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Chapter 4 - Geno-type pt. 4

            Tyler barely had time to catch his breath when he noticed his balls were already full. His dick was also twitching as it was once again springing back to life. His changes seemed to have caused his nuts to be able to replenish themselves almost instantly. Tyler surveyed the damage to the stall and figured that he must have emptied and refilled his balls multiple times during his last shootout in order to cover the area as thoroughly as he had. He was going to need another shower to get all the spunk off of him, and his current stall was so coated that he was getting dirty faster than he could wash off.               Tyler decided to move to a clean stall. He picked himself up off the ground, shut off the faucet, and turned to head to open the curtain. He did not bother picking up his towel. It was too saturated with cum to be of any use to him for anything other than covering up. Besides chances are no one was left in the locker room anyway. Most of the other guys were already getting changed and packed up to leave before he did his stage show on the bench. If anyone was still left in the lockers, then they would have seen the fireworks, and there was really no point in being modest after that.               He pulled open the curtain and standing right outside was one of the freshman boys. Under normal circumstances this boy had wavy black hair and very pale skin. It seemed physically impossible for him to tan. He was outside just as much as the rest of the team and had nothing to show for it. Now he was standing there wearing nothing but his thick black-framed hipster glasses and a towel. His normally wavy hair was matted around his face; soaked with cum and water. He had apparently been well within the splash zone when the party started. He just stood there dumbfounded with his mouth hanging open and a blank look in his eyes. “Sammy!?” Tyler yelped.                         Sam was too busy trying to collect the several scattered thought processes rushing around in his mind to bother trying to move his body. Sam was so amazed that Tyler actually knew his name... Sort of. No one had ever called him Sammy before. He was simultaneously confused and overjoyed by this. Sure, this wasn’t his exact name, but it was technically correct. It was like he had just been given a nickname; a pet name from his idol. He hoped that this was done as a sign of affection and not because he was deemed childlike by Tyler. Despite already being 16, Sam was always treated like a little kid. He was pretty out of the loop when his friends would talk about sex, and he still enjoyed watching cartoons.                He had waited for all the other boys to leave pretending to be busy brushing his teeth and fixing his hair. His real goal was to get some time alone with Tyler so he could finally work up the courage to talk to him. Sam had had a bit of a crush on Tyler since the first time they met. The only reason he even joined the soccer team was in an effort to get closer to Tyler, and now here Tyler was standing before him, naked, in all his glory, with the biggest set of cock and balls Sam had ever seen in his life dangling between his legs. Not just that, but Sam had just been unexpectedly drenched in a torrent of spooge from his one and only first crush. It was all too much for him to take. He stood there moving his mouth, but failing to make any words. He just stood there, shaking like a leaf, with his left hand down right about his crotch trying to hold up his towel that had been trying to fall off this whole time. His right hand was rubbing his left arm up and down nervously. His cheeks were flushed, and sweat was starting to trickle down his face.                 Tyler realized that Sam was an inch away from a full on mental meltdown and tried to diffuse the situation. “I’ve seen you play out there. You’re pretty good. Glad to have you on the team.” Tyler gave the most reassuring smile he could muster and extended his hand for a handshake. The palm of his hand was actually relatively clean from having been firmly wrapped around his dick while the jizz was raining down. The backside, not so much. Sam was starting to be able to function rationally now, and returned the handshake.               “Th-Thank you, sir. I, uh, I wanted to thank you for standing up to that guy. He’s been a real pain around here.” Sam was trying to make eye contact, but failing. He would get nervous and instinctively look down. This would result in him staring directly at the mammoth member of the team captain. He would quickly shoot his gaze upward, and silently chastise himself for looking at his hero’s junk. “Oh, god, I must look like such a creeper, standing right outside your stall. I am so sorry. I just. It’s just. I heard this loud thump, it sounded like you fell or something. And I was worried you mi-“               Tyler held up his hands and gestured for Sam to calm down. “Easy. Easy. I am not worried at all. Sorry about, the whole” Tyler raises one of his hands and sort of gestures all around “making it rain. Um, you’ve got a little something right here.” Tyler reaches over and plucks a long, slimy, sticky strand that was on Sam’s face. It actually started on his right cheek, stretched over his right lens, and into his hair.               “There we are.” Tyler said as he lifted the strand off and then shook it off his hand onto the floor. He got a brief look at the floor while he was doing this. The large puddle was still not showing any signs of draining, and the wet atmosphere was keeping it from drying out. The janitors had their work cut out for them. Tyler also noticed something off about Sam’s towel.               Sam’s towel had almost completely fallen off by now. It was only held up by Sam’s hand pressing it down over his own junk.. Tyler could see that the area around the crotch was soaked clear through. Sam must have also cum some while Tyler was beating off in the shower. Sam also had a small slip of paper in his hand that was holding the towel up. “What’s that?” Tyler asked as he gestured to Sam’s hand.               “My towel?” Sam asked as he looked down. It was then that he realized that he had grabbed his towel with the hand that he was holding something else in. “Oh, shit!” Sam quickly started shaking out the piece of paper. He then tried to flatten it out with his fingers. He was too fixated on the paper to realize that he had dropped the towel.                 Tyler took this opportunity to get a good look at Sam. Sam was one of those guys that seemed pretty ordinary at first glance. He looked thin and lanky when he is wearing clothes, but now that he was completely naked Tyler could see that was not the case. Sam was very lean, but very obviously muscled. He had one of those lithe builds where muscles didn’t become bigger, they just became more pronounced. His abs looked like they were carved straight into his stomach instead of being layered on top of it. His cock was amazing too. Tyler wondered how he could have overlooked it. He did not remember Sam as having a particularly noticeable dick when he did his quick inventory earlier. He seemed pretty average in that regards. Now Sam was fully rigid, and his member put even Biff’s to shame. It was not nearly as big as Tyler’s but it came close to the foot mark. Tyler could also see that Sam’s dick was leaking large amounts of pre. Sam had a fair amount of spunk trickling down his legs. Tyler knew it couldn’t be his since Sam’s towel would have covered this area. Sam must have cum hard, at least once, and was already ready for more. Tyler was quite impressed, and his own python was beginning to wake up as well.               “Sorry about the mess.” Sam said. “I, uh, I was impressed by the way you stood up and, uh, handled that bully. I think you’re really cool, and maybe some day, if you have time, we could do something outside of soccer?” Sam looked at Tyler with big soulful puppy eyes. He held forth the slip of paper with both hands as if he was a Japanese business man presenting a business card. Sam also had just as much deference, if not more. He looked down at the ground, too afraid to make eye contact, and afraid of the oncoming rejection.               Tyler accepted the slip of paper that had Sam’s name and phone number scrawled on it. The slip of paper was also covered in cum, and not all of it was Sam’s. Despite being soaked and messy, the writing was still fairly legible. “Sure! I’ll shoot you a text sometime.” Tyler said with a smile. Sam’s face turned yet another shade of red and thanked Tyler profusely.               “Thank you! Thank you! I have to go! My ride has been waiting for me. They are going to be worried about me!” Sam hurried back to his locker and began to throw his clothes on very quickly. In a matter of seconds he was fully dressed. He was still wet and sticky so his clothes clung to his body in weird ways, and he still had strands of cum in his hair when he rushed out of the locker room to catch his ride.               Now that Tyler was the last one in the locker room he easily found a clean stall, and got cleaned up. He was already ready for another round of wanking, but he resisted the temptation. He really needed to get home, and he would never get anywhere if he just kept defiling each of the stalls.               He got back to his locker and pulled out a change of clothes. He grabbed his pair of loose track pants to wear home instead of his jeans he wore to school. He was still flying at half mast and so he really didn’t feel like trying to force two legs down one side of his jeans.  He also didn’t bother putting his boxers on this time. They were unnecessary anyway.  He slipped on his t-shirt and gathered his bags.               Tyler was feeling refreshed, and could have easily walked the few miles back to his home, but he was in a hurry. He needed to see Jake, and soon. He still had not seen or heard from him all day. Tyler had hoped to run into him around the school. It was pretty common for them to run into each other between classes and spend a few minutes talking as they walked. Tyler felt like he was about to burst if he didn’t tell Jake soon.                         Tyler walked over to a bus stop that was just two blocks away. He had a bus pass for the city buses and so he didn’t have to worry about paying to ride. The bus would drop him off just a few blocks from his house, making his trip home far shorter, and air conditioned.             Tyler’s track pants were generally pretty loose, but today they were tight in a few key areas. Tyler semi pushed up against the fabric. The outline of his penis was easily visible to anyone who looked. Tyler thought about putting his gym bag on his lap to cover it, but he was far beyond the point of modestly. Instead he slid down in his seat a bit so that he has sitting more on the small of the back instead of on his butt. His pelvis jutted out over the edge of the seat, accentuating his bulge even further. Now everyone in the bus could see it, and judging from the stares and murmurs from the rest of the passengers, everyone had seen it.               Other than that the trip was pretty uneventful. Tyler managed to get home in just over twenty minutes. No one else was home yet, but this was to be expected. Tyler grabbed a box of sewing supplies out of the hall closet and began to rifle through it. Tyler always grabbed the scissors out of this box when he needed a set for his school projects, and so he remembered seeing the old, rolled, cloth tape measure several times in the past. Sure enough, it was still there. He figured the straight ruler would not be big enough any more; or ever again, for that matter.                 He ran up to his room and locked the door behind him. He pulled off all his clothes and sat on the end of the bed, and unrolled the measuring tape. He placed one side at the base of his penis and began lining it up with the rest of the shaft so he could finally see how big he had become. Even he was a little surprised by the verdict. He was just over fourteen inches, and that was soft! He needed to see how big it was once he was hard. Fortunately just the excitement of finding out his new measurements caused his monster to spring to life. He managed to get fully hard in under a minute with just a little bit of coaxing by rubbing the shaft. He measured it and found out it was twenty-one inches! Almost two feet of solid cock! His hefty nuts were now the size of large grapefruits. It seems like they must have swelled again since his little scene in the shower. He didn’t remember wishing to grow again, but he didn’t think it really mattered. He was too happy with the results. He had to have the biggest dick in the world now.               Somewhere in the back of is mind he had to wonder if maybe he had overdone it. Maybe he should try and trim it back just a bit more. To make it more reasonable. He sat there and focused on trying to reduce his equipment down a bit. Nothing happened. Tyler was not sure how to feel about this. Maybe he just didn’t actually want it, which was what was holding him back? Just then he heard the front door open. Oh shit. Someone else is here. He focused on it harder. He pleaded with his dick to just shrink down just a bit. Then he thought of his wish again. He never asked for control of his size. All he asked was to be bigger. It then clicked in his mind. This was a one way trip. Nowhere to go but up. Tyler felt a lump form in his throat. He had to be careful now. If he let himself get too carried away he ran the risk of becoming some kind of freak show. It’s one thing to have a monster mega-cock, but is there such a thing as too big? If there was would he realize it before he got there?             Just then there was a knock on the door. Well, it was less a knock and more of a loud thud from someone faceplanting into the door. Jake was so used to just charging in whenever he felt like it, that he didn’t even check to see if the door was locked. He just tried to open to door and charge through in one quick motion. When he realized the door wasn’t opening he did not have time to stop his momentum before slamming face first into the door. Jake could hear Tyler talking to himself on the other side of the door. Tyler seemed to be saying something about how he had gotten big and now couldn’t get it to go back down. Jake looked up to the sky and mouthed a silent “Thank you.” To anyone who might be out there.               Jake reached above the door and pulled down the key. He then unlocked the door and walked right in. “Dude, we have to talk about- Holy shit! You’re huge!” Jake was trying to walk in as casually as possibly, but he not so secretly was hoping to catch a free shot of his friend. He was not expecting to see as much as he did, though. His best friend was sitting there, on the edge of the bed, with a towering spire of cock reaching up to his chest. “What the hell? That’s way bigger than last week!”               Tyler stood up quickly and made a futile attempt to cover himself. He couldn’t even cover his balls with both hands let alone his monolithic member. If anything Tyler’s attempts just drew Jakes attention to the gigantic spheres that were no dangling almost halfway down to Tyler’s knees. “Last week? What do you mean last week?” Tyler asked, his voice cracking a little.              Jake now knew he was busted. “Well, you remember that day I walked in on you while you were jacking it?” Jake asked sheepishly?               “You mean the day you walked in after I jacked it?” Tyler relaxed a little now. He realized that it was pointless to try and cover himself up and so he just stood there glaring at Jake wit his hands on his hips.             “Yeah. About that. I actually came in twice. The first time you didn’t seem to notice me and I saw what you were up to. I was just so stunned that I froze. I like, blanked and just stood there. When my head cleared I slipped back out of the room and waited for you to finish.               “And just how much of my jack of session did you watch?” Tyler probably should have been upset with his friend, but something about this just got him even more worked up.              Jake fidgeted a bit. “All of it… I stood there and watched you until you shot all over yourself. I then slipped out while you were caught up in the afterglow…” Jake was really feeling ashamed of himself now; both for what he had done, and for having kept it a secret.               Tyler just tiled his head a big and smirked. “Really, if you wanted in on the fun, you should have just asked.”               Jake couldn’t believe his ears. Tyler really wasn’t mad at him? Was he just jerking him around now? Tyler could be unpredictable at times, especially when horny, but Tyler had always been very shy and prudish when it came to his body and especially his penis. That did not seem to be the case anymore. Far from it, seeing as Tyler was now parading around the room naked as the day he was born. Jake could tell Tyler was really getting excited, too, because is dick had already began to dribble.               “In fact, why not make up for lost time?” Tyler said as he walked over to his desk chair and sat down. Is legs were spread wide giving his sack room to spread out and his balls began to droop over the front of the chair. Jake could see the seductive look on Tyler’s face beckoning him over.                Jake tried to say something, but his throat had tightened too much. All he could think of was how heed needed that thing in or around his mouth. He got down on his knees in front of Tyler and was eye level with the tip of his best friend’s cock. He had dreamed of this moment for years, but even in his wildest, wettest dreams had he ever imagined it like this. He grabbed the shaft with both hands and began licking the tip. He gave Tyler the best piercing blue bedroom eyes that he could manage. They seemed to work too. One of jakes hands was gripping a particularly veiny part of Tyler’s cock, and he could feel the rhythmic drumming of Tyler’s pulse begin to quicken as they made eye contact.                 There was no way Jake could deep-throat this monster. Getting even the tip in his mouth required him to extend his jaw to its limits, but he did manage that much. He pulled down on the shaft and wrapped his mouth around the now exposed head. He pushed as much of the cock as he could into his mouth until it pushed up against the back of his throat. He worked up and down the few inches that he could get all while running his tongue over every square inch of surface he could reach. He did this for a minute or so and then the cock out of his mouth. He them worked the tip with both hands pushing in and out; kneading the head like dough. He pulled down on both sides of the head to open the slit a little more, and then worked the tip of his tongue in. He flicked at the sides he opening with what little bit of his tongue he could get in. Tyler was really leaking now and Jake drank it up. It was a bit bitter, but he never wanted to forget his friend’s flavor.               He kept his bedroom eyes trained on Tyler’s up until this point, but by now Tyler had closed his eyes and he was beginning to convulse. Jake was not ready to let him cum just yet. He had waited too long for this to be over like that. He pulled off of the head and began working the shaft more. His left hand kneaded up and down the side of the shaft and his right hand massaged one of Tyler’s massive balls while he worked every possible inch of it with his tongue. He wanted to savor this moment, savor the salty, sweaty taste of his friend’s skin, the sound of Tyler’s moans.               Jake was rock hard as well by now, and he felt like he was going to blow at any second. He knew it was time. He once again wrapped his lips around the tip and began to work it. Within seconds Tyler began to let loose a torrent; Jake came at the same time. He tried to swallow as much as he could, but it was coming too fast. His mouth was overflowing and he ran the risk of choking if he tried to drink any more. Still, Jake refused to let any of the downpour escape him. He pulled down on the cock and guided the blast over his body. He let it spray all over his face and chest, and once he had time to swallow all that was in his mouth he resumed sucking the head and drinking as much as he could. Tyler continued to cum and cum again. He fired steadily for several minutes. Jake had to pull out a few times to allow himself time to finish swallowing while he let himself bathe in the current.               They were both exhausted after this. Every inch of Jake’s face was coated with Tyler’s spunk. Much of his shirt was covered, too. His pants were coated in a mixture of both his and Tyler’s jizz. Tyler got shakily to his feet, and then helped Jake get up. Tyler helped Jake take his clothes off as they made out right then and there. Tyler alternated between kissing Jake and licking large gobs of is own cum off his friend’s face. Once they had managed to completely strip off all of Jake’s clothes the two of them collapsed onto Tyler’s bed. They drifted off to sleep in each others’ arms. 

Chapter 8 - Epilogue

Tags: [Implied Violence (Non-Sexual)] [Futa/F] [Reluctant] [Rough] [Anal] [Throatfucking] [Excessive Cum] [Heavy Cum Inflation] [Pregnancy] Eyeing herself in the mirror, Katarina let out a sigh. So little time, so much preparation still to be done. Small wand in hand, she dipped it into a black vial of mascara and lifted it to her left eye. Pressing her index finger to the dark scar tissue, she lifted the skin of her eyelid and gently stroked the wand across her lashes, darkening and thickening them. Oh how she wished her sister were here. Beauty products and the art of applying them had always been Cassiopeia's domain. Over the years, Katarina had picked up enough from her to get by, but still her expertise would be helpful. The companionship would be nice too. She wasn't used to being distanced from her family for so long. Then again... Katarina thought back to the last time the two had seen one another and cringed. Maybe being far away from Cassiopeia was a good thing. She'd never quite been the same since the curse had taken hold. Setting the mascara back down atop the cabinet with the rest of her makeup, she plucked a tube of lipstick from the bunch. Popping it out, she eyed the dulled-red colour with a grimace. Nothing here was the same. It was impossible to find the perfect shade of blood red, and none of the blacks were as deep or dark as one would find in Noxus. Oh sure, you could find a million different varieties of garish gold or a melancholy blue, but where was that lovely crimson tone the colour of a bleeding heart being ripped from a foe's chest? Heaving another sigh, Katarina traced along her lips, coating them with a thin layer of muted red. Pursing them, she rubbed them together to spread the coat evenly, then smiled at her reflection to examine the results. Not as extravagant as she was planning, but it was passable. The tube clicked against the hardwood cabinet as she put it away with the rest. Taking a brush to her hair, Katarina began working the knots out of it. Lately, she was finding it a hassle to even get out of bed some days. Fortunately, the position she was afforded allowed her to actually get away with such lazy days, though it meant that when she did actually need to look presentable, she had several days worth of bedhead to comb through first. Unlike applying makeup though, removing the tangled clumps from her hair was an area she had a great deal of experience in. It had taken her a solid week of scrubbing, brushing, and washing to clean all the cum, sweat and grime from her crimson locks all those many months ago, and she was practically an expert now in hair care as a result. Before long she had her long red tresses straightened out, bouncing lightly and shining like luxurious silk. Examining herself in the mirror once more, Katarina tilted her head, a pensive look on her face. Not too shabby. Now she just needed to find something a bit more flattering to wear, and she'd be ready for her guests. Alas, that was a task that was becoming more and more difficult by the day. First things first though... Katarina rose from her seat and made her way to the window. Her gait was awkward, as though she still needed to adjust to walking. Pressing against the shutters that kept her bedchamber nice and dark, she opened them up and let the blinding sunlight invade her space. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she drank in the sight of yet another disgustingly bright day overlooking the Demacian cityscape below her. Decadent golden hues and blue banners stretched as far as the eye could see. Grandiose, pristine buildings gleamed in the sun's rays, not a cloud in the sky to obscure them. Everywhere one looked there were tall, immaculate towers or magnificent, opulent roadways. Soldiers in shining armour stood guard on every street, while peasants made their way about in neat, orderly lines and groups. The entire city was a bastion of order, with not a single thing out of place. Katarina hated it here. The people were all so... Weak. Such a frail populace, so content with their lot in life, never struggling to increase their stature, never fighting to improve their lot in life, never striving to be anything greater than they are. They were all so satisfied and content with the status quo. Not a single one of them would survive a week in Noxus. They'd be eaten alive by somebody with true ambition, someone with the drive to grow, to get stronger. Here though, here in Demacia these weaklings survived. They thrived even, under the protection of the demacian military. It was that very same military that Katarina was now dependent on to protect her own life. It sickened her to think about. In all of Valoran though, Demacia was the only city-state whose military had the strength to defy Noxus. And in the months that had passed since her last sanctioned League battle, it had become clear that she was no longer welcome in her home. The assassin moved to the dresser that she had been gifted, absent-mindedly rummaging through the various outfits within. She paused as her hands fumbled over a sharpened dagger, hidden within a pair of tight leather pants that no longer fit. Thoughts adrift in the memories of her recent travails, she idly fingered the long blade, the edge of it so thin it could slice a hair. It had only been months, and yet so much had happened, it felt as though years had passed. That damned LeBlanc. If only her death had been permanent. Were she nothing more than a long-digested meal in the pit of Cho'Gath's stomach, perhaps then she could at least be suffering within the comfort of her own home, Katarina thought to herself. Ever the schemer, the failure of one plot just led to the start of another. Though her plan to discredit the League had not born fruit, that accursed witch had found another way to worm her way into a seat of power in Noxus. The old High Commander had been overthrown, and now her puppet Swain held absolute power over the state. Or, perhaps she was his puppet. Maybe they were both manipulating each other. It was hard to tell really. Regardless, the Black Rose now held sway behind the curtains, pulling strings and manipulating events. And what better use of their newfound power than to settle petty grudges? Despite her ultimate success, LeBlanc never did forgive Katarina for the role she played in foiling her plans, and so now the assassin herself had assassins after her. They lurked in every corner, hid in every shadow, just waiting for the moment she dropped her guard. While normally such rank amateurs might be nothing more than a minor nuisance, Katarina's current... circumstances put her at a unique disadvantage that she was not accustomed to. And so, in a moment of desperation, she had turned to the only nation with the strength to assist her. Reaching behind her back, Katarina fussed with the ribbons that tied her loose-fitting nightgown in place. She winced in a bit of discomfort, finding that she no longer had the flexibility she once possessed. She grimaced as she disrobed slowly, her heavy breasts bouncing free. In the past few months, they'd swelled even larger and lost a bit of their natural perkiness, such that they sagged slightly and weighed heavier on her chest. The woman grit her teeth in frustration as she stripped. And how ironic it was, all this trouble she suffered for, and the original cause of her anguish had long been rendered irrelevant. An incident involving the time-mage Zilean, haphazardly constructed yordle technology, and a powdered creamer had caused some sort of temporal storm, the intricate mechanics of which Katarina didn't fully understand. What she did understand was that the resulting chaos had erased the League of Legends from existence entirely, rendering her effort to save it from LeBlanc's scheming and all the suffering she'd endured as a result completely moot. Katarina was yanked from her bitter reverie by a sudden rapping on her window. Ah, she thought with a smile, it seemed her first guest of the day had arrived. Still, his timing was poor. Drawing the dagger from the bundle of clothes she'd pulled from the dresser, she whirled around and threw it at the intruder who so rudely came calling while she was still half-naked. The blade struck a wood panel just next to her guest's head, the handle vibrating as it became embedded within. Yet the cloaked figure didn't so much as flinch from the outburst. He remained still, calm, showing no outward sign of surprise or fear. Hmph, this one was not so poorly trained as the others she encountered so regularly. There was only one who could have sent him. "I bring a message from master Talon." The shrouded man spoke in hushed tones, extending a hand holding a rolled up piece of parchment. Finally! She had been awaiting word from her adopted brother for days now. It was about time his message finally arrived. "Hmph. Give me that!" Covering her bare breasts with one arm, Katarina waddled towards him awkwardly. Snatching the papers from his grasp, she turned his back to him and unfurled the note, scrawled in a hasty, bloody red ink. My dearest Katarina, I hope this missive finds you well in your captivity. Katarina paused and pursed her lips. Though she had found refuge in Demacia, the process was not without its complications. Technically, she was classified as a political prisoner. It was only due to her benefactor's ability to bend the crown prince's ear that she was given the treatment of a refugee. Ironically, the greatest opposition had come from Garen, the one demacian she might have once considered a friend. Though, she suspected he was simply jealous that she had gone to somebody else for aid. It is my unfortunate duty to inform you that little has changed since our last exchange. The fool Swain continues to play king upon his throne of lies, while LeBlanc's puppets lurk on every street corner. They search for any trace of evidence to debase your reputation amongst the populace. The House of Du Couteau is not without agents of our own however, and we stymie their efforts at every opportunity. Katarina took a seat upon her bed as she continued to read. Of course, if she ever dreamed of returning to her home, it was crucial that no one know she had come to Demacia of her own volition. The narrative she had arranged to be put forth was that she was captured during a mission to assassinate the royal family. A noble endeavour. Of course, there may have been a bit of embellishment, talk of slaughtering an entire army's worth of demacians during the scuffle. This kind of strength endeared her to the populace and made it more difficult for LeBlanc's cronies to openly act against her. Your sister continues to rage under the influence of her curse, and she grows more vicious and violent by the day. She could be a powerful asset to our cause, if she were not so single-mindedly obsessed with your retrieval. I have tried to convince her of the unnecessity of such efforts, but she does not listen. I know not what occurred between you two in the past, but she is now determined to bring you back into her 'loving' arms. The redhead shuddered. Before she had left, before she knew the culprit behind her current condition, she had confronted her sister over her actions on the so-called Fields of Justice. Rather than apologize, Cassiopeia had attempted to rape her again. Though she had been better prepared and fended the naga off this time around, it had become clear that her sibling's state of mind had grown too perverse and deranged. Until such time as she could find a new toy willing to assist the serpent in finding release, it was not safe for Katarina to be anywhere near her. Enclosed within are the details of several minor operations being carried out by Noxus high command. Their disruption will cause little damage to Noxian military might, and should suit your needs perfectly. Ah, now these were what she had been waiting for. Discarding the hand-written note for the time-being, she rummaged through a handful of larger scrolls that had been rolled up along with it. These papers were contained secrets of the noxian military, albeit not particularly valuable ones. A condition of her continued good treatment was that she shed light on upcoming noxian military incursions, assisting the demacian military in hindering Noxus's aggressive expansionism. Katarina was no traitor however, and she made sure to cherry-pick only the most irrelevant of information to leak. Failing that, she'd share details on whichever missions that would serve to diminish the standings of Swain and LeBlanc in the public eye if those missions failed. It was not only noxian plans that she shared either, for her espionage went both ways. Dwelling within Demacia's walls, she occasionally became privy to information not meant for her ears. Nobles speaking a bit too loudly for their own good, soldiers spilling their guts over a pint, or even her 'friend's' own loose lips occasionally made her aware of Demacian plans as well. These she sent back to Talon in the name of noxian glory, and ensuring that House Du Couteau would get all the credit. Always furthering one's own power, it was the noxian way of life. Turning her attention back to the note laying at her side, she idly chewed on her thumbnail as she finished reading through it. Finally, you may have noticed the change in messenger since our last liaison. Sadly, Elric was lost to us in a skirmish with the barbarians in the north, but I can assure you that I have hand-picked Mileena myself. Her loyalty is unquestioning and her skills are adept. She shall make an excellent go-between until such time as you are able to return to us. In the meantime, I shall be eagerly awaiting your next response. Yours truly, Talon. 'Her'? 'She'? Katarina arched a brow, reading the words again suspiciously. But... The messenger who'd delivered this note to her was a man. Lifting her head, Katarina caught the reflection of the messenger in her makeup mirror, approaching her with knife in hand. Upon his lapel, she caught a glimpse of the subtle insignia of the Black Rose and cursed. Clearly she was going to have to have a talk with Talon about his definition of 'adept skills'. *************************************************** Shyvana huffed as she staggered up the mountainous flight of stairs. The lengthy climb was irritating enough on its own, and the heavy crate she bore in her arms only made the ascent that much more aggravating. It was so large that it obscured her view, and she found herself tripping over the steps as a result. Still, it would all be worth it for the look on her treasure's face when she opened it up. The half-dragon grinned slyly, her tail swaying with every step she took. A month had passed since her last visit, and she couldn't wait to see her pet again, to see how much she'd grown in her absence. If she could, she'd never leave her precious toy's side. Alas, now more than ever, the half-dragon found Demacia in need of her aid. Though she felt no loyalty towards the city-nation itself, she owed its prince a debt of gratitude, and counted him amongst one of her very few true friends. If he requested her service, then the half-dragon would provide it. Although, that didn't keep her from asking for a few favours in return... A grimace crossed Shyvana's face, the box's contents rattling about in her arms. She just hoped the little bitch appreciated the gifts she brought. They hadn't exactly been easy to procure, and lugging them up these damned stairs was doing a number on her spine. A pity her toy had to be kept at the peak of this tower, but it was for her own protection, and it made it more difficult for her to get up to any mischief when the demi-human wasn't there to keep an eye on her. Besides, with how well it was decorated, it was less the prison cell it was meant to be and more closely resembled a penthouse suite. Damn if it wasn't cumbersome to get to though, especially with heavy, awkward furniture to try and finagle up the spiralling staircase. Still, her tail couldn't help but wag, the draconic woman excited to be home at last. Even if she was sweating and straining under the weight of her cargo, even if the vigorous climb made her armour plating chafe. She just couldn't wait to greet her 'prisoner'. Her presence these past few months had been so good for her. As of late she found her fury growing easier to control, and she no longer felt such incredible pangs of lonely bitterness. A wet splat greeted the half-dragon's ears as she neared the top of the stairs. Her boot skidding slickly through a puddle on the steps, Shyvana nearly lost her footing. Teetering as she fought to stay balanced, she peered around the crate to see what she'd just stepped in. Blood. Dark, sickly red blood was spilling down the stone steps and making a slip hazard out of them. It rolled down in small rivers, cascading down the staircase in her wake. Shyvana's eyes widened, anxious about the source. Just up ahead she could see the door, the crimson flood spilling out of the crack at the foot of the doorframe. In an instant, the dragon was in full-on panic mode. Discarding the package carelessly, the crate broke open as it hit the ground. A huge pile of noxian weaponry spilled from the crate, most of them daggers and short swords, clanging against the stone as they tumbled down the steps. A few articles of noxian high-fashion were quickly ruined by the pooling blood (or perhaps they were only made more fashionable). Various vials and containers of makeup, the colours of pitch and matching the same shade of crimson that was spilling under the door, went rolling down the steps. All of it was deemed irrelevant to the dragon at this very moment as she bounded the rest of the way to the door and kicked it open without a second thought or a moment of hesitation. Quickly, her eyes scanned the room, taking scope of the situation. Lying on the floor in a crumpled heap lay a man wearing a dark cloak, a hood pulled over his head and obscuring his face. Blood pooled all around him, a slight slant in the floorboards sending it trickling towards the door. Two more corpses laid in the corners, their throats slit, their chests carved and pierced so many times there wasn't much left of them but a pile of meat. More of that crimson life fluid dribbled down the walls like a fresh, liberal coating of paint. Standing right in the midst of all the carnage with her back to the half-dragon, Shyvana's precious treasure was nearly naked and drenched from head to toe in red. Slowly, Katarina turned to face her, holding a dagger dripping with life-fluid in one hand, and cradling her heavy, gravid belly with other. The most maniacal, blood-thirsty grin was plastered upon her lips. "Oh, you're back. You missed one hell of a party." Shyvana hissed, and chewed her bottom lip, drinking in the sight. It was her first vision of the woman who would bear her child in far too long. Even pregnant as she was, burdened by the heavy weight of the half-dragon's unborn spawn, she was still just as deadly. And just as fucking hot. Growling fiercely, Shyvana's tail wagged and her eyes lit up like burning embers. Katarina hardly even had the time to squeal before the half-dragon was upon her, tackling and pinning her to the bed in a frenzy of lust. *************************************************** "Stop. Stop! Don't think I don't know what you're doing." Katarina lay sprawled out across her bedsheets, the half-dragon laying at her side, tongue dragging along her bare skin. She lapped at her soft, supple flesh, not at all dismayed by the tang of iron accompanying all the blood. The flat of Shyvana's slick, wet tongue glided over the bump in her stomach, the crimson fluid disappearing in its wake to be replaced by the transparent glistening of her saliva. "What? I'm just cleaning you up." The half-dragon spoke with a sly, cattish grin. "I have a bath for that now you know. Your services are not -Mnnf!- required." Katarina scrunched up her face, trying to stifle a moan as the dragon's tongue moved to her breast. It wasn't merely their size that had increased during her pregnancy, but the sensitivity as well. Delicately, Shyvana ran a paw along the noxian's stomach, feeling the swell of her baby bump beneath her palm, the tautness of her skin. She grinned. It was just like having the girl pumped full of her seed, only even more wonderful and erotic to behold. As she gently caressed the woman's belly, she guided her tongue along her breast, letting it swirl around her plump, engorged teat. "Mnn, this way is more fun and you know it." She growled, dragging Katarina's nipple to her maw and closing her lips around it. Despite her protests and the nearness of her weapon, Katarina made no move to dissuade the lusty shemale. They'd long since worked out an... arrangement of sorts. Still, she knew if she let this progress much further, Shyvana would keep her confined to her bed for the rest of the day. "Hnngh... Th-that may be so... But it's gonna stink in here if we don't get those corpses moved out." Katarina scowled, trying to come up with any excuse to interrupt the moment. "Then I'll arrange for a maid's services. It'll take several of them to scrub all the blood off the walls anyways." Shyvana's voice lacked any semblance of concern. Pursing her lips, the half-dragon started to suckle, listening to the delightful mewls Katarina made. Drawing her head back, she let the vacuum of her maw tug on the woman's breast. Her free hand cupped the swollen udder, lovingly carressing the sensitive mound while she slurped away at it. To her delight, she was treated to the sweet taste of milk, her first taste of her cow's produce, while Katarina groaned as the half-dragon drew it out of her. Shyvana grinned slyly. Her cow hadn't yet begun to lactate when last she visited, but now that she was, she intended to savour every drop. Every night that she was not out in the field, she would be certain to start massaging the luscious jugs. She'd squeeze bottles out of her to take with her when she left. The baby would be lucky if there was any left for her if Shyvana had her way "If-if we don't get to it n-now, then it'll take them days to clean it later..." Katarina moaned softly. Wrapping an arm around the half-dragon's skull, she cradled her head against her bosom, holding her there like one would a child. Shyvana's thick, lengthy oral muscle swirled around her nipple, coiling tightly enough to squeeze the engorged nub, coating it in her spit while gulping down a spray of milk. Her tongue continued its assault for a few moments more, lightly stroking and toying with Katarina's teat until that sweet nectar stopped flowing, and then continuing on a few minutes longer until she was completely certain she wasn't getting anything more out of it. Finally letting go, Shyvana wiped the back of her arm across her mouth to clear some of the fluid off before speaking again. "Then you can stay in my chambers for a few days. I'm certain the guards would allow it, so long as I'm there to keep a proper eye on you." "Keep an eye on me? Or keep your dick in me?" Katarina scowled, propping herself up on her elbows. "Both." Shyvana's lips curled upwards. She let both hands trail down the woman's body, her clawed fingers gently tracing lines down the side of her swollen belly. The half-dragon pressed the side of her face up against that pregnant bump, gingerly dragging her cheek down the swell of her stomach, listening to the stirrings within her womb. Her sensitive ears twitched and her throat rumbled with a pleasant growl. When she'd thrown Kat to the ground and raped her so long ago, she hadn't truly believed that her half-breed seed would take root. It just went to show that sometimes sheer quantity was all it took to get the job done. Moreso, she never imagined that months later the woman would show up at her doorstep, knocked up and asking for the aid of the one who forced herself upon her. Even if it was just a relationship born of necessity for the noxian, the half-dragon was all too happy to oblige for so long as she got the companionship she longed for. As her hands neared Katarina's waist, Shyvana took hold of her thighs, spreading them apart and lifting one over her shoulder. Tilting her head, she let her tongue glide across her mate's skin, cleaning more of that sanguine fluid off her body. It clung to her moist muscle, coming off easily in long, languid licks. Once the skin underneath was exposed, she peppered it with surprisingly delicate kisses, teasing the woman as her lips neared the intersection of her legs. There, the only article of clothing Katarina yet possessed obstructed her path. Hooking a claw into the waistband of her panties, Shyvana pulled the elastic taut and started to tug. "No! Stop!" Katarina cried and reached both hands towards her crotch, but too slowly. Shyvana pushed her thighs closer together with one hand and yanked down with the other, pulling the cloth away and exposing the squirming girl's nethers. A bright, red patch of hair sprung out to greet her, matching that atop Katarina's scalp, as well as her quickly flushing face. Shyvana chuckled, running her digits through the soft bush while flashing a coy smile. "Really now? Didn't you say you were gonna tidy yourself up for me?" Katarina looked away, trying to obscure her blush. "I was. It's... Harder now." She mumbled, using her own arms to frame the bulge in her belly. "And as you can see, I was kind of interrupted before I could finish." "Relax. I'm not complaining." The half-dragon chuckled and kissed the underside of the woman's protruding stomach. Nibbling gently on the tender skin, she worked her way further south, trailing kisses through that fiery forest until she reached Katarina's slit. She pursed her lips, sucking on the edge of her labia to make the noxian moan softly and shifted, her legs tensing and eyes drifting shut. Peering up at her with amber pools that glowed like embers, Shyvana smirked at the reaction. Still teasing her soft petals, she grazed the outer edge with her teeth. Using two fingers, she gently parted the woman's folds and slid her tongue up the length of them, over and over. The gentle, affectionate treatment was torture to Katarina. She twisted her body from side to side, thrashing about and clawing at the bedsheets. Still Shyvana took it slow, tormenting her opening with slow, dragging laps of her tongue. When her tastebuds were finally treated to her lover's nectar, she moved upwards and kissed at her exposed clitoris. Katarina's wails grew louder, her trembling hands reaching out and grabbing hold of the dragon's horns. Squeezing the hard-plated protrusions til her knuckles turned white, she pulled on them sharply, forcing Shyvana's face deeper into her crotch, burying her nose into that scarlet bush. It had been a hard lesson to learn, but the half-dragon had eventually realized that she drew a more favourable response from her captive with tenderness. Despite the woman's rough jerking on her horns, she continued her affectionate torment. Sealing her lips around Kat's little pleasure button, she gently sucked on it while exhaling a heated breath that tickled those coarse hairs, her slimy tongue swirling around the sensitive nub. The tail at the back of her skull swung around, lashing at the noxian's hands briefly to dissuade such harsh yanks, even while she kept Katarina writhing in ecstasy and barely able to restrain herself. While her lips busied themselves with the assassin's clit, her fingers took over where her tongue had left off, stroking the folds of her pussy gingerly. Careful not to cause any harm, she slipped two claws inside, fingering her slit while suckling on her bead. "Fffuck, fuck fuck!" Katarina just kept cursing repeatedly, leaning back and breathing more heavily. Even if she stopped pulling on them, she still used the dragon's horns like a pair of handlebars, keeping her face steady. Not that Shyvana seemed to mind. Her forehead pressed against Katarina's baby bump, her nose inhaling deeply of her scent while she flicked her tongue back and forth across her clit. It was more than the woman could stand. Before long a delirious grin spread across her features and she cried out in ecstasy. Wracked by a full-body shudder, her limbs twitched uncontrollably as a powerful orgasm rocked her to the very core. Left panting heavily, she laid her head back against a pillow and rested an arm over her eyes, gasping to recover her breath. The rattling of metal kept Katarina alert throughout her post-orgasmic bliss. Lifting her arm, she peeked out from under it to watch Shyvana strip off some of her armour. The plated skirt and her chest plate fell away to expose more of the mixed-species' unusual physique. Though nowhere near as muscular as Kayle, the half-dragon was still well-toned, moreso than Katarina had been even before the perpetually horny dragon had ruined her figure. The most unusual thing about her was her skin though. Besides it's unnatural blue-grey hue, her entire body was covered with lines of scales and hard ridges. They dotted her otherwise ordinary human skin in natural patterns that at different times resembled tattoos, scars, or something altogether alien, depending on the angle and the lighting. Though unusual to behold, Katarina had to admit there was a strange beauty to rows of scales interspersed with normal flesh. Then of course there was that fat dragon dick. It stood arrogantly proud and erect between Shyvana's legs, as big and hard as the day it had first been drilled into her. Katarina sighed at the sight of it. Couldn't wait ten damned minutes before whipping it out. The shemale had a ravenous sexual appetite that never seemed satisfied until neither one of them was capable of walking. Which reminded her... "You HAVE been jerking off, right?" Katarina arched a brow suspiciously, staring at the dragon's engorged member. "I'm not having a repeat of the last time." Shyvana sneered and shrugged, a mock look of guilt on her face. "Oops, completely slipped my mind. Just been so busy, haven't had the time." Still grinning, she crawled overtop the assassin, letting Katarina feel her aching hardness rubbing against her swollen belly. "But that's alright, because I have such a wonderfully eager slut to tend to my needs." Katarina threw her head back and suppressed the urge to scream in frustration. She still clutched at her hair though, pulling at her crimson locks til it hurt. Great, to top it all off, the stupid lizard was pent-up too. As if she wasn't bad enough on a normal day. "Well, tough luck for you. We've been over this. She's getting too big for you to keep ruining her home." Katarina scowled bitterly, running her palms over her protruding stomach, wincing as she felt the barest kick from her unborn daughter. A sneaky visit from an illicit mage had already deciphered the child's gender and delivered the news that they could expect a wonderful little girl... If it could even be called that. Shyvana's mixed blood ensured that the child would be carrying her... unique assets. "Oh, well then, it's a good thing my little treasure box has a number of openings for me to plunder." Still smirking, Shyvana gently nudged Katarina onto her side. Getting the hint, and rolling her eyes at the terrible pun, the assassin pushed herself up, the half-dragon helping to lift her onto her hands and knees. Shyvana wasted no time mounting her lover from behind. Arms wrapping around the noxian's chest, she eagerly kneaded her hefty bosom while mashing her pelvis into Katarina's shapely ass, letting the woman feel her scaly dick grinding against her cheeks. Rocking back and forth, the half-dragon growled, savouring the sensation of the human's smooth skin against her sensitive ridges, her incessant grinding slowly pushing her thick staff into the cleft of Katarina's ass. Shifting her weight forward, she flattened the redhead's cheeks with her pelvis, the cushy globes squeezing her dick between them. Katarina huffed, resting her forearm in front to try and brace herself against Shyvana's shoves. She bit her bottom lip, feeling those hard bumps lining her dick scraping up and down the crack of her ass. A glob of molten precum was already dribbling from the pointed tip, running down the length of the shaft and being smeared along Katarina's ass. Damnit, just how pent-up was she? Shyvana's own more modest bosom was soon squashing against Katarina's back. It cushioned the redhead's spine while she kneaded the woman's breasts, the pliant mounds molding to her grip. Leaning her head forward, the half-dragon nibbled at her prey's shoulderblade, peppering it with kisses that travelled towards her neck. The tender affection made Kat gasp and relax, making things easier for the dragon as she lined her cockhead up with the assassin's pucker. Another fresh glob of prejizz spilled out, the hot, slimy sensation making the girl beneath her shudder. Before she could tense back up, Shyvana pushed forward, wedging the tip of her spear inside her snug hole. Katarina gasped and Shyvana moaned as the tight ring of muscle flexed instinctively, trying to repel the intruder but only managing to squeeze it more tightly. Immediately, Shyvana returned to kissing her, nipping at her exposed neck gently. One of her hands released its deathgrip on her mate's tit, sliding down to stroke and caress her pregnant belly, clawtips gently dancing across her skin. She waited patiently for her to ease up again, and when she did, Shyvana steadily started pushing forward, slipping inch after inch of cock into the woman's ass. One by one her ridges forced their way past Kat's anal ring, stretching it wider to accept the momentarily swell in girth. Katarina grunted, then bit a finger to stifle any further groans of discomfort. Even after so many times, it was hard to adjust to the sheer size of the dragon's dick, especially when it wrenched open her tight ass. It wasn't unusual to be left a gaping mess by time Shyvana was through, and it was only thanks to her frequently being called away for extended periods of time to serve the kingdom that she even was given the time to heal in between, which only served to give the half-dragon a tight hole to wreck again when she inevitably returned. Inch after inch of dragon dick probed deeper and deeper into her guts, each ridge widening her hole and scraping her insides. Finally, with nearly a foot of cock crammed inside her, rearranging her insides to make room, she felt Shyvana bottom out, her scaly nuts bouncing off her doughy ass. "Heh, you took that much easier than usual. You haven't been letting anyone else have a go while I've been away, have you?" The half-dragon growled playfully, lips curled into a sneer. "Are you kidding? It was a week before I could sit down again after the last time. I need all the time I can get just to recover." Katarina retorted through clenched teeth, her ass flexing and giving Shyvana's dick a firm squeeze. "Ooooh... G-goooood!" Shyvana moaned in delight, another squirt of precum oozing into her bowels. "A dragon likes to hoard her treasure all to herself." Snickering, the draconic demacian slowly started to pull back, growling pleasantly as her sensitives ridges dragged along Katarina's innards, catching on her insides and tugging on them. Despite her attempts at gentleness, the pleasant warmth and those tightly gripping walls gradually drew the feral beast out of her. Her fingers flexed, knuckles tensing, sinking those sharp tipped digits deeper into the soft meat of Kat's breast, scratching lightly across her gravid belly. Gritting her teeth and hissing, Shyvana rocked her hips forward and thrust the full length of her dick inside of her lover once again, colliding with those cheeks hard enough to make them ripple from the impact. The assassin's entire body swayed towards the headboard of the bed, her free breast bouncing. "Hey, c-careful now..." Katarina grimaced, even as Shyvana's hips were starting to pick up speed. Fuck, she was already recognizing the signs. The idiot dragon was only just getting started and already she was losing control of herself. Quickly she threw both hands up towards the headboard, bracing herself against it for what she knew was to come, her own muscles flexing as she had to push with all of her strength to keep her skull from being slammed into the bedframe as the half-dragon quickly grew ruthless with her thrusts. Each powerful hilt making those hefty, scaly nuts of her's smack off of Kat's ass, the ridges of her dick painfully scraping the lining of her colon. "Damnit Shyvana, get a hold of yourself!" Leaning into her fuckpet, Shyvana let out an animalistic growl. Spreading her fingers apart, she grabbed a firm hold of her toy, shut her eyes, and started jackhammering her hips. They became a blur, crashing into Katarina's backside heavily, flesh slapping flesh resounding throughout the room as she ravaged the girl's asshole. Plated ridges scraped her insides raw while the half-dragon worked herself into a frenzy, exhaling steam from her nose and spurting copious strings of burning hot cum into the pregnant woman's rectum. All across her body, lines between her scales were starting to light up with a molten glow, and her pulsating cock was starting to swell even larger still. Her horns began to lengthen, a slight creaking sound being heard as her limbs were starting to elongate. Only an inch at a time, but if she fully assumed her dragon form, the growth would be explosive, in more ways than one. "Fucking... Hell... Stop... Stop, damnit! I'm not... invulnerable anymore... If you transform... you'll kill me!" Katarina winced, screwing her eyes shut as she used up all her strength just to keep her face from bashing the surface in front of her. Cracking one eye open, she spotted a metal gleam resting atop a nightstand next to the bed. Bracing her right forearm against the headboard, she clenched her jaw and reached her left hand out, fingers outstretched, shaking. Almost, almost... Her fingers knocked a lamp over as they swept across the nightstand and curled around the object of her desire. Dagger in hand, Katarina twisted her spine and whirled around, jamming the honed edge of the blade right up against Shyvana's throat. "I said stop!" The cold metal against her scaly neck brought Shyvana's thrusts to an instant half. She went still, cock still sheathed in her lover's rear, throbbing painfully hard within those tight confines. The half-dragon snorted, steam billowing from her nose while she waited for Katarina to make the next move. When she didn't immediately jab the knife into her jugular, she slowly started to draw her hips back, withdrawing her dick from that vice grip. "That's right, slo-oh-ohly... T-take it easy now..." Katarina huffed, a soft shudder interrupting her words. When Shyvana was halfway out, she flicked the blade, lifting it half an inch higher and running it along the half-dragon's jawline. "Now back in. Slowly." She emphasized, neck craned so she could maintain eye contact with her, her gaze as cutting as any blade. With the slightest of nods, Shyvana did as she was bid, moving her palms to Katarina's hips to hold her steady while she cautiously eased her dick forward again. Once more it sunk into the red head's bowels, leaving the pregnant noxian to curl her toes and moan softly. "Yeah, just-just like that. Take it easy, take it slow." Katarina huffed, now in complete control of the situation, a reversal that, judging by the way her dick pulsated and squirted, Shyvana was not opposed to. Working that ribbed cock back and forth, the half-dragon slowly started to work up a rythym once more, albeit one that was slower and more steady than the brutal pistoning she'd unleashed before. As her pace slowed, her body ceased its transformation, the few inches of growth she'd undergone reverting back to normal. When the speed of her hilting thrusts met her satisfaction, Kat finally pulled the dagger away from the dragon's neck, though she kept a tight hold over it just in case she lost control again. Knife clenched in her fist, she punched it into the mattress to her side and let her head hang low, red locks draping around her face. A steady series of quiet grunts worked their way out of her own throat as she endured the half-dragon's more restrained lusts, her toes curling as her ass was reamed. She'd never openly admit it, but she come to enjoy taking it up the ass... within reason. She still occasionally needed to draw the line. Resting her weight atop her lover's back once more, Shyvana slid the claws of her left hand up Katarina's side, carressing her skin. She didn't linger over her mate's breast this time, instead reaching higher, carressing the assassin's jawline, cupping her chin and turning her head to face her. Gazing into those emerald eyes for a moment, Shyvana lunged forward to capture those red lips in a fearsome kiss, unleashing all her pent up burning need into that embrace even while she kept her hips moving at a more steady pace. Sharp teeth pinched Katarina's lower lip, tugging on it, before Shyvana jammed her longer, stronger tongue down her throat to effortlessly bully the woman's smaller muscle around. Gagging on the half-dragon's thick tongue, Katarina's eyes rolled upwards. Each movement of that slick muscle making a wet gluck gllk glup while Katarina's throat spasmed around her, her airway constricting and squeezing, naturally trying to dislodge the intruder and managing only to gulp down a few mouthfuls of Shyvana's saliva. Her arms trembled and she finally dropped the knife, brushing it aside and letting it clatter as it fell off the bed and hit the floor. Twisting her upper body just a little bit more, she reached her now free hand up and wrapped her arm around Shyvana's neck and shoulders, hanging on for dear life. Her long eyelashes fluttered shut, and she braced herself, working up the energy to 'fight back' in earnest, her tongue pushing back against the draconic invader, wet slaps filling her maw as she lifted it up and pushed it back, using her own tongue to drag Shyvana's out of her throat to let the two entwine in earnest. Months ago, just the thought of participating in their lovemaking would've made her want to retch. When she'd first arrived in Demacia and made the arrangements to stay in exchange for providing 'release' for Shyvana's tensions, she'd tried to just lay back and endure it, silent and listless, hoping to discourage them by being just the lousiest fuck imaginable. At the end of the day though, the dragon didn't seem to give a damn if the woman she was rutting was as active as a limp noodle and was content just to get her rocks off, and as time wore on, Katarina found the experience was more bearable, and then later downright enjoyable, when she was an active participant. Now she would still protest to try and save her dignity, but to herself she had to confess she'd grown to enjoy, and at times even look forward to their trysts... at least the start of them. The half-dragon's boundless stamina always kept her going long past the point that Kat herself was ready to call it a night. Spurred on by Katarina eagerly taking part in their kiss, Shyvana felt her loins boiling. Even though she couldn't go at the blistering pace she oh-so-wanted to move at, the willing embrace of her partner more than made up for it, driving up the heat inside her even as she worked to stifle her frenzy. Her scaly nuts swung with each thrust, clapping her lover's ass hard enough to make them ripple, and those densely packed orbs pulsed and grew hotter as they churned out the first of what promised to be many loads this evening. Exhaling a smoky breath through her nose, Shyvana growled like a feral beast, sharp teeth pricking at Katarina's lips as she mashed their mouths together so fiercely that it was as if she was trying to devour Kat's face. Allowing herself to move her hips just a little bit faster, she reared back and crashed her pelvis into the noxian's ass with her full force once, twice, three times, and then held it there, her spear tip lodged deep within her partner's guts as it fired its molten payload into her stomach from the wrong end. Katarina groaned, perspiration shimmering on her skin as a sweltering heat suffused her body, radiating from her belly outwards. Her skin grew clammy and her hair damp as she broke into a heavy sweat. It felt like she was in a sauna all of a sudden... or that she was a sauna, her insides growing as hot as an oven with each pulsing spurt of cum the half-dragon spewed inside of her, her ribbed cock swelling with each string of steaming ballslop that spilled out of it. Each throb digging those hard ridges deeper into Katarina's tightly gripping ass, those poor deluded sperm mistakenly believing it was her softer, more inviting cunt they were being loosed into instead of being wasted into the noxian's ass. Oh well, Shyvana thought to herself, there'd be plenty more to empty into that hole just a little bit later. Breaking the kiss at last, Katarina let her head hang low, her breath shallow and gasping. The warmth spreading through her body was intense, sweat rolling off of her like she'd just run a marathon. All the while Shyvana just slumped against her back, chest rumbling with contentment as she savoured her moment of release, bloodred lipstick marks smeared around her own mouth and chin. If her stomach hadn't already been swollen with their growing progeny, Katarina was sure her belly would've looked bloated anyways with the sheer volume of spunk now clogging her insides. Hell, she suspected her stomach might've been hanging a bit lower anyways, as the half-dragon's claws swept across it and gingerly caressed it. Certainly it suddenly felt a lot heavier. Both women groaned in unison, one with strain and the other with delight, as Shyvana finally withdrew her prick from Katarina's ass, leaving her hole briefly gaping in its wake. It was gummed up with so much cum that nothing was visible through that widened hole beyond the dense pearly nut pooled within the rim. Viscous globs oozed out and spilled down her ass and thighs now that Shyvana's cock wasn't there to keep her plugged up, the slimy sensation making her legs tremble. With another groan, Katarina rolled herself onto her side, while Shyvana sat back on her haunches to catch her breath, dick still stiff as steel and angrily pulsing in the dim light, coated in layers of cum with more still dribbling from her slit. It was the half-dragon that recovered first, grinning at her prone mate while she climbed overtop of her. Left hand encircling the base of her draconic shaft and giving it a squeeze, she angled it downwards, smearing her semen along Katarina's belly as she slid it downwards. "Don't-don't you dare..." Katarina rasped, still gasping for air, her heavy chest rising and falling with each laboured breath, swollen mammaries sagging with the added weight they'd developed over the months. "Don't dare whaaaat?" Shyvana crooned innocently. "That thing was just inside my ass!" Kat snarled, rolling onto her back and propping herself up with her elbows. "Don't you even think about trying to slide that into my pussy. I will cut it off. Go clean up." Shyvana just shrugged her shoulders with a smug grin. "If you insist." Too late, Katarina caught the mischievous glint in the half-dragon's eye. In an instant, Shyvana pounced on top of her. Twisting around to face her own scaly ass towards the headboard of the bed, the dusk skinned woman dropped her scaly nuts into Kat's face, smothering her eyes and nose with them and gripping the red-head's skull with her muscular thighs. When the noxian gasped in surprise, Shyvana quickly angled her dick downwards, and drove that angular tip straight past those painted up lips of her's. "What's wrong? I'm just doing as you asked." Shyvana said with a smirk, balancing her weight on the balls of her feet and squatting down to sink her cock deep into Kat's throat, visibly stretching the assassin's neck out into the shape of it. "Just putting my cockwasher to good use." Immediately, Katarina winced, her eyes screwing shut and watering in disgust, making her mascara run. Thankfully the only thing she could taste was the dragon's cum. Much to her dismay, this was not the first time Shyvana had done this, not by a long shot, forcing Katarina to prepare in advance for the possibility, nay, inevitability that she'd do it again. As such, she employed every magical and mundane means she could to keep her ass clean enough to eat off of, though it never made the act any less degrading. Clawed fingertips stroked along her neck now, gingerly cradling her neck and tracing the outline of Shyvana's dick stretching it outwards. Katarina's watering eyes narrowed as she felt those powerful digits apply a bit more pressure to her throat, the half-dragon squeezing her dick through her skin, forcing her throat muscles to grip it tighter even as she cut off Kat's airway, forcing her to hold her breath until her lungs burned. At the very least, not being able to breathe meant she wasn't forced to inhale the sweat from Shyvana's nuts for the time being, as those scaly orbs smothered her nostrils, squashing against her nose. They were so dense and plump that they completely covered it up, spilling over to obscure her eyes as well, so that those pulsating spheres were the only thing she could see. Suffocating on that foot long cock, Katarina's throat convulsed, muscles spasming and flexing around it, squeezing it in a vice grip. All the while Shyvana cooed, her palm and fingers sliding up and down Katarina's slender neck as if she was jerking herself off through it. Her shaft throbbed inside the wet fucksleeve that was her esophagus, each pulse of blood racing through it briefly swelling it even thicker, the arrow-shaped tip spewing globs of precum each time it was squeezed. When at last she craved the feel of friction grinding against her dick, Shyvana drew her hips back, the ridges of her cock raking across Kat's vocal cords until her crown was wrenched free of her throat, spurting another thick jet of her excitement across the red-head's tongue on its way out. More lipstick marks were left smeared behind, this time forming a red ring around the base of the half-dragon's dick. Shyvana paused, the air feeling that much colder against her exposed shaft after it had just been sheathed in such a warm tunnel. She resisted the urge to just slam it back in immediately though, giving Katarina time to gasp and thrash beneath her, desperately sucking in lungfuls of air through the cobwebs of spit, cum, and throat slime stringing together the walls of her throat. Each breath was wet and raspy, forced to heave multiple times just to get a single breath through all the syrup clogging her airway. Shyvana waited with an eager grin, swaying her hips and letting her inhuman shaft dance before Kat's bleary eyes until she'd judged her mate had had enough air, then before Katarina could protest, she quickly tipped her dick downwards once more and slammed it right back down her throat. This time, she didn't just hold her hips in place. Having given the noxian all the time to adjust that she intended to, the impatient dragon started to rock her hips. Powerful claws gripping Kat's shoulders, both to steady herself and also to pin the assassin down, Shyvana started to thrust in earnest, her pointed cock boring its way through Katarina's slick airway, drilling deep enough to lodge her tip somewhere in the girl's chest. The first few thrusts were slow but powerful, her hips colliding with Katarina's face hard enough to make her balls recoil off her nose from the impact. Before long though, the half-dragon's pelvis was moving faster, the bed creaking underneath them as each slam made the frame rock. Each thrust bounced her nuts off of the assassin's face, a heavy SMACK as those full orbs collided with Kat's eyes and nose, not even lingering long enough to smother her before Shyvana's swinging hips lifted them back up. Driving them forward again, her spunktanks briefly hung in the air before following after the dragon's hips, swinging down to batter Kat's face with the weight of a pair of grapefruits. The steady beating of those plump spheres against her skull left her dazed, struggling just to breathe when she could in those brief half-seconds that Shyvana's cockhead was dragging along her tongue instead of through her esophagus. With trembling hands, Katarina reached up to grasp Shyvana's thighs, digging her nails into them as deep and as hard as her quaking arms could manage, trying to send the fuck-crazed half-dragon any sign she could that she needed more air. Undeterred, the dragon just kept gouging out her throat with her dick, thrusting with even more haste, the pain only managing to excite her more. Facing forward, she was treated to a perfect view of Katarina's gravid belly, the sight of it, the knowledge that she was the one to make it that way, only driving her lust to ever higher peaks. She couldn't even see Katarina's face steadily reddening as she struggled for air, sweat and spit gluing strands of red hair to her forehead and cheeks while her makeup made a dark, sloppy mess around her eyes and streaked up her brow. GLUK GULK GLUP GLK The wet sounds of Katarina gagging on her cock was lyrical to Shyvana's ears. Each lurid thrust accompanied by the wet shlucking sounds of damp air squeezing past crevices between walls of flesh and Shyvana's throbbing pillar of draconic meat. Right hand releasing its hold on Katarina's shoulder, the half-dragon slid it forward to carress her belly instead, fingers drumming the taut skin while her palm roamed across it. Holding the underside of that swell, Shyvana used it as her new hold, feeling the life growing within even as she threatened to end Katarina's by choking her on her cock. Still those wet sucking sounds continued, audible GULPs as Kat's neck muscles tried to swallow around her shaft as if that would remove the choking hazard. Instead all it did was help to milk the dragon's dick, squeezing it from base to tip, rippling walls of flesh tugging on the length of it. Throwing her head back and arching her spine, Shyvana growled with feral lust. Letting her eyes drift shut, she filled her mind with thoughts of swollen, pregnant bellies, of Kat bloated even larger with an entire clutch of her spawn, bred again and again, a brood mother for dragons. Together with the way the borderline unconscious woman's throat desperately squeezed her dick, it was enough to push her over the edge. Slamming her hips forward one more time, she mashed her sack into the noxian's face, smothering her nose and eyes both with those softball sized spheres, letting her feel the weight of them on her face, the heat of them against her skin, making her face clammy and damp with the sweat rolling off of them. A full body shudder ripping through her, Shyvana's mouth hung open and she cried out as her second orgasm struck, cock swelling larger to accommodate the load racing through it, gagging Katarina even more before filling her stomach with its second meal of the day. No smaller than the first load despite following up so soon after, Shyvana's virile semen spilled out in thick spurts, each rope of pudding-thick tar more than a mouthful for Katarina, and each one fired directly into her stomach. If she hadn't been more concerned with being able to breathe, she might have been relieved, or disappointed, to be deprived of the taste as it bypassed her tastebuds entirely to flood her belly. That already gravid stomach wobbled as it swelled, growing softer even as her skin got tighter, the half-dragon's gelatin-like cum taking up a proportionally larger amount of space within her now. As her belly ballooned outwards, it lost a bit of its defined shape, spilling slightly to the sides while it quivered and expanded, her swelling flesh squishing through the gaps between Shyvana's fingers as she still held it tightly. When at last the half-dragon's balls felt noticeably lighter, and Katarina's face had turned noticeably more blue, Shyvana finally drew her hips back. The way her lover's throat still clung to her cock as she dragged it out, squeezing it so tightly and leaving it dripping wet with slime, coaxed one last rope of cum out as it withdrew from her esophagus, letting her have an overpoweringly strong taste of her salty cum afterall as an enormous glob of it drowned her tongue and filled her mouth until her cheeks were stuffed like a chipmunk's. Frantically convulsing, Kat was forced to swallow it all down in order to finally breathe, lest she drown in it. It was so dense she practically had to chew it, gulping down the halfdragon's pearly nut-pudding. Multiple days worth of meals now consumed in a purely liquid form, Kataraina slumped back against the bed, resting her head on a pillow while sweat-slicked bangs of fiery red hair stuck to her brow. She gasped desperately for air, wheezing through thick pearly fucksyrup jamming nearly every inch of her throat. Every breath made her stomach wobble and sway, her swollen breasts heaving up and down. For her part, Shyvana at last gave her lover a moment of genuine rest. Though her draconic shaft was still throbbing, stiff as petricite, she resisted the near overpowering urge to just immediately plunge it back into her fattened broodcow. It bobbed each time it pulsed with blood, dripping with spit and dribbling rivers of precum that dripped from the end and into Katarina's hair, marring those red locks with splatters of white. Smears of red lipstick ringed it at each of its widest points, decorating the ridges. Sweat beaded across her dusky skin, practically steaming off of her with the blazing heat of her stoked arousal, only making it that much harder for Kat to breathe through that damp, musky fog. Still, the half-dragon had enough control not to actively want her pet to die, and so she restrained herself and let the girl suck deep breaths of sweaty salt-tinged air. Resting a hand atop Katarina's head, she gingerly stroked her hair, clawed fingers tenderly combing through it in hopes of helping her to relax and catch her breath. Nevermind that she was also streaking more of her cum through those fiery tresses and further drenching her mate in her own potent scent. She kept this up for several agonizing minutes, her cock aching the entire time, blood boiling, shaft throbbing with pent up fury, demanding its lust be sated, to be buried within the noxian's soft insides, squeezed and gripped and milked. Shyvana merely exhaled steam from her nose and kept her composure though, not even so much as jerking herself off as she focused her attention wholly on helping her lover recover, stroking and petting her until her breathing steadied, until her heaving chest calmed. There was a tingling in Katarina's extremities that presaged her breath slowing. She didn't even realize she had been starting to go numb from lack of air, and now as vital oxygen slowly circulated through her system again, even if it did stink of the half-dragon's nut, her limbs were starting to wake up. The numbness turned to an uncomfortable sting as her circulation returned to normal. She also found her vision was blurry, marred by more than just sweat and hair and ruined mascara. Her mind had to fight against the tide of unsconsiousness to remain awake, a struggle she couldn't afford to lose. There was no telling how brutal the half-dragon might get with her unconscious form if she wasn't awake to knock some sense into her after all. Strength recovering, Katarina lifted herself up with her elbows, propping herself up and looking down at her stomach, swollen even more than before. She didn't merely look pregnant now, she looked like she was carrying octuplets, and about to give birth. She groaned, the added weight to her stomach immobilizing her on her back, limiting her ability to reposition herself. Her milk-laden breasts were being pushed up higher by the swell in her stomach, so that they too looked more pronounced as a result. Turning her head, she looked to her side and caught a glimpse of the dragon's dick, pulsing angrily, spitting precum, anxiously awaiting the moment they could continue. Then she glanced up into Shyvana's face. She saw the way the half-dragon looked at her with a ravenous expression, fangs sinking into her bottom lip and chewing on it while drool trickled down the corners of her mouth. Katarina was actually impressed she was still managing to hold herself back. Her breasts rose one more time and fell heavily as she breathed a sigh. "Alright. This is what you want, isn't it?" With another groan as she lifted herself up higher, trying to prop herself against the headboard, Katarina spread her thighs apart. Reaching her arms around her near gelatinous belly, she cautiously tried to lift it up a bit, exposing her pussy and the accompanying red carpet to the half-dragon. "Just be careful, okay?" Shyvana snorted, curls of smoke rising from her nose. The offer was made, and she was going to take advantage before Katarina had the chance to regret it and change her mind. She rolled on top of her, Kat grunting and widening her eyes from the sudden added pressure of Shyvana's weight atop her belly, before parking her knees between Kat's thighs and using them to forcibly wedge them apart. Sharp-clawed fingertips gingerly stroked along those thick legs, gripping them tightly, feeling the meat of her thighs, while an altogether different sort of meat bobbed and smacked the underside of Katarina's belly. With a wicked sneer, Shyvana pressed her face up close to her lover's, looking at the way her make-up ran down her cheeks. All the work she'd put into dolling herself up utterly ruined now after that vicious facefuck. Still, the half-dragon wasn't satisfied, not when there was still another hole to fill, and multiple loads churning within her balls waiting to fill it. Letting go of Kat's legs, Shyvana used her left hand to brace herself against the bed to her lover's side, not wanting to put too much strain upon her gravid belly, while her right hand squeezed her slick cock. Squeezing and stroking it, she spread all the slop still plastered across it over its entire surface, working it under and within the gaps that formed between the little ridges and bumps lining her shaft. Each jerk of her hand was accompanied by a lurid sqwilch, a series of wet shlucking sounds that paled in comparison to the ones Katarina's pussy was about to be making. Kat bit her bottom lip, her face flushed, both from exertion and embarrassment. Embarrassed to be at the half-dragon's mercy now and always, embarrassed that she actually wanted to feel that cock filling her up. She had needs too, even if they weren't nearly so omnipresent as the dragon's, and right now her puffy lips were aching to be stretched, to have her insides filled. She knew they'd soon be filled far, far more than she actually desired, but it was the cost of getting any at all in her current predicament. To her surprise though, Shyvana was teasing the moment out, her shaft lingering as she steadily aimed it at Kat's waiting entrance, but never pushed it through. That would never do. Shyvana wasn't the only one worried about Katarina changing her mind. With a shaky hand, Katarina reached out and grabbed Shyvana by the back of her head, and to the half-dragon's great surprise, drew her down into a kiss. Fiery amber eyes opening wide and lighting up like molten magma, Shyvana rolled her lengthy tongue into Katarina's maw to stuff it, swirling it around the human's smaller muscle before stuffing it straight down her throat to gag her once more. Then, in the moment when Katarina gurgled and moaned, the half-dragon finally lurched forward with her hips, sinking the tapered tip of her cock into those tender folds. Even tender felt inadequate to describe the sensation Shyvana felt engulfing her cock as she pushed it deeper into her lover's cunt. It felt she was sliding it through a tunnel formed of melted butter. The walls that gripped her was so heavenly soft and moist, gripping her shaft even as her ridges flared and became more pronounced. When her hips drew back, they naturally tried to catch on the noxian's insides, and yet they were so slick and pliant it felt like they just couldn't grab hold, instead smoothly gliding back out, Katarina's arousal added to the slimy mess dripping off of it. The muscles in her left arm tensing up, Shyvana arched her back, breaking the kiss as she snapped her head back and let out an embarrassingly meek moan of her own. So much warmer, softer and more inviting than she was used to, she felt like she had no control over herself. Even less so than usual. Her ass flexed as her hips drove forward again, wasting no time in pushing nearly every inch of her dick inside. There was no resistance, no struggle, at least not until she was over two thirds of the way there and just straining to fit the last couple inches inside, Katarina's cervix refusing to yield any space to it. Yet even unable to fit the entirety of her shaft, that blissful grip felt like it was almost enough for her. Almost. Drawing her hips back, Shyvana growled into that feral kiss, her drool running down Katarina's chin while her tongue probed deeply enough to be visible through her throat, pushing it outwards. Tilting her head and smacking their lips together, the half-dragon followed suit by making their pelvises do the same, slamming right up against Kat's cervix. It was always tough to pierce, a place no dick was ever actually meant to go, but now it was locked up tighter than usual. None of that stopped Shyvana from trying, driven onwards by that sleeve of flesh tailor-made to her shaft, long ago molded to the shape of her cock, fitted to it and it alone. Her angular crown battered that barrier, demanding entry, and the increasing force of the half-dragon's thrusts made Katarina's cum-bloated belly ripple from each impact. Every collision of their hips made that swollen stomach roll upwards, bouncing away from Shyvana's abs, lifting Katarina's breasts with it to make them bob and jiggle to the same rhythm. The red-head's entire body was rocking back and forth atop the bedspread, the frame creaking while the headboard started slamming against the wall. The banging would've been easily heard in the next room over were her little private prison not alone in this isolated tower, allowing them to be as loud as they wanted. A privilege both were taking advantage of as Shyvana's growling moans and Katarina's choking gurgles both rose in volume. Lifting her arms above her head, Katarina braced herself against the headboard with her hands to keep her own head from being slammed into it by the force of the half-dragon's thrusts. She let out a wet cry for air around Shyvana's tongue, a straining groan as fresh tears streaked down her cheeks, and to her relief the dragon heeded it. That lengthy muscle slurping out of her throat with a lurid schlorp, only for Shyvana to start dragging it across her face like a beast, making Katarina recoil. "Nnngh, disgusting, you're ~uuuuunnngh~ not a dog!" She scowled, recoiling her face away even as the dragon's dick ridges raked across one of her weak points. "Don't... ~Mnnngh~ Don't care." Shyvana moaned, tasting her lover's salty tears and sweat both, further destroying what was left of the make up applied to her face. One of the half-dragon's arms moved to cradle that jiggling cumgut, not even to hold it steady, merely to feel it quiver in her grasp, the way it sloshed, it's dense, sludgy contents shifting inside it. Were she even a little bit less concerned for the baby, she'd likely have smacked it just to watch it quake some more. As it was she had to settle for the way Katarina's taut flesh wobbled on its own. That plus the silken grip around her shaft, those pliant walls being pushed apart, every wrinkle and crevice stretched taut. Arching her back, Shyvana paused her thrusts for just a moment, shimmying her hips before pushing one more time, slowly but forcefully. Katarina winced, clenching her jaw and grinding her teeth, practically foaming at the mouth as the dragon shoved with sheer determination to fully sheathe her cock inside. No matter what, the noxian's cervix wouldn't yield, but that didn't dissuade her. The way her body stretched and strained to take her previous loads without breaking, only made her more determined. Those last few inches slowly disappeared within Kat's stretched cuntlips, the final, widest ridge towards the base straining her the furthest while the length of Shyvana's dick, unable to penetrate her womb, instead relocated it, stretching Kat's tunnel in more ways than one as she pushed her baby chamber higher up into her swollen belly to make more space for her cock. The sheer ecstasy of having every ridge engulfed made Shyvana thrash her head around and groan. Each one wider than the last, those bumps strained Katarina's lower lips to their limit, wrapped as tightly as a condom around the girthiest one, so that moving it back and forth within her was a struggle. Hooking her arms underneath her lover's, Shyvana crossed them over her back and held her tightly, leaning down on top of her until their breasts squished together. The noxian's were so much larger than her's now, so much heavier and denser, that Shyvana's bust was flattened while Katarina's squished to the sides. The half-dragon went for another kiss while slowly but steadily rocking her hips, grinding inside her, only moving a single inch back and forth but savouring the friction all the same. Eyes rolling up into her skull, Katarina let out a pained gurgle. The dragon's tongue didn't choke her this time, but the way her insides were rearranged, literally pushed aside to make space for that dick, filled her with a deep, wincing ache. At the same time though, the way her pussy streeetched, the way those hard ridges dug into her softened walls to press harder into tender bundles of sensitive nerves, it more than dulled that pain, sending overpowering little jolts up her spine that made her writhe. The draconic ribs kept mashing into every sweet spot, those shallow thrusts making them grind and press harder into those pleasure centers, until at last Katarina was treated to an orgasm of her own. Her insides clenched, gripping Shyvana's cock in a grip so tight that each of her thrusts merely slid Kat across the bedsheets rather than moving inside of her. She moaned into the lurid kiss, gurgling around Shyvana's tongue and gulping down a mouthful of her spit. Her eyes fluttered as her body was wracked, and then those tightly squeezing walls began to quiver uncontrollably, alternately flexing and relaxing, squeezing in some places and releasing in others, giving the dragon's shaft a full-length massage. For her part, Shyvana was overjoyed by the goofy, fuck-drunk expression crossing over Kat's face. Even once she broke the kiss and lifted her head, Katarina's tongue hung down her chin, drooling all over herself with a guttural moan that was borderline musical to the enthusiastic dragon. Slamming her palms down to either side of her lover, she braced herself and started to rut faster, harder. It wasn't fair for Katarina to hit that blissful peak all by herself, now was it? Working herself into a frenzy, she started to thrust like it was a race, fighting against the impossibly snug grip of Kat's pussy. All of the half-dragon's muscles flexed, rippling across her body as she put her all into crashing her hips into that heavenly cunt again and again. The spade-tip boring into her fleshy walls repeatedly, striking her cervix with every thrust, keeping it from resetting back into place. plap plap plap plap Plap Plap PLAP PLAP Her balls made wet smacking sounds as they crashed into Katarina's ass, making those softened cheeks ripple with each impact before her nuts bounced off of them. Damp with spit and cum, they left a sticky residue behind, swinging like a pendulum whose tempo was steadily increasing. Then at last Shyvana arched and threw her head back, screaming her vocal chords hoarse with a draconic roar that boomed from her human mouth. Smoke and fire both spewed from her throat, leaving charred black marks and sparks dancing across the stone walls. Letting out every ounce of her pent-up fury and lust that she could short of actually transforming, her balls pulled tighter against her body, and she unloaded for the third time. Despite two prior orgasms already, the latest was the largest yet. Each jet of cum so thick and dense that her cock struggled to push it out. It pulsated and flexed inside of Katarina, swelling with the payload that fought to force its way up her shaft, only digging those ridges deeper into the assassin's buttery walls. Her narrow cockhead kissed the entrance to Kat's womb, pressing firmly against it. Even if she couldn't penetrate it directly, the tight seal ensured that, when at least her cum erupted from her slit, it was forced directly into the noxian's baby chamber, globs of cum squeezing through like it was escaping from a tube of toothpaste before the flood began in earnest. Each dense spurt filled her womb with near-molten sludge, giving their unborn a heated bath while forcing its home to expand. Katarina gulped and gurgled as her womb, already aching from the abuse, began to swell. Her stomach, already bloated beyond compare, wobbled as it ballooned even larger still. Not only did her bulging belly rise upwards, but her sagging flesh spilled to the sides as well, all the dragon's liquid genetic code forcing her womb to grow in all directions. It wasn't bad enough there was so much of it, but it was so warm too. Kat swore her belly was starting to glow from just how heated the dragon's jizz was... or maybe that was just the shimmer of sweat dampening every inch of her skin. It was hard to tell at this point. Chewing her bottom lip, Shyvana let out a groan as her balls pulled taut and just fired off rope after rope of pearly fucksludge, packing it all into Katarina's cervix. That sloshing, jiggling belly was grow so large that it pressed back against the half-dragon, lifting her up as it expanded, and instead of planting her palms on the bed, Shyvana instead wrapped them around that surging balloon of flesh, sinking her fingers into its squishy mass and fondling her handiwork. Her back arched as her torso was lifted but her hips remained jammed up against Katarina's pelvis, and she had to dig her knees in and push to keep herself wedged balls deep. Her stomach churning, Katarina winced and her eyes watered. She could feel her body hitting its limit, but still that damned dragon wouldn't quit cumming. Her cervical opening, once so tightly sealed, was starting to loosen up just so it could spill some of the excess around Shyvana's cock, a torrent of ballsnot bubbling out and streaming from her strained pussy lips before it all started to overflow en masse, and still more of it was filling her than was escaping. As her womb grew engorged, it started squishing her actual stomach, itself a balloon packed with far too much of the half-dragon's spunk. Compressing and squashing it to try and make space, Katarina's mouth began to water and her pupils shrunk to the size of pinpricks. She didn't even have time to curse Shyvana's name before all that cum she'd dumped down the noxian's throat came right back up, a fountain of white spewing from her mouth and nose, cum erupting from nearly every orifice until Kat's face was painted in thick, goopey layers of white. The salt of it all burned the inside of her nose and it was the only thing she could taste, even as she coughed up another half-dozen globs of dragon semen all over her tits. With laboured breath, Shyvana heaved and slumped forward, letting her full weight rest atop Katarina's stomach, bloated to the size of a small bean bag chair full of pudding. Her dick let out a few final spurts, each weaker than the last, until there was nothing left but a steady trickle leaking from the end of her cock. She laid there grinning as she caught her breath, and when she peered up into Kat's jizz-mopped face, she couldn't help but laugh. Shaft growing more sensitive in the wake of orgasm, she winced and wiggled her hips, slowly withdrawing it from the assassin's pussy, leaving it a gaping chasm without her to plug it up. Immediately a waterfall of cum bubbled and slowly oozed out of her, drenching the half-dragon's nuts in warm, white slime, while she crawled forward to mash her lips to one of Katarina's engorged breasts. Tongue swirling around a nipple, she gave it a pinch with her teeth and a sharp tug, just to make the noxian squeal and writhe. Had to double check to make sure she hadn't drowned in all that cum afterall. Lifting her hands to her face, Katarina swept them over her cheeks, her eyes, and her brow, wiping off blobs of spunk before flinging them at the half-dragon and glaring daggers at her. "I fucking told you to jerk off while you were away and not come back this pent up again," she fumed, the bitterness in her voice as potent as Shyvana's sperm. "It's just not the saaame~" Shyvana hummed. "How am I supposed to get off without your wonderfully snug cunt? Well," the dragon ran her left hands down Katarina's side, reaching around her gut and between her thighs to shamelessly sink four fingers into her lover's ruined hole, squishing her digits into that mass of gooey cum leaking out of her. "It was snug. Maybe not anymore." Katarina grimaced, her brow furrowing and her teeth bared. "You fucking bitch, I'm going to- Ow!" A sudden spike of pain in her abdomen cut her off and made her slam her head back into a pillow. "What? What's wrong?" With a genuine note of concern in her voice, Shyvana stopped and lifted her head, looking into Kat's face with wide eyes. "Fucking... your stupid brat just kicked. Hard. I'm surprised, ~whoof~" Katarina huffed. She tried to move her body, only to find she couldn't, the sheer weight of all of Shyvana's cum pinning her to the bed. "I'm surprised I could even feel it through all that disgusting slime it must be swimming through." The worry swiftly melted away from Shyvana's face, leaving only a shit-eating grin. "Oh? Well then, I guess that must mean there's still more space in there to fill." Her fingers curled, two of them rubbing where she knew one of Kat's sweet spots was, stroking until the red-head began to thrash her head about and slam her fists into the bed. "Don't- don't you fucking dare!" "But I'm still sooo hooornyyyy~" Shyvana did her best to sound cutesy in her husky voice, even as she sat upright and took her cock in her free hand, guiding it towards her pet's loosened pussy. With a look of horror in Kat's eyes and glee in Shyvana's, the half-dragon slid back inside that slimy orifice and began to rock her hips once more. Katarina groaned and clenched her jaw. Just another couple months. That was it. Then she once she delivered the baby, she was out of there. It'd be Shyvana's problem at that point, and she could return to Noxus, in a more fit state to clear her name, and she'd never have to deal with this ever again. She just needed to suffer through it a little bit longer, she kept telling herself, and then she'd be free. Shyvana moaned and thrust her hips, cum gushing out around her shaft with a wet squelch as she plunged the noxian's cunt. Just another couple months. That was it. Then, once Katarina delivered the baby, Shyvana would be on her again in an instant, and she'd rut her non-stop until she was pregnant all over again. She'd never let the noxian leave, she'd be bearing the half-dragon's children for the rest of her life. She only be able to enjoy this pregnant belly a little bit longer, she kept telling herself, and then she'd have to breed her all over again. Katarina would never be free. There was a roar that echoed all the way down the tower, followed by Katarina's screams. The dragon was cumming again, and their night was just getting started.

Chapter 7 - Geno-type pt. 7

Jake groaned as he shoved Tyler off of him, and climbed out of bed. Once he was fully upright he could feel more of Tyler’s spunk leak out of him and run down his legs. It still felt nice and warm. There was a lot in there; not surprising, seeing how much Tyler came earlier when Jake sucked him off. Jake was actually surprised that his stomach didn’t look more bloated; it would probably take days to fully clean out. Jake’s ass was sore. Very sore. All the muscles in his butt been stretched far beyond their previous max. It hurt, but it was not a bad kind of hurt. It was as if he had worked those muscles long and hard at the gym. Jake had only been to the gym a few times, but he knew the feeling well. Tyler would occasionally try and get Jake to come along with him. Try to get some meat on his bones or something. Last time Jake went he did some bench presses. He only managed a third of Tyler’s weight, and yet, he still ached for a week afterwards. Jake wouldn’t be at all surprised if that’s how long it took him to recover from this, too. Not only was Jake’s ass sore, but it was incredibly loose, too. His muscles were having trouble regaining their composure after being stretched so thin and plowed into jelly. He couldn’t even clench properly. It felt like his hole was lined with silly putty instead of actual muscle tissue; very sore silly putty. Jake ran his fingers around the edge of ring trying to survey the damage. He easily slipped his pointer and middle fingers of both hands in; his asshole couldn’t even muster basic resistance. Once inside he massaged the inside muscles. He dug his fingertips in and rubbed the insides of the muscles in a circular motion. Once Jake felt like his innards were willing to cooperate he worked the lining in different directions; he pulled the sides farther apart and then massaged around the ring in a circular motion. He inched his way upwards around the edge until the fingers from both hands met at the twelve o’clock position. He then reversed the process until both hands met at the opposite end. This was what Jake needed. It felt like stretching after a long, hard, run. Jake felt the same soothing pain as if he was stretching after a long, hard, workout. He worked the cramps and kinks out of his sphincter in much the same way one would work the cramps out of their calves. As Jake worked the hole more and more of Tyler’s pent up jizz flooded out. Jake’s hands were quickly coated in the stuff. Jake could do this for hours, and he felt his cock begin to stir to life again. He wanted to bring himself to completion yet again, but he knew that by now they probably only had around ten minutes to get cleaned up. Jake staggered off to the bathroom. His semi swung heavily from side to side as Tyler’s cum continued to seep out of his ass. Jake was leaving a trail behind him as he trudged on. Somewhere in the back of his mind he couldn’t help but feel sorry for whoever had this misfortune of having to clean all this up. Tyler was finally rolling out of bed himself as Jake got to the bathroom door. Tyler ached all over as well. He had had three massive orgasms during the span of the day; not counting all the little ones during the course of the night. Despite this his cock was already ready to go again, and his balls were full and heavy. A nice hot shower would help soothe his poor muscles, and he knew he could not go down to dinner looking like he currently did. He had dry caked on cum all up the front of his chest and the side of his face. None of it his this time. Jake had been so coated with his own seed that his upper body was all but laminated in it. When Tyler passed out on top of Jake, much of it rubbed off onto Tyler. Part of Tyler wanted to leave it on, in some kinky way it was like having a bit of his boyfriend with him at all times. He ran that thought through his mind again. He still couldn’t get over it. They were officially boyfriends now. He crept up beside Jake who was standing in front of the mirror, surveying the damage. Tyler leaned in close and kissed Jake on the cheek. Tyler could taste the Jake’s salty sweat on his skin as well as a salty bitter tinge of the dried on cum. Now that Tyler could see Jake clearly under the halogen bathroom lights he could see just how thick the coating on him was. It made Tyler’s second hand spooge look paltry in comparison. Jake’s face was particularly hard hit. The caked on cum had already begun to flake and peel, making his face look like it was covered in a mixture of Vaseline and chalk. Jake’s hair was equally messy. Tyler began to laugh. “What’s so funny?” Jake asked with only mild indignation. Tyler was still giggling and he put his pointer finger up to either side of his lips. “Aren’t you going to tell me how you got those scars?” Jake playfully shoved Tyler “We can’t go down looking like this. We should get cleaned up.” Jake’s whole upper body was coated. Some of heavier hit areas were still a little goopy. He couldn’t help but think that he look like a Scooby Doo villain; the phantom cumbeast from Uranus. “Way ahead of you.” Tyler said as he walked into the shower. Tyler’s bathroom had a large walk in shower stall. He turned back to Jake, and leaned on the door frame seductively. “We should probably shower together.” Then with a seductive wink he added “To save time.”  Somehow I can see us wasting more time that way. Jake thought to himself. He gave a bemused sigh and got into the stall with Tyler. Tyler turned up the heat and stood under the stream while was making a show of rinsing himself off. He was more interested in striking sexy poses under the water than actually getting cleaned up. He looked like he was in a shampoo commercial; a very sexy, not safe for TV shampoo commercial. Tyler lathered up and worked the suds into his skin and the most erotic ways possible. When Tyler washed his chests he spent extra time massaging his nipples as he give Jake yet another seductive wink. Tyler worked every inch of his body like this, adding in that little something extra. As he washed his face he would suck on his fingers and moan. As he washed his backside Tyler kneaded his ass cheeks and would spread them wide; giving Jake a clear view of Tyler’s soapy, puckered, hole. It gave Jake a chance to really admire Tyler’s body though. Tyler was well tanned across his whole body, and also pretty muscular. Not like body builder muscular, but he definitely had the athlete look going. Jake’s eyes kept creeping lower admiring every inch of Tyler’s body; past his hard pecs, past his washboard abs, down the treasure trail that Tyler kept trimmed short, past the equally trimmed pubic area, and finally onto the dick. Jake’s gaze was directed to Tyler’s giant cock as Tyler continued is little show. Tyler massaged the soap into his enormous dick as he swayed his hips back and forth. He could tell Jake was transfixed, and that just got Tyler more into it. Tyler’s dick swung low as he moved. The tip dipping down well below his knees, and he had only just begun to inflate. Tyler lifted the hefty shaft up to his chest with one arm, and begin worked the suds into his now giant sized nuts. Each of Tyler’s balls was roughly the size of a medium sized beach ball. Tyler could see Jake’s look of complete shock, awe, and lust, and so he swaggered in nice and close. When Tyler was close enough, He left go of his now semi-erect cock so that it was now propping itself up by leaning into Jake’s torso; the tip was pointing right into Jake’s sternum. Jake’s mind was trying to process it all. Tyler kept advancing forward; his massive dick pushing Jake back as he did. Jake’s back hit the wall. He was now being pinned to the wall by his friend’s monolithic wang. A wang that just recently was planted deep within him. Now that is was almost completely hard the head was pushing into Jake’s chest.  “Was it that big when it was in me?” Jake asked in awe. Jake looked down and thought for a second. It was huge, even he had to admit it, but he was sure it hadn’t grown at all since he had passed out. “Not exactly?” Jake tiled his head questioningly as Tyler explained in better detail. “Well I may or may not have been thinking how nice it was to be resting like that. You know, still inside you as we lay there together. So I kind of filled to fit the whole.” Tyler tried to explain as best he could. Truth be told it was a subconscious thing. He could feel himself swelling to keep Jake full even after he had begun to get softer. He wasn’t actively focusing on growing, but at the time he was glad he did. So in other words, Tyler was now as thick soft as he was when he was hard and ramming Jake. Jake could tell from the awkward bashful look on Tyler’s face that Tyler had not actually thought this through and was kind of ashamed to be admitting to it. Jake just sighed and shook his head. “You know there is no way I can take that anymore.” Jake really wished he could, but the shaft was longer than his torso and almost as thick as his waist. Jake really couldn’t blame Jake, though. The feeling was addictive. With each small growth the sensation grew exponentially. Jake had just recently become aware of his own growths. It made sense in some strange way. The way Tyler’s briefs could not contain his package earlier, the way he was so much hornier than he had ever been in his life, the way he had managed to cum enough to drench Tyler’s bed and everything on it. It all added up. The feeling of his own massive cock and balls swinging around as he staggered to the bathroom was one of the greatest feelings he had ever had. It was empowering as well as erotic. Jake could not tell why he was growing or if he would ever get as big as Tyler, but he knew he wanted to. “Yeah. Probably.” Tyler said sheepishly. “But if I only got to do it once, I am glad it was with you.” Tyler beamed at Jake and kissed him on the lips. 

Chapter 3 - The One I Couldn't Come Up With a Name For

Tags: [Futa/F] [Rape] [Reluctant] [Rough] [Silliness] [Really Bad Humour] [Lactation] [Excessive Cum] [Non-Sexual Violence] [Long] [Nipple Sex] [Cock Growth] [Weirdness] [Complete Disregard for Proper Anatomy] This was the worst day. Ever. Of all time. Perhaps the greatest sorceress who'd ever lived, and here she was accompanying the two most incompetent, bumbling fools she'd ever had the misfortune to encounter. Fiddling with the golden bracelets adorning her forearms, LeBlanc the Deceiver cursed her dreadful luck. Growing impatient, she began tapping her ornate staff against the ground, waiting for her 'allies' to stop playing grabass with one another. Not even ten feet away, one of her compatriots was uselessly banging an enormous sword against a towering stone golem. The steel collided against the monster's rocky hide with a loud ding, over and over again, til the sound began grating on LeBlanc's ears. Worst of all, it was hardly even doing anything more than chipping off tiny shards no bigger than pebbles. The golem simply shrugged off the attacks and proceeded to slam its fist into its agressor's skull. Grinding what little remained of Master Yi's brain into paste, LeBlanc was sure. The self-proclaimed master of Wuju was a nutcase. That was the only way the sorceress could describe him. He was running around in a trench coat and a helmet that looked like it was crafted for some alien creature. It covered the entire top half of his head with goggle lenses. Seven of them, all glowing bright green and looking in different directions, but only two of them seemed positioned in a way that he'd actually be able to see through them. Then there was his ridiculous boots. He had a sword strapped to each one, but he never used either. All they seemed to do was make him trip over his own feet, but near as she could tell, he thought they made him move faster. Of course, near as she could tell was not very much, as she couldn't understand a word he said. The blasted fool was speaking gibberish and refused to communicate. "I beg your pardon, but I do believe that I called, as you commoners say it, 'dibs'." "Hablo espanol?" LeBlanc rolled her eyes in frustration. Then there was her other companion, waving his arms frantically, trying to dissuade Yi from slaying the golem, not that it looked like he could. Cho'Gath, so-called terror of the void. Whereas Yi was an idiotic human pretending to be some bizarre otherworldly creature, Cho'gath was truly an interdimensional horror... Doing his best to behave like some human idiot. He towered over them all, even the golem. A lumbering ten foot brute. He was lanky, but bulky at the same time, with long, spindly, insectoid limbs, claws, talons and a large, hunched torso. His skin, if it could even be called that for it looked more like exposed tissue and muscle, was a sickening mix of red and blue splotches. This strange, alien creature was terrifying to behold, with an extra set of scythe-tipped limbs that sprouted from his back and a pair of demonic horns that burst from the side of his skull and curved forward. A thick, heavy tail trailed behind him, ending in a sharp looking spade. Most frightening of all was his enormous maw that gaped eternally, showing off his massive rows of serrated teeth. His lower jaw was so long and heavy that it was easier to let it hang open than keep it closed. Truly, this beast could easily intimidate even the most stoic and brave of champions. And then he had to go and ruin it all by throwing on a tuxedo. Lord knows where he even found one, but somehow Cho'Gath had acquired someone's formal evening wear and insisted on wearing it. Stretched over his gargantuan frame, it was tearing at the seams. Apparently he still wasn't 'classy' enough though, so he'd gone out and found a top hat, a pipe, and a monocle to match. The whole outfit looked positively ridiculous on him, and to top it off, ever since he'd found it, he'd begun speaking in a false, british accent, proclaiming it made him more suave and sophisticated. No matter how many times LeBlanc tried to remind him that he was an eldritch abomination, he remained adamant that so long as he kept one pinky extended while devouring the corpses of his enemies, he was still a dashing 'gentleman'. "I say, stop attacking that creature this instant! The blue rocks are mine!" Even in his fake accent, Cho'Gath's every word boomed, his voice set to max volume by default. It had this eerie, screeching echo to it as well, which was slowly driving LeBlanc mad. Gripping Yi by the collar, Cho'Gath lifted him into the air to put a stop to his assault, but he just kept swinging his massive sword anyways, smacking the golem in the face with the flat of his blade. "Master Yi es numero uno! Ahuehuehuehuehue!" The golem roared in annoyance, drawing strength from the quartet of mystical blue stones that were hovering and spinning around its midsection, the same glowing rocks that both Cho'Gath and Yi were after. It went to take a swing at both of them, but all Cho'Gath need do was plant his palm against the monster's face and he could hold it at bay all day with his enormous reach. "Oh for the love of... This is getting ridiculous!" LeBlanc facepalmed, rubbing the dark makeup lines running down her cheeks from her eyes, the stress of dealing with these two getting to her. Her staff, ringed with floating violet crystals, began to glow. With nothing more than a quick wave of the weapon, the largest stone launched a glowing, pink blast of magical energy, striking the golem dead on. The creature rumbled as magic coursed through it's very being, breaking it apart from the inside. With a loud, bestial roar, it crumbled into a pile of rubble. The magical stones that surrounded it vanishing in the blink of an eye, reappearing around LeBlanc instead. The magic that infused them ensured they would always be passed on to the one who slew their previous owner. "My word, how rude! I wanted that!" Cho'Gath grumbled, dropping Yi and thumping his tail against the ground. "Ques que ca? Pourquoi tu tuer le monstre?" Still speaking in tongues, Yi picked himself up off the ground and dusted off his jacket. Straightening out her long flowing cape and adjusting its large collar, LeBlanc dismissed them both with a wave of her hand. "Neither one of you has proven yourselves competent enough to handle anything greater than one of Doran's lousy blades. Now come on, before the trail goes cold." LeBlanc led the way as the three made their way through the forest, her golden boots crushing fallen foliage underneath. According to the info Cassiopeia had given them, one of their enemies had been foolish enough to flee into the woods surrounding their base after a run-in with the naga. The snake hadn't told them much else before parting ways, saying something about a playdate with her sister. Just another pair of fools that LeBlanc had to put up with. She felt the gentle spring breeze blowing past her, the cool air tickling her bare, pale skin. Her outfit was hardly modest, but then, it didn't need to be. What need did she have for heavy, ugly armour when anyone who opposed her would die long before they got close? So instead the woman wore something a bit more comfortable, and much more revealing. Beneath her cloak, she was barely clad in anything more than a black spandex bra and thong, with a few strings in a web-like pattern to connect them travelling down her spine and sides, but leaving her midriff exposed. Her left leg was covered by thigh-high spandex while the other was naked, her bleached skin shielded only by a long skirt which looked like it had been cut in half, covering just her right leg and staying strapped on by a pair of belts around her waist. Just as LeBlanc was growing to appreciate the silence, Cho'Gath had to ruin everything by speaking. "I say, how about a jaunty travelling tune? Perhaps that might make this fruitless endeavour a tad less dreary." "Oh God, Cho'Gath, no!" LeBlanc turned to face her cohort, shaking her head rapidly and waving her arms to catch his attention. The nightmarish horror from beyond space and time just ignored her though. "Ahe-he-hem!" Tapping a three-taloned fist against his chest and clearing his throat, Cho'Gath launched into 'song'. "Om nom nom nom nom nom nom, Om nom nom nom nom nom nom nom Nom nom nom nom nom nom nom, Om nom nom nom nom nom nom. Om nom nom nom nom nom nom..." LeBlanc covered her ears to try and drone out Cho'Gath's deep, bellowing, echoing voice and screamed. He was insufferable! It was like he was taking every opportunity to annoy her intentionally. "Will you just. Shut. Up!" Cho'Gath seemed taken aback, insulted even. "My word, how rude! Master Yi, what do you think? Doesn't a catchy little ditty just cheer things right up?" "Non non, arrete sil'vous plais!" Yi seemed a bit pre-occupied, stumbling with every step. The swords strapped to his feet clattered every time he moved, and he was constantly watching his toes to avoid tripping himself. "I'm going to take that as a... yes?" Cho'Gath shifted his eyes back and forth uncertainly before standing upright with a cheeky grin. "Two against one, the jolly song continues! Om nom nom nom nom nom nom...!" LeBlanc grabbed at her long, wavy, blue-violet hair, seething with rage. She was pulling on her own locks so hard that she nearly tore off the headpiece adorning her forehead, a crown with three sturdy golden strands that arched up and back along her skull like a set of thin, rectangular horns. This creature was going to drive her insane! Just as she was about to snap, she felt a rumble beneath her feet. Just the slightest of shakes. Above her, birds took flight, fleeing the trees and taking off into the sky. Narrowing her dark eyes, LeBlanc turned her gaze to the trees, perking her ears to listen for anything suspicious. Without even glancing in his direction, she smacked the bellowing monstrosity in the shin with her staff. "Shush, quiet!" "Oww! Why you cheeky little..." While the startled monster began hopping on one foot in pain, LeBlanc smacked him again. "I said quiet! I'm trying to listen." Cho'Gath howled, slamming his tail against the ground and making even more of a ruckus. "How dare you... You strike me unprovoked and then demand my silence?" "You idiot, shut up, I think she's close..." "Why, I should write a sternly worded letter to your summoner. Such uncouth behaviour is most unbecoming of a lass." Cho'Gath waggled an enormous finger before LeBlanc's face, as if scolding a child. The sorceress scowled, seething with so much fury that the fires of rage were visible in her eyes. "Will you just shut up you annoying cretin?! You're going to give us away!" LeBlanc's voice was drowned out mid-sentence by a monstrous roar. The sky just over the horizon turned red as though the very clouds were engulfed in flame, and the most ferocious looking creature any of them had ever seen flew over the trees, crashing down into the path in front of them, shaking the ground as it landed. It could only be described as a demon at first glance, an enormous horned beast set ablaze. Fire licked at the ends of its wings and nipped at its heels. A creature so large that even Cho'gath looked small in comparison. Only upon closer examination did it become clear that it was a dragon, but one far more dangerous looking than the one so often seen throughout the forest. Massive red and gold scales, thick as armour plating lined it's back, from it's reptilian head down to it's long, sinewy tail. Its legs were almost stubby for it's massive frame, but its arms were long and gangly, the membrane of its wings stretching out from them. Two enormous horns curled backwards from it's head, and it stared at them with furious, slitted pupils. Its golden eyes lit up with an almost human cunning, and everyone took a wary step back from the creature. "Now look what you've gone and done LeBlanc!" Cho'Gath turned to snap at the dark haired woman, flexing his claws as he readied them to fight off the monstrous reptile. "All your callous shouting has gone and brought a dragon down upon us!" LeBlanc's left eye began to twitch, her pupils shrinking as her mind finally broke, a blood-curdling scream ripping from her lips. *********************************************** "Oh boy, you have no idea how afraid I was. I thought for sure somebody else was gonna get to you first!" Tristana giggled, dropping her weapon with a loud thunk. It wasn't like she was gonna need it. Relaxing a bit, she slung off her pack, the cannon balls clanking together and a few rolling out as it slumped over. "After that little show you put on for everyone, I bet you've got quite a lot of fans just dying to meet you right now." Katarina's face was a mask of abject horror, her skin turning a ripe shade of red. God, everyone had seen, hadn't they? All the other combatants, the summoners issuing commands and leading the battle, there was no way she'd be able to hide this. Dunking her head into the river, she was half-tempted to just drown herself, but even that wouldn't be a permanent solution to her problems. Wading into the water, the little woman went for Kat's ankles, dragging the girl out onto the riverbank with surprising strength. But then, she needed to be strong, carrying so much gear around all the time. Katarina kicked and screamed the entire way, her breasts wobbling and clapping together as she struggled. Tristana scowled, leaning back and yanking on her legs. Grunting, she finally managed to haul the squirming red head onto the sand, despite her clawing at anything she could get her hands on. "Get away from me!" She shrieked. "Get away you freaky blue midget!" Pulling one of her feet free, she planted her boot right in Tristana's face. Her boots were pretty much the only clothing she had left at this point. "Oof!" Losing her grip, the yordle stumbled back, falling flat on her ass. "Well," she grumbled, climbing to her feet and dusting off her pants. "That wasn't a very nice thing to do." Rolling onto her side, Kat tried to crawl away, but she was so weakened from exhaustion, and her chest was so heavy... She wasn't going anywhere, and they both knew it. "You should be grateful you know! There's a lot meaner people than me who could've gotten here first." The miniscule woman rubbed her face, tending to the bridge of her cute, button nose, making sure Katarina hadn't just broken it. Thankfully, no blood, and the pain was fading quickly. "Does that mean you're gonna just kill me and put me out of my misery?" Katarina growled, knowing full well she wasn't lucky enough for that. "Kill you? No!" Tristana cackled dismissively, eyeing the taller woman's body, drinking in the sight of her curves and those luscious, massive tits. "I didn't bust my ass getting here first just to make you go boom. I've got something so much more fun in mind!" Stepping up beside her captive, she gave Kat's toned ass a smack, watching her flesh ripple. The poor girl groaned and buried her head in the sand. Was there anyone on this battlefield who wasn't a lecherous pervert? Or hell, someone who's go to instinct upon seeing an enemy wasn't rape? "Ugh, I'd rather just die." Tristana's tiny hand swept along the curve of her waist, reaching around to squeeze one of Kat's milkjugs. A goofy grin stretched the yordle's lips and she practically drooled at how soft and squishy it was. "What's wrong? I figured you'd prefer sexy fun times over, you know, death." "I'm not some cheap gutter slut!" Katarina barked back at the walking blueberry, flailing one of her arms uselessly in her direction. "Then why are you wandering around naked?" The yordle giggled in girlish glee. With a light nudge to the red-head's stomach, she rolled the assassin onto her back, letting her huge knockers jiggle. Gritting her teeth, Katarina folded her arms over her bosom to steady it. Her forearms barely even covered her engorged nipples, let alone the bulging titflesh. "Not by choice!" "Huh. You could've fooled me. You sure seemed to be getting into it with the snake lady. By the way, wasn't she, like, your sister or something? Kinky." Stepping overtop of the human, Tristana plopped down onto her belly, straddling it and grabbing her arms. Pulling them away to free her chest, she watched it shake, practically mesmerized. Each melon was bigger than her head. Hell, each one was practically the size of her whole body! Katarina may have found them repulsive, but to the tiny woman, it was the most exotic, kinkiest thing she'd ever seen. "And besides, just look at these things! You're certainly not a fighter. So I can't imagine why any team would keep you around as anything other than a cum dump." "Why you little..." Before Katarina could finish, the yordle let go of her arms. Immediately, she moved to strangle the little girl, only to gasp and moan instead as the midget grabbed a handful of her overly sensitive breasts in each hand. Well, a handful to the yordle was little more than a big pinch to the human. "I wish our whores grew 'em this big in Bandle City." Tristana was drooling again, smiling dreamily as she rolled and kneaded the assassin's bust. "Oh, but then, if we did, I'd probably blow a fortune on hookers. So maybe it's for the best." Grinning wickedly, she reached for Katarina's nipples. They were so swollen that she could almost wrap her entire hand around them, squeezing and tugging like she was milking a cow. "Good thing sluts like you are free!" It was a struggle for Katarina not to just break down into a fit of screams and moans. Her nerves were still lit up with Cassiopeia's poison. The entirety of her chest tingled when her udders were tugged, skin stretching taut as Tristana tested her elasticity. Kat grit her teeth, moaning loudly each time she tried to speak. "I'm- Nngh! Not- Aaaaahh! A slut!" The yordle shoved her head forward, mashing her face deep between the human's cushions. Drool spilled into the crevice between them while the short girl dragged her tongue across her skin. Thankfully, the naga hadn't made too much of a mess, and aside from the faint taste of sweat, she was still clean from the bath. Tristana was glad. She wouldn't want to taste any of the naga's possibly poisonous leftovers. Here and there Tristana took little nips, planting soft kisses up and down her captive's cleavage, savouring every moment she got to spend with those lovely pillows. She pursed her lips and lightly sucked on them, leaving a trail of hickies all down their insides. Katarina's arms were splayed out to the side, her nails digging grooves in the dirt. Knees bent and head thrashing from side to side, she felt like she was slowly going mad. "Mmnnn," Tristana moaned softly, grinding her clothed pelvis against Kat's belly. Her stubby hands roamed freely, fingers outstretched to contain as much squeezable, jiggly boob as she could. Each cry that escaped the human's lips exciting her, the yordle grew more and more eager until her military uniform began to chafe. Even with all the slack her outfit gave, it suddenly felt too tight, too confining, too hot. Releasing those wonderful, bountiful breasts, Tristana quickly worked to peel off her shirt. So much gear to remove! Ugh, why did military gear have to be so cumbersome? She was panting heavily, tossing away gauntlets and shoulderpads, struggling to get off her top. She was in such a clumsy rush that she managed to get it caught on her big head when she tried to lift it off, cursing her large skull. Temporarily blinded, the yordle squirmed and lost her balance, falling onto her side. Had her situation not been so dire, Katarina would have laughed. As it was, she just had to focus on getting out of there. She was humiliated enough as is, but she'd never be able to live down the shame of being the victim of one of those half-pints. She'd be a laughing stock. While Tristana was occupied, she rolled over, pushing herself to her feet unsteadily. Breasts sagging under their own weight, she carried them as best she could, stumbling like a drunk and slowly waddling away. "Hey! Where do you think you're going?!" Tristana shouted after her, having finally managed to free herself from her army jacket. Her chest was naked, the same cheery blue shade as the rest of her body. Now Kat could see why she had such a fascination with her breasts though. The yordle's own bust was barely more than a pair of mosquito bites. A small pair of lumps that were probably fair-sized for someone of her stature, but they were tiny even compared to the human's regular size. Biting her bottom lip, Katarina kept moving. "Help! Somebody help me goddamnit! Cassie! LeBlanc! Damnit, I'd even take help from Yi right now!" Kat yelled at the top of her lungs, putting more and more distance between her and Tristana. "Oh no you don't. Not getting away from me that easily!" The yordle chuckled, not even feeling the need to give chase. The assassin certainly wasn't moving very quickly. Instead she reached into her sack, fishing out a small cannonball. Gripping it in both hands, she took aim at Katarina, wiggled her rump a few times, then took a step forward and hurled the heavy iron ball at the fleeing redhead. Katarina never even noticed. It made a loud clunk as it hit the ground, rolling towards her and gaining ground quickly. Plowing right through her legs, the poor girl stumbled over it, losing her balance and falling forwards. "Woohoo! Strike!" Tristana cried out in delight, quickly bounding over to pounce before she had the chance to get up again. "Uuunngh, could this day get any worse..." Katarina wailed, her fall cushioned by her buoyant chest. Before she could even roll onto her side, she felt a small weight tackle her behind, with just enough force to pin her hips. "Well, I was hopin' for a bit more foreplay, but it doesn't look like you're gonna sit still for that, are ya'?" Tristana pouted, giving Kat's meaty ass a grope, running her itty-bitty hands along those smooth butt cheeks. Her palms reached higher, pressing down on the small of the human's back and pinning her while she ground her hips back and forth, rubbing her crotch against that curvy rump. At some point, the yordle had unbuttoned her pants without Katarina noticing, and now she could feel a hard lump straining through her undone fly, the bulge in Tristana's panties rubbing up against the crack of her ass. Katarina's eyes widened, and she shook her head frantically. "Why? Why did I say that? Why?!" The more Tristana ground her pelvis against her captive's backside, the further her loosened pants slipped down her thighs, leaving her barely concealed package pressed firmly against Kat's rear. "Wh-what the hell?! You have to be joking... That can't be real, not another one!" "Huh, you sound surprised. Don't you know anything about yordles?" Tristana rolled her eyes at the human's ignorance. "Am I the only actual woman in this whole damned league?" Katarina wailed. "Mnnn, it's just too bad I couldn't get to you before that scary snake lady did." Tristana muttered. Playing with the hem of her underwear, she hooked her thumb into it and tugged downwards, freeing her constrained shaft with a happy sigh. "A whore is never as tight after she's been broken in." Kicking off her panties, she let her newly freed member slide back and forth, rubbing it against Kat's skin. Even though she couldn't see it, Katarina could feel the small woman's length slapping against her derriere. It only made sense that of the three women to abuse her today, the shortest one would have the shortest cock. And yet, the yordle's prick was still larger than the average length of any human. Listening to the meaty thwack as Tristana smacked it against her ass, it didn't seem like it took much to get her excited, her pole already fully hard. The entire length rubbing against her backside, she figured it had to be at least seven inches. Certainly enough to satisfy someone twice the yordle's size. Silently, Katarina wondered if Tristana was exceptionally large for her species, or if that was normal for a yordle. And if so, how did such little creatures take it? Or worse, what if Tristana was one of the tiny ones?! Katarina shuddered. Her blue member trailing lower, Tristana grinned childishly. She pressed the darker, almost purple tip of her blue phallus to her captive's twat, giggling at the slick feel of her pussy lips rubbing against her crown. Katarina seemed almost resigned to her fate, giving only the barest of struggles, more for show than any serious effort to dislodge the shorty. Moaning in her squeaky voice, Tristana slowly eased her pole into the larger woman's sex, relishing how slick and wet she was. Sure, it was mostly just because she was still overflowing with snake cum, but at least it beat trying to go in dry. It meant she didn't have to hold back at all, thrusting back and forth without giving any time for Kat to get used to it. Hands balling into fists, clenching dirt between her fintertips, Katarina grit her teeth, trying not to show any outwards signs of pleasure. Ironic for being her least human partner of the day, the yordle had the most human dick. Regular shaped, no weird bumps or strange ends. If it wasn't for her size, it'd just be like being with a regular partner. Instead, with that tiny body leaning over top of her and grabbing at her ass with stubby hands, it felt like she was getting nailed by a child, albeit a very well endowed one. It felt practically perfect inside of her. Not too huge, it didn't stretch her netherlips painfully, but was still big enough to reach deep inside her and press against her core. Tristana stopped when she bottomed out and pulled back quickly, the rim of her cockhead scraping Kat's inner walls and dragging some of her sister's leftover cum out of her. She laid forward, resting her entire body overtop the assassin's toned bottom, her big head resting on the small of her back. Belly smacking against her ass, the yordle grabbed hold of Katarina's hips for leverage and drove herself deeper. The sudden intrusion drove Kat into a frenzy. Oh god it felt wonderful! The little rapist was buried balls deep and rubbing against her sweet spot. Clenching her fists tighter, she whined like a bitch in heat while her unnatural breasts were squashed into the dirt by the little girl bearing down on top of her. Tristana cackled and wedged her legs in between the larger woman's, spreading their thighs apart and leaving the human even more vulnerable. Planting her palms on either side of her waist, the commando pummeled Katarina's sex relentlessly. To anyone watching, it would have to have looked ridiculous, a girl half her size bouncing off her ass, sinking an oversized cock deep into her cunt with a dirty squish. Tristana's little blue behind flexed each time she rammed her length down that slick, warm tunnel, moaning lewdly and drooling onto the captive killer's back. Body jumping up and down like a frog, she relished the human's sweet love canal, the way it squeezed her shaft so tightly. Katarina's insides were so soft and sticky, her internal muscles trying to milk the yordle's girth each time it kissed her cervix. Her tussled, snowy hair was looking even more dishevelled than usual, and her sapphire skin gleamed with sweat, little droplets rolling down her spine and sliding between her chiseled little butt cheeks. Katarina wasn't really in any better shape. Her hair was once again a tangled mess, her smooth skin marred by pockets of dirt. Her tongue lolled from her lips, mouth agape with constant cries of ecstasy. She was too weak to keep trying to fight it off, so instead she just tried to forget about her humiliation, about how she was being nailed by some pintsized pipsqueak, and just focus on how gooood it felt getting stuffed by the small woman's not-so-small pole. She was on the verge of creaming herself with each downward thrust, a mix of fluids spilling from her overflowing honeypot. The yordle could already feel her orgasm approaching. Not wanting to waste a drop, she swept her hands down Katarina's sides, lifting her hips up higher into the air. Arching her back, she angled her hips down and slammed in hard, angling for maximum penetration. With a girlish moan, her tip battered Kat's womb, spurting thick globs of precum straight into it. Tristana was upset this was going to be over so soon. She didn't get to really go all out very often. The halfpint wasn't used to being able to just sink her entire pole into someone so easily. Her own kind usually required a ton of work and preparation, and even then she'd be making their bellies bulge long before she ever got all the way in. But Katarina was taking every single inch with practiced ease. Stretching out, Tristana couldn't resist reaching around to give those luscious, gigantic melons a squeeze. Grinning happily at the soft, malleable flesh, she bucked and hammered away, pounding Katarina like a jack rabbit. "Nnngh! You're tighter than I figured..." Bobbing her hips up and down, Tristana's balls were swinging back and forth in time with her thrusts, while wispy white pubic hairs tickled Katarina's backside. "You should seriously consider trying a new career in a whorehouse. You'd get so much business whenever the Megling Commandoes are on leave! Better than giving it away for free I bet. Just think of all the awesome titty fucks I bet you could give!" Katarina let out an anguished cry. Was that really what lay await in her future? Her body was ruined, she couldn't fight off Shyvana, couldn't dissuade her own sister, and now she couldn't even stop a yordle from taking advantage of her. What business did she have on the battlefield? And she couldn't deny that this felt so great... Having her pussy filled again and again, her body wracked by orgasm after orgasm... And all that was stopping her was... No! She had dignity, pride. A family name to live up to. She couldn't just let herself be used like this, she wouldn't allow herself to become some cum dumpster for any freak with a big dick, she wouldn't...! "Aaahn! Here it coooomes!" "Wha?" Katatina was jolted from her thoughts by a loud groan. Tristana's shaft swelled even larger inside of her, growing thicker as her sac pulled tight against her body. Screwing her eyes shut, the yordle buried her full length inside the human and exploded, filling her womb with a fresh load of cum. "Fuck!" *********************************************** With a deafening roar, the dragon opened it's maw wide and let loose a gout of flame. Screaming in panic, the sorceress just narrowly managed to avoid it, using her magic to teleport a few feet away. Master Yi was not nearly so lucky, the fire engulfing him as well as everything else in front of the monster. Screaming hysterically, the wuju master threw himself to the ground, rolling around in the dirt to put out the fire. The poorly-secured swords strapped to his shins clattered together and sliced into his legs, only adding to his pain. "%&#*! @&%*#$^!¡!" "Master Yi! That is not appropriate language!" Cho'Gath's booming voice rang clear, even over the dragon's bestial din. Non-chalantly, he took a few deep puffs from pipe, taking his sweet time to empty the ash from it, before just tossing the whole thing aside and charging into the fray. "Have at you, vile cur!" Swiping at the draconic fiend with demonic claws. The dragon howled in pain, then returned the favour, swinging it's massive arm in a wide arc, throwing Cho'Gath back and even catching Yi as well in its huge radius. "Watch the fucking cleave you idiots!" LeBlanc screamed. Bringing her staff to bear, she let loose another blast of energy from it, even larger than the one before. To her dismay, it had far less effect against the dragon than it had on the golem. Turning its attention to her, the reptilian beast screeched and another torrent of fire erupted from its maw. With practiced precision and surprising speed, the sorceress fired another blast the moment the beast opened its mouth, infused with all the arcane energy she could muster, following it up with her teleportation spell. She managed to flee the flames, returning to her previous position just as the heat was singing the ends of her hair. The second attack left the dragon reeling. Aimed straight into it's mouth, the monstrous growls and hisses died in the beast's throat. It thrashed and flailed, turning in her direction to bellow and roar. Only no sound came from it. The magical silence alone was a boon to the witch, a brief respite in which she could finally hear herself think without distraction. It also confused the dragon for long enough that the sorceress was able to strike it again. Any second now, she expected it to turn tail and run, or preferably die, from her magical barrage. There was, afterall, very few who could survive more than a couple blasts of her sorcery. Much to LeBlanc's dismay however, the dragon was quickly proving itself to be one of those few. It shrugged off her latest attack and charged forward, leaving a trail of fire burning in its wake. The mage panicked. Her teleportation spell was taxing to use, and she could only do it so many times before she had to stop and rest. With the dragon barreling towards her, she threw herself out of its path, rolling through the dirt as the ground behind was charred, the plantlife blackening and turning to ash. "What are you two waiting for?!" She screamed. Her companions were just picking themselves up, ready to throw themselves back into the fray. They stood behind the dragon as it turned on LeBlanc once again. "Watch the tail!" She cried, but too late. The behemoth turned to face the witch, its tail swinging in a wide arc behind it and tossing Cho'Gath into Yi, the towering lummox screeching as it fell upon the martial artist's blades, while Yi was crushed beneath his weight. LeBlanc dragged her palm down her visage, fingers curled and yanking on a few dangling locks of hair in frustration. "Oh my God, you stupid scrubs." With no choice in the matter, LeBlanc turned and fled further into the forest. Roaring in silence, the dragon gave chase, following her as she led it deeper down the wooded path. Though they were slow to disentangle their limbs from one another, clumsily stumbling over each other, Cho'Gath and Yi took off in pursuit as well. Ducking and weaving into every set of bushes along the path, LeBlanc led the dragon on a wild chase, trying to slow it down and evade its line of sight whenever she could. Risking a glance back over her shoulder. Cho'Gath was far, far behind. He slowly lumbered along, his lanky limbs encumbered by his own tuxedo, stretched so taut around his frame that it was constricting his movements. To her surprise, Master Yi was gaining ground quickly, moving so swiftly that she wondered if there was some truth to her earlier assertion about him strapping weaponry to his shins. Then, just as he had caught up to them, the lunatic ground to a halt, gripped his massive sword tightly in both hands, and started jerking it up and down, conjuring crude images of the swordsman jacking off. LeBlanc groaned. Nothing was worth this. Life wasn't worth this. She might as well just throw herself into the jaws of the dragon now and save herself some misery. Pushing herself harder, she lured the dragon onwards with one last idea, a way she could salvage this whole fiasco. Why was everyone on her team so useless? And where the hell was Katarina when she needed her? *********************************************** "Ooooh, that was a big one!" Pulling out of Kat's sloppy, wet tunnel, Tristana grinned as her syrupy cum oozed from her flooded sex. Gooey, off-white semen practically gushed from her cunt, the yordle having pumped wad after wad of spunk straight into her womb, replacing the serpent's loads with her own. Her balls were feeling lighter already. Resting on her knees, the sweaty yordle paused to catch her breath, her softening pole still spitting out a few more globs of cum to plaster the human's skin. Katarina sobbed. Yet another fresh load of sperm pumped directly into her womb. At least she didn't have quite as much cause for concern this time. Whoever heard of a yordle breeding with a human? Unlike half-humans like Shyvana and Cassie, they were two completely different species, so no chance of getting pregnant, assuming she wasn't already... She hoped. With a happy sigh, Tristana could feel some of her energy returning slowly. She knew she should be getting back to the fight, buuuut... Rolling the heavy-chested human onto her back, Tristana hopped onto her belly, straddling her. She couldn't just let Katarina go with such luscious titties still unmolested. There was still so much booby to squeeze and knead! Panting from exhaustion, the human glared at her miserably. The skin around her bosom was a little bruised looking, probably from Cassiopeia's exuberant massage, and there was mud caked here and there, but still, the red-headed assassin's chest was the most enticing thing Tristana had ever seen. "Get off of me you little freak!" Katarina screamed, lifting her shaky arms to smack Tristana away. The yordle ducked, shoving her face into Kat's cleavage to shield it, while her tiny hands grabbed at her protruding nipples, using them like handlebars to avoid being thrown off. Katarina bucked, the poison that coursed through her left each nipple feeling as sensitive as her clitoris, while the yordle clung to them, yanking on them as she thrashed about. Finally getting a grip on Tristana, she grabbed a fistful of white hair and pulled hard. "Aagh, you bitch!" Tristana screamed, digging her nails into taut flesh to avoid being peeled off. Both women pulled and wrestled, elbowing each other in the face and ribs in a sudden frenzy. Despite her suddenly renewed struggles, Katarina was quickly forced to concede, screaming in pain and releasing her grip. The pain in her chest was magnified too much. 'Damnit sis,' she cursed to herself, 'you've fucked me in more ways than one.' "Stop! God, stop!" "Really?" Tristana said incredulously. "One little titty twister and you're crying uncle already? You really are a lousy fighter." Rearing back, she gave one of Kat's breasts a sharp slap, making her squeal again from the stinging pain. With an impish grin, she repeated her strike, smacking the human's chest and watching her breasts jiggle and shake, each slap ringing louder. A small, red handprint was just taking shape along the assassin's melon when the yordle's strike took on a weird, wet smacking sound. Pausing her torture, Tristana lifted her palm slowly, a runny, violet fluid dripping from it. Upon closer inspection, she could see it dribbling from Katarina's engorged nipple. "Oh my God, are you leaking milk?" "What?!" Katarina lifted her head to look, but she could barely even see over her own massive, wobbling bust, the combined weight of her chest and the yordle keeping her from sitting upright. Tristana gave Kat's nipple a playful flick, watching a spattering of purple 'milk' go flying. "Hahaha, you are! That's awesome!" She pinched her captives nipples with both hands, tugging on them more lightly. Gently, she rolled the two delicate nubs between her thumb and forefinger, stroking them like a pair of teeny tiny cocks and laughing as more lilac-coloured cream oozed from the tips. "Man, I bet you could feed all of Bandle City with these things." Propping herself up on her elbows, Katarina finally got enough leverage to look up over the swell of her breasts, and was disturbed by the sight. Just what the hell had Cassie done to her?! Still smirking, Tristana guided one of Kat's swollen teats to her mouth, much to the assassin's disgust. Her big mouth sealing shut around it, she slurped and sucked noisily to get a taste. She moaned softly around it, her wide, flat tongue dragging across the red-head's tit. Her milk tasted kinda... Funny. Sweet, almost too much so. Katarina watched her with a revolted look. It was sickening. Didn't she realize how wrong it was? But then... Tristana had already made her realize her knowledge on yordles was lacking, was it possible the yordle didn't know enough about humans to realize milk wasn't supposed to be purple? Tristana kept up her hungry slurping, filling her mouth with Katarina's cream and sucking it down. "Mnnn..." Suckling loudly, she pulled her head back, her vacuuming maw pulling Katarina's nipple with it until at last it sprung free with a wet pop, 'milk' trickling down the yordle's chin. "Eh, not the best, but it'll do in a pinch." The small hermaphrodite licked her lips hungrily, her tongue feeling strangely numb for some reason. She wasted little time in going for the other one, her greedy hands still molesting every inch of breast fat they could reach while she drank her fill. The larger woman moaned loudly. This was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. She'd had her breasts massaged before, both gingerly and with savage abandon, her nipples played with and suckled, but never felt what it was like to truly nurse someone before. And the feelings were intensified so much! Like sweet release, her breasts were being drained of all that excess poison, her nerves teased and lit up with pleasure. Gripping the back of Tristana's head, she ran her fingers through tangled white locks, squirming as the childish creature drank her fill. All the while, the ravenous halfpint ground her body against Kat's belly, her pole smearing spent cum all over her. The envenomed cream she was guzzling down filled her belly with warmth and a wonderful tingling sensation all over. Before long, the yordle was ready to go again and whining with need. Sitting up straight, Tristana rolled those luscious melons between her hands, spreading them apart then slapping them back together. Now that Katarina seemed to have finally settled down, it was time for what she'd been wanting ever since she spied the busty beauty through that sight ward. She shifted her hips forward, cock flexing as she guided it in between those milk-laden pillows, sighing happily as her thick shaft was engulfed. They were so soft, like big, creamy marshmallows. She squealed and mashed those hefty jugs together tight, trapping her length between Kat's cavernous cleavage. Purple veins bulged along the side of her blue cock as it stiffened again, swelling with blood and spurting leftover semen into the crevice. Pressing her hands atop Tristana's, her palms completely covering the yordle's grabby paws, Katarina moaned and helped her squeeze harder, taking pleasure from skin contact with her bloated bosom. She didn't know which she should be more humiliated by, that she was helping her rapist violate her breasts, or that she was feeling less violated in the first place now that Tristana WAS using her chest. The pipsqueak hunched over Katarina's love pillows, squinting and humping away excitedly. Her tongue was hanging out, letting her spit dribble down her chin and drip down onto the killer's mammaries. It slowly oozed into her cleavage, mixing with precum and milk to make a sticky, slimy mess. It disgusted Kat, but for Tristana, it just made for some kinky lube as she rutted her chest, pumping her shaft between those marvelous mounds. God, she wanted to cum so badly, to splatter her load all over the assassin's chest and hose her bouncing breasts down with her seed, but at the same time, she never wanted this to end, to keep slapping those tits together around her cock again and again. Silently, Tristana wondered if her fellows would let her take Katarina as a prisoner when this battle was all said and done, provided she shared of course. Katarina grunted, the yordle's eager thrusts getting harder and faster, little hips slamming against her soft cushions. Breast flesh rippled with each hard smack, pressed together even tighter around the yordle's cock than her cunt muscles had been. The exuberant pounding was sure to leave the red-head with some fresh bruises, but Katarina was just happy her sore insides were getting a break. Each rough thrust was bouncing her breasts, her body rocked by their pendulous weight. It felt like a pair of water balloons rolling back and forth across her chest, slapping together with the wet smacking of skin on skin. She could feel the yordle's cock wedged between them, sliding through a slimy mixture of bodily fluids, rubbing against her tender skin. Since Katarina had become so cooperative, Tristana moved her tiny hands to her nipples, happy to play with her swollen teats, tweaking them til she heard the girl squeal. She was content to let the fiery haired woman work to keep her bountiful breasts steady while she simply savoured the heavenly feeling of them wrapped around her shaft. Her legs were so short and Kat's breasts so large that the yordle found herself standing overtop of her for better leverage as she jammed her slick rod between them. Rolling Kat's nipples between her fingers, she tugged on them, seeing how far they stretched and giggling at the large, pink areolas pulled taut with them. The once tiny nubs had swollen with the rest of her chest, still dribbling milk with every pull. She flicked at the human's nipples with short fingers, rubbing at them with her index fingers and pressing against them, pushing into Katarina's ballooned tit. She was just being playful, toying with the sensitive nub, when her finger was engulfed in sudden slippery warmth, her ears perking at the lewd squish it made. Katarina laid her head back, still moaning whorishly. This was new. It felt like something was pressed right into her enthused nerves, rubbing against them and tormenting her with pleasure. Tristana ceased her jerky thrusts just as she was nearing her peak once again, stopping to stare in awe. Her finger had slipped right inside the fiery-maned woman's teat, surrounded by breast fat and oozing milk. Exploratively wiggling her finger back and forth, she had to hold on as Katarina bucked beneath her, wracked by such ecstasy that she nearly came. Her engorged nipple made the most perverted squish, it sent a shiver down Tristana's back and brought a light smile to her face. "Wow, I knew you had huge tits, but... Really!?" Tristana exclaimed gleefully. Pulling her hands back, Katarina's nipples seemed to tug on her fingers, sucking on them and resisting her attempt to pull out. The yordle let them reach as far as they'd go before they snapped back with a wet slurp. Bringing a liberated finger to her lips, the short blue creature sucked it clean, moaning at the taste of the violet fluid dripping from it. "Daaamn, that's hot..." The yordle stared longingly at Katarina's breasts, her dirty head filling with lewd ideas already. Katarina was a spasming, quivering wreck. Her eyes rolling up into her skull, it was taking all her willpower not to start drooling all over herself. Damn that poison! Her chest was more sensitive than her cunt, and that little freak was looking at them like that's exactly what they were. Her sapphire eyes went wide. "No, wait, you're not going to..." Tristana smirked wickedly, leaning all of her weight against Kat's left breast, trying to climb overtop of it. It jiggled like crazy, and was hard to stay balanced on, especially once Katarina started trying to grab at her and throw her off, but the yordle would not be deterred. She pressed one index finger into Kat's nipple again, weakening her instantly as she was jolted by the wonderful sensation. Dipping her finger in and out, the yordle worked her tit like a virgin pussy, fingering it gently and stirring up her cream until it was leaking copiously from her teat. Soon, she added a second finger, seeing just how wide she could open the small little hole. Burying her digits up to the knuckle with a wet 'schluck', Tristana spread them apart until she could see right inside of Kat's milky opening. Gasping for air, Katarina looked up at her captor in fear. This couldn't be happening, no no no! Her hands were trembling and she tried to swat the yordle's paws away, but Tristana just gave her other nipple a sharp twist to settle her down with a pained squeal. Her wrinkled, blue balls mashed up against Kat's breast, the short woman let her length glide across her skin, leaving a trail of slime in its wake. To Katarina's horror, she could feel the purple tip bumping up against her nipple... Pressing against it... Her breathing hastened and she shook her head. "No, stop, that's not supposed to go theeeeeaaaaaarrree!" Katarina screamed as Tristana lined herself up and thrust, sinking a few inches of her thick yordle cock right into her breast. "Oooohh, fuck!" Tristana moaned loudly, wrapping her arms around her new sex-pillow and grabbing handfuls to steady herself. Her shaft throbbed, gripped tightly within Kat's bosom, muscle and fat closing around it and giving her blue pole a good squeeze. It was hot inside and even wetter than her pussy had been. It was too much to resist. Shifting her hips and angling for an even deeper thrust, the yordle speared the woman's massive breast, sinking every inch of her fleshy pillar into her enormous boob and smacking her hips against it. She felt the way it jiggled from the impact, like trying to screw a waterbed, but oh god was it ever a snug fit. "This... This is awesome!" She squeaked, bouncing off her target and slamming into it again. "Fuck... Stop! Get off... Please!" Katarina pleaded, the yordle pounding away at her chest without pause. Her breasts were so large that Tristana was sinking her entire prick balls deep inside of her, and not even reaching halfway through. But the added weight and the repeated beating against her chest was making it hard to breathe. It didn't help that each thrust into her breast was knocking the wind out of her lungs, making her scream with more pleasure than her sex had received all day. Her honeypot was gushing, oozing cum that was both hers and others, and she couldn't keep her fingers away from it. Her chest felt so freaking fantastic, and the pleasure was spreading throughout her whole body. Even while she was begging her assailant to stop, she was burying three fingers into her snatch and grabbing at her free breast with her other hand, trying to hold it steady and massage it roughly at the same time. Her legs twisting and spreading apart, toes curling as she eagerly fingered herself. Tristana was oblivious to her pleasure. Not that she was opposed to it, but she was just a bit preoccupied with the wonderful sensations gripping her manly bits. Her infinitely smaller bust pressed flat against Kat's breast as she mashed her entire body up against it, grinding against her soft, smooth skin while mercilessly pounding away at her nipple cunt. Hips jumping up and down while flexing her small bottom, the yordle had to struggle to stay balanced atop Kat's breast as it flopped about with each savage thrust. Her small, calloused fingers gripping wherever she could for support, she drove herself balls deep, unhindered. Shlick. Shlick. Shluck. Katarina's ears burned with each squish her lewd nipple made on penetration. Her cheeks were flushed with humiliation. This little bitch was using her breast as a cocksleeve. Somehow, that felt even more degrading than everything else that had happened to her today, the knowledge that her body was nothing but a set of holes to stuff... And she was getting off on it! She couldn't deny how good it felt, trying to stuff her entire hand into her gooey, oozing slit while her breast was pumped and stuffed with dick. 'What's happening to me? What did they do to me?' Her thoughts raced, thinking back to the marathom rape session with Shyvana and the toxins Cassiopeia had pumped into her veins, that vile poison that even now was gushing from her nipple, practically squirting out from around the yordle's cock each time she stuffed it in. "This... Aaah! This is... Mnn... The best titfuck... Nngh! ...I've ever had!" Tristana cried out, In between moans and short, quick thrusts. Her face a mask of joy, she kept hammering away, trying to make this second orgasm count. Having cum already, she could last longer than before, but she'd already been teasing herself close to the edge before she'd started humping Kat's creamy milkhole. Swollen blue testicles were pulling higher into her body as they smacked and rebounded off Kat's skin, and she could feel her stomach knotting. This was going to be a big one. The yordle's shaft thickened and throbbed, the veins running down the length of it bulging in preparation for the oncoming load. The yordle's mind was filled with fantasies, though to Katarina they were nightmares, of inflating her breasts even more, filling them with cum until they were so big and full that the human couldn't even move at all beneath their gigantic weight. That thought was all it took to push Tristana over the edge. Her urethra expanding, the large cumvein lining the underside of her shaft bloated with her coming orgasm. Tristana grunted, her balls aching as the first wad of cum struggled to shoot out. It almost felt like something was blocking the way. Katarina's insides were squeezing her so tightly, it was cutting off the flow of her semen. Not to be deterred, the yordle thrust harder, smacking her hips against Kat's breast flesh, making it jiggle until it relaxed enough to let her empty her nuts inside of it. With a triumphant cry, the small woman hilted herself and let loose a torrent of spunk, her sac shrinking as she unloaded her pent up jism... And then quickly reinflating again. Katarina screamed, venting her frustration and shame. Her senses completely overloaded, she spasmed and thrashed, twisting about as she brought herself to orgasm simultaneously, rubbing her palm against her clit. She grit her teeth, trying not to moan too much, to give Tristana the satisfaction, but it was a fruitless endeavour. The yordle's cum was filling her mammary gland, sloshing inside of her. Tristana grunted in discomfort. This was less than the mind-blowing orgasm she'd been expecting. Her length tingled, becoming overly sensitive from cumming, and yet her testicles still ached like she had a bad case of blue balls. Wincing uncomfortably, she pulled out of Kat's nipple, her spent member going limp and slipping free with a loud schlooorp. Breathing a sigh, she fell backwards onto her butt to take a breather. With the yordle's cock removed from her chest, Katarina groaned soflty, feeling as though a great weight had been lifted off of her. A huge weight actually. She felt lighter than before, empty, even though her breast was full of Tristana's cum. Whiteish jizz dribbled from her sore, gaping nipple and ran down her body in rivers. Propping herself up on her elbows, Katarina stared at her defiled breast with a grimace. But... Was it just her, or did her breast seem... Smaller? She brushed a hand across her delicate skin, and there was no tingling jolt, no spastic feelings of warmth coursing through her. It wasn't as overly sensitive anymore. Sapphire eyes lighting up with excitement, she moved to sit up... Only to struggle against the weight bearing down on her. Rolling onto her side, she pushed herself to her knees, straining against the weight of her own bust. Her sagging bosom hung down, breasts clapping together, but now she could see a more direct comparison. Her right was still as massive as before, hanging so low it rested on the ground, but the left had shrunk noticeably. It was still freakishly huge and leaking a milky violet mix of cum and poison, but it was definitely smaller, and getting even smaller still. Before her very eyes she could see it deflating as more and more of its contents leaked out. Katarina just gaped in confusion at her lopsided chest, wondering how... She turned her head to glance at the yordle, wondering what unfortunate aftereffect her latest partner had left her with, and almost laughed. The yordle was resting there on the ground, propped up against the nearest rock and panting heavily from exhaustion. She had her head tilted back and eyes shut as she relaxed for a moment. Afterall, it wasn't like Katarina was in any shape to fight back at the moment. She was completely unaware of the effect she'd had on the human, or more precisely, the effect that the larger woman had had on her. Even though it had gone completely soft, the short herm's cock hadn't shrunk at all. It was still just as big as before, just a lot floppier. Globs of cum, tinted a bright violet hue, were oozing from her urethra. Katarina grinned, a plan forming in her devious mind. For the first time all day, it seemed like things were finally working out in her favour. *********************************************** God, it felt like her lungs were on fire. LeBlanc was heaving, each breath a struggle. She'd never had to run so hard in her entire life. Everytime she pumped her thighs, it felt like they were gonna fall off. Her stomach was cramping, and she felt disgusting. Every inch of her body was slick with sweat, making her hair cling to her face. She was regretting wearing such revealing clothes afterall, the frequent brush that she was fleeing through left her porcelain skin covered in scratches and dirt. The dragon was always just a step or two behind her, moving much faster than anything that large should have been able to. Once, LeBlanc had attempted to stop the beast by binding it in magically conjured ethereal chains, but it had deftly evaded them with it's greater speed. Worse, the brief moment it had taken her to aim her spell was all it took for the reptile to catch up to her, and only timely use of her teleportation spell had saved her, distorting reality and letting her leap several paces ahead. She hadn't tried that again. Rounding a bend in the path she was following between the trees, LeBlanc stumbled and came to a stop. Here, the trees were so thick and thinly spread that they practically formed a wall around a small clearing, and the corpses of some nearby woodland critters, mauled and bloody, was a sign that some wolves had claimed this area for use as their den. Just perfect. Hesitant to go any further, LeBlanc turned to face her relentless adversary, who approached her slowly, wary of any tricks. Her silence spell had since worn off, and as it stood in front of her, its jaws just inches from her face, it let out a deafening roar. To her credit, the sorceress stood her ground, readying her staff. Just behind the dragon she could see Yi had caught up to them once again, while Cho'Gath was still so far back that he was out of sight. Behind her, blue-furred wolves were emerging from every corner of their den. The beasts were smart enough to avoid difficult prey like the champions who frequented the woods during their many battles, though they were still prepared to defend their home should any of them provoke an attack. Trapped between a dragon, an idiot, and a pack of hungry wolves, LeBlanc sighed. "Alright ugly, you want me? Come get me!" The witch stretched her arms out to the sides, inviting an attack. The dragon looked ready to drown her in flames, but paused. Perhaps the creature was smarter than it looked, LeBlanc thought to herself. She had hoped she could provoke it into engaging the wolves to use as a distraction, but it appeared it was too smart. If that meant it wouldn't fight to its full ability though, then maybe they stood a chance. LeBlanc backstepped deftly, narrowing avoiding its massive claws as the beast took a swipe at her face, a few strands of hair falling to the forest floor. Growling deeply, the monster advanced upon her, the witch assaulting it with more magic to stall its approach. Taking the opportunity, the swordsman launched himself at the dragon from behind, carefully avoiding its tail this time as he set himself to hacking away at its ankles. Damned idiot, LeBlanc cursed. If the dragon turned in his direction, it was free to attack without risk of angering the wolf pack. "Yi! Run to the centre!" She shouted out, motioning for him to move closer. Trying to hold the dragon's attention, she had to resort to loosing considerably weaker shots of energy, her staff needing time to recharge before she could unleash another larger assault. The smaller, violet bursts were little more than bug bites to the beast though, its large scales shielding it like armour. Uncertain if the swordsman even understood english, she was relieved when he moved away from the monster's rear, diving between its legs and hacking away at it as he moved closer to her. Too close. Way too close! LeBlanc shrieked as he was running right up next to her, putting them both in range of one swing of the dragon's gangly arms. "Whatever the fuck you do, don't stand next to me!" The dragon growled and took a swipe at them both, carving bloody gouges in Yi's equipment. LeBlanc fared better... Kind of. Tumbling backwards in a clumsy attempt to avoid being sliced to ribbons, the dragon's claws caught on her flimsy spandex, shredding it. A bit of colour flushed her pale cheeks as she wrapped her cloak tight around herself to try and hide her exposed skin as the rest of her flimsy outfit fell away in tatters. The dragon paused its attack, gazing at LeBlanc with what the witch swore was... Lust? The corners of it's muzzle curled upwards in a bestial sneer as she sought to hide her nudity. Before she could think too much about it, she was distracted by a pained grunt off to her side. Master Yi was down on one knee and clutching at his bloody abdomen. His breathing was laboured and a trickle of blood spilled from his lips. LeBlanc almost felt pity for the pathetic man. Almost. He glanced her way, and she could see her alluring curves and buxom chest, barely concealed by her cape, reflecting in all seven of his lenses. Ignoring his grievous wounds, the swordsman gripped his blade by the hilt and began jerking it furiously, licking his lips as he drank in the sight of her nude form. "Augh! You're disgusting!" LeBlanc screamed, covering her breasts with both arms. Yi just kept frantically stroking his weapon and babbling. "□□□□□□ □□□□□ □□□□□□□ □□□□." "Oh come on! That's not even language!" She screamed. Hopping up, Master Yi continued to shake and bob his sword. The blood had already stopped gushing from his wounds, and he seemed completely fine, though now LeBlanc was wishing the damage had been fatal. Feeling rejuvenated, the deranged psycho charged at the dragon, running around it in circles while flailing his weapon. Its attention focused on admiring the sly beauty cowering before it, the draconian monster didn't notice until it felt the blade biting into its legs and drawing blood. It screeched and whirled around, trying to catch the speedy little gnat, but Yi was too quick, evading its claws to continue striking at it. Its short, bloody legs too hurt to support it, the dragon fell onto all fours, swatting at Yi with a wing. The swordsman sliced right through the membrane, leaving the beast to howl, then ran towards its lowered head, the corners of its maw already glowing with the fire it was prepared to spew in his direction. LeBlanc waved her arms in a frenzy, trying to get his attention. "Yi, do not... Go away from the head Yi, go away!" Yi ran a few more steps and made an abrupt, sharp left turn, moving just in time to avoid the dragon's fiery breath. LeBlanc breathed a sigh of relief. Her relief quickly turned to confusion however, staring bewildered as he just kept on running, charging off into the distance, until he completely vanished off into the trees. The dragon and LeBlanc both just watched him leave, turning to each other with the same amazed looks on their faces. But the witch's expression soon turned to one of fear as the dragon's took on a leacherous tone. The mage crawled backwards, trying to put as much distance between herself and the dragon as possible. Behind her, she could hear the growls and barks of angry wolves gathering, growing tense as the intruders grew closer to their den. The words for another Distortion spell resting on the sorceress's tongue, she was just waiting for the right moment... "Ah-ha!" That echoing, screeching voice that LeBlanc hated so very much boomed from somewhere nearby. The very earth beneath them seemed to rumble and shake with such ferocity that it kicked dust and small stones up into the air. The sorceress almost mistook it for an earthquake, but it was far from any natural occurence. Even the dragon had to fight to keep itself steady. As suddenly as the quake began, it stopped, and when it did, the ground ruptured and split open. Massive pillars of bone erupted from the fissures, each shaped into towering spikes honed as sharp as the tip of a spear. The spikes stabbed into the dragon and many of the wolves with so much force that it launched them skywards. Suspiciously enough, not a single one of the earthborn lances came anywhere close to striking LeBlanc. Returning to the earth, the spiked towers disappeared, the fissues sealing shut behind them. A series of thuds, growls, and whimpers followed as the various creatures thrown into the sky crashed back down to earth. "WHO THE FUCK DID THAT?!" LeBlanc shrieked louder than she'd ever screamed in her entire life. Finally arriving late to the party, Cho'Gath stumbled into the wolf's den, looking downright proud of himself. "CHO'GATH, WHAT THE FUCK?!" The demon looked aghast, holding its talons over its heart... Possibly? Who knew where his internal organs were. "I beg your pardon?" The wolves who survived were recovering quickly from Cho'Gath's assault. Blue fur slicked with blood, they bared fangs and howled with fury, keeping their eyes trained on him. Being the only one unharmed by the attack, the animals were intelligent enough to identify her as the demon's ally, and they advanced on her as well. The witch found herself surrounded by the feral beasts near instantly. Their ears flattened against their skulls and heckles raised, spittle sprayed from their frothing mouths when they growled. "Oh God, so many wolves..." She muttered, looking around for a way out. Seeing no recourse, she fled again, teleporting outside the ring of wolves and running as fast as her legs still had the energy to carry her. Sparing only a cursory glance back, she shouted over her shoulder while booking it. "You handle it!" "Wot wot wot!?" Cho'Gath watched her flee with a befuddled look, the dragon charging at him before he could follow after her. Its claws dug into his sides, while massive horns battered at his skull. Fighting back with all the massive strength in his hellish frame, he hooked his bladed shoulder appendages into the draconian's wings and grabbed at its chest with his claws. "Up you go!" Hefting it into the air, Cho'Gath hurled the overgrown lizard off of him with a triumphant roar. No sooner had he tossed the reptile aside though than the wolf pack was pouncing atop his back. Sharp canines dug into the back of his neck and claws tore at his tuxedo as they sought to bring him down with sheer numbers. With an otherworldly screech, Cho'Gath battered at the smaller creatures, picking them off with talons and shoulder blades. Hurling one into the air, he threw his head back, mouth gaping open to catch it in his jaws. His terrifying teeth, each nearly as long as the wolf was tall, tore it to shreds as its blood spilled down the demon's throat. "Om nom nom nom nom!" Already incensed, the lupines did not take kindly to the voidspawned horror feasting on one of them, regrouping to attack again. A howl unlike any other suddenly silenced all the barks and growls of the pack as another wolf, three times as large and with fur a dark shade of brown stalked up from behind. Slowly encircling the intruder upon its territory, it growled fiercely, staring into Cho'Gath's fiercely glowing eyes without fear. Taking the opportunity while Cho'Gath was distracted, the dragon slowly slinked away. Amidst the confusion of battle, it vanishing into the trees, winded and growing smaller as it made its escape. Cho'Gath hardly noticed, preoccupied as he was holding back a furry attacker in each hand while the larger alpha wolf stared him down. "Well... This is just awkward." Hesitantly, the monstrous being dropped the two beasts to the ground in bloody heaps and took a bow, prostrating himself before the alpha. "We seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot. How about we start anew. Anyone care for a spot of tea?" The demonic being grinned. His gigantic maw still gaping and dripping blood, it turned what was intended as an innocent smile into an offensive, horrifying visage. The alpha wolf's muzzle wrinkled as it growled and bared its fangs right back at him. As one, all the wolves that remained pounced atop of him, the alpha leaping at the now panicking Cho'Gath's face. "Oohh no." *********************************************** "That was... Almost the best fuck I ever had." Tristana panted, the sunlight streaming through the treetops and reflecting off her sweating skin. She was still more than a little disappointed by how it had ended though. She was certain she'd just cum like a rocket, but it still felt like her load was pent-up and ready to go. "Well then, how about we go for 'the best'?" Katarina's sudden change in tone caught the yordle by surprise. With a sly, sultry smile, and a wanton look in her eyes, the assassin crawled towards her while licking her lips. Her buoyant mounds hanging low enough that they were squished flatter against the ground, she slunk towards Tristana with an air of desire around her. Tristana arched a brow and grinned. "Really? You sure changed your tune quickly. So the kinky redhead likes having her titties fucked, does she?" With a wry chuckle, the yordle gave her soft prick a slap, hefting it in one hand and flopping it about. "Sadly, I'll have to keep that in mind for next time. Looks like I'm done." Cocking an eyebrow, the little blue woman gave her pole a squeeze. It wasn't normally this big soft, was it? Quickly moving to distract her, Katarina brushed the yordle's paws away and wrapped both hands around the oversized slab of meat. She glanced up into Tristana's face, drawing her gaze away from her cock and towards the killer's sultry, ruby red lips. She smacked them together for effect, the yordle gulping at the sight of those perfect, dick-sucking lips. Katarina may have preferred the life of the trained killer over the sleazy courtesan, but that didn't mean she hadn't still picked up a few tricks of the trade from her sister. "What can I say? What girl can resist such a big, thick cock." Kat gave the swollen, purple cockhead a squeeze, her other hand lightly stroking the veiny length of the shaft. Keeping to her knees, her face practically laying in the yordle's lap, she kept her breasts pressed as flat to the ground as possible to hide their size discrepancy. With a goofy smile, Tristana nodded, savouring the soft feel of the woman's hands. "Yeaaah, it is pretty big, isn't it? Still, I think I'm spent." With a sigh, she leaned back against her hands, watching the assassin work her flaccid pole. "Mmn, let me be the judge of that." Licking her lips and giving Tristana a seductive grin, the redhead leaned forward, giving the tip of her cock a tender kiss. It took all her willpower not to wince from the bitter taste of cum mixed with Cassiopeia's poison, and she was wary of letting the taste linger for long. Still, she needed to get the little pipsqueak hard again. Angling the yordle's cock high, she slapped her tongue against the underside, trailing along the thick cumvein there, from the top to the bottom, as if trying to coax the poison clogging her urethra further down the length of it. All the way down, she could just taste more of their mixed juices. Sweat, venom, and cum, both hers and Tristana's and even a bit of Cassie's too, all lining the shaft in a slick, glistening cocktail of bodily fluids. Tristana couldn't help but admire Kat's enthusiasm for cock. Was so much nicer having a willing whore than trying to force herself upon someone. Especially one with gargantuan breasts. Despite being utterly spent, the cannoneer could feel the blood pumping back into her shaft again under Katarina's persistent licking. The way she pursed her lips against the soft, fleshy rod and suckled on her loose skin, her dainty-appearing hands working her rod and slowly reawakening it. Tristana couldn't resist moaning at the assassin's behest. Fighting back a scowl, Katarina kept up her oral assault on the yordle's member. As much as it disgusted her, she even deigned to let her lips trail lower, planting a kiss on each of Tristana's lightly furred nuts. That the yordle didn't bother to keep things neatly trimmed only added to her revulsion, but then, considering male yordles were all little furballs, she supposed that that kind of thing wasn't unusual amongst them. Even Tristana's testicles had become swollen, the assassin found, each one weighing heavily against the ground like softballs as she rolled them between her fingers and tried to fit one into her mouth, trying not to think about the way the wispy, white hairs tickled her tongue and tasted strongly of sweat. Just a bit more... She thought to herself, as she struggled to unhinge her jaw wide enough to fit one of the hefty orbs inside. Her other hand remained on the shaft, still stroking it as it hardened in her grip. Head tilted back, relishing the pleasure the human was visiting upon her, Tristana didn't see the look of disdain in her sapphire eyes. Still, as much as she may have been glaring daggers, one wouldn't be able to tell from the way her tongue was going to work. It didn't stop rolling and teasing Tristana's scrotum until it was soaked in a copious layer of spit. Squeezing one large ball into her mouth, she slurped loudly on the fuzzy nut, tugging back lightly until it slipped free with a wet pop. Its girth growing larger as it stood erect, Katarina needed both hands just to wrap around the fat pole. It was almost as thick around as the yordle's thigh, standing as tall as Shyvana's massive foot-long prick had. On the yordle's body, it looked comically misproportioned, even moreso than before. Still, the more it grew, the more the assassin fretted that Tristana might notice something out of place. For the time being she was blissfully ignorant, but Kat didn't want to risk it, not until she'd managed to drain herself of all this excess weight. Lifting her head, the noxian killer pressed her sultry lips against the yordle's fat cockhead and opened wide. The sheer size of it felt like trying to swallow an apple, but as her hair draped down around her head, the crimson tresses shielded the rest of the staff from view like a set of curtains. The yordle's cock was hard as a rock, without much chance of it growing any bigger. Still, she figured it wouldn't hurt to edge her on a bit before taking the plunge. As drool spilled from her stretched lips and she struggled just to get the fist-sized cockhead past her teeth, a pair of stubby blue hands wrapped around the back of her head. In a moment of panic and dread, Katarina realized she had neglected to take into account the yordle's desire to slake her own lust. A moment too late, as Tristana shoved her head down, forcing the blunt helmet of her pole straight to the back of Kat's throat. The assassin began gagging instantly, flailing her arms and pounding on the yordle's knees. "Nnmff! Fmmff fif ouufff!" It had been a struggle to swallow Shyvana's cock earlier, and that had nearly killed her. Tristana's was just as long now, and even wider around. It just wouldn't fit, not without tearing something vital. Though that wasn't stopping Tristana from trying. Her battering ram of a dick pummeling the inside of her mouth, trying to cram the entirety of her shaft down the woman's neck, but all she could manage was an inch or two past the head. It only took a few moments of vain struggle, teeth scratching at her knob, and Katarina sounding like she was about to retch for Tristana to abandon that idea with a disgruntled sigh. Grabbing a fistful of scarlet hair and yanking back, til she heard the sputtering woman cough and gasp for air. "Maaaan, you really suck at giving head. Is that really the most you can take?" Tristana was pouting, staring into Kat's watery eyes. To her credit, the assassin kept her focus, even as she was struggling to draw breath. Closing a fist around the now saliva-smeared purple crown, she kept squeezing the throbbing meatstick, letting a few locks of hair hang over it and cling to the veiny sides. She was trying to keep pleasure flowing through it, and attention looking away from it. "Sorry..." She wheezed, wiping a few tears away and trying to regain her composure. "Not a lot of experience." She lied, though it had been true before the day had begun. The human was quick to offer an alternative though. With a smirk that bordered on being downright evil, she crawled forward, until the weight of her heavenly bosom was pressed against Tristana's shaft. "But I still have other talents..." The snowy-haired yordle arched a brow, and Katarina quickly moved to lay the halfpint back into the dirt, until she was barely propping herself up on her elbows. Giving her oversized shaft one more generous lick, she angled it straight up. The blue-skinned girl's eyes widened, for the first time really noticing how enormous her cock had grown, but Katarina didn't give her time to think on it for more than a second. Crawling overtop her thighs, the killer hefted up her still gigantic breast and pressed its engorged nipple against Tristana's cocktip. She bit her bottom lip, feeling a familiar tingle travel down her spine from the pressure of it rubbing against her easily stimulated breast flesh. Poisoned milk was already dribbling down her skin thanks to the enthusiastic yordle's earlier attention. Lining up her oozing tit with the midget's similarly inflated dick, she held that fat fuckstick steady and simply let her breast's mammoth weight do the rest. Her face twisted into a pained grimace as she felt her nipple stretching even more, certainly more than it was ever meant to. It wasn't nearly as easy of a fit as before, but Katarina was determined to get a repeat performance, slowly letting the yordle's turgid length stuff her newest fuckhole. It was slow going, and accompanied by a wet squish every inch of the way. Some of Katarina's envenomed cream was rushing out in small rivulets and streaming down the shrimpy herm's dick. As the poison swam through her bloodstream, it was soon having a similar effect on Tristana, and the same oversensitivity afflicting Katarina was soon plaguing her as well. The yordle did not protest however. Her throbbing tool was surrounded by warmth and wetness on all sides, squeezed so snugly it was like putting on a glove. Her nerves were on fire, and it felt like she was being given a handjob from heaven itself, only a thousand times better. She tried to bite her lip and her tongue. Her fists were clenched so hard her nails were digging into her palms. She was doing everything in her power to resist... the urge... to... Katarina, her hands on either side of her breast, squeezed down on her mammary hard, and inside, all of her squishy breast fat contracted around Tristana's cock, making her scream like a banshee. "Oh Goooooood!" Squealing like a child at Christmas time, Tristana's hips were moving of their own accord, bouncing up into the air and trying to hump Katarina's lewd fuckhole. "This is the best! Fucking! Pussy! Ever!" Crying out in ecstasy and curling her toes, the yordle went wild, pumping her lower body up and down, smacking Katarina's wobbly tit hard enough to make it jiggle. Kat's own nerves were lit up like a fireworks display. Pleasant jolts coursing through her nervous system so hard, she felt like her whole body was experiencing one continuous orgasm. This could drive her insane. It would drive her insane, if she couldn't get this damned venom out of her body. She shuddered at the thought of being reduced to a sex-starved nymphomaniac. She wouldn't let it happen. As degrading as it was, letting a yordle of all things plunge its freakish dick into a place that was never meant to be penetrated, she needed this. Her eyes were glassy, her vision getting cloudy. Oh god yes, did she ever need this. Her cunt was sopping wet, how much more wonderful would it feel to stuff both holes at once? God, what was she even thinking? Kat cursed her own weakness. Her fingers were gripping her hefty mammary tightly, flesh molding to her grip as she jiggled and bounced it in Tristana's lap. The yordle's cock was stirring up her insides, putting pressure against all the fat inside of it, squeezing out venom like wringing out a sponge. Some of the toxic fluid was spilling out of her hole each time that blue cock retreated a little, but even more of it was flooding the pintsized creature's urethra. As precum bubbled out, poison flowed in. Each time Tristana's excited cock throbbed, it would contract, dragging the snake's venom further down the tube, pumped straight to her overly large gonads. Her cock and balls were inflating larger by the moment, and as they grew, Katarina's chest deflated, which only served to make her insides even tighter around the massive blue phallus. Tristana's small fists were pounding at the ground while she kept thrusting up into Kat's tight opening. The pressure was mounting. The seal Katarina's nipple was making around her member was getting tighter. Too tight. Way too tight! Where once it had been the greatest ecstasy Tristana had ever known, now it felt like somebody was fastening a cockring around her needy length. Thanks to the oversensitivity of the poison, it felt like her prick was being crushed in a vice. For Katarina, it was even worse. As her breast was drained, the intense pleasure that the venom had given her was fading away, and being replaced only by pain. Not only that, but, though her breast was still unnaturally massive, as it drew closer to its natural size, she was more at risk of something horrible, like for the yordle's gigantic dick to destroy her rips or crush her lung or something. She needed to get Tristana to cum, and fast. Gritting her teeth, the redhead reached her hands out to the base of Tristana's prick. With both hands stretched to their widest around it, she could just barely get her fingertips to meet. For the first time, she envied all the freaks she'd been meeting today. They'd probably have more experience with this than her. Using her grip to keep Tristana from thrusting all the way into her chest, she started beating off the yordle as fervently as she could, while still perched with her chest impaled on the fat tube of flesh. Tristana groaned loudly, sweat rolling off her brow. She could feel her melon sized testicles rumbling, her sperm churning around inside. "Have to cum... Need to cum... Gotta cum! Have to need to gotta blow!" Throwing her head back, the yordle cried out with pent-up need. Even as Katarina's breast was shrinking smaller, her nipple stretched wider, the pulsating organ stuffing her mammary gland forcing it open just loose enough for Tristana to get her much needed release. Violet-tinged, off-white spunk shot up through her meaty pillar, shooting so much into the human's bosom that it briefly stopped shrinking and started to swell up again. As fast as her balls emptied themselves, the torrent of venom that followed quickly filled them back up again. It flooded straight down the yordle's bulging cum-slit, the whole shaft so swollen that the hole was unable to close enough to prevent it. The moment she felt that horrible, awkward feeling of liquid filling her breast, Kat tightened her grip on Tristana's shaft. Squeezing as if it might start spurting it's poisonous payload back into her if she didn't stop it, she pulled back and away, screaming to vent all the day's frustrations as she pulled the yordle's cock free of her chest. Both women collapsed, spent and panting. Tristana onto her back and Katarina onto her side. Purple cream was oozing in large globs from the tip of the yordle's prick, while milky cum was spurting from the human's chest. Katarina felt slimy, violated, but easily a hundred pounds lighter. Propping herself up on an elbow, she felt herself up, testing her soft, pliant mounds. Her nipples still felt a little swollen, and it felt like there was something sloshing around inside, but they were back to roughly their regular size again. She wanted to leap into the air and cheer she was so relieved. Up on her feet again in no time, she looked down at the short girl. Tristana did not fare nearly as well as her. Her member had gone soft once more, and yet it was steadily growing even larger than ever. Even flaccid, it was nearly the same length and width as the yordle's torso. Her large eyes staring in shock at her mammoth prick, Tristana tried to stand, but couldn't even lift herself off her ass with the weight of two bowling balls resting on the ground between her thighs. “What... The fuck did you do to me?” She squealed, hooking one hand under her huge, floppy dick and the other beneath a massive testicle, trying to heft them off the ground. “Aww, what's wrong? I figured you'd be accustomed to carrying around a heavy sack full of balls all the time.” Katarina let herself grin. It was a truly, genuine smile, for the first time in what felt like ages. A sneer that looked downright sociopathic to the freaked out yordle. Oh, if only her daggers hadn't been lost, the assassin lamented. She'd slit Tristana's throat while she sat there immobilized. Just a quick slice across the jugular. Alas, there was no time to bludgeon the little fucker to death. Not when her teammates were likely on the way, and she was still buck naked and defenseless. Turning her back upon her former rapist, Katarina quickly tried to get her bearings. Which side of the river had Tristana dragged her to? In all the commotion, she lost track of which way the base was. What time was it even? A rustle in the bushes nearby startled the noxian and made her panic. No time to figure out which way was north-east, she had to just book it before she was caught and figure out her directions later. “Hey, wait! Where are you going!? You can't just leave me like this!” Tristana shrieked as Katarina took off. She barely even gave another glance in her direction as she sprinted off into the forest, leaving the diminutive creature behind to deal with newly acquired weight. With a bitter scowl, Katarina pushed Tristana out of her mind and slipped through the trees. She had to get away as fast as possible, but she couldn't risk getting spotted by any more sight wards either. Reluctantly, she opted to take a winding, longer route through the woods, avoiding the tall grass and brush she spotted along the way. Most sight wards were invisible, undetectable to the naked eye thanks to their magical enchantments, and it was in the bushes where they were most frequently hidden. It was only through dumb luck that she'd stumbled upon the last one. If she were to hide in the brush, she might give away her position to one and not even know it. It was a pity then, as Katarina stalked her way around the bushes, she missed seeing the spy hiding amongst them that was perfectly visible. A mechanical, silver sphere, hovering silently between the leaves. Two bands of gold lined the ball, one horizontally, the other vertically. The vertical band, bisected in two by the horizontal one, rotated around the orb's surface in opposite directions. The top half spun clockwise, while the bottom half moved in the counter direction. And set into the top half of the spinning gold trim was a single blue lens, slowly circling and watching on all sides. As Katarina ran past the brush it was hiding in, the gold bands ceased spinning, quickly moving to line up properly with one another. The lens twisted, it's glassy view zooming in on the fleeing redhead, while it extended from the ball atop a thin golden rod. With unerring focus, it watched the assassin flee, transmitting the imagery to its silent, still owner. On the receiving end of the footage, there was the whirring sound of gizmos and the clicking of gears grinding together as the ball's companion sprung into action. Its teammates watched in confusion, a chill running down their spine from the unnatural noises it made with every movement as it stalked off into the forest in the direction of its companion. From its inhuman throat came an eerily mechanical, voice. Monotonous, yet feminine. “I hear soft things.” *********************************************** Panting and out of breath, LeBlanc could run no further. In desperate need of a moment to catch her second wind, the sorceress came to a stop, leaning back against the nearest tree for support. Surely, she had eluded her pursuer by now. Between Cho'Gath and the wolves, and the judicious use of her Distortion spell, surely she had managed to outwit the dragon. Certainly, she hadn't heard its deafening roar in a while now, nor felt the ground quake beneath its generous size. Brushing a few strands of indigo hair from her face, she exhaled a deep breath and turned her head casually to look back in the direction she'd just come. Just as she suspected, no dragon in sight. Though the telltale flames of its rampage were omnipresent. Small little flickers of fire here and there, they burned the grass to cinders and licked at the bases of the trees briefly before being extinguished by the wind. Off in the distance, some poor soul looked to be completely engulfed in them. LeBlanc grinned, praying that it was Master Yi suffering for his idiocy. As she continued to watch the figure in the distance be consumed by flames, she couldn't help but notice that it was coming closer to her. And fast too. Very fast. Within moments it was close enough for her to make out the details, and the smile faded from her face instantly. A woman with ashen skin, covered in gold and scarlet plate mail reminiscent of a dragon, right down to a draconic tail trailing from the back of her horned helm, and the clawed gauntlets that resembled the ferocious beast's jaws. She wasn't on fire, she was leaving it behind in her wake, her body radiating powerful flames. The same woman that LeBlanc had gone hunting for was now hunting her, the most depraved, lecherous grin on her face that the witch had ever seen. The mage gulped loudly. Worst. Fucking. Day. Ever.

Chapter 1 - Geno-type pt. 1

            Tyler had been smashing his face against this pre-calc problem for over an hour. Quite literally, for he was face down in his text book emitting a groan somewhere between the mating call of the humpback whale and the tortured moan of the damned. At this point he would have accepted a text from anyone just to give him a diversion from the headache inducing mishmash of letters and numbers he was trying to make sense of. He was even more pleased to see that the message was from his best friend Jake.             Jake and Tyler had been friends for as long as either of them could remember. They had grown up on the same block of the same town, and had been placed together in the same day care before they were even old enough to walk. It was apparent to everyone that these two would grow to be inseparable. They had already begun to be able to communicate with each other before even being able to speak; much in the way that twins are able to.             Tyler read the few texts he had received.              “Get your gear. We are going campin”             “Now”             Admittedly, this was sudden, but Tyler did love camping, and it gave him an excuse to shirk his homework for at least one more night. It was Friday after all. He had all weekend to get it finished. He quickly ran over to his closet and grabbed his sleeping bag as well as some basic necessities, such as socks. He learned early on that you can never have too many socks on a camping trip. Whether it’s because your last pair got soaked from slogging through wet terrain or just needing to double up because of the cold, you always want extra socks.             In the span of five minutes he had already gotten his pack ready to go. At that moment Jake came charging into his room. He didn’t bother to knock, but its ok. He never did. By this point in their lives it was just sort of assumed there was no concept of privacy between the two of them.             “C’mon. C’mon. Let’s get moving!” Jake urged Tyler on.             “Slow your roll, bro. We’ve got all night.” Tyler responded while rolling his eyes. “What’s the rush, anyway?”             “There’s supposed to be a meteor shower tonight. I bet it’d look awesome from outside of town. You really can’t see anything with all the lights out here.”             “Shoulda known it was some nerd shit.” Tyler replied with a mischievous smirk.             “I might be a nerd, but at least I’m not a little twerp!” Jake responded, while russling Tyler’s short blonde hair.             Jake was quite a bit taller than Tyler, and loved to tease him about it. Tyler was fairly average, but a little on the short side at 5’5”. Jake was well above average at 6’3”. Tyler was better built, though. He was athletic, and had the muscles to prove it. He was part of just about every sports team in school; sans basketball. Tyler was also a bit of a class clown. He was quick to make a joke or sarcastic remark, and he typically had this look on his face like he was up to no good.                         Tyler on the other hand was very slim. He had little muscle definition to speak of. Nor did he have any fat on his body. His brown hair was fairly shaggy and always looked like it could benefit from someone running a brush through it. He was typically the much calmer of the two. He was often lost in thought, and liked to keep to himself. About the only person he talked to on a regular basis was Tyler. Jake was also top of his class in just about every subject; a fact that Tyler was happy to exploit.                    Within a matter of minutes they had loaded up Jake’s jeep and were on the road. Tyler just let his mom know where he was headed and was off before she could even respond. Not that she would have said anything anyway. These whirlwind trips were pretty common by now. Tyler and Jake drove for a good half hour until they reached the little hill they liked to camp out at. It was actually on a bit of property owned by one of Jake’s uncles, but there was no one around for miles to really care or bother them about being there.             Once they got there, they quickly rolled out their sleeping bags and laid back to enjoy they night. They never did bother setting up a tent. If it turns out they needed some shelter they just crashed in the jeep. They laid back and watched the stars. They talked for hours until suddenly Jake quickly cut Tyler off and said “Look! It’s starting! Make a wish!” Tyler was about to laugh at how childish Jake was being and was ready to tease him about it, but he turned to look at is friend and saw the determined look on Jake’s face. Tyler had seen this face enough to know it was no use talking to him. He was deeply focused on whatever it was he was thinking about. His pale blue eyes were intently focused on the flashes of light streaking across the sky.             Tyler chuckled to himself a little, and figured “Why not? It’s not like it’ll hurt to try, and who knows. With this many shootings stars maybe one will actually work?” But what to wish for? He thought for a minute as he stared into the shower. The choice seemed easy enough for him. He would wish for what any guy would wish for. He drifted off to sleep thinking about how nice it would be if his equipment was bigger.             Tyler was suddenly standing in an empty room. He assumed it was a room, even though he could see no walls or ceiling. Just white open space as far as the eye could see. “Ah, yes. Good. Hello. There you are. I would like to discuss with you.” Tyler could make out a distinct voice, but there was no one there.             “Ah, right. You can’t see me.” With that a man stepped into view. He appeared right in front of Tyler as if he had stepped out from behind a curtain that had been there all along, but wasn’t. He was a few inches taller than Tyler and was wearing a solid white suit complete with a white top hat. Even his skin was pale white. The only color he seemed to have was a little bit of peachy coloration in his lips and bright yellow hair with equally yellow irises. “I am not usually in the business of granting wishes and all, but I was passing through and I heard your requests. I figured, it could be fun, so what the hell.” Tyler was obviously very confused by this point, but he decided he would play along. “Sure… but who are you? What are you?”             “Oh, right. I suppose introductions are in order. Well, you see. I am just a traveler. I was enjoying watching the wave of meteorites ignite as they collided with your planet’s atmosphere. I am sure it looks wonderful from down here, but I must tell you, it is magnificent from up top.”  At this he passed for a moment and tilted his head as if he was thinking of something. “As for my name… Well, it can be a little hard for your kind to pronounce, but my name is” Then he made a sound that was very much like that of a wind chime being shaken by a heavy breeze. It was a beautiful sound, but there was no way Tyler could ever hope to duplicate it.             “Anyways, I was enjoying the show and I picked up a rather strong telepathic communication from your friend there. It was very loud and clear, especially for a human. Your species does not usually exhibit such levels. He must have been very focused on it. It is funny really. Your kind has such potential for psychic output, but you are among the few species that cannot even pick up their own signals. Well, it matters not. I was so intrigued that I came in for a closer look, and hat’s when I heard your signal too. I figured, since I am already here, and it is well within my capacity, why not make with a little mojo. Ah. It’s just like a fairy tale! This is fun!”             By this point Tyler was absolutely sure he was having one hell of a cracked out dream. He decided to throw caution to the wind and enjoy it. He extended his hand for a handshake and said “Well then, Geno. Welcome to Earth.” “Geno” extended his hand as well and regarded Tyler with a bemused expression.             He grinned as he raised an eyebrow and said “Geno? That must be some sort of title your people have for one such as me. It is a fine name, though, and it will facilitate conversation. Well then, let’s discuss your wish. All you said is that you want it bigger? We could do with more specifics, though. Do you have a size in mind? Do not worry it is an easy request to fulfill, and well within my capacity.”             Tyler still didn’t think there was anything that would actually come from this crazy dream and so he just responded “Oh, I don’t think I could decide on a size. Especially since once I do I am locked in for life, right? It’s not like we’ll ever meet again. It could always be bigger, right? That’s what bigger means.” Tyler was trying to play it cool, but even though he knew this was just a crazy dream, he still was not fully comfortable discussing wangular dynamics with some guy e had just met.             “Your logic is questionable, but acceptable. I most likely will not find my way back in these parts any time soon, and it is best to be sure it is done right, don’t you agree? So how is this, I will grant you the ability to make it grow. As big as you want.” Geno had a bit of a joking tone every time he said “it.” He noticed the way Tyler was hesititent to regard certain aspects of his physiology by name, and was greatly amused by it. Geno then reached into his front coat pocket and pulled out a small ball which appeared to be a swirling globe of glowing, golden sand. “Here we are. This is my gift to you.” He then logged it softly towards Tyler. The orb hit him squarely in the Netherlands and exploded into a poof of golden smoke. The smoke then began to permeate the front of Tyler’s jeans. Before long all of the smoke had soaked clear through to his skin and the glowing faded. He could feel his loins begin to tingle. A soothing warmth rushed through his package as the magic took hold.             “With that, I really must be going. Enjoy your gift, and try to use it well, ok?” With the he took off his hat and bowed low. He placed the top hat back on his, but instead of stopping there it continued to lower, sucking the man’s body into it as it dropped. Soon the hat touched the ground. It sat there for a brief moment, and then was whisked away by a stray breeze. The next thing Tyler knew he was waking up back at the hill he and Jake were camping at.             The rest of the weekend progressed fairly uneventfully. After Jake and Tyler woke up on Saturday morning they packed up their stuff and headed back to Tyler’s house to spend the day. Once there they just sort of hung out for the duration of day. They played some video games, watched TV, and at some point during the day Tyler had managed to convince Jake to help him with his homework; Jake’s help more or less consisted of him giving Tyler all the answers while chewing him out about needing to know this stuff for the test. Jake spent the night over at Tyler’s place and Sunday went by much the same way.             Despite the normalcy of the whole weekend, Tyler could not shake the memory of the weird dream he had had on Friday night. Nor could he take his mind of the warm tingling that was coursing through his loins. By the time Jake finally returned home on Sunday night Tyler was more than a little ready for some time alone.             He undressed and hopped into the shower. He took a long, hot, shower, while trying to think through just what had happened on Friday. The more he thought about it, the less it seemed like a dream. He could still remember everything so clearly; the white expanse, the strange man, his yellow eyes, especially his yellow eyes, and the supposed wish that had been granted. Tyler got out of the shower and dried himself off. After managing to de-fog the mirror enough to be useable, he stood there, naked, as he looked over his body.             By all accounts he was a good looking guy. He was well toned, nicely tanned, had small nose that gave him a cute boyish look to him. There was just one area where he seemed to be lacking. His eyes drifted lower as he took stock of his lackluster cock, and marginal balls. At his hardest he managed to reach about four and a half inches. Some part of his mind knew that this was considered on the lower end of average, but he always measured himself against the boasts of his classmates. Listening to all the other guys casually talk about their large dicks had made him jealous and insecure. In that moment all he wanted was to be like them. He needed just those few inches to be like all those other guys.             At that moment, he felt it. He felt a warmth spread throughout his groin. The tingling he had been feeling the whole weekend also increased to the point where it felt like the entirety of his genitalia was bristling with energy. It felt amazing. He wanted to close his eyes and just lean back and enjoy it, but he knew he needed to see what was happening. He opened his eyes and stared at himself in the mirror. His jaw dropped as he witnessed what happened.                         His dick began to lengthen a little bit and also get a bit wider. His balls began to swell up as well. They began to sag lower under their newfound weight. His cock, which previously just sort of jutted out in a downward angle, began to curve downward as its length and weight increased.                         Tyler could not believe his eyes. He could not remember a time in his life where he had been so happy. He watched as his dangly bits were much more dangly and a lot less bitty. He swayed his hips from side to side and watched as the momentum carried through his cock and balls. His junk rhythmically slapped against each thigh with an audible smack. He was positively giddy as he began to gyrate his hips in a more circular pattern. Again, his bait and tackle followed suit. It was in that very moment that he could honestly claim to have successfully executed is very first helicopter.             By this point Tyler was getting very hard, and he was giggling like a little kid who was let to run amok in fast food chain ball pit. He wanted very much to just pound one out right there in front of the mirror. To give his upgraded equipment a test run, but he knew he just had to know how big he really was. He ran into his room and dug around through his desk to find any sort of measuring utensil. At first he found a protractor, but a quick comparison proved that it would not be enough. Six inches was not big enough. He could not contain his glee. He began to dig with more enthusiasm and eventually find an old beat up wooden ruler. He leaned back with his back against the wall and placed the two sticks side by side. Just a little over seven inches.             Tyler could not believe what he was seeing. In the span of a under a minute he had gained almost three full inches. This was amazing. He could totally live with this, but a little voice in the back of his mind was telling him that there was plenty more where that came from…

Chapter 1 - The Lady of Luminosity

Author's Note: The opening scene to this story is a bit on the gory side, but there's no gore in the 'proper' sex scene if you need to skip ahead. Tags: [Futa/F] [Rape] [Excessive Cum] [Light Cum Inflation] [Violence] [Impregnation] [Long] [Blood] [Degradation] [Guro] [Pain] "Ahn~ Yaah~ Yahn~ Yeaahn~!" A svelte blonde let out a shrill moan, her voice growing louder and more nasally as she writhed in a fit of ecstasy. Sweeping her left arm up her chest, she grasped at a breast, cupping herself and squeezing while her other hand ran up her cheek and through her hair, rustling through those golden locks and turning them into a messy tangle. Her face was the very image of euphoria, eyes softly shut, plush lips parted as she cried out with every thrust. Ser Chareau could not believe his good fortune. Just earlier that day, he'd finally been granted the honour of knighthood, and already he was being treated to its perks. This luscious waif had spent the entire ceremony sending him doe eyes and flirty gestures; and no sooner had it ended and he'd been freed from the staid proceedings than she was practically throwing herself at him. She was the very epitomy of demacian beauty, a picturesque woman of grace and elegance. With high, pronounced cheekbones, she had a look of stern authority to her, and yet her skin was as pale and delicate looking as porcelain and her long hair flowed like a field of golden wheat rustling in the breeze. She had hips that belonged to the most sensual and dedicated of mothers, but with toned abs like one who could pick up a sword and fight to defend their countrymen at a moment's notice; and that chest, that luscious, bountiful bosom that could feed an entire army. To think, this gorgeous, flawless woman was straddling his lap and bouncing on his dick. Chareau was completely head over heels in love. This woman could have any knight, any noble that she wanted. She could easily have married into the Crownguard family with a pedigree like she had, maybe even royalty itself, and yet here she was with him, a lowly peasant, newly-inducted into knighthood, barely more than a squire. Were all knights treated to such heavenly ladies? Or was this truly special? Something just for him? A chance meeting with divinity itself? "Oh yes, right there, mnn~! Yeaahn~!" Leaning back, the woman braced herself with her palms on the bed, her perfect child-bearing hips rising and falling in rapid succession. Every time she bounced, it made those heavenly melons jostle atop her chest, rolling up and down. So enticing, Chareau couldn't keep himself from reaching out to grab hold of them, his calloused fingers sinking deep into those pillowy mounds, so soft and full, like they were already ripe with milk. Yet still, somehow those pliant, jiggling breasts paled in comparison to her pussy. It was so warm and wet, the walls like the softest velvet. More than that, the flesh inside moved almost... unnaturally. Like a million slick, tiny digits moving independently inside of her, stroking and massaging every inch of his shaft as it moved within. It was unlike any other woman he'd ever been inside of. Weird, but pleasant. More than that, they'd barely begun and already he felt like he was about to burst. "Come on baby, fill me up~ You know you want to, and I want it so baahhd~ Make me a mommy~" The woman's desperate plea only drove Chareau to buck his hips in time with her thrusts, crashing into her even harder. He didn't have the broad musculature of a hero like Garen, or the unsurpassed skill of arms as the crown prince's retainer. He was hardly the fittest knight, kind of scrawny even, he barely made the cut for knighthood. He wasn't especially attractive, with a face that looked like it had seen a the losing end of a few too many tavern brawls, prematurely balding. Yet still, this unbelievable beauty had chosen him. He was utterly enthralled. Maybe he could really give it to her, what she wanted. If he planted a baby in her, well, they'd be stuck together or else this ravishing beauty would be forever shamed by a child out of wedlock. She was probably even nobility. It'd be tragic, truly. He'd never let that happen though, he'd take care of her, especially if he got to have sex like this as much as he wanted. He was at the absolute peak of happiness, of bliss. And he couldn't even remember her name. What was it? Eva-something? Evaine? Evangeline? Evalyn? No matter, he'd have the rest of his life to learn it and whisper it in the throes of ecstasy. "Hnrkk!" Chareau grimaced suddenly. On the verge of orgasm, their hips collided with such force that it hurt, that brief sting staving off his peak a second longer. Her pussy tightened around his shaft, gripping it like a vice. "What's wrong baby? Don't tell me you're done already~" The woman's voice, nasally and shrill mere seconds ago, suddenly dropped a few octaves, becoming more husky, almost raspy. He gazed into her eyes, those brilliant golden pools, and saw something akin to hunger in them. No, not just hunger... it was more ravenous than that. The look of desperation that accompanied absolute starvation. "No, I- Hngh!" Chareau rolled his hips, only for his woman to drive her own down atop them with twice the force. Those countless little bumps that were stroking and massaging his shaft were pressing even harder against it, going rigid. Her insides suddenly felt less soft and inviting and instead more... hard, unyielding. "What a pity, I thought you'd last longer." With a sigh, the woman pushed herself forward, letting her heavy, swaying breasts bounce in front of his face, while her own loomed over him, a manic, toothy grin spilling drool onto his brow. Her hips were crashing into his with enough force to bruise his pelvis, her full, round ass smacking meatily against his thighs. smak Pap PLAP SHLAPP "Madam, you're-you're getting a bit rough." Chareau winced, trying to force a smile through the increasing harshness of her movements. Her pussy was drooling just as hungrily as her mouth, slick, translucent nectar spilling down over his cock and balls, making their loins wet as their skin slapped together. Shlikk Slrrch Schllp Shlukk "Mnn, but I thought a big, brave man would like it rough~" The wet sounds of the woman's pussy suckling on his shaft were getting louder. Something inside of her shifted, and it was like there was a tongue writhing around his veiny meat, swirling around the head, curling as it traced every vein, stroking over his pole and bathing it in her liquid warmth. Schlopp Shlikk Plap Shlakk "Ah~! Mi-milady, I'm trying, b-but I'm gonna- I'm gonna-!" Whatever strange mastery this woman held over her cunt muscles was beyond him. It was like a mouth and pussy both, the velvety walls and snug grip of a women's folds but with the skilled tongue of a lifelong courtesan. How she was making her muscles do that, he couldn't understand, but it drove him over the edge. He could only assume that the strange... rigidity forming in some of those bumps was a side-result of some way she was flexing. Even as the most sensitive parts of his shaft were being treated to a wet massage, other parts of her insides were stiffening further. Not just hardening, it was starting to feel... sharp. It wasn't enough to stop his orgasm though. He screwed his eyes shut and let out a strained grunt, his balls pulling taut as his seed spilled forth. Shmakk Shlukk Plap Plap Sllrch SKWILCH There was a sickening squelch, like someone squeezing a piece of overripe fruit between their fingers until it burst. Suddenly Chareau's lower body felt strangely... numb. He cracked one eye open, his gaze drawn southwards, only to see there was... an awful lot of red drenching his loins. He gasped, both eyes flying open in a panic, and catching sight of the beauty's face. Shadows had fallen over it, darkening her pale features, all save for her golden, glowing eyes. All three of them. An extra eye, vertically slanted had opened up right in the center of her forehead. Then another pair opened up to either side of it. Then another, and another. All of them, giving him that same starving look. "Oh baby, you have no idea how badly I've needed this." She spoke in a raspy, hissing voice. Her lips curled into a grin, one that went far, far too wide. She opened her maw and her cheeks split open, the skin connecting the top and bottom halves of her face stretching and thinning like frayed stitching, revealing row upon row of gnashing teeth, all of different size and shape, all sharpened to a razor's edge. They moved inside her maw, shifting back and forth like a stuttering saw-blade, curling before his eyes, hooking towards an empty void in the back of her throat. Atop her head, two nubs sprouted from her scalp, growing longer and sharper as they lengthened into horns. Chareau stared in abject horror, sweat running down his brow in sheer dread. The monstrosity lifted itself with it's knees and slammed its hips back down on him again, and he screamed, a banshee's wail of mindbending agony. She did it again, even harder this time, and she sat upright as she did so he could see. Could see the way her pussy clamped around the blood-spattered remains of his cock like a bear trap. Three more eyes opened up along her belly, each one positioned unevenly across her stomach. They blinked, out of sync with one another, then narrowed as if in a grin, a grin formed by her toothy pussy sinking its razor-bladed fangs deeper into his shaft until it burst like a balloon in a shower of blood. One last time, her hips rose up, stretching flaps of shredded skin and pulling on blood vessels, crimson gore spraying from her demonic folds like a woman squirting from her orgasm. Then she slammed back down one more time. KRAK There was a crack like splintering wood, or bone, and Chareau howled as his pelvis shattered from the force of her hips. The monster started to grind, gyrating her hips and mashing them into his crotch, grinding the muscle and bone beneath into pulp and gravel with the sound of gnashing teeth. Face growing paler than his lover's had ever been, Chareau twisted and flailed his arms in a blind panic, only for the demon to lean forward again and slam her palms into his shoulders, pinning them to the bed. Digging her fingers into them, her elegantly manicured nails extended, growing into his shoulders with another sickening crunch as they stabbed straight through the bone and into the mattress beneath him. "Come on baby, scream for me, give me something to remember you by~" She cooed, and spoke in a thousand voices at once, each one screaming into the man's ears until blood trickled out of them. Tears streaming down his cheeks, he shrieked like a baby. Already his extremities felt cold from the blood draining out of his body. His vision was going hazy, starting to see double as her head split in two before his very eyes, only for a long sinewy tongue to roll out of both maws, one splatting against his left cheek and curling under his jaw, while the other slapped the other side of his face and dragged upwards, licking the tears and sweat from his cheek before the slimy muscle brushed through his hair like a lover's gentle carress. "Yeaaahnn~ That's the good stuff~" She moaned, still grinding incessantly into his crotch, splattering more blood and gore everywhere. Hair billowing in a non-existant wind, two golden locks that draped down her back fluttered and rose up. Her hair twisted and writhed around itself, forming into a pair of lengthy pig-tails. Both of them twisting and knotting up, strands of hair spiralling around each other, the tips all coming together at the end and stiffening into a pair of golden spear tips. Those writhing tendrils of gold rustled and lifted higher, lifting up to loom over the man as he lay dying beneath his love. His last sight her countless golden eyes rolling up into the back of her skull in ecstasy before those spears plunged into him. ***************************************************** KROANCH Evelynn's teeth bit into the rigid, dense muscle of her prey's heart while clutching the severed organ in her hand like an apple. Blood spilled down her chin like juice, dripping onto her uncovered breasts, now shrunken to a more manageable, but still hand-filling, size. The crimson gore ran over her tongue and spilled down her throat, as life-sustaining as water. And just as tasteless. With a sigh, the demon turned her head and spat out a tough chunk of sinew while looking down at the crowd gathered around her latest handiwork. She was perched atop the eavestrough of the newly-knighted, newly-deceased's neighbour, letting one leg dangled over the edge while she casually munched on his heart. The rest of his remains she left behind, and now a horrified crowd had gathered like vultures to gawp at the spectacle. It wasn't every day someone slaughtered a knight of the demacian military and rent his body into pulp. Evelynn usually preyed on less attention-grabbing meals afterall. While a procession of somber faced knights and their mage-seeker investigators tried to calm the crowd and search for clues as to what happened in equal measure, Evelynn simply tossed the remnants of Chareau's heart into the rain gutter and stood up straight to stretch. For now, she had reverted to her 'default' appearance. The form she took the day she successfully seduced her first ever victim. Back then, she hadn't yet understood what made humans tick, what grabbed them and stoked their fires. Her first few clumsy attempts to imitate something they might desire had only resulted in increasingly monstrous, warped mockeries of humanity. When she finally succeeded, she'd taken on a human shape she felt would be desirable; slender, with shapely hips and a plump, inviting ass; with a bust that was sizeable yet modest, enough to fill a hand but not overwhelm. Her face was softly rounded, with plush lips that begged to be kissed, or to be used as a pair of cockpillows, and eyes that burned with a passionate intensity. Still, despite her efforts to perfectly imitate humanity, the particulars were off. Shadows danced across her skin, constantly shifting and crawling over her regardless of the lighting. The skin itself was an unnaturally pale, slightly blue-ish hue. A shock of white hair curled around her scalp and spiked upwards, like the flickering flame of a candle, with pink accents that glowed with the illumination of one. Her fingers and nails didn't have proper separation, and were just a bit too long, a bit too sharp. Her eyes glowed with a hunger she never did get the hang of hiding. And of course there were the two shadowy tendrils, her lashers, that sprouted from her spine just below the base of her neck and moved with the grace and dexterity of an extra set of arms and ended in razor blades. Frankly, even this first success was an embarassingly amateurish attempt at mimicking humanity, and she was fortunate the only reason it had worked was because her target happened to have a fetish specifically for the inhuman. Still, she couldn't deny the sense of nostalgic appeal the form had, and so it was the one she took whenever she wasn't on the hunt, when she wasn't taking on a specific appearance tailor-suited to her prey's desires. Sadly, her most recent prey was hardly worth the effort. She had hoped that the pain of a proud demacian knight would be more delicious, that the agony of someone who had the strength to fight back may have had a sweeter tang to it. Alas, his suffering was no greater than that of any of the other peasants she'd feasted on in recent days. Once, there was a time when that might have been enough for her, but she'd grown weary of the same meal day after day. Her palate was evolving, and the same taste no longer satisfied as once it might have. She needed something new, something different. Having lingered long enough around her last meal, Evelynn let her demonic horns grow free and the shadows wash over her completely, and as they did she completely vanished from view. Even if someone thought to look upon the roof now, they wouldn't see anything. Becoming one with the shadows, only one the magical gift of true sight could spot her. Someone like the mage-seekers investigating the slaughter. While she could kill them if she needed to, she'd learned long ago it was better simply to avoid them. And so she slinked off across the rooftops, creeping silently across shingles and hopping from home to home. She had no particular destination in mind as she made her way through the city-state of Demacia. Leaping across gaps between roofs with ease, occasionally leaping onto a wall and sinking her claws into it, using her sharpened talons and lashers both like pinions to scale even the starkest and smoothest of stones. The little cracks and grooves her bladed nails left behind were the only evidence of her passing, and so high up, they were like to go unnoticed. She was still hungry. Even though she'd only just ate, she was still hungry. She was always hungry. It was their pain that sustained her, the agony of all those delicious little morsels she preyed upon, but it was always gone too soon. Too soon. Without their pain to feed on, her world felt as though it was a bleak, monotone void, bereft of colour, of emotion, of sensation, so dull that she might slip into a coma at any moment. But when they screamed in pain, when they writhed in unendurable agony, then the world felt bright and colourful, it became awash in life and sensation, and pleasure. Pleasure the likes of which Evelynn could no longer stand to live without. Alas, there was simply never enough. Never enough pain. It had been easy at the start, to simply butcher men like cattle and drink in their suffering. But before long these simple pains, these simple pleasures, weren't enough for her anymore. They were akin to a greasy meal from a sleazy tavern. Low-quality ingredients poorly prepared. With time she had come to understand the value of more... gourmet meals. She'd learned that a man's pain was more fulfilling, more delicious, when it was properly seasoned, with higher quality ingredients and more time to cook. The greater the distance a man fell to reach the greatest depths of anguish, the more delectable his suffering was. And so it wasn't enough to just murder some random passerby, or to easily pick off some poor homeless sod or a dead eyed prostitute, no. She needed victims who had joy in their lives, who knew happiness. From there, it was a matter of raising them up even higher, uplifting them to the very peak of ecstasy, only to let them plunge from the highest plateau of bliss down into the deepest pit of mind-rending agony. That was the pain that Evelynn wanted to feed on. Or rather, it was the type she wanted to feed on. Of late, no matter how joyous a meal Evelynn found, no matter how gruesome she made their end, it just wasn't enough to satisfy anymore. Like an addict who'd grown too adjusted to their drug of choice, the highs just weren't as high as they used to be. It didn't help that all her victims simply died too soon. Humans were such frail creatures, and their lives blinked out of existence no sooner than she started to enjoy herself. She needed something stronger. Her hope had been that maybe the solution was to simply find someone stronger, and so of late she'd begun picking off knights and mage-seekers, but it made no difference. That wasn't the answer. She needed something else... With a sigh, Evelynn's aimless parkour came to a sluggish stop. Spinning around, she pressed her back up against the nearest wall and slid down the face of it until she was seated. Surely there had to be someone, something that could satisfy her... For the first time all night, the demon paused to take in her surroundings and see where she'd found herself. Like so much of Demacia, she stood upon the roof of a building that was so flawless in its brickwork that it looked like it had been carved out with the precision of a laser cutter. Unlike many of the simpler and more mundane houses throughout the city though, this one was rather ornate, and large. Gargoyles made of petricite loomed over the ramparts, the bust of a demacian knight was ingrained into the stonework overlooking the large set of double doors that served as the main entryway, and just the stairs and walkway leading up to the entrance were flanked by more statues of heroic knights with weapons raised in dignified salute. The place was also enormous. A mansion that looked like it was second only to the royal family's own palace. It was large enough for them to have their own private courtyard, flanked on all sides by high walls that kept out any who'd so much as try and take a peek within the private gardens. Any except Evelynn of course. Already atop the roof, it was just a casual stroll across the ramparts of the high walls to take a peek within, and there the demon saw something that made her wretched heart flutter. There, alone in the courtyard, was a young girl. Well, young by Evelynn's ageless standards at least. She had to be in her early twenties at the very latest, but her face still had the youthful countenance of someone even younger than that, with flawless skin like one would expect from nobility. Shoulder length hair like golden silk danced around her as she moved about the courtyard, performing some minor acrobatics and twirling a baton. The girl wore a full spandex body suit as she did her private little athletics performance, with a silver plated skirt and a thin breastplate that only offered light protection but more importantly did little to hinder her agile movements as she sprinted and leapt around. There was a bench meant for quietly sitting and contemplating the garden sculptures which the girl was currently using as a makeshift pommel horse, demonstrating some impressive flexibility as she splayed her legs out at ninety degree angles while lifting her body up, her hands clutching the frame of the bench like a handle. Dropping back down onto her feet, she then hopped atop a stone curb that marked the edge of a walkway and started using it as a balance beam. Evelynn watched, transfixed to this girl. The demon outstretched a hand, fingers trembling as she reached towards the young woman far below. There was something... about her that spoke to the demon. The girl had a bubbly smile on her face as she hopped around the yard, the joyous look of a privileged noble girl who'd never known hardship in her life. And yet, Evelynn sensed an edge. Just the slightest hint of darkness from within this golden haired bundle of innocence, something hidden beneath her chipper exterior that spoke of an understanding of pain. Evelynn crept closer to the edge of the wall, leaning over it to examine her more closely, trying to figure out just what was hiding inside this girl. The woman slowed to a halt with little warning. Doubling over, she planted her palms on her knees, and even from a distance Evelynn could see she was heaving, sweat dripping off her face. Winded. Such an easy target she'd have been in that moment, but it was too soon, far too soon to harvest this potential fruit. So the demon watched. She watched as the woman stood up straight, having taken a minute to catch her breath. Watched as she seemingly came to the conclusion that she'd just undergone enough of a warmup. She watched as the girl held her baton in front of her and let it go. Yet the baton did not fall, instead it began spinning in the air. Its tip began to sparkle and glow, giving off a faint illumination at first, but then the light grew brighter. The girl spread her arms to her side, closed her eyes and lost herself in concentration. Her baton started twirling faster, the light growing brighter, and then the girl snapped her eyes open, thrust her palms forward, and fired a beam of pure incandescent light straight ahead of her. Light so bright, so pure, so concentrated, that it blew a hole straight through a well manicured hedge sculpture of some unknown nobleman. Something that the girl seemingly didn't expect as she sheepishly held a hand to her mouth to stifle a gasp. And suddenly it all made sense to Evelynn. This girl of clearly noble birth and upbringing was a mage. In a city that hated magic so much that they maintained a special taskforce of mage-seekers for the sole purpose of hunting down and imprisoning anyone with even the slightest hint of magical ability, here was a privileged noblewoman openly flaunting and practicing her magical ability within the safe confines of her private estate. That darkness Evelynn had sensed, that sting, it was the pain of having to hide one's true self from the world, and the guilt of knowing the only reason she even could was due to the influence of her family. This was a girl who presented a bright, cheerful front, but still knew the experience of pain. Knew the experience, but rejected it. This girl was full of hope. In that instant, Evelynn knew what she was hunting for. She finally understood what new sense of pain she was craving. She would take this girl's hope, and she would break it. *************************************************** For the next five days Evelynn spent her time stalking her hopeful next meal. Normally she'd have only spared a few hours at most to follow a target and learn their preferences before moving in for the kill, but she wanted to take her time with this one. Starving herself in the meantime, her anticipation only grew in the absence of a meal. Several times she considered moving early, only to hold herself back. She wanted the moment to be perfect so she could truly savour every second of the girl's suffering. The waiting would only make her pain taste that much sweeter, she was certain. In the course of her reconnaissance, she made sure to learn as much of import as she could about her target. The girl's name was Luxanna Crownguard, the second child of what Evelynn had correctly surmised to be one of Demacia's most prestigious families, with a long history of noble and loyal servitude to the king; and just as Evelynn had determined from that first evening, the girl was indeed a mage. She hid it well enough, refusing even the slightest indulgence of her natural arcane talents during the daytime to protect her shameful little secret, but at night, when she thought she was alone, she would practice her magecraft in the family's courtyard. It was always an impressively dazzling lightshow, one that went unnoticed only thanks to how high the rampart walls were. Her own family didn't seem aware of Lux's gifts, a detail Evelynn found to just be delightful. No wonder she sensed a hint of guilt and shame buried deep within her soul, when she kept such an important facet of her life hidden from those closest to her. Even her brother Garen, the one with whom she seemed to share the strongest bond, appeared oblivious to her true nature. Committing each of these details to memory, Evelynn also watched for other more... discrete variances in the girl's behaviour. She watched for what manner of man or woman would catch her gaze, the girl's sparkling blue eyes lingering for just a moment longer than what would be considered socially acceptable for one of her standing. The type of person who made her heart skip a beat. Finally, once Evelynn was certain she knew everything she needed to prey upon the girl's deepest desires, the demon made her move. First she waited until nightfall, impatiently gnawing on her bottom lip with growing hunger. Then, she needed only to bide her time until Luxanna appeared in the courtyard to practice her magic. And so she waited. And she waited. And she waited. Dark clouds looming over the stars, the distant rumble of thunder jarred Evelynn into impatience. Where the hell was she? The demon skulked about in the shadows, peering about, but there was no sign of her prey. An hour passed beyond the usual point she'd have made her appearance, then two. She could smell rain coming soon. Evelynn felt like she was on the verge of caving in and just creeping through the Crownguard's estate on a murder spree when at last Luxanna appeared, and to the demon's dismay she was not alone as she would normally be. She burst into the courtyard through its main gate with her elder brother in toe, and Evelynn hissed. Garen was a hulking brute of a man. Tall and freakishly broad shouldered, with short cropped brown hair and a rugged face. In the near-week that Evelynn had been spying on the noble family, never once had she seen the man not decked in full plate armour and hauling around an enormous greatsword atop his back. Ironically, he actually looked resilient enough of a man to maybe last longer than a few minutes with her, but unfortunately it also made him dangerous. Perhaps after she finished with his sister, the demon could reap that overly muscled field as well, but not both of them together. It'd be too risky. Peering at the two Crownguards from within the bushes, the demon watched them closely. Judging by the irate looks on their faces, they seemed to be in the midst of an argument, but from the distance she was at, she could hardly make out what it was about. And so, sticking to the shadows, Evelynn crept closer. "...sonable, we only have your best interests..." "...Garen... not a frail little girl..." "Lux, these wretches speak of rebellion against the crown! If they make good on their threats, Demacia won't be safe any longer. This is for your own protection." "And if that happens, then my place is here by your side, helping everybody out. I don't need protection Garen, I can fight too!" "You're not a soldier Lux, there's only so much that you can do. Fossbarrow will be safer for you, trust me." "Why can't you trust me, Garen? I'm not as defenseless as you think, let me stay and help!" Evelynn cursed. That's why Lux was so late to arrive. There had been whispers in recent months of a mage rebellion, of all the magic users Demacia had for so long oppressed unifying in resistance to their shameful treatment. Frankly, until they were shedding blood in the streets, Evelynn didn't really care one way or another. It seemed the elder Crownguard, on the other hand, was very concerned. Enough to want to send his sister away. All the more reason Evelynn needed to feast on her sooner rather than later. "This isn't just my decision Lux, Tianna agrees." Garen spoke gruffly, his countenance stern and unyielding. "But this isn't fair!" Lux, by contrast, was red faced and clearly emotional. Her pleas fell on deaf ears however, as Garen simply held up a hand and turned away. "The decision is final. Tomorrow, preparations will be made for your departure." He started to walk away, then hesitated. "You'll see, this is for the best. Mages are dangerous. Liars and wretches who would sell the souls of everyone we hold dear for power. Monsters wearing the skin of men... You'll be better off this way." Then he left, through the heavy double doors that led inside their family estate, leaving Lux alone in the courtyard. Lux screamed with irritation, putting her head in her hands and pulling at those beautiful golden locks, before slumping into the nearby sitting bench. The urge to rush her that very instant was powerful, but Evelynn waited. It was too soon still... but she was just so fucking hungry. The two of them both waited, Lux sitting silently, Evelynn crouched in the shadows. Five minutes passed, ten, fifteen, twenty. Finally, once the Crownguard girl was confident her brother wasn't going to suddenly double back out to continue the conversation, Lux vented her frustration in a sudden concentrated burst of magic. Aiming it directly upwards, a beam of incandescent light soared skywards, bursting into a flash of light and sparks, and an explosive boom that masked itself as a lightning strike from the storm clouds above. Lux sunk into her seat, staring up at the false stars, the twinkling lights of her own creation, with a dejected look on her face. A broad smile that bared entirely too many teeth stretched across Evelynn's shadowed face. Time to make her move. Her eyes narrowed and her laughter rang out, a giddy, girlish giggle for Lux's ears alone. Immediately jarred from her depression, Lux sat upright, eyes darting about, panic setting into her voice. "Wh-who's there?" Before her eyes, the world seemed to become suddenly hazy. Sparkles drifting down from her explosion of light seemed to turned pink in the starlight, and the entire garden soon took on that same hue. As she emerged from the shadows, Evelynn put everything she'd learned of Lux's preferences into action. Her bountiful curves withered until she looked lean and scrawny, her breasts shrinking and flattening out until there was barely anything there at all. She swept her hands back along her scalp and her hair lengthened in its wake, merging with her lashers as it spilled down her back and split apart, those tendrils and her hair twisting and entwining into a pair of braided pigtails that spilled down nearly to her ankles. She emerged from the darkened shadows, the darkness melting away from her body and leaving her deathly pallid, with red eyes and vibrant blue hair. In this guise, she'd probably have fit right in with the wild and rebellious punks of Zaun, certainly far more so than the staid, utilitarian styles of Demacia. A lanky vision of hedonistic freedom. She was everything Lux desired, in another and for herself. "Hey there Sparkles, wanna play~?" As she stepped out of the dark, Evelynn took one of her lengthy pigtails in hand and started twirling it like a rope, flashing the sheltered Demacian a manic smile, along with so much more. That lithe body of her's was on full display, completely nude, her right side inked with tattoos of blue smoke and pink bullets. A chaotic pixie girl come to sweep Lux up and take her away from this rigid, stifling life of her's once and for all. Luxanna just stared, dumbfounded. "Who- What-" She stammered, unable to form the words. How did this person get into her garden? Had they just seen her outburst of magic? Who the hell was she? All incredibly important questions, all of which were quickly being pushed aside in her mind, vanishing within that eerily pink-violet fog that was clouding her vision at the edges. She felt warm suddenly, her cheeks starting to redden. It wasn't just her face that was flush with heat though. There was a sudden longing in her chest, and an ache in her pussy. Knees knocking, she quickly clasped her thighs together, as if the raging inferno that seemed to arise in her loins out of nowhere might set her skirt aflame and expose that needy cunt of hers. All she'd done was watch this woman step out of the bushes and suddenly she felt so- so wet. Her body was screaming at her to strip down and embrace this random naked intruder, to wrap a leg around those bony hips of hers and grind on her, to feel their lips embrace, to squash her own full bust against those itty bitty titties. This-this was a dream, right? She must have fallen asleep on the bench, and now this was all just a stress induced flight of fancy. There was no other explanation for something so... so... bizarre. Right? Eyeing the pinkish glaze overtaking Lux's pupils, Evelynn bound forward. It was just a cheerful hop, skip, and jump to close the distance between her and the blonde, her lashers wavering in the air behind her like hair billowing in an unnatural breeze. Her demonic charms never failed. Once she'd seeded the desire into her prey's mind, it was just a matter of waiting for their longing to overtake their other senses. After that, all it would take was a single touch to welcome them into her sensual embrace, and their doom. Lux stood a wary step back, but that rosy haze was still spreading over her eyes, a colourful glisten just barely visible even over the whites of her eyes. "This isn't right, you shouldn't be here, nobody should be here..." She murmured, her voice wavering. Just a few more seconds. Evelynn was drooling. She was so hungry... She'd waited so long for this moment, starved herself in anticipation. Leaning so far forward she was nearly doubled over, her head twisting, cocking to the side and looking up at Lux with those ravenous eyes and a grin that was far too eager. She reached her hand out, outstretched fingers coming to rest on Lux's shoulder. Too soon. In an instant, the colourful haze that had nearly overtaken Lux's eyes vanished. Evelynn's own eyes widened, those red pools reverting to their normal golden glow. The rosy fog of lust and desire that had clouded the light mage's mind dissipated even faster than it had fallen over her, and now she stared at Evelynn not with trepidation and desire, but anger and disgust. Fuck! The demon had let her hunger get the better of her. She moved too soon, she'd touched the demacian before her charm could finish taking hold, and the spell was broken the moment she did. Before Lux's eyes, the creature's appearance seemed to... warp. It still held the guise of a lanky zaunite punk, but other details suddenly seemed... wrong somehow. Her tattoos seemed to shift along her skin, the ink wavering and never staying put. The hair at the end of those lengthy braids was far too rigid, curled into downright sharp looking edges. And those eyes, those ravenous, inhuman eyes that gazed up at Lux like they would consume her very soul. "Tch, monster!" Lux's brilliant blue eyes narrowed and she took a step back, violently ripping free of Evelynn's grasp. Channeling her magic through her baton, she quickly flung it at the demon, the rod glowing like a beacon as it was sent twirling through the air towards her. Evelynn hissed and twisted her torso, letting the baton sail past her before lunging forward. Brightly painted blue nails melted into her fingertips and extended into claws as she took a swipe at Lux. She would have the girl's pain, one way or another, she would have it. Or so she thought to herself, only for her claws to recoil off a prismatic barrier just an inch shy of carving into Lux's chest, an irridescent shield made of solid light protecting the girl from Evelynn's razor-tipped touch. "You won't take me so easily, I've dealt with your kind before, demon!" Jerking her hand back, the illumination enveloping her baton responded to the pull, stopping it mid-flight only to send it racing back through the air towards her. Twisting her head in time to see the wand spinning towards her, Evelynn leapt to the side, landing on all fours like a feral beast. Teeth elongating into fangs, her pallid skin sloughed off of her like wax as she took on her demonic, shadowy guise once more, horns sprouting from her skull while those pigtails reverted back to her blade-tipped tentacles. Damnit, damnit damnit damnit! She cursed as Lux caught her wand like a boomerang, leaving the demon out of range and without the element of surprise. She cursed herself and her hunger, but still she bared those monstrous teeth, determined not to let this ordeal be a waste. With a swing of her baton, Lux hurled a sphere magical energy at Evelynn. The very air around it seemed to twist and distort, the light around the ball refracting strangely and twisting in on itself, like a black hole that radiated light instead of consuming it. Quick to evade, the demon leapt aside again, just in time as the mage's orb exploded behind her in brilliant nova. Raising an arm to shield her vision from the blinding burst, Evelynn nearly missed the second lucent singularity coming her way, sprinting to get out of the radius of its incandescent blast. Her feet kicked up dirt and grass as she ran, arms reared back, claws bared and ready to lash out if she could just get within range. Something which Lux did not allow as she kept hurling a volley of magical spheres, each one a distortion of light that released it all on impact, a devastating burst that lit the sky above in a kaleidoscope of colours. Springing backwards from another prismatic explosion directly in front of her face, Evelynn thrust one of her lashers forwards, casting a long shadow beneath it on the ground. The blade on the end of that tendril limb detached, launched straight towards Lux. Again her attack merely struck the magical barrier the mage had conjured, the prismatic shield flickering, cracks forming along its surface. For a moment, a look of concern crossed Lux's face, but her shield still held and the demon withdrew her tentacle, leaving the crownguard girl to grin triumphantly... not noticing that the tendril's shadow remained along the ground, forming a bridge between Evelynn and her prey. While Lux gathered energy for another barrage of magical orbs, Evelynn curled her fingers and flicked her hand upward. Spikes erupted from the earth, a trail of them racing across the length of that tether of shadow straight towards the mage. In a panic, Lux tried to back away from them, but that shadow tied the two together and the trail of demonic nails just followed along it, their path curving until they reached their target. Their tips struck the underside of Lux's barrier like spears, piercing it with the sound of shattering glass, slicing across the girl's shins as they suddenly were thrusting upwards all around her at uneven angles. Still, her barrier absorbed enough of the thrust that she could withstand the pain, and finally hurled another sphere of explosive incandescence at the demon. With an irritated cluck of her tongue, the demon hurled herself into one of the bushes, hoping to disappear from view. She went still, save for a flick of her lasher as it lengthened and regrew its sharpened edge, not even so much as rustling the foliage. If she could melt into the shadows, she could sneak around and take Lux from behind with ease, she just needed to get out of sight first. Unfortunately for the demon, blending into the darkness against a foe who could manipulate light itself was a challenging feat. Even as Evelynn took a deep breath to calm herself and try to blend in with the shadows, another magical orb was already coming her way. This time it sailed straight past the starving fiend, coming to rest hovering a few inches off the ground behind her before bursting, dispelling the shadows and igniting the carefully manicured brush in shimmering white flames. Evelynn screeched as the explosion propelled her forward, tumbling over a paved pathway and landing sprawled a short ways in front of Luxanna's feet. Hissing with fury, her shadowed form gazed up at her would-be prey, seeing the righteous murder in Lux's illuminated blue eyes. Suddenly both combatants were jarred by the slamming of doors so hard they nearly broke off their hinges. "What is the meaning of this!?" Garen bellowed as he burst back into the courtyard, greatsword drawn and ready. Evelynn cursed. That colossal oaf must've heard the commotion. Of course he did, how could he not when the two of them were throwing a private fireworks celebration? There could only be so many thunderous booms before they could no longer be passed off as distant lightning strikes. And yet... Evelynn's golden eyes turned to Lux, who stood frozen with her gaze locked onto Garen, her triumphant opportunity swiftly passing her by, and once more a monstrous grin stretched across her face. Ah, what will you do now? She wondered to herself. Will you expose your secret, now of all times? So soon after your brother's tirade against mages? Evelynn did not intend to even give Luxanna a choice in the matter. Stabbing her lashers into the ground, Evelynn coiled them like springs and then pushed, launching herself back to her feet and straight into max speed. She darted towards Lux, only to make an abrupt turn towards her brother. She ran straight at him, dragging her arms low, claws extended, sweeping them upwards towards him. For his part, the demacian knight was caught completely by surprise by the shadowy demon suddenly rushing him out of nowhere. He brought his sword up into a defensive pose, but too slowly. "Garen!" Lux cried out in desperation and twirled her baton, hurling another ball of light. This one was markedly different, sparkles trailing in its wake as it raced in a straight line towards the two. Evelynn smirked. It was a shame she'd studied the girl long enough to know she didn't have the skill to curve her shots. As swiftly as she'd darted towards Garen, she changed direction, her lashers stabbing to her right and hooking onto that same bench Lux had been sitting on earlier. Gripping it tight, she retracted those sharpened tentacles, dragging herself towards it and out of harm's way... leaving Garen to take the brunt of his sister's magic himself. If a demon launching itself at him out of the gloom had been enough to take him by surprise, there was no way he could have anticipated his sister, his perfectly normal, sweet, innocent, non-mage of a sister hurling a magical projectile his way. It struck him dead on, the light binding him in place at the moment of impact, a barrier of impassable prismatic light encircling him on all sides and trapping him where he stood. "Lux? I don't understand... What is happening!?" He boomed, straining against the light, the barrier so tightly compressed around his broad shoulderpads that he could barely move an inch. With no space to swing his massive greatsword, he dropped it to the ground, but even without its awkward size interfering with his movements, he didn't even have enough wiggle room to raise his arms. All he could do was strain his arms against his prison and clumsily strike it with his fists at waist height. "Garen! No, I-" Lux stared in abject horror at her brother as the weight of her mistake hit her like a sledgehammer. Clasping one hand over her mouth, her knees felt weak, and she had to fight just to stay standing, but fight she did. The demon was still there. She could only hope to explain herself to her brother after she slew it... somehow. Nimble as it was, with her brother now immobilized and defenseless, Lux realized she had to end this quickly. Releasing her grip on her baton, the wand began to hover in place before her, spinning of its own volition and rapidly gaining speed. Stretching her arms out to her sides, the Crownguard girl gathered all of her magical power together, focusing it through the twirling rod like a prism. Finally, Evelynn thought to herself, it was over. She paused as she used the bench like a springboard. Unfurling her tendrils from its frame, she planted her feet atop it, and kicked off just as Lux fired that devastating final spark her way, the beam missing the demon so narrowly that it singed the back of her heels. Landing on both her feet and the tips of her lashers, she pushed with all four in unison, launching herself towards Lux faster than she could recover from such a strenuous expenditure of her magic. In the blink of an eye, Evelynn flew past the golden-haired girl, swinging one of her lashers around and dragging it across the stone like an anchor, slowing her as she skidded through the grass and over stone. The tentacle carved a groove through the pathway as it guided her, sliding around to Lux's backside. "Wha-?" Lux felt as if she was moving in slow motion compared to Evelynn. Turning her head, she didn't even have time to finish her cry before the demon was behind her. Her arms still stretched to the sides, the demon's quickly came up underneath them, hooking them in a full nelson and locking them in place. Lux struggled against her hold, awkwardly bending her arms to try and grasp her still spinning baton, but Evelynn's hold kept her from being able to reach. The rotating staff continued to spin for a few more seconds, losing speed until finally it went still and dropped to the ground. "Let go of me you monster!" She screamed, struggling in earnest against Evelynn's hold. "Ooooh no." Evelynn sneered, tilting her head so she could meet the gaze of Lux's twisted head. "Now I've finally got you right where I want you. Time to get a bit more... comfortable." The demon cackled, and as she did, her form changed again. The shadows melted away, leaving behind a pale, blue-skinned woman with white hair, accented with pink that rose from her scalp like a flame. Her breasts swelled, squishing into Lux's back as they did, while her hips widened. Once more, Evelynn took on the semi-human shape with which she was most accustomed. "Unhand her, you fiend!" Garen boomed, slamming himself up against the barrier once more, but the light simply pulsed back against his brawn and did not give an inch. "Oh, but we haven't had our fun yet." Evelynn said with a pout and a childish lilt to her voice. With Lux still squirming in her grasp, the demon brought her tendrils up and slithered them overtop of the girl's shoulders. Creeping along her form like snakes, they slipped into her collar and down along her chest. Visibly shifting beneath the demacian's spandex, they writhed against her bare skin, making Lux cringe and kick her feet to no avail. Those tentacles moved with purpose, the bladed tips gently grazing the girl's delicate skin without leaving a scratch while the sinewy lengths each made a loop around one of Luxanna's breasts, giving both a firm squeeze while the tips snaked their way around to her back. There was a sudden snap, and Lux's breastplate came loose, the tentacles having found and severed the clasp at the back that held it in place. The metal plate fell forwards, having only covered her chest, and hit the ground with a klang, exposing the tight-fitting bodysuit underneath, the fabric clinging so snug to her body that it provided a clear view of the writhing tendrils that coursed beneath it, molesting the perky girl's chest, squeezing those mounds so tightly that compressed flesh and fat made them look more swollen than normal. "Let... Me... Go!" Lux demanded, twisting her torso, trying to break Evelynn's hold or get enough leverage to take a swing with one of her arms. "Hmhmhmm, just relax girl, I'll pluck your petals soon enough, but I want to savour this moment~" Evelynn sighed, merely tightening her grip, spreading her forearms to the side to better restrict the movement of Lux's own limbs. Tilting her head, the demon's tongue slithered out, that slick muscle rolling half a foot down her chin, only for her to lean in to Lux and drag the tip of it from her collarbone up the side of her neck and across her cheek, leaving a trail of glistening spit in her wake. The loud sound of fabric tearing followed, the tips of Evelynn's lashers folding, the sharped edges hooking into spandex as they tore through it with ease, slicing in an arc from the back to the front, leaving the top half of the outfit to fall around her waist like a half-peeled banana. Those soft, full breasts of her's now exposed to the chilly night air, the demon made a pronounced show of coiling her tendrils tighter around those perky mounds, squeezing them harder until they reddened, the cool air stiffening Lux's pink little nipples. The blonde tilted her head and gasped, staring down in abject horror as Evelynn brought the sharp ends of her tentacles around to those hardened pebbles, giving each a gentle flick, a scratch that didn't quite draw blood but made the girl shudder all the same. "You won't get away with this, monster!" Again Garen cursed, going so far as to futilely slam his own forehead into the barrier. Evelynn just laughed. "What's wrong, big boy? I would've thought you'd be happy, seeing a wicked, lying mage get her just desserts." The demon grinned wickedly and rolled her hips, grinding her pelvis into Lux's skirt-clad ass. "Or are you merely a hypocrite? Rules for thee but not for me, hmm? Do your laws against mages only apply when they don't conflict with your own family?" "My sister... is not a mage." Garen's voice grew less steady, and he turned his head away, averting his gaze. Lux too, turned her head away, the siblings refusing to even look upon one another. "Hmm, is that so? And you think I'm the one who imprisoned you within that cage then? Perhaps I'll just have to show you what a filthy, lying whore your sister actually is." Evelynn cackled, another buck of her hips pancaking Lux's rear end against her loins. She breathed in, and she inhaled the burning shame both Crownguards were feeling, a delightful sting to both of their psyches that sent a delightful shiver down Evelynn's spine. This was a start, but she needed so much more if she was to be satisfied. Raking her tongue across Lux's cheek once more, Evelynn delighted in the way the girl cringed and tried to lean away from her. Her lashers tightened, binding those soft chest pillows like ropes, lifting them from underneath and raising them up even higher. Lux gasped, crying out in discomfort, and the shame burning within the two siblings only intensified, faces reddening in unison, yet still they refused to look upon one another. That would never do. Evelynn wanted her brother to watch. Shimmying her feet in between Lux's, Evelynn gradually widened her stance, forcing the Crownguard girl to do the same. While the mage continued to squirm, the demon unfurled her tendrils from those tortured breasts at last, letting them bounce back to their original shape. Having squeezed those mounds so tightly, her lashers left bruised imprints indenting the flesh. Those serpentine appendages roamed downwards, trailing across Lux's skin, following the contours of her body as they slithered overtop of her taut belly, until the sharp ends managed to slide underneath the hem of her skirt. "Oh god, no, please..." Lux whimpered, but to no avail. There was a sharp snap, Evelynn's lashers pulling taut, hooking into her plated skirt and prying it apart, making it crumple as if it was aluminum. Those tendrils slackened, and there was a metallic klatter as the armour hit the ground. "You know, all you had to do was play along, and I could have made this so much more enjoyable for you. Oh well, guess I'll be the only one having fun now." Evelynn grinned, a sultry, half-lidded smile, and leaned in to rest her chin atop Lux's shoulder, her breasts squashing up against her spine. Her hips continued to rock, grinding with more fervour against Lux's backside, the demon's wider hips easily flattening the demacian's smaller rear. Rather than dive those squirming tendrils down the the mage's pants, Evelynn instead lifted them up higher. Like gentle fingertips, they trailed up Lux's sides, carressing her delicate skin. Pursing her lips, the demon planted soft kisses along the nape of her victim's neck, the unwanted affection making the girl recoil, while those lashers crawled ever higher. Gliding along Lux's raised armpits, they started to coil around her shoulders, only to then slide along the length of her arms, tenderly stroking across her biceps, then her forearms as gently as a lover, all while the demon used her own arms to restrict their movement. No matter how hard Lux struggled, Evelynn was stronger. Her brother was right, she was no soldier. Once those lashers reached Luxanna's wrists, they started to wind tighter, and tighter, digging into the skin as roughly as they had around her breasts. Evelynn pushed her hips forward, grinding against Lux's ass, and at the same time her tendrils jerked back, pulling Lux's arms back so far that they were nearly wrenched out of their sockets and forcing her to lean back into the demon's chest. The Crownguard screamed, her pain finally grabbing Garen's attention. "Release her at once, or so help me-!" "Blah, blah, blah.... Come now, I'd really rather not have to gag you, otherwise how will I hear your wonderful screams?" Evelynn sighed, her claws at last free to roam over Lux's body without fear of the girl's hands casting any magical surprises. Her palms stroked over the girl's taut belly, sharp fingertips gingerly scratching at her highborn flesh. "But if you're going to just keep repeating yourself, you might leave me with no choice." The demon finished, baring some teeth as she started to nibble at Lux's collarbone. The burly man grit his teeth, giving Evelynn the filthiest scowl she'd ever seen, but said nothing. "If-if you think you'll take us this easily demon, then you are sorely mistaken!" Lux huffed, the strain audible in her voice. "Oh now don't you start." Evelynn sighed, spreading her fingers apart and sliding them further down that smooth belly. Her nails brushed against the torn edges of Lux's remaining spandex, pinching the flimsy fabric between them. Digits curling, grabbing fistfuls of that hip hugging fabric, Evelynn tensed her knuckles and yanked, ripping what remained of Lux's clothing apart at the seams and leaving just her underwear behind, noticeably damp from the demon's near-success at charming her. Not that the slender cotton was gonna do anything to keep the demon out that the rest of her outfit hadn't failed at already. Claws raked across those panties like knives, slicing through them as effortlessly as paper, leaving the tattered remnants to hang off the fingers of her left hand. Lux jerked and screamed, an instinctive propensity towards modesty driving her to struggle harder, to squeeze her thighs together in hopes of hiding her most noble of entrances. Evelynn just laughed at the futility of it all. Lashers yanking back on the girl's arms once more, bowing her backwards, the demon slid her palms over and under those milky thighs, sinking her claws into that luscious meat before hefting them up into the air with inhuman strength. Her nails leaving red scratches in their wake, she folded Lux's body in half while also pulling her legs apart, exposing the girl's untouched pussy and its neatly manicured little carpet of gold. "Quite a sight, isn't it?" The demon said with a smirk, her eyes trained on her prey's brother. Lux flailed in her arms, kicking her feet fruitlessly at the air. Evelynn merely widened her stance, leaning back to brace the full weight of the girl against her chest with a wicked laugh. The demon's fingertips began to extend as she kept her palms on those thighs, those claws lengthening to the size of kitchen knives. With practiced precision, she oh-so-delicately curled them inwards, tugging at Lux's folds with such gentleness that she didn't even feel a prick from those sharp tips, pulling them apart, exposing her insides to her own sibling. Despite the visible terror in Lux's eyes, that tunnel was slick, a trickle of fluids seeping out and down the crack of her ass. Though the charm had failed, the arousal it had momentary struck her with was nigh-overwhelming, and though the desire she felt had faded fast, her body was not so quick to dry up. "Vile beast! Disgusting monstrosity!" Garen raged with renewed fervour, battering himself up against that prison of iridescent light, but Lux's magic proved too powerful for her own good, holding even someone as strong as him at bay with ease. "Tch, what did I say?" Evelynn grimaced, then let out a sigh. "Very well, I suppose you leave me with no other choice." With a quick shift of her limbs, Evelynn raised Lux's left leg even higher, stretching it out to the side while the girl shrieked and wiggled. The lasher already binding the girl's left arm stretched itself out, looping around her ankle as it neared her wrist, twisting its way around both limbs and tying them together. The demon soon repeated the motion on the right side, until both of Lux's legs were bound to her arms, holding her spread-eagled in the air by the strength of her tentacles alone. With her own hands now free, and those sinewy tendrils hoisting her prey higher up into the air, the demon casually strolled forward while wiggling her claws free of the holes she tore in Lux's panties. Balling them up in her fist, she leaned forward while the Crownguard girl stared in horror, watching the demon thrust her claws straight through the barrier to stuff the shredded bundle of sopping wet cotton straight into her brother's shouting mouth. Immediately Garen's eyes widened, first in shock, then disgust. He winced with visible revulsion and tried to spit the fabric out, only for Evelynn to push even further, tilting his head back as she practically choked him on his sister's used undergarments. Then she retracted her hand, giggling girlishly. She'd spied on Luxanna enough to know that her light prison only bound those within its cage, not those without; and poor Garen, he was bound so tightly within that he didn't even have the space to fold his bulky forearms up past his own overly broad chest. It'd be so easy for him to simply pull the gag out, if only he wasn't such a brick shithouse. Evelynn laughed, stepping back and lowering her meal back into her waiting arms. "Now, I think I've teased you long enough." Evelynn cooed softly into the quivering Lux's ear. "How about we get started for real?" The demon exhaled a warm, clammy breath against the girl's ear before parting her lips to graze the outer edge of it with her sharp teeth. Her hips rolled and bucked, grinding harder against Lux's ass, squashing it flat. Gyrating her hips in smooth motions, the inhuman monster began to moan softly. "Mnf... Mnn... You ready girl?" She rasped, while shadows swirled around her loins, reshaping them into something more... fitting for defiling a woman. Claws sinking a bit deeper into the meat of Lux's thighs, dimpling all that ample flesh, Evelynn continued to moan. Soft gasps sent shivers down her captive's spine, goosebumps forming on her skin. All the while, Evelynn took her time, the shadows drawing her own clitoris from its hiding spot, twisting around it, merging with her unnaturally hued flesh and causing that delicate bean to lengthen. Swelling in girth and massively elongating, it grew fatter and veinier as it crept up in between Lux's ass cheeks. The little hood that had hidden it reshaping, the skin stretching to envelope her pleasure button as it reshaped itself into a girthy prick, something that would've looked more at home on some chiselled stud of a man than hanging between Evelynn's womanly thighs. With just as much ease, the crude fascimile of internal organs the demon kept inside herself started to shift and reform, shadows encasing her false ovaries, altering their shape and density before pushing them out of her body, one at a time, letting them drop and swing before forming together into an especially dense and heavy looking set of nuts. Those testicles pulsed as the shadows began to recede, her pussy closing up in their wake, the skin fusing together until it never looked like there had ever been anything but a set of very male looking genitals resting between the feminine demon's thighs. "What- what're you-" Lux could hardly see what was going on between the demon's legs, but with shadow-clad flesh mashed firmly against her ass, she could feel something shifting against her bare bottom. Something firm was starting to slide up the crack of her ass, wedging itself between her cheeks while Evelynn continued to buck, sliding that thick pole up and down. The warmth of Lux's pillows squishing together around that shaft only made it throb more intensely, thickening even further, prying those bubbly cushions apart to make space for itself. The excess skin that had grown to encase it peeled back to expose what was once the demon's clit, now a bulbous mushroom tip, a slit forming at the end that oozed dense globs of slime against Lux's bare skin. "N-no... No no no, this can't be happening!" Lux screamed, realization settling in. "Oh but it is sweetheart. But here, why don't we let your brother see too, hmm?" With a wicked grin, Evelynn winked at Garen and lifted Lux a little bit higher. That throbbing cock slid free of that soft valley, inch after inch emerging from the cleavage of the mage's backside until it finally slipped free entirely and swung downwards, hanging heavy under gravity's pull and its own weight. Nearly a solid foot of demonic flesh, its skin mottled by shadows, forming alternating splotches of pale blue and dark violet along the length of it. Even at full mast, there was enough excess skin that still half her crown remained shrouded in it, while globs of demonic prenut dribbled from the end. A thick droplet dripped from her apple-sized tip, forming a gooey strand that hung halfway to the ground before it finally snapped and dropped it to the ground, only for a fresh one to ooze out. Evelynn tensed her body, and that grotesque monstrosity swung upwards. SPLAT! Evelynn's erect flagpole smacked Lux's dribbling pussy with enough force to make the girl gasp, its length reaching up towards her navel. "Oh god, no, please, please please please, it'll kill me..." Lux whimpered, flailing her head from side to side. Her hands balled into fists and her arms strained to fold inwards, but the tendrils binding them wouldn't allow it. "Well, it wouldn't be the first time, darling." Evelynn giggled, lifting Lux a little bit higher, that swollen prick dragging down along her belly until it was level with her pussy. Her hips shifted, trying to find just the right angle to press her dripping tip against those folds. "Mmnf nf MNN!" "What was that~?" Evelynn tilted her head, angling her left ear towards Garen, as if trying to hear him better. His face was red with fury, trying to shout even through the cloth stifling his tongue. "Did you say 'give it to her good'? Oh, don't worry, by time I'm through, your sister will be screaming." With an ominous smile, Evelynn gripped Lux's thighs tighter. Aided by her lashers pulling taut, she dragged the demacian downwards, her crown stretching those pretty pink folds apart and forcing its way inside. Lux howled, her cuntlips stretching far, far beyond anything that youthful experimentation and self-exploration could have prepared her for. The ache was immediate, glistening folds made to widen around the head of Evelynn's shaft, clinging to it so tightly that the excess foreskin slid downwards once more, fully exposing that bulbous crown. Yet, despite its monstrous size, the pain wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. The only consolation she had was that it wasn't entering her dry, though that was hardly any comfort at all when the wetness trickling down the demon's dick eased her passage enough to let her slide deeper, faster than she would otherwise have been able to. "Mnn, you feel that, baby? You feel that streeetch? That ache inside? That's the good stuff." Evelynn moaned, a genuine shudder of ecstasy rolling down her spine that left her briefly winded. It was hardly the snug grip of Lux's tunnel that delighted her, though she wouldn't deny it felt good to have that damp passage gripping her newly shaped flesh so powerfully. No, it was the soreness in the girl's cunt that delighted her so. The same sensations that wracked Lux, Evelynn felt as well, that pain coursing downwards through her cock, and being received by the demon's own nerves as a dull pleasure. Where for Lux it ached, to Evelynn the sensation was more akin to stretching a muscle after a long night's rest. There was still a pang there, but one that tingled in all the right ways. Slrrrch With a lazy buck of her hips, Evelynn drove her cock deeper, Lux's cunt squelching around it as it was forced to swallow that monstrous width, more of her juices gushing down the length of that demonic fuckpole. The demacian's pitiful mewling now competing with the wet sound of a needy pussy being railed. That sizeable battering ram didn't just stretch the mage's pussy; her skin stretched outwards with it, the swollen outline of that inhuman bitchbreaker showing through that once trim belly. With her body strained so tightly around that shaft, it made it frighteningly easy to track exactly how deep she was reaching inside of her, and it was only a couple of inches before the demon paused. Cocking her head, Evelynn pushed her hips forward a couple times, gently prodding Lux's depths and finding surprisingly little give. There was a barrier blocking her way. She couldn't be bottoming out against the little waif's cervix already, could she? Had the wench set up a prismatic barrier inside of herself somehow? Or... Evelynn's hips rolled, flattening Lux's ass and applying just a little bit of pressure to her thrusts, testing just how much give the obstruction had, before smirking. Ah, of course, confined to her noble life as she was, it only made sense to have this pesky thing still be here. "So, how does it feel," Evelynn inquired, her voice a husky whisper for Luxanna's ears alone, "to have your virginity stolen by a demon?" Lux's eyes grew larger, but Evelynn didn't even give her the time to plead for mercy. With an almost casual thrust of her hips, the demon flexed her ass and shoved forcefully enough to tear through her hymen, her cock piercing it as ruthlessly as any blade. Lux cried out, tears welling in her sapphire eyes, while Evelynn just groaned in sheer delight. "Nnnnnggh~" Now there was blood dripping down her length. It was only the lightest trickle, but just the knowledge that her dick was dripping with scarlet excited the demon. Adding to the frothy mixture lubricating that slick fucktunnel, Evelynn put more power into her thrusts, stretching that sleeve of flesh out wider, pushing deeper than anything ever had before into the screaming Crownguard girl. Evelynn's chest heaved, pressing her pillowy bust harder into Lux's back, squishing those luscious cushions against the back of her ribs. Her excitement was building, and she stared down at her second, improvised meal. She had just deflowered this girl right in front of her own brother, surely his misery must have been just as delicious. To her chagrin, she found him looking away, his eyes shut tight, refusing to acknowledge the scene before him. Evelynn grimaced. No, no this wouldn't do. They both needed to suffer, they both needed to feed her ravenous appetite. Parting those plush lips of her's, she let her teeth elongate into fearsome fangs before sinking them directly into the nape of Lux's neck. She was cautious with it, she didn't want to rip the girl's jugular out... not yet anyways, but she did it hard enough to make Garen's sister squeal in fresh, genuine pain. Garen jerked his head towards them, eyes open and panic clearly visible in those blue orbs. That was what Evelynn longed to see. As much as he didn't want to watch his sister be defiled, he cared for her too much to avert his eyes when she cried out so earnestly. Lips curling into a smile, Evelynn kept her teeth lodged in Lux's skin. Pursing those soft pillows, she started to suck while keeping her eyes trained on Garen, meeting his hateful gaze. Suction lifted supple skin up into her teeth, forming a dark ring of teeth marks, a bruise that would linger for days. With a wet slurp, Evelynn released the grip of her fangs and slid her lengthy tongue up along that now tender sore spot, making Lux whine like a beaten dog. Dragging her tongue higher, the demon sunk her teeth in again. Once more avoiding drawing blood for the time being, she focused instead on marking her flesh, nice and high, too far up to merely hide beneath a collar. She left a bruising hickey where nobody would be able to miss it, where everyone would be able to see the demon had made this girl her bitch. "NnnnnnmmmNNGH!" Garen foamed at the mouth, spittle flying from his forcibly parted lips and spilling down his chin as he screamed into his sister's panties. "Please, please, take it out, it hurts..." Lux wailed between sobs. Tears were welling up in her eyes and starting to streak down her cheeks, adding a salty tang to her skin which the demon greedily lapped up, running her tongue up from her nape and across her face. "Mnn, it's gonna hurt so much worse by time we're through." Evelynn cooed softly. Releasing her hold over Lux's thighs, she trusted in her tentacles to hold the girl in place, steadily lifting her up and down to work that shaft back and forth a few inches inside of her. With her hands freed once more, the demon let her nails delicately dance up Luxanna's supple skin, the right palm creeping upwards to grab a handful of her chest, squeezing it as firmly as it had her leg and kneading all that doughy titfat in between her fingers. The left hand crept inwards, palm still caressing the demacian's thigh while her fingers started to gingerly caress those pretty pink folds, as tender as a lover while trying to tease the girl's clit out from its hiding place. With her lashers doing the heavy lifting, Evelynn started to buck her hips, stepping up onto her toes while flexing her rear to force that monstrous dick in deeper, then dropping back onto the balls of her heels on the pullout. Rocking back and forth like that, she inched that shaft in further with every motion, stretching that cunt wider, pushing Lux's belly out even further. Though it was true she had a tendency to break her toys prematurely, Eve still had a decent enough idea of the human body's limits. She was reasonably confident Lux could take her cock as it was without ripping apart. Mostly sure anyway. The veins lining her shaft scraped at those tender walls, raking across velvet-soft flesh. The wide brim of her cockhead dug into her damp insides, pushing them apart, pulling them so taut that they molded to the shape of it. Every fold, every wrinkle of Lux's inner lining being pulled apart, shaped to fit Evelynn's fuckcannon. All while she continued to sob and wail... "Mnff..." Evelynn moaned softly. She was starting to feel it now. Lux's pain was delightful, but... It was still missing something. Like a vanilla cake, it was sweet yet bland at the same time. Missing an element of spice. She was so sure this one would be the one to satisfy, here she was was blubbering in her grasp, tears and snot streaking down her face while the demon stretched her insides to their limit. Sure she could ramp up the pain, could swell her dick larger until the girl's insides ruptured, but that would only increase the intensity of her pain, it wouldn't change the flavour. And it'd be so fleeting besides. The demon hissed. Why wasn't this as good as she wanted it to be? As good as she needed it to be? What was still missing? Her eyes wandered to Garen, watching him sway back and forth against his bindings, still struggling and banging his shoulders back and forth. The light encasing him flickered, just the briefest flash, but enough to remind Evelynn she was on a timer. Even if he couldn't break it, sooner or later it would fade on its own, and she needed to be finished by then. With a sigh, Evelynn squeezed Lux's tit even harder, gripping it like a handlebar and using it as more leverage to push her down even further. That brutal battering ram pushed deeper, beating up against another barrier, one that was considerably more rigid and unyielding. The demon had found her womb, only a hair past the midway point of her dick. What a shame. Idly, she pondered what to do with it. Crush it flat? Inflate it til it burst? Maybe she'd just use her dick like an anchor and rip it right out of her... While she contemplated her options, the fingers of her left hand kept absent-mindedly rubbing Lux's clit, playing with its little hood. Gingerly kneading the skin with her middle and index fingers, rubbing in slow little circles. Pressing in firmly with the tips of her digits, she parted them, stretching the skin apart, exposing that adorable little bead and shifting her middle finger to stroke across it. Suddenly, Lux clenched her jaw and inhaled through her teeth, wincing in between sniffles. There was a flash, a brief moment when her agony was the sweetest nectar Evelynn had ever tasted. It took her by such hard surprise that her knees nearly buckled, quaking underneath her and momentarily dropping her into a squat before she caught herself and stood back upright, driving her dick deeper into Lux and crashing it into her womb. That demonic shaft, ordinarily just a monstrous fascimile of a human's actual dick, let out a genuine throb. It pulsed, momentarily swelling and pressing that much harder into Lux's walls that it made her cry out again, and Evelynn was left to pant, her tongue draping down her chin. What was that? Trying to retrace her steps, the demon lowered her hips, gyrated them in circles, grinding her shaft inside of Lux and stirring up her insides. Her fingers dug deeper into the demacian's chest, grasping it roughly enough for her nails to leave scratches behind while she pulled at that doughy mound. Her hips bucked back and forth, dragging her oversized rod back and forth. What had she done to hurt her so badly that it had tasted so sweet? The stilted roughness of her thrusts, the sharpness of her claws, they made Lux writhe and sob in stinging pain, but nothing, nothing gave her that same rush she'd just had. Hissing with frustration, Evelynn's fingers started to stroke Lux's clit again. She rubbed around it gently, irritation building, her sharp nail circling it like a shark that was getting ready to strike. Then Lux spasmed in her grasp, again sucking in air through her teeth. Immediately, Evelynn was treated to a spike of such joyous bliss that it made her cock pulsate and ooze a glob of oily fluid into the Crownguard's core. The demon was confused, but quick to give Luxanna's button a light little flick, another swift stroke with her index finger. She watched her captive writhe and thrash her head around like she was in agony, and the pleasure coursing through the demon would certainly confirm it, but why? She hadn't even started to torment that little joybuzzer used. No pinches, no piercings. Certainly it couldn't hurt that much naturally, could it? She'd had enough experience toying with the bodies of other women to know this was usually a pleasurable zone, so then why? Why did it hurt her so much? Certainly not about to leave it alone now, not when she'd finally found some truly sweet agony to feed off of, Evelynn kept toying with Lux. Her fingers started to get a bit more experimental. Slowing her thrusts, she instead held steady within that tightly stretched cunt while her claws poked and prodded. Her thumb took over, circling her clit with a more firm grip, while her other digits started to gingerly caress her strained folds, tender touches that teased at her labia. Though the demon was certain these touches should have been pleasant for her victim, they only made her thrash that more madly, foaming at the mouth and biting her own lip so hard she was drawing blood. Evelynn grit her own teeth, screwing her eyes shut and letting out a lurid "Ooohhnn~".This was unlike anything she'd ever felt before, and yet it was maddening. She was so ecstatic that she had to restrain herself from hammering her hips, from crushing Lux's baby chamber, her own hips twitching with a sudden need. Cracking her eyes open, she peered over Lux's shoulder, glancing at her brother again for the first time. The look in his eyes was fury incarnate. Veins throbbed along his forehead so powerfully it looked like they would burst. His face was so red, he seemed on the verge of passing out. Garen was pissed. Evelynn thought he looked quite funny, honestly. Were she not so busy trying to figure out what was hurting Lux so badly, she'd have laughed. The demon's eyes suddenly took on a brighter glow, as if a lightbulb was shining inside her skull. Turning her head, she started to nip at Lux's neck again, but more gently his time. Lips pursing, she slurped gently on her skin, sucking on her flesh while her hips started to move. Slowly, softly thrusting back and forth, Evelynn shifted her angle and held Lux a bit lower, grinding her cockhead into a tender spot just below her belly. Her fingers redoubled their assault on those folds, massaging them as her cock slid past, so that the strain didn't ache quite so bad and was washed away by the pleasure from her thumb tormenting that little button. Lux thrashed in Evelynn's grip, struggling harder than ever before. She nearly even broke free of the lashers binding her at one point, and Eve had to widen her stance and steady herself to avoid being knocked off balance by the girl trying so hard to throw her weight around. She was in ecstasy, and Evelynn was too, but the demon was still feeding off the girl's pain. A different pain than she was used to tasting. It wasn't the stinging shock of physical trauma, this was something different altogether. It was the agony of being raped in front of her own brother, and enjoying it. Evelynn gasped and pressed herself more firmly against Lux's back, her breasts mashing against the back of her shoulders, flattening while the demon started to roll her hips. "Go on girl. Scream for me. Scream for him. Let him know exactly how you feel." She moaned huskily into the blonde's ear, and she started to thrust more earnestly again. Fresh tears streaked down Lux's face as the demon started to hammer her pussy. Those sharp claws never stopped teasing her folds and rubbing her clit, drilling pleasure into her even as that bloated fuckpole stretched her painfully wide. Her legs and arms too, ached from being pried so far apart. She was athletic and flexible, but being forced to do the splits for too long was torture on her hamstrings. Still, the demon's piston thrust back and forth, raking over her tender spots. She swore she could even feeling it changing inside of her. In small ways that made her unsure if she was just imagining it. A vein crept across its length and shifted to a different spot, a bump disappeared here and reappeared there. It was like her dick was changing shape to better fit her tunnel and make sure it hit delicate, pleasure-sensing nerves on every motion. Even as she did her best to deny the pleasure that was starting to wrack her body, Lux's body started to relax. Her muscles quivered, slowly starting to loosen up. The pain of being stretched so far was reduced, and each brutal punch to her cervix made her feel less winded. As the pain in her cunt started to dim, she was having to bite her lip that much harder to try and make up for it. Her toes and fingers both curled, sinking her nails into her palms, the light mage doing everything she could to hurt herself at this point, anything to deny that pleasure that was being forced upon her. Evelynn, of course, had no plans on letting Lux hide her 'joy'. Now that she'd narrowed in on the source of that pain, she would have it all. She would feast on her shame until Lux was a dehydrated fuckdrunk disaster if she had to. Bending and bracing her knees, Evelynn leaned further back and held Lux tightly to her chest, angling her to give Garen the best view possible of that bitchbreaker defiling his sister's cunt. Rolling her hips, she thrust faster, her dick making a disgusting sllrrch as Lux's pussy squelched around it. The bleeding had already stopped, most of it washed away in a tide of Lux's arousal, so all that remained was a translucent film of the girl's gushing juices coating Evelynn's cock. "Well, would you look at this, your whore of a sister sure seems to be enjoying herself." Evelynn teased, speaking loud enough for Garen to hear. "Seems my demon dick would agree with her, but then what mage could resist being fucked by a magic cock?" "MNNGHGH!" Garen screamed into his cotton gag, spittle flying from his mouth, only to spatter the light barrier in front of him. "No. No no no, please!" Lux pleaded, shaking her head wildly, refusing to meet Garen's eyes and trying to look in every direction at once except for at her brother. "I hate this! It hurts, please, someone, anyone! Help!" "Oh ho, you say that, but your pussy begs to differ. Just look at it," running her fingers over Lux's folds again, Evelynn licked the tears from her cheeks before turning her gaze to Garen, only to see he was looking away. "I said look at it!" The demon's voice suddenly turned harsh and raspy, carrying a strange echo that reverberated around them. Her hair flared like fire and her eyes glowed brighter, her horns sprouting in the blink of an eye. At the same time she finally let go of Lux's chest, only to harshly strike her tit with a sharp SMAK! The mage squealed in genuine pain and her shriek drew Garen's gaze. Immediately, Eve's horns vanished and her body returned to 'normal', a satisfied smile on her face. "That's better. I want you to look at this bitch's cunt. Look at it." Evelynn spoke the words with menace, her horns already peeking out from her brow once again, threatening harm on her captive if Garen didn't obey. So he did, with a face that burned with shame now instead of fury, he watched the demon splitting his sister's orifice open with her inhuman shaft, straining it far, far too wide. Evelynn caressed Lux's folds again, making them quiver at her touch, before brushing her claws along the length of her own shaft still halfway visible. She ran the nail of her index finger along that bulging tube along the bottom, the skin of her dick glistening and shimmering in the light emitted from the very cage Garen was encased within. "Look how wet she is. Tell me, does this look like the pussy of someone who's not having fun?" Dropping the poison from her voice, she effortlessly changed her tone to something more flirty and coy, smiling all the while. "No! Garen, don't listen to her. I don't- I don't- like this..." Lux stammered, the strain showing on her face from trying to suppress what her body was feeling. "Hmm, what was that I heard someone say earlier? Mages are all 'liars and wretches'?" Evelynn cooed, rolling her hips and sinking her dick deep enough to batter Lux's womb again. The demacian gasped and the demon clapped her hand against her breast once more, carressing it more gently this time, teasing the nipple with her thumb the same way her other hand did to her clit. "Not only is she lying..." Grinning wickedly, the demon withdrew her cock a couple inches, then started to grind, putting more pressure on a tender spot inside, while rubbing with both thumbs until at last Lux broke with a whimpering moan. "Nnaahn~!" "...But she's not even very good at it." Evelynn said with a laugh. The horrified look on Garen's face was priceless, as was the next cry she forced out of Lux with a gentle thrust of her hips. Squilch That demacian snatch was so sopping wet now, so primed and readied that the demon was finally able to start moving with impunity. Every roll of her hips slid that cock back and forth with ease, dragging along those walls and tugging at those folds. Sllrch Shlikk Shlukk "Don't you dare look away." Evelynn rasped when she saw Garen's eyes dart to the side. "Watch. Look how much she's enjoying this. Loving this." Giving Lux's breast one last slap, Evelynn raised her hand higher, cupping the girl's chin between her claws and forcibly turning her head towards her brother. Lux was still sobbing, her face a mess of snot and tears, but in between blubbering wails, every so often she'd let out a sharp gasp, the corners of her lips twitching upwards. "Naahn~!" Schlapp Plap Shlupp Pap Every thrust of Evelynn's hips saw them collide with Lux's backside, making her cheeks ripple from the impact. They clapped together, growing damp with sweat and adding the smack of wet skin on skin to the mix of lurid noises the two were making. The unwanted pleasure was loosening the girl's body up, letting Evelynn move with greater speed without detracting from that forced ecstasy. Droplets of Luxanna's arousal were splattering outwards, beads of it dribbling down the demon's shaft and dripping from her makeshift sack. A veritable spray of her gushing fluids were flinging forth, ensuring Garen could feel the wetness spattering his face through his iridescent prison. Pap Plap SMAK The stinging sound of Evelynn's pelvis colliding with Lux's ass only grew louder, the demon working herself into a frenzy. Her plump orbs swung back and forth, jostling from the force of her thrusts. Her blunt cockhead was beating on Lux's cervix, threatening to break down the doors while the demon forced the girl to gaze down at her brother. Demonic prenut was still oozing from her tip in abundance, not just adding to the sopping wet mess, but filling Lux's core with a disturbing heat. Eve's fluids spread along the walls of the demacian's entire tunnel as it smeared along the monster's length, making all that spongy tissue tingle with an unnatural warmth that soothed the muscles even as Evelynn forced them to strain. Shlopp Shlukk "He said mages were dangerous. How right he was, just look at him, trapped in a magical prison of your making." Evelynn rasped into her sobbing prey's ear, loud enough for both crownguards to hear. Fingers still stroking tenderly over her outer lips, she slowed her thrusts even as she started putting more power behind them, grinding against her victim's walls with every motion. Slik Sllch "He said mages would sell their souls for personal gain. So do it, give me your soul." Evelynn hummed, her shaft pulsating quicker in time with Lux's rising heartbeat. "Better yet, sell me his, surrender yourself to me and I will take you to the very peak of ecstasy." As she spoke, her lashers were tightening. Their tips were growing sharper. Inside of Lux, the demon's cock seemed to ripple, a pulse running from the base to the tip of it, and in its wake her pillar felt less yielding, its tip more pointed. Lux howled, her insides assaulted by sensations. She thrashed her head about and bucked her hips in a frenzy, trying to do anything to get away from that dick drilling her insides, but succeeding only in impaling herself back and forth upon it, adding to the impression she was enjoying herself. She could see the scowl on her brother's face growing deeper. Plap Slap Shlikk "So go on darling. Cum for me. Show your brother just how much fun you're having." Evelynn cooed. She was so close now. She could feel the way Lux's insides clenched and spasmed, the way she was thrashing about and unintentionally riding the demon's dick. She was so near to that most blissful high, which meant it was just about time for Evelynn to harvest her suffering. Her nails were elongating, her maw was growing wider, the flesh of her false face starting to tear around the cheeks, exposing ever more teeth as she readied herself for the kill. She spoke, and her voice rasped with an eerie echo. "Cum for me you depraved, magical whore. Cum for a demon. Cum!" Luxanna scrunched up her face. She clenched her jaw and grit her teeth. Every muscle in her body tensed and flexed. There was one last wet SMAK as the demon drove her cock home once more, and the mage threw her head back and screamed. "AaaaahhnnnNNNuuuoohhhnnn!" It was a loud, guttural moan that finally forced its way out of Lux's throat, her jaw dropping and lips gradually forming an O. Her entire body spasmed and convulsed, spine contorting to thrust her chest forward and ass backwards at the same time. Her pussy lips quivered around that demonic spire like they were trying to milk it, and a spray of her juices gushed out around Evelynn's monstrous length, a veritable stream of it squirting several feet forward and all over Garen's stunned face. "Hah! Seems like your sister's a squirter." Evelynn cackled, her voice echoing. The time to pluck her pretty flower had come. She'd brought her to the height of pleasure, now it was time for the fall into unending agony. Her nails sharpened in anticipation of the kill while still she taunted the siblings. "No denying that or- Ohhr- Ohhn~!" Evelynn's mocking tone rose an octave, her voice wavering and her eyes widening as Lux's pussy continued to quiver and the girl thrashed and howled on her dick. What- What was this? The demon hadn't even drawn the first drop of blood yet, but she was already awash in such deliriously ecstatic anguish. The sheer pain flowing through Lux's body for Evelynn to feed off of was something greater than she'd ever experienced, greater than she could ever have imagined. Gourmet dining didn't even begin to do justice to this delectable sensation, this deliciously horrendous agony. This-this wasn't simply fulfilling, it was... It was orgasmic. Evelynn's knees buckled and she stooped downwards. Her arms, her legs, her lashers, all of them trembled violently. It took every ounce of strength she could muster to keep from crumpling to the floor in a heap with her prey. Her jaw clenched, rivers of drool spilling through the gaps between her monstrous teeth and down her chin, splattering all over Lux's shoulder. Her golden eyes rolled up into her skull until her irises all but vanished into a sea of black. She grunted and gurgled, making sounds that were far from controlled and flirty, more akin to the snarling and whimpering of a copulating animal. Toes curled and musculature flexed, veins popping all over her body as she lost any sense of composure and beauty, becoming a horrifying mass of bony limbs and sinew. Hissing and howling, rather than sink her claws and fangs into Lux's frail body and shred her to ribbons, she just thrust and slammed the sobbing girl up and down her cock a few more times. Those pendulous, weighty orbs between the demon's thighs burbled and swelled, their mass nearly doubling, only to contract and pull upwards. The pulsating cum-vein that ran up the length of her shapeshifted cock suddenly swelled at the base, ballooning outwards as something pushed up the length, sliding upwards from her taut sack. Her 'balls' visibly shrank as seemingly three quarters of their mass started forcing its way up her shaft in one solid lump. It made that urethral vein bulge outwards grotesquely as something rolled and squeezed its way up the tube, working an inch further with every desperate thrust Evelynn made into Lux's body. After a couple inches, it suddenly became difficult to keep pistoning, that fist-sized lump battering up against the demacian mage's already straining pussy lips, but the now frenzied and desperate demon didn't let that stop her. Grunting and stamping a foot into the dirt, her body warped, the muscles in her hips and thighs becoming denser as she pushed and huffed and gnashed her teeth. Head tilting low, Lux stared down in abject horror through bleary, tear-stained eyes, and just thrashed her head from side to side in terror. Tears and snot streaking down her face, she blubbered and wailed as that engorged lump made her sex ache, turning red and raw from the stretch. "No, st-stop, please, please! No more! It hurts!" She wailed, as if her agonized cries would do anything but turn the demon on even more. Jaw dropping open and monstrously long tongue falling limply down her chin, Evelynn howled as she finally slammed that bulbous mass past those tender folds, that swollen mass now visible underneath Lux's skin as it continued its tortuous climb, crawling underneath the crownguard's flesh as it pushed further up the demon's dick. Finally reaching the crown of that monstrous cock, Evelynn scrunched up her face, squinting her eyes shut and baring even more teeth as her own body was made to strain. She was so overloaded in sensation that she lost control over her shapeshifting, her pulsating shaft tightening when she needed it to expand and loosen. It made the passage of that lump as difficult on her as it was on Lux. Slowly her cockhead started to widen as that goose egg sized mass forced its way into it. Her cumslit dilating, gushing rivers of oily white slime spilled forth, slickening Lux's insides. It made the girl spasm in pain, the fluid stinging like it was acidic. Bucking her hips once more, Evelynn jammed her distended urethra right up against her captive's cervix, just as that mass finally began to crest the strained orifice. A solid, black oval, narrower on one side and fatter on the other just like an actual egg pushed through the demon's cock. It shimmered like oil, its rounded 'tip' pressing forcefully against the entryway to Lux's womb. The girl thrashed, but the demon held her tight, her cock convulsing, rippling as it forced that lump through. That viscous, burning fluid somehow made the demacian's cervical opening more pliant, helping it, forcing it to stretch around that egg-shaped swell, though not without its fair share of pain. Lux screamed herself hoarse as it felt like the deflowered virgin was giving birth in reverse, womb opening up to accept that demonic payload. Then, just as that oily egg crested its widest point past the opening to her cervix, just as the screaming blonde's womb started to close around that obsidian mass, the entire lump rippled, its form turning gelatinous, and then bursting inside her womb like a bubble popping. It splattered every millimetre of her baby chamber in inky black sludge with the density and stickiness of tar. It filled every nook and cranny, burning with even more intensity than the demon's pearlescent slime had, leaving her feeling like her insides were being scalded. As if it wasn't bad enough, still more of that mucousy white grease continued to gush from the demon's now gaping cumslit, pouring directly into Lux's widened cervical opening. There was so much of it that each splurt was audible. Some of it overflowed right back out the way it came, rivers of demonic fuckbatter spilling down and out around that cunt-straining cock right before Garen's horrified eyes. Wads of sloppy, oily film just seeping out from his sister's distended cunt lips, spilling over Evelynn's balls and dropping to the ground in huge gobs. Far, far more still was being pumped into Lux's now blackened womb, filling that tiny chamber up, making it swell, her stomach expanding and cramping to contain it all. Infinitely more watery than the black gummy sludge, it mingled with the denser black tar, helping it to move, churning it all into an oily sludge that not even the demacian's ovaries were safe from, her fallopian tubes widening as that thick gunk was pushed through them to flood her egg chambers in Evelynn's demonic essence. Once Lux looked like she'd swallowed a watermelon, and the flow of demonic lubricant had slowed to a trickle seeping from the monster's yawning cumslit, Evelynn finally felt her faculties returning. Every part of her felt weak. Her limbs felt slack and numb, and her knees were shaking so much that they were swaying violently. Never in her long existence had she felt so utterly spent. Never had she felt so... satisfied. Her hunger, for the first time in what felt like ages, sated. Head wavering from side to side, her form reverted to that of an alluring femme, muscles and sharp edges softening, her demonic transformation halting and reverting once more into her most commonly preferred guise. Letting her arms and lashers both go limp, she let Luxanna simply fall out of her hands, landing in a heap on the floor. Her still distended cock slopped out of her as she fell, leaving the girl's pussy a gaping crater from which flowed a deluge of demonic semen. Spent cock softening, her still deformed shaft shrivelled, hanging limp between her legs, the widened slit still leaking a steady stream of drizzling oil to pool between her feet. Exhaling a deep sigh, Evelynn glanced down with wavering eyes to admire her handiwork. Lux huddled on the ground, curling up into the fetal position and clutching her hands over her face. She shivered, quietly sobbing, her insides burning, and her whimpering despair was like a cigarette in the afterglow for the demon. Sliding one set of claws up over her face and through her hair, she combed them through her flame-shaped mop of hair and moaned. That was utterly divine. "DEMON!" Jarred from her post-orgasmic bliss, Evelynn turned her head in the direction of Garen's booming and noticeably ungagged voice, only to see the man charging directly at her. The last lingering traces of Lux's binding light flickered and faded behind him as he tore across the cobblestone path straight at her, greatsword levelled, point aimed to run her through. His face, greased with a film of his own sister's orgasmic spray and the demon's oily spunk, was twisted into a visage of such reddened fury that he looked more than a little devilish himself. Evelynn was in no shape to fight. She was barely in any shape to even stand. Though force of habit insisted she slaughter her prey before leaving, her hunger was already satisfied. The murder could wait, it was time to leave. Shadows washing over her, Evelynn used what little strength remained to leap straight into the air, bending her knees and drawing them up to her chest. Garen roared at her, bringing his sword up over his shoulders to swing down and cleave her in two. With arms outstretched, Evelynn swung both lashers in a wide arc in front of her, like a swimmer doing the breaststroke. Striking with such speed that they were practically invisible, the twin bladed tendrils ricocheted off of Garen's plate mail and propelled the demon backwards just as his weapon came down, striking nothing where Evelynn had been less than a second ago. The demon backflipped as she soared through the air and into the shadows, instantly vanishing from sight as she melted into them. From the safety of the darkness, Evelynn watched the brutish knight stand there, peering unsuccessfully into the gloom for any sight of his quarry, but finding none. Though he still held the hilt of his weapon, his grip slackened, letting the tip of it fall to clatter against the stone. For long minutes he stood there, broad shoulders rising and falling as he heaved with pent up fury and nothing to release it upon. Slowly, he recollected himself, his features turning cold, eyes vanishing into the shadows of his own brow. Stone-faced, he turned to his sister, still mournfully sobbing and shuddering on the ground, and said nothing. There was another deafening boom, actual thunder this time. Dark splotches started to form all over the garden path as the rainfall finally reached the Crownguard estate. In mere moments, a drizzle became a downpour, drenching both the Crownguard siblings amidst the sizzling sound of rain striking the stone and yard all around them. Evelynn cackled, her demonic echo ringing in their ears even over the sound of rain and thunder. *************************************************** "Hahn- Haah- Hnngh-" Evelynn gasped for breath as she drunkenly stumbled into an alleyway. Rainwater streaked down her cheeks, while even her ordinarily perfectly coifed hair was drenched and flattened to her scalp, damp locks hanging over her face and giving her bangs. Slumping to the side, she threw her palm out and slapped the marble wall to brace herself. Her chest was heaving as she twisted herself around to lean her back against the stone for support. This- this was new. She'd never been so out of breath before, never felt so... satisfied. Head tilting back, she let the rain fall into her face while staring up at the sky with manic glee in her eyes. Both hands trembling as she raised them up, running her palms over her cheeks and sliding long nails through her mop of hair. As her fingers briefly passed over her lips, she realized they were twisted into a grin the likes of which she hadn't worn since her first feast. Wide and ecstatic, toothy and ravenous. Though the false dick was gone, crotch shape shifted smooth and sleek once more, she still felt a pulsing in her loins, an excitement that wracked her body. What- what even was that that had quenched her cravings so? She hadn't even murdered anyone, had barely even drawn blood, and yet she felt more fulfilled than an entire evening's worth of unrestrained murderlust. And yet... this sensation of fullness would fade, and her hunger would return. It always returned. When it did, would she be satisfied with the same bloodshed as always? After tasting a pain so sublime, could she go back to the bland dregs that already struggled to sustain her? "Hmhmhmhmmh~" The demon let out a soft, instinctively flirty chuckle, one that rose in volume until her cackling laughter could even be heard over the rain by strangers who passed by the alleyway beneath their umbrellas. A few glanced in the direction of the darkened path, but none dared to tread inside that shadowed crevice even as Evelynn's laughter grew louder and more deranged. She would delight in this pain again. She would find someone who could make her feel like this, even if she had to rip every last demacian apart to do it. "Miss, is-is everything okay here?" The sound of a man's voice jarred Evelynn from her deranged reverie, and she turned her head to see the gaunt face of a local constable peering into the shadows of the alleyway with a lantern in hand. The light fell over the demon's face, and she licked her lips hungrily while eyeing the man up and down. There was a slight rumble in her belly. Even after that meal she had, there was always room for dessert, she supposed. Curling her lips into a coy smile, her eyes took on a hazy pink glow while she retreated deeper into the darkness, crooking one finger to gesture for the officer to follow. He audibly gulped before doing so. The crowds outside the alley thinned, and soon died down to nothing as people retreated into their homes to hide from the rain. That's when the screaming started.

Chapter 3 - Geno-type pt. 3

            Tyler swaggered off to the shower stalls and flung his towel over the side wall. He hesitated for a moment. He was starting to develop some exhibitionist tendencies, and he really wanted to keep the curtain open. He wanted to see how many people would watch him as he stood there under the warm stream lathering up each and every long inch of his body. As much as he wanted to give everyone a show they were sure to remember, he also wanted to take stock of his most recent growth spurt. He himself hadn’t even really seen the whole thing. All he knew was that the rate of growth was faster than the rate at which he was lowering the towel in his little striptease.             Tyler closed the curtain behind him and he could hear some audible murmurs of disappointment from behind him. Getting quite the fan club, aren’t you? He thought to himself with a smirk. Somewhere in the back of his mind he felt a dark urge rising. An urge to give them a show they will never forget, but he quickly stifled it. He still hadn’t had the chance to let Jake in on his “little” secret yet. He couldn’t wait to see the look on his face.             Tyler turned on the shower and cranked the heat. He loved a good hot shower. He washed his hair, and then quickly began to lather up and rinse off his body. When it came time to polish the lower horn he took his time, though. He surveyed his now massive tool. He had no idea how long it really was, but it dangled over halfway down his thigh. He had to struggle to keep from laughing. This was just too great to be true. He picked up his cock with both hands and felt its weight. He had his dick draped across both of his open palms and there was still plenty left over on each end to lazily droop down a few inches. It wasn’t just long either. His shaft had to be at least as thick as a can of coke.             Next he checked on his balls. His nuts were amazingly huge now. Each one dangled several inches lower than they ever had before. In order to get a better feel for their size he grabbed one and gave it a light squeeze as he held on to it. Even though they were many times their original size they were just as spongy as ever. Each one was roughly the size of an orange now. There is no way he could hold both in just one hand. He stood there for a minute, a ball in each hand as he shifted his weight back and forth. He raised and lowered each hand in alternating rhythms as if he was balancing the two weights against each other.             Tyler was lost in the feeling. Having a cock and balls that were at least three times their original size also amplified the sensation. He could feel a familiar pressure building up in his dick. Is skin was becoming much more sensitive to the touch. Each pellet of warm water felt like a tiny finger working his shaft. He had been hovering close to a semi since his little stage act on the bench. Now his monster was really springing to life. Some rational part of his mind wanted to fight it. He was still at school after all, and there were so many people who could see him. The partitions in between each little shower were only like five feet high. Anyone could easily look over and see what he was up to.             In spite of the risk, or even possibly because of the risk, Tyler could not hold back. By this point he was almost fully erect. His cock was pointed almost straight out in front of him, bobbing up and down. His dick had always pointed straight up when he was hard, but now it had to fight a much tougher war with the forces of gravity. Despite this it steadily angled farther and farther upwards. He decided to help it along a little. He grabbed his rock hard cock at the base of the shaft. One hand above the other, almost as if he was holding a baseball bat. It was so thick he couldn’t even completely wrap his hand around it. Once it was fully pointed upwards Tyler noticed that the tip of his cock head reached a few inches above his belly button.             Tyler began to pump up and down in a steady, rhythmic fashion. Since he was uncut the skin around the top of his penis massaged the tip for him as it rolled back and forth across the glans like the tide on the beach. He began to dribble pre faster and faster. The smell was more powerful than he could have imagined. It was salty. It was bitter. It was astringent. He could feel the pressure building up in his now hefty orbs. His legs began to feel unsteady. He quickly turned and leaned back against on of the partitions. He reluctantly pulled his left hand off his dick and put it up to his mouth in order to muffle his moans. He moved his right hand up over the tip and let the pre coat his palm. It wasn’t long before his hand was completely covered. Now that his hand was suitably lubricated he pushed the skin down from around the head and moved his palm across the top in a circular motion.             Tyler’s abs began to tighten, his hips began to buck, his balls were pulling upwards as his whole body braced for what was sure to be the biggest orgasm he had ever had. He could feel it. It was time. He quickly slid his hand down from the tip and let nature take its course. He came hard; again and again. Each shot fired straight up in steady bursts. Each stream lasted for a good second or two to itself, and he fired several streams. He tried to count the shots, but after about five or six it became impossible to do so. The pleasure was so great that his mind was fogging up. His eyes rolled back in his head and he felt like he his brain was set to a channel that didn’t pick up a signal; just snow.             A few of the shot hit him square in the face, but most of them fire upwards towards the ceiling. The ceiling in the locker room was a good twelve feet up, and many of the bursts managed to hit it. Many others arced upwards and then came splashing back down. He was being showered in his own semen. It landed all over him; in his hair, on his chest, all up and down his arms and legs. When his finally stopped cumming he let himself slide down the wall, and he just sat there in the shower stall laughing silently to himself.                 He was sitting in a pool of his own spunk probably an inch deep. The drain became stopped up early on, and now the excess water was overflowing into neighboring stalls. His balls ached, but still felt so good. His dick was now completely soft and it laid slung out in front of him, soaking in his juices. Tyler closed his eyes and turned his face upward. He continued to laugh silently to himself as the warm shower water and the jizz dripping off the roof continued to rain down on him. 

Chapter 4 - Command: Rape

Tags: [Futa/F] [Rape] [Reluctant] [Rough] [Violence] [Long] [Weirdness] [Robot] [Mind-Control] [Pain] [Blood] [Electricity (I swear there's a specific name for this, I don't know what it is)] The flickering light of blazing flames reflected in LeBlanc's eyes, staring in awe at the raging woman coming her way. Like a deer in the headlights, she felt paralyzed, unable to look away from her impending doom. Shyvana's tail trailed behind her, the armoured plates making up her armour occasionally clanking together as she raced towards her prey. Normally singularly focused on victory through combat, her encounter with that fiery noxian was proving quite the distraction. The halfling was lucky if she could release her pent-up need once every few months. It wasn't unusual for her to even go whole years without release. To finally sate her desires here and now of all places, the rush of orgasm mingling with the thrill of battle... She couldn't get it off her mind. Her distraction made her sloppy, and she couldn't believe she'd allowed the sorceress to lead her around for so long like a kite on a string. But now her companions were lost, and the poor mage was all alone, helpless, naked... Her form so nubile... Again Shyvana found her thoughts turning towards sex. Despite the massive amount of cum she'd already pumped into Katarina's body, the randy half-dragon found herself already craving more. Tending to her needs was so rare, her mind and body were already conditioned to pounce on any opportunity that arose. And here stood LeBlanc, already stripped bare and powerless to resist. Pale, milky skin called out to her, begging to be ravaged, left flushed red with exertion and lovemarks. Shyvana snarled as she drew close enough to reach out and grasp the sorceress by the collar. The sound jolted LeBlanc as if from a trance. Crying out in fright, she cast Distortion again, vanishing in a flurry of lights to reappear a few feet away. The draconic woman growled, left standing with just LeBlanc's cape clutched between her claws. Not this again. Her near capture seemed to renew the witch's drive to escape, and she was quickly on the move again. Now without even her cloak to shield herself, there was nothing to obscure the perfect view of her ass to her pursuer. Though still slender and fit, her reliance on magic over muscle left LeBlanc's body a tad squishier than Katarina's, and Shyvana found herself salivating at the thought of plowing that cushy-looking behind, watching it shake with each step. Gritting her teeth, LeBlanc pushed herself to her limits, cursing on occasion when her view would be obscured by the floating blue stones rotating around her... The golem's magic-augmenting enchantment.. Her eyes widened, as though only just noticing the detail for the first time. Fuck! Cursing her own forgetfulness, her mind was already racing. She'd held back against the dragon, worried about depleting her mana, when she could've tapped into the nearly boundless magical reserves contained within the stones. Certainly by now the enchantment's duration would be nearing its end, but there might still be time to tilt things in her favour. A plan already formed in her devious mind, LeBlanc waited for the more athletic woman to catch up. Biding her time until she could feel the flames nipping at her feet, the half-dragon's hand outstretched to grab hold of her again. Certain that she had the half-breed right where she wanted, she drew mana from the floating rocks to unleash every spell she knew in quick succession. Whirling around to face her enemy, she swung her staff, launching a powerful blast of arcane energy that staggered her armoured foe and left a magical sigil engraved upon her chest. With a delighted smirk, she vanished in another display of flashing lights, this time appearing behind Shyvana in the blink of an eye. The sudden burst of magic startled Shyvana, and she stumbled as a small explosion of magical energy rocked the ground near where the sorceress teleported to. Before the demi-human had time to process what had just happened, the arcane symbol LeBlanc's first spell had left upon her breastplate triggered, bursting with all the force of a gunshot to her armoured chest. The wind knocked from her lungs, Shyvana hissed silently. Split second reaction time was all that saved her from the magician's next spell, diving out of the way to avoid the magically binding chains LeBlanc conjured from thin air to throw at her. Catching herself on all fours, the half-dragon launched herself at the sorceress, hoping to catch her with her superior speed before she could attack again, but the slippery witch vanished, teleporting back behind her once more. In the time it took to stall her momentum and turn back around, LeBlanc had already struck her with another burst of magic, marking her torso with a second sigil. Staff gripped tightly with both hands, the sorceress sneered, channeling all of her magic through it. Shyvana hadn't even recovered from the first blast when LeBlanc fired another, striking the draconian woman with all her arcane might. Just like the first, the symbol left upon Shyvana's chest triggered simultaneously, the double impact staggering her. LeBlanc heaved a sigh, a bit of sweat rolling down her brow. It was always underestimated what kind of a toll such heavy use of magic could take on a person, and she was more than a little winded herself. Still, no one ever survived an onslaught like that. The mage grinned confidently. Any moment now, the beaten warrior would collapse to the ground. Any second now... She wasn't falling. Why wasn't she falling?! LeBlanc's proud sneer soon melted away. The half-dragon's armour was cracked and dented, steam rising up from the gaps, but she remained standing, glaring at LeBlanc with eyes alight with fury, her orange pools flickering like embers. Clutching a gauntleted hand to her battered chest, Shyvana took a stumbling step forward, as if barely staying upright... Then took off at full speed, charging straight at the witch as though completely unharmed. She was a force of nature, the draconic embodiment of rage itself, and she would not be deterred so easily. LeBlanc screamed, waving her staff in a panic, but too slowly. The half-dragon pounced, barreling into her at full force. At the moment of collision, the sorceress disappeared in a puff of orange smoke. Shyvana growled, her vision momentarily obscured by the blinding fumes. Though she couldn't SEE the witch, she still felt the thud as her body collided with another, her armour clattering together loudly as they fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs. Not about to let the bitch get away from her again, Shyvana thrashed, reaching out for anything to grab hold of. A smokescreen was the work of amateurs, and no simple sleight of hand would fool her. Grinning wickedly as one clawed hand wrapped around a bare ankle, the halfling gripped tight and pulled, dragging her unseen prey back as she struggled to her feet and tried to flee. "I've got you now!" She bellowed, shaking her claw to keep the mage unbalanced. "Let's see you try and slip away now!" LeBlanc screamed and struggled, trying to pry her leg free of the bestial woman, but Shyvana wouldn't allow it. She yanked the mage's leg out from under her, bringing her back down to the ground and crawling overtop of her to pin the squirming witch down. Clawed fingertips quickly found their way to LeBlanc's wrist, digging into her flesh painfully, forcing her to let go of that pesky stave of hers. Deftly kicking it away, she was left disarmed of both weapon and magic, leaving her completely at the half-dragon's mercy. A lascivious grin painting her features, Shyvana grasped hold of LeBlanc's hair and shoved her face forcefully into the dirt. "Where are your tricks now, witch?" She spat. The smoke was clearing quickly, leaving the nude magician bare for the world to see. The glowing runic stones that had circled her were gone too, their duration expiring, Shyvana figured. The inhuman woman gleefully leaned into her captive, her stiff armour pressing into her back, feeling like hot irons against her pale skin. The flames that had burned so hotly around the half-dragon cooled quickly, flickering out lest she incinerate her newest bitch. LeBlanc scowled, her eyes trained on her weapon, just beyond her reach. She stretched a hand out towards it, fingers trembling, but Shyvana was quick to tighten her hold and slam the woman's arms against the ground. "Aww, what's the matter? Can't you cast spells without your little toy?" Her ashen lips hovered near LeBlanc's ear, hissing softly. "Don't fret, I'll be giving you a much better staff to play with soon." The half-dragon cackled, and, despite the warm weight against her, LeBlanc felt a shiver run down her spine. "Disgusting beast, get off of me!" She squirmed and rocked back and forth, but couldn't dislodge the stronger fighter. Keeping the sorceress's head held down with one hand, she lifted the other to her mouth. Gripping the edge of her gauntlet between sharp fangs, she wiggled her claws out of it and cast it aside. Then she switched hands and did it again. LeBlanc heard the metal gloves clatter against the ground, and could only wonder what she was up to. Everytime she tried to twist her head or reach for her stave, the half-dragon just slammed her face harder into the dirt. "What are you doing?! If you're planning to kill me, I suggest you hurry up, or I'll make you regret toying with me!" Shyvana laughed heartily, running her calloused hand down the mage's side, revelling in how smooth and soft her skin felt. So delicate and pale, like a porcelain doll. "Well, you're hardly in a position to be giving commands now." Shyvana said, a smug tone to her voice. "Considering how much trouble you were to catch, I have every intention of taking the time to savour this victory." Again, LeBlanc felt a shiver course through her as the dragon's long nails gingerly traced the curve of her hips, the swell of her ass. She grit her teeth, preparing herself for the moment those sharp claws would carve into her flesh, a moment that never came. Gliding across her milky thighs with practiced caution, bladed fingertips moved to her lower belly, gently lifting to expose more of the magician's curvy behind to the grinding of Shyvana's armoured pelvis. LeBlanc fumed. Bent over and shoved in the dirt, could there be anything more humiliating she could do to her? If she didn't know better, she would've swore the halfling was trying to cop a feel. She felt the weight against her back lessen, Shyvana shifting into a kneel while her palm continued to run across the mage's smooth bottom. A wide grin spreading across her face, the half-dragon's fingers slowly made their way lower, sliding between her thighs and brushing past the sorcerer's slit. "H-hey! Wh-what the hell are you doing back there?!" LeBlanc stuttered. She wiggled her hips and struggled, but Shyvana still wasn't letting her lift her head. Gingerly trailing her index finger along the pale beauty's labia, she tease her netherlips. LeBlanc's pleasant gasps spurred her on, letting the tip of her nail graze the witch's clit. She kept toying with the mage's sensitive folds, coaxing more soft moans from her. The sounds were almost cute, and Shyvana felt her shaft thud against the inside of her armour. The sorceress squirmed, a deep red flush marring her features. This felt... Good... She couldn't deny that, but she still didn't like the idea of something as sharp as the dragon's nails so close to something so sensitive. Fists clenched, she grit her teeth, expecting pain any second, and instead she was greeted by a constant stream of pleasure. Shyvana nearly laughed. She didn't even need to hold her captive down. Her hips were practically pushing back to meet her, the squirming wizard having no clue how to react to her advances. She kept her rubbing gentle, coaxing a trickle of arousal from LeBlanc. Unlike with Katarina, there was no one around who could possibly interrupt them this time, so she intended to tease her a little. There'd still be plenty of time to take her as hard as she pleased after. One of the half-dragon's digits probed inside of LeBlanc's suddenly damp sex, making her cry out. She had figured the dragon would murder her, or torture her first, but this... She wasn't prepared for this. It burned her that this filthy demacian creature would dare touch her pristine form uninvited, though at least it was intelligent enough to recognize that her pleasure was clearly more important. The more she thought about it, the more LeBlanc wanted to laugh. Surrounded by such bland and uptight prudes such as those that dwelt within Demacia, Shyvana had probably never even seen someone as desireable as herself before. The poor uncouth fool was probably blinded and overwhelmed by such a perfect reflection of beauty. When she thought about it that way, LeBlanc was almost eager to let her continue. If nothing else, she wasn't unused to having her body serve as a distraction while she plotted her next move. The stronger woman leaned overtop of the caster again, the hand she'd used to pin her down so forcefully now gripping her shoulders to hold her steady. Reaching her finger as deep as she could, Shyvana explored for the witch's weak spots, tickling her insides and watching her squirm and fidget. Soon she added a couple more, making a slick squishing sound as she buried them up to the knuckle in LeBlanc's drooling snatch. The sorceress clenched, her muscles gripping the half-dragon's digits tightly. "My my, such naughty sounds you're making." Shyvana whispered into LeBlanc's ear, pausing to nibble on the edge of it. "Are all noxian women so loose? You take some of the fun out of it when you don't fight back." She slid her hand back til just the tips of her fingers remained to tease the mage, holding her so she could feel up her bubbly behind with her palm at the same time. LeBlanc whimpered and pushed back into her hand, wanting her to reach deeper again. She was shameless in her want, and Shyvana was happy to oblige, reaching deeper again until she heard the mage moaning with lust. "Why would I resist, -aaahh!- when you're so eager to please your aaahhbvious superior." Though broken up by moans, LeBlanc kept her speech haughty and arrogant, despite her position. "Hmm, is that what you think?" Shyvana laughed, tugging at LeBlanc's ear with her teeth. "I'm just getting you ready my dear, wouldn't want to break my new toy before I had the chance to play with it properly." "What's that supposed to mean?" The sorceress inquired, but Shyvana didn't respond. Both sets of claws fondled the witch's backside, giving each cheek a playful slap while she knelt behind her prone form. LeBlanc wiggled her body curiously, wondering why the other woman had stopped fingering her. She got her answer quickly enough when her nethers were greeted by Shyvana's tongue. Pushing LeBlanc's rear higher, Shyvana pressed their lips together in a lewd 'kiss'. She teased at the soceress's folds with light nibbles and slathered her tongue across her opening, tasting her feminine fluids and encouraging more. Longer and thicker than a normal human's but tapering off towards the forked tip of it, Shyvana pushed her tongue inside the noxian's damp cavern, parting her folds while she explored even deeper than her fingers had reached. It slithered like a fat worm, tunneling inside the sorceress and wracking her body with bliss. "Oh... Ooohh!" LeBlanc howled. Bracing herself, she pushed back to meet the thick organ spearing her sweet honeypot. Her internal walls clamped down, trying to grip it, but it was too slick. It drilled deeper, writhing and grinding into her insides, prodding every spot her fingers had found made the sorceress squeal. The witch's cream gushed, spilling into Shyvana's open mouth and running down her throat. The half-dragon purred, relishing the tangy taste, her moans sending her tongue reverberating inside LeBlanc's drooling snatch. Claws lightly dug into that smooth bottom, pale skin so pliant under her firm grip. Spreading her luscious cheeks further apart, the statuesque shemale mashed lips together, kissing the mage's nethers passionately while thrusting her tongue deeper. Nose buried in the woman's taint, rubbing across it while she slathered LeBlanc's insides with spit, her mouth flooded with the indigo-haired beauty's arousal in exchange. It didn't take long at all to turn LeBlanc's box into a sopping wet mess, squelching loudly each time Shyvana crammed her tongue into it. Laying her head down on the ground, the magician dug her nails into the dirt and did nothing to hold back her ecstatic moans. Her eyes rolled up into her skull, and her tongue practically hung from her mouth like a dog. She shook her hips, grinding her pelvis into Shyvana's face eagerly, letting her guzzle girl cum to her heart's content. The half-dragon's tongue corkscrewed and twisted, leaving not an inch of LeBlanc's cunt unattended to. It pressed against her walls and probed until it was nearly tickling her cervix before Shyvana finally pulled it out with a lengthy schluuurp. "Hey!" LeBlanc gasped. "Don't stop now! I was almost theeeeaaaaaarrrre!" Shyvana dipped a bit lower, quickly tracking down the mage's love button and giving it a kiss, letting LeBlanc interrupt herself with a decadent wail. "Mnn, such a filthy little slut." Shyvana chuckled darkly, sucking on the witch's delicate little pearl and flicking it with her tongue. She attacked the magician's clit with the same enthusiasm as the damp little hole she was so eager to ream, while her hands worked to unfasten the armour plating around her thighs and waist. Her aching staff was striking the inside of the scarlet mail so hard she could hear the metal ringing. "Oh, like youuuuu'rrrrre one to talk, such an eeeaaaager muff diverrrrrr..." LeBlanc groaned. So close, so close, almost there... Her breathing sped up, as did the steady stream of girl cum soaking her inner thighs. Just... A bit... More... Again Shyvana stopped and LeBlanc bellowed. "No, not now! Keep going you stupid brute! I'm right on the edge!" With a fierce scowl, she grit her teeth and kicked one of her legs out. The half-dragon caught it easily by the ankle and deftly flipped her over onto her back. Though she was kneeling, the amazonian proportioned woman towered over the sorceress, and only now, looking up at the stronger fighter, did she see the draconian rod jutting erect from her crotch. Shyvana grinned and slipped her hands beneath the noxian's bottom. "What did I say bitch? I wasn't doing that for you." She let out a cruel, barking laugh, digging her nails into LeBlanc's flesh deep enough to make her scream and hoisting her up into the air. "Can't go tearing open my new cocksleeve before I've had the chance to break it in. A little preparation here and there'll let you last at least two, maybe three extra rounds before your sloppy cunt gets too worn out to enjoy." Holding her captive by the ass, Shyvana wavered as she rose up on her feet, trying to gain leverage. The mage struggled and kicked with her legs, trying to throw off their balance and conveniently spreading her thighs for the warrior. The half-dragon stumbled forward, slamming LeBlanc's back into a tree. "Aaagh!" The witch cried out, and Shyvana hissed. Her shemale dick pointed upright, it ground against the frail looking woman's slit. The stiff ridges lining it sawing back and forth against her sex, smearing her cream along the underside of her pole. Acting on instinct, LeBlanc placed her hands atop Shyvana's shoulders, who grinned in approval. "Well, you wanted more, did you not?" She growled. The disgusted look of indignation of LeBlanc's face made this all the sweeter. "Well you're about to get your wish." LeBlanc opened her mouth to curse, but found it suddenly full. The half-dragon lunged forward, lips pressing together in a fierce kiss. "Mmnnph! Nnh!" The mage's tongue thrashed about while she tried to speak. It was soon met by Shyvana's much larger one, the aggressive fighter stuffing LeBlanc's mouth with the slimy organ. It wrestled and pinned the human's down while it explored, licking at her gums and probing the insides of her cheeks, pushing them outwards. The witch struggled and turned her head, but Shyvana adjusted at every twist, not letting her break the kiss. Her tongue thrusting to the back of her throat and pulling back with a schluurp, letting the mage taste herself as her cream mixed with saliva rolled off the pink appendage and pooled on her tongue. Even while she wrestled LeBlanc's sharp tongue into submission, Shyvana was grinding their bodies together incessantly. The deceitful magician's bare breasts were mashed roughly against the demacian's breastplate, squished against the hard, hot metal. Claws kept squeezing at her ass cheeks and thighs, manoeuvring her legs into position so that she wouldn't be able to move them in any way save to wrap them around the half-dragon's torso. Shyvana's inhuman cock continued to rub across her prey's slit, keeping her wet and aroused despite her struggles. The ridges that encircled it, designed to scoop out the seed of her competitors, also made the most wonderful little stimulators. Rubbing at her netherlips while the crown pressed against her clitoris repeatedly. Shyvana could barely contain herself any longer. Every moment she spent teasing this little wench was torturing herself tenfold. The urge to plumb her depths overwhelmed her, and she decided she'd held back long enough. Hiking her fuck puppet a couple inches higher, tree bark scraping uncomfortably against her spine, she stood up on her toes and aligned the pointed tip of her staff with LeBlanc's sticky honeypot. The witch twisted her head, screams still muffled by Shyvana's tongue. The woman's netherlips kissed the head of the dragon's dick, and the last of her restraint vanished. Snarling like a beast, she dropped the mage onto her cock, spearing her in one swift motion. Glistening folds parted and stretched, spread by the half-dragon's throbbing tool. It shot upward through the fair-skinned beauty's love canal, the bumps that lined it chafing the woman's insides. A deep moan rumbled in Shyvana's throat, while LeBlanc's eyes bulged out of their sockets. That needy length sinking into her depths with enough force to wind her, Shyvana's warm breath the only air to replace it. Their tongues still slapping together wetly, the schlucking sound simultaneously repulsing LeBlanc while arousing the brutish halfling. Shyvana steadied her grip, kneading the illusionist's buttocks in her palms. A full foot of dragon cock buried inside of her, the outline of it visibly stretched the magician's flat, supple belly. It felt like her innards were being rearranged to accommodate it, pointy cockhead kissed by the opening to her womb. The warrior growled into the lewd embrace, and slowly her dragonhood retracted from the soft cavern it had claimed. When only the crown remained, she thrust forward, slamming LeBlanc back into the tree while battering her cervix. Mud shifted beneath her boots, her heels indenting the ground as the half-dragon savoured her conquest. Her hips were forceful and swift, skin slapping against skin with each aggressive shove. She kept her tongue crammed down the mage's throat to keep her from running her mouth until even the half-dragon found herself struggling to breathe. Her breath quickened and she broke the kiss, panting while she pummeled her sopping wet sex. Her voice no longer muted, LeBlanc tilted her head back and screamed aloud. Her hair tussled and bobbing in time with her body, bouncing in the dragon's hold. Her hands tightened, scratching Shyvana's armour with the same musical intonation of nails on chalk. Each thrust made her wince, coarse bark scraping her back. Her knees bent, legs locking around Shyvana's waist as she continued to drive her heated prick into LeBlanc's core. Sweat glistened on both champions' skin, the cool spring breeze negated by the heat that was practically radiating from the half-dragon's body and the exhertion from the primal act. It made her hair cling to her skin and rolled down the magician's brow to sting her eyes, while her aggressor developed a bright sheen all over her ashen form. Still mostly armoured, it was even worse for Shyvana, gathering beneath her chestplate and streaming into her cleavage. The tail-like appendage at the back of her helm flicked to and fro, tip-toeing the line between decorative apparel and an actual part of her body. The oak made a dull thud each time the pale woman was slammed into it. It shook with each forceful thrust, its branches stirring and loosing leaves occasionally from its canopy. Hips a blur of movement, Shyvana attacked her lovedoll's lips again, nipping at the bottom one aggressively. To let her passions run wild and sate the primal need that burned within, the half-dragon wished so dearly that she could do this more often. Her status as an outcast, even despite her close friendship with the crown prince of Demacia, made this an impossibility. And so she planned to savour each and every second that she spent with this indigo-haired jewel. She'd ravage the noxian wench to her heart's content, and leave her so broken and listless that she'd effectively be defeated in combat. It was win-win. Despite the brutal affair, LeBlanc screams were distinctly ecstatic. Shrill moans of bliss punctuated every breath. Though she was stretched near the breaking point and repeatedly crushed against the hard wood, the half-dragon left her fulfilled in a way that she so rarely was, especially on the Fields of Justice, where she could usually expect penetration to be more literal and bloody. She wondered if she would've been envious, to have possibly missed out on such a euphoric ravashing. Soft, pliable muscles squeezed as best they could, only to be forced apart. Shyvana's needy girlcock spread her so wonderfully, sliding in deceptively easily, only for its ridges to scrape at her sensitive nerves on the way back out. Her muscles spasmed and clenched, resisting its exit, only for the mage to croon as it speared her again. The half-dragon's firm butt cheeks clinched together as she drove herself forward with every ounce of strength in her muscular form, her scaled testicles swinging forth and occasionally smacking LeBlanc's ass if she pulled her down hard enough to greet her cock. Her sac churned with her draconic essence. Despite the titanic quantity of cum she'd already pumped into her earlier catch, she was already pent-up with need once more. Her mythical heritage gave her unnatural stamina and volume, which only served to add to the frustration of breeding so infrequently, when her biology practically demanded satisfaction several times a day. She channeled her displeasure into rage, fueling her battlelust and driving her to fight excessively to make up for her intimate shortcomings, which only served to leave her feeling even more bottled-up, as she left herself without even the time for self-pleasure, feeding a vicious cycle of fury and bloody combat. And it ensured that she could copulate for an entire day and still not completely sate her sexual appetite. Between the heat, the horns, and the strength, LeBlanc felt like she was being defiled by a demon, and she was loving every second of it. Who'd have thought a demacian of all people could be so brutish and forceful? Such a prim, proper people, always putting on such a moral face, she always imagined sex with one would be like trying to fuck a plank of wood. She made a mental note to keep some demacians alive for entertainment purposes, after she took control of Noxus and crushed its enemies beneath her heel. Noxians respected power, and there was nothing but contained in Shyvana's brutal lovemaking. Her pelvis was sure to be left bruised, her back scratched up and red, and her ass lined with light cuts and claw marks. All in all a pretty good fuck, the mage thought. Unlike Katarina, born and raised in nobility, she had no qualms expressing her enjoyment with passionate moans. As she got into the rhythm, she even managed to time things so that she could push back against the half-dragon each time she dragged the witch down onto her waiting prick, slamming it even harder into her beaten tunnel. There was a perverted squish each time, her gushing juices spilling out on penetration, and even more pulled outwards when Shyvana retreated, clinging to the ribs along her hardened length. Legs locked around her rapist's waist, if it could even be called rape at this point, LeBlanc wrapped her arms around her neck and pulled their bodies tighter together. Her pink areolas ground roughly against the warrior's plate mail, her bosom uncomfortably flattened by the sturdy metal. Each time she was impaled, Shyvana could feel her own shaft against her flexed abs, separated only by LeBlanc's distended stomach. She didn't question how eagerly, or easily, the mage's pussy managed to swallow her pole, only relishing in the exquisite feel of her vaginal walls gripping her shaft so snugly. The slick juices flowing down her length dripped from her overfilled balls, muddying the dirt at her feet. “Yeah... Yeah... That's it... Harder!” LeBlanc's gasping voice caught Shyvana off guard. While it was clear that she was enjoying herself almost as much as the half-dragon, she hadn't expected the mage to admit it so readily. “Come on... Fuck me!” Her voice grew more shrill with each passing second, her orgasm nearing under the steady pounding. “If you insist...” Shyvana's voice was just as ragged. She pressed her lips to the magician's throat, peppering her supple skin with rough kisses. Nibbling and sucking on her flesh, she left dark, bruising love bites in her wake. LeBlanc tilted her head to the side, exposing even more of her neck to the half-dragon's amorous advances. That slimy tongue quickly going to work again, leaving a trail of spit behind while it was drug up and down her skin. Leaning LeBlanc's full weight against the tree, Shyvana moved her hands to grip the oak instead, letting her dig her sharp talons into the bark of it as viciously as she desired, without turning her cocksleeve into a bloody mess. She didn't slow her movements in the slightest, continuing to batter the witch, plugging her hole again and again. Her insides were so soft, so malleable, they contrasted so sharply with the half-dragon's spire of flesh. As hard and unbending as steel. Yet, as soft and wet as her innards were, they could still grip so firmly, squeezing and stroking Shyvana's stiff rod. Each rib ground and scraped away at the woman's g-spot, stroking it multiple times with each thrust, while the tip jabbed at her cervix, demanding entry to better inseminate the eggs inside. “Yes... Yes yes yes yes...” LeBlanc shrieked. “More! Almost... Almost theeeeere!” The air around them reeked of sweat. The wet smacking of their hips echoing between the trees. Certainly, the magician's slick tunnel was hot, but it felt cool inside compared to the searing heat of Shyvana's hot, iron-hard length. The width of it ensure not an inch of LeBlanc's interior went unscratched, unmolested by those knobby ridges or the tapered crown itself. A hand crept low, fingers scrabbling for a gap in Shyvana's armour, somewhere to hold onto as her body was jerked about by the onslaught, while the other crept up the back of the half-dragon's head. It grabbed at one massive horn, using it for a desperate handlebar to steady herself with. Shyvana growled ferociously. She was so close herself, so near to release. Mouth agape, fangs bared, she dug her teeth into LeBlanc's shoulderblade, gripping her like an alpha wolf would claim its bitch. The witch howled in fresh pain, and the half-dragon's blood tasted the slightest hint of coppery blood from where her sharp teeth broke the skin. The vicious rutting continued, nailing the mage even harder if that was possible. She would peak soon... So very soon. But she was determined to push the sorceress over the edge first, to leave her a screaming, orgasming wreck begging for more, pleading for the half-dragon to seed her. Pre-cum bubbled and oozed from her tip in great globs, spitting inside of the fertile woman. It mingled with LeBlanc's free-flowing juices, slicking the dragon's pole and turning her cunt into a frothy, bubbly mess. Off-white liquid foaming around her speared entrance. Suddenly, LeBlanc's face twisted. It became first a look of discomfort, eyes squeezed shut and chewing on her bottom lip, then one of panic. Her eyelids flung open and her boots tapped at Shyvana's back, as if urging her on faster. “So close... Come on... Faster... Faster! Not much more... Not much...” Her voice took on an almost whimpering tone, though it wasn't Shyvana she was pleading with. “Almost... Out of time... Not now! Just a bit... More!” Were the half-dragon in a more coherent state of mind, the witch's words might have been troubling to her. But in her current state, the only thought on her mind was sex. Fucking. Breeding. The need to unload and flood her new bitch with her molten seed. She ignored the woman's babbling and thrust faster. Her hips just one grayish-blue blur, she angled her thrusts to drive her prick as deeply as possible, her cockhead battering LeBlanc's sweet spot a dozen times in half as many seconds, and at last driving the sorceress to the euphoric high she sought. Head held high, LeBlanc moaned, her muscles twitching as though sparks crackled through her body. “Ooooohhh Gooooood, yesssss!” Her spine curled, and every muscle in her body pulled taut. A powerful shudder rocked her very core, and a fresh torrent of girl cum soaked Shyvana's ribbed piston. The vulgar squelches her cunt made only grew louder from the additional lubricant, and the half-dragon roared in triumph. “Yes! Good girrrl... “ Shyvana rasped, still inching her way towards her own mind-numbing orgasm. “Mnnn, I don't think I'm ever going to let you go. I made that mistake once already today...” Shyvana's breathing was laboured, her chest heaving for the air she needed for each word. “I should never have let that beautiful red-head go. I should've finished fucking her into submission.” Though her head hung heavy from exhaustion, LeBlanc's brow cocked upwards. Is that where Katarina had been when she needed her? Off whoring herself out? She made a mental note to exact her revenge upon her 'ally' when they met up again. “But I won't repeat that mistake... You'll be mine forrreverrr...” The half-dragon's voice growled lustfully, tilting her own head back and enjoying the way that spasming pussy milked her cock. LeBlanc's haughty laughter nearly broke the lust-crazed haze that had descended over Shyvana's mind, drawing her attention back to the mage's face. Her head was tilted down so her brow and tangled locks cast shadows over her eyes, but her egotistical smile was bright and clear. She stayed silent for a moment, as if to catch her breath after such a powerful orgasm, but when at last she looked up into Shyvana's eyes and spoke, her voice was eerily clear and calm. “A bit presumptuous, don't you think? I'd think you'd have to catch me before proclaiming ownership.” Shyvana gave a hard thrust, staggering the sorceress's voice with a sudden moan. Her lips curled into a sneer, and she raised a hand to caress LeBlanc's violet tresses. “Oh? That's funny, you look pretty caught to me. Sure feeeeeeels that way too!” The half-dragon laughed giddily, her hips hammering away at the mage. It was her turn to cum now, and it wasn't far off. LeBlanc shook her head, alternating between moaning and laughing at the demacian's naivety. “Silly beast, I escaped twenty minutes ago. While you've been playing with your own delusions, I've been off hunting down your friends.” “...what?” Shyvana paused. Shaking her head, she redoubled her efforts, pounding the bitch's sopping cocksleeve even harder. LeBlanc was just messing with her head. She wouldn't listen, she wouldn't fall for any more of the magician's tricks. “Ohhh, yesss! Do keep that up!” LeBlanc cackled, holding her arms back and hugging the tree in reverse, holding herself steady for the half-dragon. “Sorry to say, but I'm just an illusion. Mnn, I really should thank you. Usually when I'm summoned, it's just to serve as some barbarian's punching bag while I, the real me that is, make my escape. I must say, you've done a wonderful job making this far more entertaining than usual.” No. No no no. Shyvana shook her head. She wouldn't be fooled. She wouldn't believe this harlot's lies. She was so close now. So close! She'd claim this wench as her own and break her sense of worth for telling such falsities. She was just trying to distract her from her much needed release, to trick her into releasing her captive. She wouldn't... She couldn't! Not now, not when she could feel her balls churning, her lust reaching its crescendo. “Really, you've done such a good job, I feel bad that I couldn't return the favour. At the very least, I'd have loved to play a little longer.” LeBlanc sighed and shifted her hips. The half-dragon was slamming her right into the tree now at full force, momentum alone rendering her hips unstoppable. “Alas, looks like time's up. Such a pity.” Shyvana ignored her. Or tried to. Why wouldn't she shut up? Why wouldn't she cease her incessant yammering? She grit her teeth and twisted her head. Eyes screwed shut, she tried not to let the mage's words get to her, but they crept into her mind and ate away at her, distracting her just enough to keep her from reaching her plateau. She redoubled her efforts, only hilting inside the woman's wet slit even harder, as if racing against some invisible clock. “Mnnn, it's been a blast darling. Another time perhaps?” LeBlanc grinned from ear to ear, waving a hand in front of the halfling's face. “Ta-ta!” The magician's entire body shimmered and grew transparent, fading away right before Shyvana's glowing eyes. “No. No! Almost there, so close...!” Shyvana hissed, feeling the onset of her orgasm. Her balls tightened, on the edge of blowing her load. “I'm about to cummm...” She pulled her hips back for one final thrust, the last she needed to nudge her gently over the precipice, and slammed home... ...Only LeBlanc's illusion was already gone, nothing there save a strong, unyielding tree. *********************************************** An anguished roar reverberated throughout Runeterra. All across the continent, men (and some 'women') ceased their daily routines and winced from some phantom pain. Though they knew not why, each of them paused and cradled their groins. All as one, they murmured, “...Ouch.” *********************************************** Twigs and foliage cracking underfoot, Katarina maintained her dogged retreat. She was thankful she at least still had her boots, if nothing else. She'd be hard pressed to keep her current speed if she had to worry about sharp sticks or stones jabbing the soles of her feet. Ducking beneath low-hanging branches and leaping over fallen logs, she never slowed, always afraid that just behind her could be a horny half-breed, her deranged sister, or a yordle packing a giant cannon. It wasn't until she heard the scream that the woman finally paused. Slowing to a halt, she turned in the direction of some agonized wail, like the death cry of some savage beast. She didn't know what fiendish creature could make such a terrifying sound, but something about it brought a smile to her face. Alas, that brief pause, that momentary lapse in motion, was all it took for the mercenary's fears to be realized. "Ravage!" An eerie, unnatural voice cried out, startling Katarina. She turned to face it, catching only the slightest glimpse of silver and gold before a metallic sphere cracked her in the face, knocking her flat on her ass and out like a light. *********************************************** No horrifying nightmares tormented Katarina in her sleep this time, though the vision that greeted her upon waking left her unconvinced that she wasn't still dreaming. A glowing blue eye hovered an inch away from her face, extended on a long stalk from a metallic sphere. Roughly the size of her torso, it hovered silently in the air. She gazed into its eye, and it looked back at her unerringly. She heard the whirrs and clicks of servos activating inside of it, a series of razor sharp blades suddenly ejecting from its sides and spinning around it wildly, the orb twirling in the air like a buzzsaw. Katarina screamed, throwing herself backwards, striking up against something hard with a metal clang. "The Ball wants to play." Cowering away from the whirling death orb, Katarina tilted her head to look up upon hearing that auto-tuned voice once again. Looming over her was a woman clad entirely in silver and gold... Wait, no, she wasn't wearing metal, she was made of it! Steel, iron and silver molded into the shape of a dainty ballerina, with joints and artificial hair crafted from bronze and gold. Her elbows, shoulders, knees... Hell, all her joints were nothing more than bronze balls fitted into empty sockets in her limbs, leaving her double-jointed at each connection and freakishly flexible. Her skin, if it even could be called that, was just sheets of metal bolted to the framework underneath. The rivets and screws that held it in place could still be spotted in some places. Despite her artificial nature, whoever constructed her had still taken the time to fashion for her a suitably alluring bust, possessing all the right curves form a luscious pair of shiny breasts, but none of the softness or malleability. Strangely, her torso didn't seem to be connected her lower body at all, but rather, it hovered in place above. Though there was nothing connecting the two segments of her body, and yet it stayed perfectly in place, not deviating from where it should be in the slightest. Her hair, if it could even be called that, was as solid and steely as the rest of her. Gold encircling her metal skull, shaped into a neck length bob-cut, with a tiny pony-tail at the back, and parted at her forehead into a pair of bangs which perfectly framed her silvery visage. Her face was constructed to appear young, with sharp, angular features. The most disconcerting thing about her were her eyes though. Never blinking, glowing with an inhuman, cold blue light. Katarina was pressed right up against the mechanical woman's legs. Just an inch higher was the closest thing to 'clothing' the creature possessed. There was no fabric, just a series of jagged, golden spikes, each shaped like the hand of a clock and jutting outwards, like the crude framework of a mechanical skirt with each spike resembling a pleat. Without warning, the skirt began to buzz and whirr, spinning around the automaton and slicing the air like a razor blade. A few strands of scarlet hair floated down before Katarina's eyes, and she shrieked again, diving away from the deadly blades. Orianna, the Lady of Clockwork, watched Katarina with bemused interest. Even when she stood still, the robotic woman was never not in motion. Her arms and legs jerked sporadically, arbitrarily twisting and bending as if she were unable to control it. Like the idle twitches of an ordinary human ramped up to eleven. At times her whole body would twist and rotate, and sometimes it was just her head, spinning 360 degrees only to continue staring at Kat eerily. Whenever her movements slowed by even the tiniest bit, she would twist both arms behind her back and grab hold of a giant key jutting from her spine, using her unnatural flexibility and strength to twist it and rewind her clockwork innards, complete with the tick-tick-ticking of gears grinding away inside her chassis. Though she was created to be a fascimile of human life, Orianna felt more like a mockery of it. "Oh God, what fresh hell is this..." Kat murmured. The sphere zoomed past her head, the spinning blades knicking her ear as it went. The assassin cringed and pressed her hand to the cut, finding it thankfully minor. Ignorant of the wound it had inflicted, the orb circled Orianna, hovering higher as it rose to the same level as her head, then turned to watch Katarina with deadly focus. Orianna, for her part, seemed oblivious to the killer intent with which the Ball eyed the nude woman. The Ball's spinning blades retracted back into itself and she wrapped her arms around it, leaning her head into it and nuzzling with the metal object like one might coddle a pet. While she cuddled with the sphere, she kept watching Katarina, and the assassin did not like the way she was looking at her, eyeing her like a little girl who'd just been gifted a pretty new doll to play with. "Why are you naked?" Orianna asked. The question startled Kat out of her terrified gaze, and she leapt to her feet, ready to defend herself. Orianna's head cocked to the side, and she raised herself up on the toes of one foot, arms out outstretched. Spinning like a top, she slowly inched closer to the red-head, her bizarre movements only freaking her out even more. "Stay the hell away!" Katarina screamed at the top of her lungs. She backed off slowly, hands up to protect herself from the myriad sharp edges orbiting Orianna. The clockwork ballerina kept up her continuous twirl. One leg held high and bent at the knee, she raised both hands over her head, fingertips just narrowly touching, and sped up her deadly dance. Her foot left a groove in the dirt behind her as she raced towards Katarina. Just as she would've come into range for the weaponized skirt to slice the flesh and blood girl to ribbons, she stopped, standing perfectly still with her back to Katarina. Before the assassin could react, she bent over backwards, her head twisting and tilting back at an impossible ninety degree angle to stare upside down into Kat's face. Visibly shaken, the noxian quaked in her boots while Orianna repeated her question. "Why are you naked?" The automaton's face was a marvel of techmaturgy. Despite the seemingly unyielding materials it was composed of, she was able to imitate human facial expression remarkably well. It was only her dead, coolly lit eyes that gave the facade an air of wrongness. Now, it was a confused, yet intrigued look she bore. "Wh... What?" Katarina took another step back, and watched in horror as Orianna's body twisted and turned, her torso and skull rotating until her front faced the noxian, leaning forward so that she was right up in Kat's face. Still, her torso and legs seemed to somehow remain stable, connected and yet not. "Are you trying to attract a potential mate? Orianna tried once. She did a special dance where she took off all her clothes to entice a boy." Though the robot spoke of herself in the third person, there was a sense that she wasn't truly talking about herself at all. "Daddy scolded her. Only naughty, promiscuous harlots take off their clothes before they get married. Are you a naughty, promiscuous harlot?" Orianna's face inched closer, and Katarina went berserk, shoving the clockwork creation away from her. "Get away you walking lawnmower!" Orianna stumbled and fell, twisting into a heap of tangled limbs as she fell to the ground. Kat didn't hesitate to press her advantage, turning tail and fleeing down the nearest pathway. "Oh dear, now you've gone and made the ball angry." Orianna's voice never truly changed its tone. The auto-tuner that produced it fluctuated in intonation, but it was practically random, and didn't reflect her emotions properly... Assuming she even had any. It was as though the words were fragments pulled from different sentences and strung together to form new ones, without changing the inflection. On command, the Ball focused its view on Katarina and flew at her. The clicks and whirrs of its internal motors the only warning sound she got before it bowled her over, crashing through her legs and sweeping them out from under her. She hit the ground with a dull thud and a grunt. "Oww... Why does that keep happening to me?" By now Orianna had disentangled herself and was back up on her feet, happily skipping towards the fallen assassin. "I have a fun game we can play. I think you will like it." "Oh no..." With the Ball circling in the air overhead, Katarina moved to plan B. Though she was unarmed, she still had a trick or two up her sleeve. She waited, prone and helpless looking, for Orianna to get a bit closer, and once she was in range, the assassin vanished in a red blur. Calling on her training, she used the shunpo technique she'd been taught to briefly leap through the air faster than the human eye could track, reappearing behind the automaton. It was the same trick she'd used earlier when attempting to flee from Shyvana, springboarding off of the mechanoid's back. Unfortunately, it had just as much success as the last time too. Orianna's eyes were anything but human, and she easily tracked the mercenary's movements. Her head spun around to follow Katarina, and her arms bent backwards, grabbing hold of her ankles when she tried to launch herself. Her strength enhanced by steel and servos rather than weak, squishy muscle, she stopped Kat's momentum dead in its tracks and lifted her up over the automaton's head, swinging her back down and slamming her into the dirt at Orianna's feet in one fluid motion. "You wish to play the mating game, do you not? That is why you are naked." Orianna continued without missing a beat, as if she didn't even realize Katarina had just attempted to escape from her. "I wish to play too. I will help you." "Uuungh... What are you talking about?" Katarina groaned. "Mating? What?" Orianna grabbed her by the wrists, lifting her up to her feet. "Daddy says that girls who play the mating game without being married are bad. Orianna was a bad girl who misbehaved. I am not bad. I am a good girl." Through the lens of her eyes, one could practically see the gears in Orianna's head turning. "Boys do not get scolded when they play the game, so I will play the boy. I will play the boy and be your mate. Doesn't that sound fun?" "What? Oh God... Oh God no!" Katarina struggled hard against Orianna's grip, but her hold was too strong. She pinned her fellow champion's arms to her side and pulled her in close. Her skirt had ceased its deadly rotation, and she easily squeezed the fleshy meatbag in between two of the sharp edges. Arms wrapping around her, Katarina was trapped in a cold embrace, unable to even squirm lest she cut herself on one of the sharp blades on either side of her. "So strange. You say no, but you are naked. This means you wish to play." Orianna cocked her head to the side, still wearing a bewildered look. Suddenly her eyes lit up, and she smiled, finally understanding. "Of course. The word no is a frequent precursor to sex. In this game, no means yes! Such a silly game!" "No no no!" "Yes yes yes!" Orianna laughed, a repetitive, monotonous sound, while Katarina wildly shook her head head. If no was positive... Thinking fast, the woman stopped and started nodding. "Yes yes!" "Double yes! Eeeeeee!" Orianna's voice box attempted to mimic the excited squeal of a little girl, but the sound came out distorted, more like an terrifying shriek. "This will be fun!" Her arms locked around Kat's waist, she tightened her hold, squeezing the air out of her. Their bodies crushed together, Kat's bosom was squished against Orianna's unforgiving chest, her nipples stiffening from contact with the cold metal. "Please no, don't do this..." Her voice barely more than a whisper, Katarina was lifted off the ground by the force of Orianna's hug. "You will see. I will be a very good boy for you. I have all of the necessary parts." The clockwork robot started to rattle, her insides clanging together. There was a slight whoosh sound, a panel beneath Orianna's skirt sliding out of place. Still acting upon some crude mimicry of human behaviour, she leaned in for a kiss, her icy lips pressing against Kat's cheek when she twisted her head away. "No kiss? I understand. We've only just met afterall." Orianna's hands crept down the small of Katarina's back, taking a firm hold of her toned behind. Pulled so close that their loins were grinding together, the assassin felt something poking between her thighs, something not nearly as alien to her anymore as she wished it was. A hard, cylindrical tube, made from the same sturdy silver metal as the rest of her, emerged from the open panel in Orianna's crotch. It was shaped vaguely similarly to a human phallus, but formed from whatever extraneous parts had been lying around during her construction. The tube-like shaft was unnaturally smooth plastic, devoid of the bumps and the pliable skin of a real penis. Wires spiralled up the length of it, crudely resembling veins. It narrowed near the base, a second, thinner tube connecting it to the gears and circuitry inside of her. The whole thing was topped with a gold-coloured, silicone knob, loosely shaped like a human's, and possibly the only remotely soft part of Orianna's entire body. To an extent, it sort of reminded Katarina of a plastic toy her sister had owned once, one she'd shamefully borrowed between assignments to help ease her stress. It was even complete with a wide slit at the end of it, though Katarina couldn't imagine (nor did she want to try) what would come out of it. Completing the illusion were Orianna's 'testicles', really just a pair of motionless gears jutting out halfway from the opening in her crotch just below her cylindre dick. Like so much of Orianna, the whole thing bore only the crudest resemblance to humanity, as though created by someone who took only the most cursory glance at the real thing and then tried to recreate it from memory. Katarina even wondered if it was perhaps a modification Orianna had made to herself instead of part of her default construction. "Oh God, why do you even have that?" Katarina was flipping out. This had to be a nightmare. How did every other woman she encountered have a dick? This one wasn't even alive and she had one! "I don't understand. All boys have a penis. So I must have one too if I am to play the part." Orianna retorted. She cocked her head and gripped the assassin's ass in her steely hands. Hefting her up into the air, she tried to angle the her mechanical cock to penetrate the woman's slit, the bulbous tip seeking out her opening. "No, I mean... Whyyyyy?!" Katarina wailed. Her feet dangled an inch off the ground, squeezing her legs together to keep the invader out. Their loins bumping together, Orianna's shaft kept sliding harmlessly along her belly, occasionally prodding at her navel. The robot scowled, humping forward but unable to get anywhere near penetration. “This position seems inefficient.” She complained during the struggle. Despite her exuberance, the mechanics of intercourse were lost on her. They had all the right parts, yet they did not fit together as easily as expected. A quick glance downwards enlightened her, her face reverting to its somewhat chilling neutral expression once the problem was solved. “Your legs are positioned improperly. I will fix this.” Casually dropping Kat, she gave her a hard shove and threw her to the ground. Katarina grunted when she hit the ground on her left side, with one of her arms pinned underneath her. Before she could even push herself off of it, Orianna's weight came crashing down on top of her. Though her figure and movements appeared dainty, her sturdy iron construction made it feel like being sat on by a sack of bricks. She took a firm hold of Kat's ankle and lifted, raising it up high and pushing back til her foot was dangling just above her head. The mercenary winced. There was a limit to her flexibility, and the machine nearly had her doing the splits. Orianna straddled her thigh and leaned forward, resting Katarina's upraised leg against her sturdy bosom and letting the weight of her floating torso keep it pinned. “Yes. This is better.” Keeping one hand on the noxian's ankle to steady it, she braced herself against the ground with the other. Realigning her metal pole with the its target, Orianna suddenly paused. Spotting the hints of a tattoo upon Katarina's left side, she reached down to trace the black lines of ink with her fingertips. The extravagant, though vague, image seemed to stretch from her hips up her side to her chest, though it was partially obscured from being pinned down on that side. “How strange. You did not have this.” Katarina grimaced, just an inch away from being skewered by her steely pole, finding the robot chose the strangest time to suddenly become enamoured by her body art. “What are you talking about? I've always had that.” “No. You did not. It was not there minutes ago.” The assassin just stared at the android as though she were crazy... Which she kinda was. “Nno? I've had that for ages.” Confused, Orianna's eyes glowed brighter as she searched through the records she possessed on all enemy combatants. She remained still and silent for a moment, and Katarina wiggled anxiously, testing to see if there was any chance for escape. Just as she thought she might wiggle her other arm free, Orianna's focus returned, pushing down on her harder. “My error. You have always had that.” And just like that it was forgotten, chalked up to a momentary fault with her optics, and Orianna returned her attention to the task at hand. In this position, her mechanical prick had little difficulty finding the woman's slit, though she still found her objective difficult to accomplish. It had been long enough since her last encounter that any trace of Kat's arousal had faded, but the artifical woman seemed undeterred. Her attempt to go in dry was met with difficulty, Katarina's lips refusing to part easily for her. Oblivious to the pain it would cause, she pushed her hips forward anyways. She was not even an inch deep when Kat screamed from her unlubed entry. She smiled in misunderstanding, a frightening expression upon her heartless face. “Yes. Moan. You enjoy this.” Her hips bucked jerkily, quickly thrusting back and forth, forcing herself even deeper. Katarina scowled and swung her free hand at Orianna, striking her with a loud ding and immediately recoiling her fist in pain. “Aah! Damnit,” she hissed, “you stupid piece of scrap! Stop! Pull out!” Orianna looked down at her quizzically. “I do not understand. You wish to play. Why do you protest?” The whirring of her motorized flanks accompanied each thrust, continuing automatically through her confusion. Each motion was exact and identical, reaching the same depth and force every time. Katarina had thought Shyvana had been rough, but Orianna was merciless, without any concept of empathy or pain. She pounded the assassin's sex relentlessly, giving no hint that she even felt the painful friction burn she was inflicting. “Fffuck, it huuurts!” Katarina shrieked and sobbed, her eyes watering from the pain. As terrible as her previous encounters had been, she'd take any of them again in a heartbeat over being raped by an unfeeling machine. And any attempt to fight back just left her fist throbbing, while the android looked like she didn't even feel it. Her breasts bounced with each lurching thrust, rolling around her chest unconstrained. Though her outward appearance remained unchanged, her plunging hips ceaseless in their drive, Orianna was conflicted inside. Her understanding of the game was that it was a pleasant sensation for all. Yet her partner insisted she was in pain. Had she done something incorrectly? Had she inserted herself into the wrong hole? That was a common mistake from her understanding. A quick exploratory grope of Kat's rear end confirmed this was not the case, even going so far as to briefly insert a finger into her anus to test. No, she had definitely put the parts together properly. Scanning her memory banks briefly, her eyes lit up with possible understanding. “Of course.” She exclaimed, drawing her pounding to a sudden halt. “It is customary for animals to first woo a mate by offering tribute, or through an act of dominance. Human courtship is similar.” Slipping free from Kat's snatch, her phallus jutted out proudly, just waiting to be put back in. “I will do both. My records show that you are fond of sharp things. I have many sharp things.” Groaning in discomfort, Katarina tried to sit up, but Orianna grabbed her by the hair and swiftly shoved her face back into the grass and dirt. The android straightened up, still holding Kat's head down with an outstretched arm, and there was a click from around her pelvic region. Twisting her head, the assassin saw her reach a hand towards her skirt, her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What are you doing?” She watched Orianna pry off one of the serrated, knife-like edges of her skirt, and the human's eyes grew larger. “What are you doing?” She said again, louder this time. Holding the sharp object up so Katarina could see, Orianna flashed her a sweet smile, and her blood ran cold. “Oh God, what are you doing!?” The robot's only response was a swift cut across her upraised leg. Not a simple scratch, but a thick slice across her thigh that forced a jet of crimson to spray out, spattering the android's chest and stomach. Katarina screamed and thrashed, but couldn't even so much as shake the terrifying woman off of her. “I am dominant. You enjoy this.” Orianna grinned, and slowly drew the tip of her blade up Katarina's thigh, scratching without breaking the skin. Once she reached just below the knee, she dug it into her flesh and drug it down, cutting through her flesh again and spilling another river of red down her leg. Dark, syrupy blood oozed down the killer's flank, the warm liquid staining her tanned skin. Globs of it clung to the knife and dripped from the end, landing atop Orianna's erect staff. “And now, my gift to you.” Gripping the hilt of her makeshift weapon, Orianna stabbed it deep into Kat's thigh, eliciting another banshee shriek as well as another spurt of her life force. A brief gout of scarlet gushed from the wound, applying a fresh coat of red paint to the automaton's belly and spattering her dick with blood. Her vital fluids flowing down her uplifted leg and streaming past her slit, Katarina found herself sobbing uncontrollably. Her foot was spasming and twitching, the knife buried deep in her muscle. Frantically, she flailed her one good arm but couldn't so much as put a ding in Orianna's frame. Convinced now that all was well, the android left the sharp protrusion embedded in the girl's leg, the blood flow slowing from a constant gush to a steady trickle. Gripping her pole with blood-slicked fingers, she realigned it with Kat's pussy and thrust inside once more. Though she still screamed, it was no longer the coherent protests, but a mere wordless gibbering, the pain in her leg now far outweighing the ravaging of her cunt. Lubed with the girl's blood, Orianna found there was less resistance to her movements, and so deduced that she had corrected her error. “Yes. This is a fun game.” "Oh god, oh god, oh god..." Katarina whimpered, face wet with tears. Her nerves were on fire, the hooked razor digging at her muscle, shredding it even more each time she so much as twitched. Unconcerned with the agony she was putting the girl through, the mechanized woman put her weight into holding the wounded leg up again, and went back to burying her bloody cock in her now slick hole. Hips pumping fluidly, shaking Kat's body with smooth, automated thrusts. There wasn't even any pleasure to be had. The robot had a sense of touch, but could not feel joy or pain, lacking a functional nervous system. She was just going through the motions, imitating her poor understanding of human behaviour. And Katarina suffered for it. Orianna's thrusts weren't as rough as some of her other recent partners. They were smooth and precise, gyros and gears rotating and keeping her hips moving always at the same constant pace, sinking all the way in, pulling halfway out, lurching forward, retracting midway again... But they were harder. Her pole was truly stiff as iron, and though the tip was a bit softer, it wasn't nearly enough to cushion against the sheer force behind each automated slam. The smooth shaft even ground against her g-spot with every thrust, rubbing against the little bundle of nerves and sending jolts of ecstasy through her, but it even that wasn't enough to block out the pain from her forceful hilting, or the burning in her leg, the occasional squirt of blood shooting out whenever Orianna leaned into it too forcefully. Unable to differentiate between the two, the clockwork woman mistook each pained sob for a satisfied moan. She smiled down at Kat, her silver palm outstretched against the ground right by her head. "You enjoy this. I am a good lover. This is a fun game." She repeated, her voice never broken by the need to breathe, yet still so very very wrong sounding. "No... S-stop... Don't..." Katarina whimpered, barely even able to form words. God, why did it hurt so much? Why didn't she understand? The arm pinned underneath her was starting to go numb, and the leg straddled by Orianna was being smeared with blood. The crimson fluid clung to the robot's thighs and was spreading everywhere. Those words the red-head was saying... They didn't make sense to the android. What manner of phrasing was that? Don't what? Stop what? Unless, perhaps she had them out of order? Of course, she was begging her not to stop! Her mind was so rattled with pleasure that she couldn't even string words together properly. Orianna wished she could feel that. To know how the woman felt. This game was already fun, showing the woman what a good lover she could be. How much greater would it be if she could feel these wonderful sensations too. How wonderful these slick walls must feel, wrapped so tightly around her rod. Orianna could even make them squeeze tighter, all she had to do was give the knife embedded in Katarina's thigh and a sharp twist. She did so occasionally, the woman's muscles spasming with a shrill shriek. Still, there were ways... Humming softly, the Ball descended upon the pair, having been watching the sickening spectacle from the air. Katarina didn't even notice it at first, not until it neared her head, and then her eyes grew wide with fright. What now? What new horror was to be inflicted upon her? She tried to keep her eyes focused on the sphere, but Orianna's thrusts jerked her body erratically, dragging her through the grass and leaving her crying out with fresh agony. Her left breast squished against the ground, the other bouncing atop her chest, making her vision lurch unevenly. On the top half of the Ball, a trio of panels slid back, two on each side and on at the top. From each opening a copper pole slid out, tipped with a small, flat panel. Metal rods unfolded to give them length, like three gangly, terrifying fingers reaching out to grasp her. They slid through Katarina's hair and the assassin cried out in terror. Her head shook and her body was rocked by Orianna's constant bucking, but the orb seemed undaunted. The copper rods aligned themselves on all sides of Katarina's skull, probing through her fiery mane until the flat ends were held right against her scalp. Then the buzzing began. It was a just a tiny little hum at first, she could barely even hear it, and her scalp tingled a little. Like a trio of electrodes, the Ball tapped into her synapses, reading the electrical impulses in Katarina's mind. Symbiotically linked with Orianna, it transmitted Kat's brain waves directly to her, and she shared in the sensations coursing through the red-head. She felt the burning pain as though it were her own, and she savoured the pleasurable jolts each time she stuffed her mechanical prick into the assassin's blood-soaked box. And Orianna enjoyed this sensation. She found it very fun. Moreso than the other feeling, the hurtful one. She didn't like it as much. Fortunately for her, she didn't have to experience it. She guided the Ball's probes, and it shifted its arms, realigning the panels to better tap into that feeling of bliss. Katarina had no idea what the Ball was doing, but as it rifled through her brain, the quiet hum became a loud drone, the slight tingle becoming a throbbing headache. "Agh! Stop... Stop! What are you... Eeeeaaah!" Her skull was suddenly pounding, the three prongs sending electricity coursing through her. She leeched off of Katarina's joyous feelings, it was only fair that she shared something in return. So Orianna had the ball replicate the electrical impulses of her circuitry, feeding the excessive voltage into Kat's skull for her to 'enjoy'. She screamed, her whole body jolted, and her pussy muscles clenched hard around Orianna's shaft. Gripped so firmly within the woman's spasming cunt, it smoothly stroked every inch of her vaginal walls, and the wonderful ecstasy it brought flowed straight back into Orianna through their connection. Yes. This was good. This was fun. Orianna saw so clearly how sex was such a sought after activity. And she was so eager to share more with her great partner. "This game is so fun." Her hips never stopped, never slowed, drilling Katarina's snatch without mercy. Her aim unerring, she struck the woman's sweet spot everytime. She never needed to reposition herself, rocking her hips with perfect precision, mashing her dildo dick into the human's delicate nerve bundle forcefully. Her movements were so smooth that her upper body could remain almost perfectly still, simply holding Katarina in place while her hips did all the work. The only movement from above was the slow winding down of the key on her back, and the constant clockwork ticking that accompanied it. "You enjoy this so much." The tighter she squeezed down on Orianna's pole, the easier it was for her to hit all of the assassin's sensitive regions. So she did everything in her power to make the red-head squeal and clinch. She twisted and jerked the knife in her leg, adding more blood to the building river. Her pounding tool sliding back and forth easily with a sickening squelch, the blood soaking it making it slick and wet, warm with sticky red juice. Another spark of lightning shot through Katarina's spine in a tortured feedback loop. More pain for Kat meant more pleasure for Orianna meant more pain for Kat. "You like to play with me." High voltage flooded Katarina's nervous system, and her skull throbbed. That sound in her ears had grown to a deafening ring, and each word Orianna spoke was like some terrible screech in her brain. She couldn't think, couldn't even hear herself scream, the only sound was the auto-tuned voice and the scraping of metal against itself in her head. "I am a great lover." Each jolt that wracked her body left her feeling more numb. The fire in her leg dulled to an aching throb, pulsating each time Orianna jerked the needle. Each little fit of pleasure was intensified until her nerves ached. It was reaching the point where it all blurred together, unable to differentiate between agony and ecstasy. Vision grew bleary and her eyes felt dry, the Ball constantly sparking her brain. "You want more." This was new. Left arm wrapped around the woman's leg for support, Orianna's fingers brushed past her slit, feeling the way her opening stretched each time she sheathed herself in it. And there, just above it, was another little feature she'd not noticed before, a stiff little fleshy nub. She rubbed it experimentally, and Katarina squealed. The machine's wireless signal overloaded with new feelings of joy. It was like a little button she determined, a little pleasure button that made her lover feel good. Orianna understood buttons, she had quite a few herself. Her fingers straightened out, running alongside the noxian's clit, stroking it with rapid, tiny movements. Her digits grew faster and faster, becoming a blur. Moving so quickly and shallowly, each finger was essentially converted into a vibrating sex toy, used to press and tease her sensitive love button and adding on to the sensory overload. "You enjoy this." God, why wouldn't she shut up? Katarina cradled her head with her one mobile arm. She cringed from every word, like they were boring into her brain. She tried to think, but that hard length kept rocking her to her core. The assassin couldn't concentrate, those digits stroking her clit and sending vibrations up her spine. Her head was feeling hazy, blood loss dulling her once sharp mind. She sought to protest, yet another shock robbed her voice of words and left her babbling. "I am great." Her own thoughts were scattered, memories fading. How did she even end up in this position? Wasn't she hurt? The mercenary felt warmth running down her legs, but it felt so far away and alien. Vision was nothing but fuzzy colours. Silver and yellow and red. If she looked up she could see blue, Orianna's lenses staring at her intently. They shone so brightly, it was easy to focus on them while everything else melted away. "This is fun." Those words echoed in her mind. She didn't even know where they came from. They kind of made sense though. This was pretty fun. Her whole body was lit up and tingling. Muscles contracted around the thick tool sliding into her depths and blood soaked her lower half. Together, they made a delightful squishy schlick. The woman found herself giggling suddenly, carefully directed shocks spiking the pleasure centre of her brain. "You love this." The automaton had heard stories about especially skilled lovers, and how their partners seemed to virtually melt beneath them. Is this what they had referred to? Katarina's body was turning to liquid before the bewildered android's eyes. Red fluid kept seeping from her leg, and her flesh was exuding some sort of salt solution. It made her body glisten, skin turning shiny and wet. The rest of her shook and jiggled, heavy breasts rolling and bouncing in rhythm. "You need more." How wonderful! Orianna was doing such a good job. The way Katarina quivered, her body trying to milk her dick, told her so. If the girl wasn't lost in the throes of ecstasy, gibbering mindlessly, she'd be begging for more, surely. So the android would grant her wish. There was no need for begging or thanks, Orianna already knew what she desired. "You want to have sex." The gears at the base of Orianna's prick began to spin, slowly at first. Her body whistled, her magical components clanking together, releasing excess energy through bursts of steam at her joints. The gears ground faster, and her shaft started to move, independently of her hips, which continued to gyrate at their steady pace. The thicker tube slid forward and retracted, beginning at a relaxed pace but quickly building into a fervor. Her rod was quite literally a piston, thrusting back and forth, working at a separate pace from her hips. The result were faster, more erratic thrusts, that might go halfway in only to pull a quarter of the way back and slam all the way forward. Though her movements were still precise, they were irregular, never hitting quite the same place twice. She struck a different nerve every time, and when her pelvis and piston aligned properly, she drilled far, far deeper than she had managed before. The rubbery tip of her staff battered Katarina's cervix, brute forcing its way into her core without ever even realizing there had been a barrier there. "You are a harlot." The woman jerked with fresh pain, her womb broken into so casually, the artificial dick striking all the way forward until it her the very end of her uterus. Another shock ran through her addled mind, nullifying the pain and amplifying the pleasurable signals that travelled through her nervous system. The sudden, jarring leap from suffering to bliss only further numbed her thoughts. Something in the back of her head was screaming, but it sounded as garbled to the assassin's self as her voice did to Orianna. The only thing she could make out at all amongst the flood of different sensations and the constant buzzing and shocks were the clear, mechanical words of her 'lover'. "You live for sex." Yes, that must be true. She'd been fucking for as long as she could remember. Dragons, monsters, yordles, machines, it didn't matter what. All that mattered was getting pounded into the dirt. There was warmth running down her thighs, spilling down the crack of her ass. Had she cum? Probably, she enjoyed this afterall. "You want me to fuck you." Fucked silly and brain fried, the mindless puppet could only nod her head. Her tongue hung from her mouth, and drool was spilling down her chin uncontrollably. The only limb within her control scrabbled at the dirt, her fingers digging pulling at grass while she writhed, twisting her upper body as far as she could and bending her spine out of shape. "You need me." The gyrations of her pelvis, the thrusting of her piston remained constant, but still Orianna was certain she could do more. She was the best lover! Katarina would see. Her tool twisted suddenly as she pulled back for another thrust, and began rotating within Kat's soft pussy. The wires that spiralled up the length of her cylindre ground against the noxian's inner walls while they spun, rendering her mechanical pole a makeshift drill. The end result was complete sensory overload for Katarina. "This is a fun game." Before the woman's gaze, the world seemed to vanish. There was nothing but a mix of colours, an aurora that filled her view, speckled with the occasional bolt of lightning. "You want to play with me forever." Her ears were filled with the constant, droning thrum she had by now grown accustomed to. It was comforting even, to have her own thoughts drowned out, replaced with Orianna's verbal commands. "I will take good care you." She certainly felt well taken care of. Her nerves tingled from the constant friction, her slit speared, her erogenous zones slammed and drilled, her clit vibrating so hard it felt like it would fall off. Somewhere in her lower body there was still fire, but it felt muted, a dull throb in comparison to everything else. "You can't get enough." Little arcs of electricity occasionally jumped from one point on her body to another, as she was shocked constantly by the metal rods glued to her skull. Her hair was actually starting to stand on end. Her eyes were wide, her pupils enlarged from the drug-like numbness in her skull. Mouth agape and tongue outstretched in a silent scream, a little bolt of lightning arcing from it. Her mouth was sticky and dry, her tongue tasting like ash. "My loving is best." And for some reason, all she could smell was burnt toast. "You are happy." Like a switch had finally been hit after hours of toying around with it, the woman broke down all the way. Her words, once gibbering nonsense, became clear, albeit broken by guttural moans. "Yes yes yes! Aahn! More more mmmmorrre... Fuck me fuck me fuck meeee!" Orianna was taken aback by Katarina's sudden change in attitude. Her body still twitched and jerked wildly, though now she ceased clawing at the ground like a terrified animal. She grabbed at her wobbling bust and groped herself lasciviously, rolling one nipple between thumb and forefinger and squealing as she unintentionally shocked herself. The assassin's face grew pale, the colour bleeding out of it as she grew woozier from blood loss. Her eyes were rolling up into her skull and her jaw hung slack, tongue rolling outwards, her brain too scrambled to reel it back in. -Schluck- -Slick- -Squish- Each spiralling thrust was accompanied by a fresh squelch, and though the majority of the lube was still a dark, crimson stain on her steel rod, it was turning a milky, pinkish hue. Orianna let out a girlish, high-pitched squeal. Or at least it was meant to be. Her voice synthesizer couldn't hit that high a pitch, and instead it came out as a terrifyingly shrill, warbling cry. She'd made the assassin cum! The girl was screaming for more while riding her robotic prick. Yes! This game was ever so much fun. Oh, but she couldn't forget! The game wasn't over yet. Now it was her turn. It was important for the male to fulfill its purpose and seed its mate, otherwise what was the point of it all? She would see her role through to the end and finish the game. She was a very good girl afterall, and she would prove she could be a good boy too. The autonomous cock whirred each time it corkscrewed in deeply, pistoning in and out and dragging more of the mercenary's cum out to pool beneath her. Lost in bliss, she threw her head back and babbled. "Aaaah! More... More... I need this!" Panting heavily, she struggled to breathe, Orianna's incessant needling not giving her the time to refill her lungs even. Yet still she pleaded to continue, a silly, brain-dead grin on her face. "This is -haah- so fun! I love it! Aaaahn! Give me more!" Orianna nodded her head in agreement, all too happy to oblige, her rod drilling past Katarina's cervix repeatedly. "This is a fun game. Accelerating." For the first time, her hips changed pace, speeding up. Her pounding piston did as well, buzzing louder as it spun faster and slammed deep into her womb. "Yes! God, oh god, oh god!" The mindless puppet trilled. Her eyes were glazed over, pupils fluctuated rapidly in size. "Fuck me like the harlot I am! Gaaah! You're the best!" She tried to push her hips back to meet Orianna's thrusts, but the red-head found no strength in her legs. She didn't worry about it though. Why would she when everything felt so goooood? Orianna smiled. Yes. She was a good girl. So was Katarina. Positive reinforcement was important. Another shock from the Ball rocked Kat's body so hard her eyes shook in her head. "Yes. You are a good girl. You get a reward. Breeding." Inside the robot's chassis, some of her parts clicked and rearranged themselves. Just inside her belly, where a woman's ovaries might be located, were a pair of glass vials implanted in her by her creator. They contained the last remaining traces of his daughter, his dear, sweet Orianna. Unable to cope with the tragic loss of his child, he had sought to recreate her as the autonomous lady of clockwork through the wonders of techmaturgy, the perfect fusion of magic and science. Though he insisted to all that Orianna the robot was every bit the perfect replica, he knew deep down in his soul that she was nothing more than a crude mockery. But he still had hope that someday he would see success, and to that end, he had salvaged some of his daughter's genetic material and implanted it in the robot. His hope was that it would give the android his daughter's soul, but should that fail too, it would give his daughter the chance to live on in a different way. Now those delicate glass beakers dropped into position, a pair of transparent tubes siphoning out just a few potent drops of the precious fluid, and encasing them in small pockets of a thicker, irridescent liquid. Like an oily imitation of preseminal fluid, it was drawn up through a thick tube running through the length of Orianna's piston, even as it spun and scraped at Katarina's sex. The red-head remained oblivious to the events transpiring just below the android's plated skin. The world did not exist beyond the spinning tool pummeling her twat. "Yes! I'm a good girl!" she cried, "Fuck me forever! Need more sex... Need you... Need moooorrrrrre..." Her throat rumbled with a guttural moan, and she was rewarded by the Ball with another series of shocks. Its single blue lens gazing coldly into her distorted, lust-drunk face. The android's fingers sped up, stroking Katarina's clit faster while holding her leg tightly. Never blinking, her focus unwavering, watching the woman's facial features twist and spasm with every jolt and every body-rocking thrust. "Good girl. Good harlot. You will carry baby Orianna. Inseminating." For a brief, jarring moment, Katarina felt her mind return to her, just long enough to be confused. "Baby- what?!" The thought passed as quickly as the others, erased by a sudden shock as Orianna began to unload. Powerful spurts of sticky, rainbow-coloured fluid shot from the silicone tip of her dick, thick wads of glistening oil flooding the girl's womb. As unnatural a coupling and unlikely to take as the seed of all the others that had invaded her that day, it nevertheless settled in to compete with its rivals. Unable to risk such a precious, limited resource on but a single female, Orianna's load was not nearly as copious as any of the other rapists who'd taken their turn that day, though it was powerful all the same. Fired from the tip of her piston, still barreling forward to assault Katarina's uterus, each jet struck her like a kick, flooding her with enough robotic cum for some of it to gush out whenever Orianna's drill retracted. Sticky ropes of irridescent goo tethered various parts of her dick to Katarina's slick netherlips. For every ounce that was pulled out with each thrust, Orianna's shaft pushed that much more in, until her reserves ran dry, the steady stream dying off instantly without even a weak, final squirt. Her task completed, Orianna's body ground to a halt. Her hips, the spinning, the thrusting piston, all slowed to a crawl, stopping entirely after a couple more rotations. As hard as it ever would be, her shaft retracted, the gluk it made sounding lewd even to the unfamiliar ears of the robot. Strings of oil dangled from the end of it, arches hanging low before snapping under their own weight. Still spattered with blood and cum, it slid right back into the compartment it emerged from, the larger tube enveloping the smaller as they vanished into her pelvis. The protective panel slid back into place seamlessly, leaving no trace it was ever there. Likewise, the Ball too retracted its appendages. Unclasping the flat panels from Katarina's skull, they caught on her hair and tugged sharply to loosen themselves, before disappearing into the sphere's interior. Its segmented halves rotating in opposite directions, it rose higher into the air and returned to Orianna's side, orbiting around her in languid circles. Stomach stained red, the automaton got back up on her feet, at last taking her weight off of the drooling, senseless girl. Katarina's leg stayed in place for a few long seconds before dropping to the ground. The sudden jerk drove the knife in further, and she screamed. Without the Ball rewiring her nervous system, the pain returned, as sharp as the serrated blade buried in her thigh. The sudden agony left the assassin shrieking in confusion, curling up into the fetal position and clutching at her bleeding limb. "That was a fun game. We should play again." Orianna chirped happily, rising up on her toes and twirling in circles. She bowed extravagantly, like a ballet dancer ending her performance. At the lowest dip, she hesitated. Gears clicked together slowly and servos buzzed, but she didn't move. Her bright eyes dimmed, and her mind raced to determine what was happening. Her movements were suddenly sluggish, and she had difficulty standing up straight. Upon her back, the large key was turning its last, ticking audibly like a clock counting down. She'd been so pre-occupied, so singularly focused, she'd lapsed in keeping herself wound up. Her arms reached back, grasping the key's ringed handle in either hand, only for them to cease functioning. She lifted her head, each movement ticking louder than usual, her mechanical innards struggling to keep her in motion. Mouth agape, Orianna gazed longingly at Katarina. She meant to call out for her aid, but the only sound her voice box made was a wheezing, hissing sigh, crackling before it too died. Orianna's vision dimmed, the world growing dark around her. 'I've been a bad girl.' That final thought ran through her mind as the light faded from her eyes. A loud metal clang marked the point her body hit the ground, whatever magic that sustained her segmented torso failing and causing both halves to fall over. The forest grew silent, save for the occasional rustling of grass and leaves in the wind. For what felt like ages, Katarina lay there, clutching at her knee and sobbing. Slowly, her own thoughts returned, and she wailed louder as her mind grew whole, realizing what had been done to her, understanding what she'd just been through. Tears soaked her face and muddied the ground, crying until she felt the darkness coming to take hold. Teeth grit, she opened her bloodshot eyes to take stock of her surroundings. She couldn't pass out, not here, not now. There was no guarantee she'd wake up again if she did. The assassin had suffered too much to give up now. She wouldn't go out like this, raped and hobbled and left to die by a machine that was dumb enough to let its batteries run out. Forcing herself to her hands and knees, she immediately regretted that course of action. The extra pressure only squeezed out more of her precious blood. Rolling onto her side, Katarina reached for the sharp spike buried in her thigh. Grasping it with both hands, she jerked and pulled, screaming all the while. Even with new pain syphoning away her strength, she remained adamant, tugging and tearing at her own muscle til at last the golden blade came free, along with another gout of sanguinary fluid. Gasping in pain, she flipped onto her back, arms spread out. The pain was overwhelming, and she felt herself growing dizzy once more. Still, she fought against it. She fought the need to scream and cry, focusing instead on steadying her breathing. The occasional sob or sniffle would sneak out, but she soon found herself breathing evenly again. With great difficulty, Katarina heaved herself onto her knees again, pushing herself up shakily onto both feet. She had to lean almost all her weight into the left leg, so much so that she was nearly hopping on one foot, but she managed it. Holding a hand to her wound to try and staunch the bloodflow, she slowly limped her way towards Orianna's prone form. The automaton wasn't deceased, if indeed she ever could be. The closest comparison would be to say she had simply passed out. Reactivating her would be as simple as turning the key, but Katarina had no such intention. Despite her lifeless state, the Ball remained active, circling around her defensively, its one eye trained on Kat even while it spun on its axis. She hobbled forward as best she could, disregarding the buzzing orb and recollapsing by Orianna's disabled form. There might still be some benefit she could salvage from this whole ordeal. The robot's skirt was still riddled with sharp edges, at least a half a dozen of them, each one like the minute hand of a clock, filed down to a razor's edge. Taking hold of one, she wiggled and tugged, prying at it until it came off with a loud snap. The sudden, shrill cry of a siren going off nearly made Kat jump. The Ball buzzed and clicked, its own blades jutting outwards and spinning at high speeds as it flew towards her. Diving onto her side, the woman only narrowed evaded the flying buzz saw. It whirled around in a wide arc, coming in for another pass. Thinking fast, she hefted the clock hand in her grip, holding it by three fingers and hurling it at the speedy moving Ball. Despite the unfortunate turn of events, she was still as competent with a knife as ever, striking the sphere's lens with perfect accuracy. Sparks erupted from the fractured glass, a squealing whine ringing outwards from the hovering machine as it careened off into the air, flying erratically before crashing into a tree. The impact shattered its metal casing, and it rained to the ground in pieces. Amongst the broken wreckage of her tormentor, Katarina spied something familiar, a glint that was more glassy then shiny metal. Wearily, she crawled towards it, hoping to salvage something useful from the broken machine. The grass tinged red, her leg leaving a trail of blood behind her, she drug herself forward fervently. Even if there was just a belt from a small pulley or something that she could use as a bandage, she needed something, anything if she was to make it back to base in one piece. Her vision was growing blurry on her again as she neared the base of the tree. Squinting in an attempt to focus, she rifled through scrap metal, hoping to find something... Her fingers closed in around a glass container, and her eyes lit up. Could it be? For the first time, Katarina felt genuine hope, as she lifted up a small glass jar, filled with a sparkling red fluid. The way the light reflected off the glass gave it that sharp glint from before. A miracle in a bottle. She recognized the little triangular flask easily. A health potion. Not just one either. Brushing away more scrap, she found four more hidden beneath the fragments. Orianna must have been using the Ball's interior to carry her belongings. Katarina smiled and wasted no more time. Uncorking the bottle, she tilted her head back and chugged the contents of the flask. Health potions were mystical concoctions. They worked to mend the physiology of any that imbibed them, be they human, yordle, monster, or anything in-between. Even Orianna would find her circuits repaired, her parts welding back into place if she were to take part. Red, cherry-looking juice dribbled down Kat's chin as she gulped down the sweet, life-sustaining nectar. The effects were slow, but began almost immediately. Severed muscle began knitting itself back together, and the blood loss slowed. Finishing off the small bottle quickly, she tossed it aside and dove for the next one, popping it open and guzzling it quickly. The scratches on her very bone mended, and her muscle tissue finished repairing itself. Downing the whole flask in one continuous gulp, she threw it off into a bush and reached for a third. This time the massive gash in her leg began to seal in on itself, closing up until it was nothing more but one of many shallow cuts. A fourth potion made even these disappear, all her many scratches and bruises vanishing and leaving her body unmarred. Taking a moment to gasp and lick her lips, Katarina reached for the final potion. Repositioning herself to lean back against the tree, she held it to her lips and drank more casually, letting her body relax at last from her ordeal, while her leg finished healing. Slowly sipping the fruity medicine, the colour returned to her features, the magical concoction replacing lost blood. By time the last of the elixir was gone, she felt good as new. Slowly, she clambered to her shaky feet, testing the strength of her wounded leg. The pain was nothing but an aching memory, and her limb felt good as new. She breathed a sigh of relief and stretched her arms above her head. Now it was time to arm herself. Returning to Orianna's disabled body, she set about disassembling the rest of her skirt, prying off one sharp edge at a time. Along with the other two, that gave her six in total. That was only a fraction of the number of knives she preferred to keep on her person at all times, but it certainly beat being defenceless. Besides, it wasn't like she had much place to keep them at the moment. She slipped a pair each just inside of her spike-studded boots, feeling them rub uncomfortably against her shins. Still, it wasn't like this was the first time she'd had to hide some knives in an awkward spot. The last two she kept tightly in her hands, ready to stab the life out of the first person to cross her. Now there was just Orianna herself to deal with. Kat glowered down at the non-functional robot. For what she did to her, she was prepared to tear her apart piece by piece. But what was the fun in getting revenge on a hated enemy if she wouldn't even feel it? Kneeling down, she drug the tip of a blade across Orianna's still cheek, contemplated whether to shove it into her glassy eye just out of spite. A sudden rustling in the trees caught her attention before she could come to a decision. Not too far off in the distance, she heard a loud creak and a groan, followed by a booming thud. The sound repeated itself a few moments later, only louder, and closer. Something was coming her way. Something big. And whatever it was, she was certain she didn't still want to be around when it got here. Abandoning Orianna to her fate, she fled into the forest once more, ready now for anyone else who might want a piece of her on her way back to base. *********************************************** It was only a few minutes later that the tree the Ball had collided with came crashing down, flattening what hope there was for it to be repaired with a deafening roar. A massive shadow was cast over Orianna's body, the sparkling metals and alluring smell of Katarina's blood drawing the attention of some gargantuan beast. Fierce yellow eyes gazed down upon her, and a three taloned claw reached down to grasp hold. Lifting her up, her limbs dangled limply, the sturdy android looking positively frail in the grip of such an enormous beast. There was a flash of teeth. An enormous jaw gaped. Then came the sound of tearing metal, steel scraping against steel. Oil sprayed and gushed in every direction as Orianna's body was rent and torn apart, consumed amongst a gnashing of teeth. The shadow of the beast seemed to loom larger as it feasted. Caring not what it devoured, whether it be alive or dead, organic or metal. Over the terrifying sounds of its ravenous appetite, a refined voice spoke joyfully. “Nom nom nom nom nom...” *********************************************** It felt like an eternity, but at last Katarina found her way out of the forest. Sadly, she did not stumble onto the road as she had hoped, but rather, she had found herself back along the bank of the river, albeit further upstream than before. Still, it was an opportunity to wash off all the drying blood she was caked with, so she wasn't going to complain. It didn't take her long to clean herself up, not wanting to risk taking too much time lest somebody catch her again. In a short time, she was off once more, following the river's flow until at very long last, it led her back to the road. Stumbling through the bushes and tall reeds, she emerged onto the beaten path, dripping wet and naked save for her boots and Orianna's sharp spikes in her mitts. At the same time, just across on the other side of the road, LeBlanc stumbled out of the bushes as well, equally nude, with just her pointy, ornate shoes, her staff and crown. Both women stopped and stared, wide eyed and dumbfounded. Her face flushed with shame, it took Katarina a moment to realize LeBlanc was in the same predicament as her, so preoccupied with her own misfortune. She smiled, the prospect that LeBlanc might have suffered the same indignations filling her heart with hope, that at last she may have found a comrade to assist her. LeBlanc's eyes shone with a malicious light, and her lips curled into a crooked half-smile. Whereas Katarina viewed her as aid, she looked upon the assassin like a predator sizing up prey. “Hey Kat,” she sneered, and the red-head grew suddenly wary. “Been having fun?”

Chapter 9 - Geno-type pt. 9

Jake ran down stairs, and bounded into the kitchen. Tyler’s mother was just finishing scooping whatever it was she was cooking into bowls. “Hey, Mom.” Jake said as nonchalantly as he could muster. For as long as Jake could remember, he had spent as much time at Tyler’s house as he had at his own. Everyone in Tyler’s household had long since begun to think of him as one of the family, and treated him as such. They also insisted he refer to them in kind. Jake had both of his hands in the front pouch of the hoodie, in an effort to keep it stretched down to his waist. If he took his hands out, the hoodie would start to ride up his stomach and expose much of his midriff. He had the waistband for the shorts sitting a bit below his waistline in order to ensure that the bottom of the pant legs extended down long enough to keep his lengthy dong from slipping out. If he let the hoodie creep up it would make a large patch of his bush readily visible by all. And really didn’t want to show that off to his secondary mother. Just the thought of it made him want to curl up and die of embarrassment. “Oh, hello, dear. Good timing. I was just finishing up.” She picked up a bowl and turned to face Jake. “Oooh. I like the outfit.” She chuckled a little and gave Jake a sly wink. She immediately recognized all the clothes as belonging to Tyler. Not only did they fit Jake really poorly, but she had had to wash all them numerous times in the past. “Here you go. Might want to give it a minute. It’s still pretty hot.” She said as she handed Jake the bowl. Jake thanked her and grabbed the bowl with both hands. The second he took his hands out of the pockets, the bottom of the hoodie began to roll up like a window blind in a Tom and Jerry cartoon. “You’re all natural, I see. That’s a bit of a rarity in this day and age.” She chuckled again and playfully rapped her knuckles on his exposed abdomen. Jake was positively mortified. He could not even speak he was so embarrassed. His face felt hot and was turning deep shades of red. He held the bowl close to him, and with a quick nod to Tyler’s mom, he turned and slunk off to the table. As Jake was approaching the table, Tyler finally entered the kitchen as well. Jake gave him a pleading look that seemed to say ‘why would you leave me alone with this crazy lady?’ Tyler just tilted his head to the side a little and raised an eyebrow. The expression on his face seemed to say ‘do I even want to know what I just walked in on?’ Jake began to pull one of the chairs out from the table, but he heard Tyler’s mother call to him, “Oh no. Not that one, dear. Use the one to the left.” Jake was overcome with a sense of confusion and dread. He had never had his own designated spot before, and given the way this dinner was turning out, he doubted that his new seating assignment would be a good thing. Jake shot Tyler a look of ‘what is even happening here?” Tyler just shrugged. He had no idea about the assigned seats either. Jake moved over to the next chair and pulled it out. As he was pulling the seat out he realized that this one was different than the rest. There was a large foam donut on the seat. Jake set his bowl on the table, and picked up the object from his chair. Jake pointed to the donut and gave Tyler a look of ‘What!? Why is this even here?” Tyler recognized it instantly. It was the foam donut his grandmother used to use to sit on when she was still living with them. It was starting to make sense to him now. Part of him really wanted to laugh, but he was also feeling the dread well up inside of him. If his mother thought that Jake needed to use that, then that means they were totally busted. “Oh, now don’t be that way. Judging by the way you were screaming earlier, I know you could use it.” Tyler’s mom said. Jake’s face was turning new and exciting shades of red. He quickly put the donut back on the chair and sat down. He hung his head down, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. Jake had to admit, though. The foam ring really helped. It put all the pressure on outside edges of his ass, and took the pressure off of his still aching, ravaged hole. “You’ve got quite the set of pipes on you, boy. It seems like it’s always quiet ones that are the screamers.” She just beamed at Jake and continued to chuckle. She was obviously enjoying teasing Jake. Tyler realized his mom was taking this extremely well decided to step in. “You seem surprisingly chill about…. Well…” Tyler made a hand motion of pointing back and forth between he and Jake. “Us.” “Well, of course I am, silly. Your dad and I have been expecting this for years.” Jake and Tyler looked at each other and exchanged a mutual look of ‘What the actual fuck?’ “Anyone who has seen you two together for any extended amount of time could see you two were madly in love with each other. I think it’s really sweet. Ah, young love.” Tyler’s mother was holding the serving spoon with both hands while staring wistfully into space. Tyler quietly slipped past her, grabbed a bowl, and then sat down next to Jake at the table. His mother snapped out of her little reverie and continued her story. “You know, your dad and I had actually taken bets on when it would happen. I thought you two would be officially a couple by the time you were fourteen. You owe me $20 by the way.” Tyler raised an eyebrow questioningly at her; his mouth was crammed too full of mac n’ cheese to vocalize his question. “Oh, I’m just kidding, dear. Enjoy your dinner. If you need me, I have a hot date with Lt. Horatio Craine. Lord, he’s fine.”     Tyler’s mother took her food and went off to the front room to eat her dinner. She returned to watching a CSI marathon; leaving Jake and Tyler to finish their food in silence. The two of them were still having trouble calming their nerves after one of the most awkward family moments in the history of the world. Neither one was really sure how they felt about it all. Fortunately Jake soon worked up the nerve to diffuse the atmosphere. He leaned over to Tyler and said “Dude, your mom ships us so hard.” They both started howling with laughter. After they stopped laughing long enough to finish their meals, they placed their bowls in the sink and ran back up to Tyler’s room. Jake hadn’t even had time to shut the door behind him before Tyler was already pulling off his pants. Tyler predicted Jake’s reaction to this and began his counterargument before even beginning to turn around. As Tyler turned around to face Jake, his hefty dick swinging low as he did so, he said “Look dude, these pants are way uncomfortable, and besides. You know you like it better this way.” Tyler grinned lasciviously as he swung his hips from side to side, causing his massive cock to slap loudly against one leg and then the other. Jake had to admit, he loved seeing Tyler naked, so he wasn’t about to complain. Tyler pulled off his robe and the t-shirt he had on under it as well. “Might as well take yours off, too.” Tyler said. “Not like it’s doing you a lot of good anyway. Tyler made a nodding gesture towards Jake’s leg. Jake looked down and could see his pant legs had begun creeping up on him, and the last few inches of his cock were clearly visible hanging down below the hem of the shorts. Jake once again turned bright red. He just had to hope that Tyler’s mom hadn’t noticed as they walked past the front room to get to the stairs. He began pulling his clothes off as well. Hanging around Tyler was turning him into a bit of an exhibitionist. Tyler walked over to his desk and picked up the TV remote. He flipped the TV on and then grabbed the Xbox controllers that were lying on his desk. He tossed one of them to Jake. Jake caught the controller and took his normal seat on the bean bag chair sitting right in front of the TV. Jake expected Tyler to wheel his desk chair over to the TV like he normally did, but instead Tyler flopped down right into Jake’s lap. Tyler pulled on a headset and put the other one on Jake. As the game fired up Jake and Tyler managed to get comfortable. Jake slipped his arms under Tyler’s and rested his head on Tyler’s shoulder. They did pretty well at the game. They had it set to team based vehicle combat. Jake was driving and Tyler was shooting. They both kept getting distracted at various times throughout the match, though. If there was a lull in the action, Jake would hug Tyler tightly and give him a quick kiss on the nape of his neck. Jake was drinking in Tyler’s smell the whole time. He loved everything about it; the scent of the soap on Tyler’s freshly cleaned skin, the scent of Tyler’s hair and the shampoo that he used. Just being so close to Tyler was getting Jake hard. Tyler could feel it, too; Jake’s growing erection was poking right into Tyler’s back. Whenever he could find time Tyler would move his hips so that his ass and the small of his back were rubbing up against Jake’s shaft. Jake was finding it harder and harder to focus on the game as he himself got harder and harder. Tyler also found himself getting worked up. Every kiss Jake planted on his neck made him get more and more aroused. As soon as the match ended, Tyler spun around and began passionately kissing Jake on the lips; Jake returned the kisses with the same intensity. They were returned to the waiting lobby after a brief loading screen, and they could hear some loud thirteen year old from the opposite team. He was livid that his team lost and was screaming at everyone else. He was quick to single out Jake and Tyler since they had the highest score. He screamed at them calling them cheaters, calling them cowards, campers, kill stealers, and not the least of all fags. This last bit got Tyler’s attention. He decided to give this annoying kid the send-up he deserved. Tyler flipped on video chat so that all the people in the waiting room could see Jake and him. “Here’s a message to that little loud-mouthed, blow-hard, preschooler. You called us a lot of things that weren’t true, but you got one thing right.” He then spun back around and began making out with Jake. They hammed it up a bit, making it was extra hot and extra noisy. Tyler extended his middle finger towards the camera, and then hit the button to exit the game; all while keeping his lips firmly locked with Jake’s. Tyler broke the embrace and shoved Jake back into the chair. Tyler then slid down onto all fours and began licking up and down Jake’s shaft. Jake was rigid and had already begun leaking awhile ago, as was evidenced by the large wet spot on Tyler’s back. Tyler was on his knees as he worked over Jake’s cock with his tongue. Tyler could feel his beach ball sized nuts resting on the carpet. His already massive semi quickly finished growing into a gargantuan erection. Tyler could feel it poke him in the chin from time to time and he sucked Jake’s cock. Jake noticed his boyfriend’s untended erection, and He wished to return a least some of the favor. Jake maneuvered his feet down to Tyler’s waist and slid them under Tyler’s massive cock so that they were pressed up against the underside of the base of his dick. Jake dug in and began to roll his feet around. The balls of his feet were digging into the sensitive flesh on the underside of Tyler’s penis. The heels of his feet were digging into the top side of Tyler’s enormous nuts. Jake rocked his feet back and forth so that the pressure alternated between the balls and heels of his feet; he was simultaneously kneading Tyler’s shaft and sack. Tyler was now leaking large amounts of pre; what didn’t smear across the underside of his chin dribbled onto the carpet, creating a thick, slimy pool. Jake’s footjob made Tyler even hornier. Tyler placed his elbows against Jake’s thighs to steady himself and grabbed Jake’s cock and balls; Tyler’s left hand wrapped firmly around Jake’s cock, and his right hand gently massaging one nut and then the other. Jake’s balls were now too large for Tyler to fit both in one hand at the same time. Tyler wrapped his lips around the tip of Jake’s cock and began to take s much of it in his mouth as he could. Tyler loosened up the back of his throat to allow Jake’s cock to slide even farther in. Tyler made it about halfway down the shaft; He could take more of Jake’s cock down his throat, but they were too tangled together for him to move much farther. The sensation of having his cock so deep down Tyler’s throat was better than anything he could have imagined. Tyler’s throat was warm, slick, and very tight. Jake could feel Tyler’s breathing. Tyler would occasionally try to swallow instinctively, and the feeling of all the muscles in Tyler’s throat clenching and unclenching in an attempt to shove whatever was blocking the tube down into the stomach blew Jake’s mind; it felt like hundreds of fingers working Jake’s shaft from all side. Tyler wanted to take even more of his lover’s cock. He wanted to keep going until he was face down in Jake’s fluffy brown bush. Tyler couldn’t move in the current Kama Sutra gone wrong pose they were both locked in, and so he shook Jake’s legs off of him; even though the foot job felt amazing. He was focused on taking more and more of Jake’s cock. Tyler pulled himself forward and pushed Jake back into the chair even farther; all while managing to not even give up an inch of Jake’s cock. Jake was now lying almost completely horizontal. His ass hung over the side of the bean bag. He realized that Tyler shook him off so that he could swallow more of his sword, but Jake refused to just sit back and watch. Jake began to stand up slowly and walk forward. All the while he guided Tyler so that Tyler could shift his weight back and sit down comfortably on his rear; Tyler still refused to let even a centimeter of Jake’s cock escape him. The new sitting position pushed Tyler’s dick upward in such a way that it was now pointing past his chin. It mashed awkwardly against the underside of Jake’s own cock. Tyler was now streaming pre as he struggled to keep himself from cumming until he reached his goal. His deluge was beginning to completely soak Jake’s dick. Jake could see the Tyler’s monstrous dick was going to get in the way. Even though Jake really enjoyed the feeling of Tyler’s dick rubbing against his own, he knew he needed to find a better place for it. Jake grabbed Tyler’s dick and guided it down enough that he could swing his own hefty nut sack over it.  Jake continued his forward march allowing Tyler to swallow more and more of his length. Jake let go of Tyler’s shaft and used his hands to instead spread his own cheeks apart. Tyler’s dick swung upward as soon as it was released and poked Jake right in his ass. As Jake shifted both of their positions Tyler was able to take more and more of Jake’s dick into his mouth. He had already reached the point where his own dick had thoroughly creamed Jake’s. Tyler’s tongue was pressed firmly up against his own puddle of pre. He could taste his own juices coating Jake’s skin, and it just brought him closer to blowing his load. Tyler was dripping with sweat. It was taking everything he had just to keep from cumming. His breathing was getting shallow, both from being so turned on and from having to breathe very carefully to get air to his lungs around the thick dick that was filling his mouth and throat. Jake could feel Tyler getting closer and closer to release. Jake was amazed he hadn’t done so already. Jake was also very close; his nuts were already seizing upward. His legs were feeling like jelly, but Jake fought through it. He only needed to feed Tyler a few more inches. By this point Jake was all but using Tyler’s huge cock as a chair. Jake’s ass was squarely situated right on Tyler’s cock head. The head was far too big to ever slip inside of Jake, but it pushed hard against Jake’s hole. Jake’s asshole was pressed right up against Tyler’s slit; Jake could feel the large amounts of pre that Tyler was streaming flowing into his ass. Jake still couldn’t control his ass muscles enough to close his hole, and he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to fully recover. His ass felt so loose and free. He wanted it to always be open for whatever Tyler wanted to put into it. Jake continued his advance. He was so close to blowing is load; not only were all of Tyler’s throat muscles working over his shaft like before, but now Tyler was also working over what little bit of Jake’s cock was in his throat wildly with his tongue. Jake’s mind was going fuzzy, His hips were bucking. His legs were wobbling. He knew he could not hold it in anymore, but right as his resolved failed he felt it; Jake’s balls slapped against Tyler’s chin. Tyler had been ready to cum for what felt like ages. The way Jake was riding his cock like a bar stool really didn’t help matters, either. His cock head was pressed right up into Jake’s ass, and it felt as if his slit and Jake’s loose, hole were having hot, sloppy makeouts; Tyler was actually feeling jealous of is own dick. Tyler would just have to make a note to give Jake a good rimming later on. He’d like to see his dick take all of someone else’s dick inside it. He thought with smug satisfaction. Then he replayed that thought in his head. Wow. He really would love to see his cock take someone else’s inside it. He’d never even thought of that as an option before. Just the thought of it now was making bringing him over the edge. He wanted to hold back, but he knew it was a lost cause. Right as Tyler was about to give when in he felt a strange tickling sensation on his nose. Tyler opened his eyes, and all he could see was a tangled mass of brown hair. He had done it. He was now face down in Jake’s wild bush. Tyler breathed in deeply. He took in the smell. He could smell Jake’s fresh sweat and a hint of shampoo and conditioner. Tyler surged forward to take the last inch of Jake’s meat, smacking his chin loudly against Jake’s balls. They came in unison, harder than either had ever cum before. Jake fired shot after shot, directly down Tyler’s throat. Tyler’s belly filled up as Jake unloaded gallons of hot cum into him. Tyler returned the favor by firing gallon after gallon directly into Jake’s open hole. They both quickly reached max capacity. Jake stepped off of Tyler’s colossal gusher and began pulling his cock slowly out of Tyler’s throat. He was helped along by the torrential force of his own spooge spraying down Tyler’s throat. Jake managed to pull the last of his two foot long cock out of Tyler’s mouth, but he was still spraying at full force. It was now Tyler’s turn to get completely drenched, and he loved it. He kept his mouth open, trying to catch as much of his lover’s spunk as he could. In order to pull his meat out of Tyler’s throat, Jake had to walk backwards over the raging geyser of jizz that was Tyler’s cock. The warm blasts hit him squarely on the underside of his cock and balls, and well as splashing onto his chest and legs. Once Jake had completely extricated himself from Tyler’s mouth he walked back over the fountain, and planted a lot sloppy kiss on Tyler’s lips. Not only was Tyler’s face completely covered in Jake’s cum, but Tyler also had a mouth full of spunk he had been savoring. As they kissed passionately, the gooey wad was passed back and forth between them as their tongues rubbed up against each other. The force of their tongues whisked the cream into a bubbly froth. Jake was intoxicated with the taste of Tyler’s saliva mixed with his own jizz. After they broke for breathe, Jake pushed Tyler onto the floor, and sat down on top of him. Jake positioned his ass so it was sitting right on Tyler’s abdomen. Jake’s back was pressed flat up against Tyler’s still wildly firing giant cock. The tip of Tyler’s towering dick pressed up between Jake’s shoulder blades. Tyler’s torrent continued to fire upwards, plastering the ceiling with his cum; large globs of it rained down all around the room, especially onto the two boys. Jake ground his penis into Tyler’s chest. He would fire another blast with each thrust; spraying all over Tyler’s face and onto the carpet and TV stand behind him. Tyler was drinking up as much of Jake’s cum as he could manage without choking under the downpour. With Tyler’s spunk raining from above and Jake’s jizz spraying at him from below it was getting hard to tell whose was whose any more. Tyler scooped up large handfuls of it and offered it to Jake. Jake would grab Tyler’s wrists and greedily slurp up the offerings. He would not stop until Tyler’s hands were completely clean. Occasionally Jake would lean in and plant another wet kiss on Tyler’s mouth. They would hold these long passionate kissed while being showered from multiple directions.  During which time they would swap and combine the loads they had in their mouths until they broke apart and swallowed the mix. This went on and on, and the minutes stretched into half an hour and kept on going. Their minds were too hazy with sex to manage anything above even the most basic thought. All they could think about was how much they wanted each other. It must have been at least 45 minutes after they had both begun cumming that they finally were too tired to continue. Their streams dried up. Their cocks softened. Jake rolled off of Tyler and fell back onto the now slimy bean bag chair; Tyler’s cum still streaming out of his ass. Tyler used the last of his strength to climb on top of Jake and hug him tightly; his head nestled in Jake’s chest. Jake brushed back Tyler’s hair; revealing a relatively untouched portion of skin on Tyler’s scalp. He kissed Tyler’s forehead sweetly and began to drift off as well. As Jake was slipping into slumber he saw a red blinking light on the camera, but he was too tired and his brain was still too foggy from sex to wonder about what it might mean.  

Chapter 5 - Geno-type pt. 5

Jakes mind was still fuzzy when he finally woke up. He tried to remember where he was and what he was doing. The room was fairly dark. He could see out the window on he other side of the room, and the sun was almost completely below the horizon. He was in a bed, but not his. It seemed very familiar though. He was clutching something large close to his chest. He typically slept with a body pillow and so this was pretty standard, but this was obviously not a pillow. It was soft and yet firm. It gave off its own heat. He could feel a warm breath against his exposed chest… Exposed chest? He was naked. Completely. He could feel someone else’s ankles tangled up in his own. Someone else who was equally naked. He looked down and he could see the top of the blonde head that was nestled against his chest. The memories of what he had doe earlier this afternoon flooded back to him all at once. He had sucked off his best friend. No. He had sucked off his best friend in front of an open window. No. He had sucked off his best friend in front of an open window in broad daylight.             Jake tensed up. He didn’t know whether to celebrate or start panicking. He realized that most likely no one saw them. People wouldn’t have been off work by then and how many kids actually play outside these days? If someone had seen them you could be sure they would have heard about it by now. Angry parents are always looking to tell people what they can and can’t do in their own homes. That left another problem though. Jake looked down at Tyler. Tyler was fast asleep still. He looked so sweet and peaceful like that. Jake kissed Tyler on the top of his head. He took a moment to take in the smell of his hair. Jake wished they could be together like this forever, but he knew Tyler would wake up soon. Once Tyler was awake there was no telling what would happen.             Fortunately Tyler was a very sound sleeper. Jake managed to untangle himself from Tyler’s arms and legs and slip out of the bed without waking the other boy up. He sat on the side of the bed watching Tyler sleep. Jake really did love Tyler. This had been obvious to Jake for years, but he had never dared talk to Tyler about it. He had been too afraid of rejection. As much as he wanted to go to the next level he was too afraid of losing his best friend.             Jake continued to watch Tyler sleep from his position on the side of the bed. He was trying to decide what to do next. Part of him wanted to leave now and hide away forever. Part of his wanted to stay there and spend as much time with Tyler as possible. There was no guarantee they could still be friends after this. Jake had never let his guard down like this before. He had never put himself in such an uncertain position. He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream. He knew he needed to get out of that room and clear his head, though. He took another look at his friend and leaned in close. Jake gave Tyler a quick peck of the cheek. He continued to hover there for a moment. He could hear Tyler’s breathing. Feel the warm air waft over him. All he could smell was Tyler, and he never wanted to forget it. Jake couldn’t stop himself. He went in closer for another kiss; this time right on the lips. It interrupted Tyler’s breathing pattern momentarily, but it was not enough to actually wake him. Jake breathed a sigh of relief and began to gather his clothes.             Jake’s clothes were not wearable at all. They were caked and crusted with dried semen. They had been completely soaked through, and then left to dry in the middle of the floor. Jake needed to find something to wear. He didn’t enjoy walking around naked. It made him feel exposed and weak; even more so being exposed while his best friend slept just a few feet away. Jake decided to try and find any of Tyler’s clothes that might fit him. They used to swap clothes all the time, but that was years ago. Jake sifted through Tyler’s underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of briefs. He did not like wearing boxers. The added support gave him peace of mind. Fortunately Tyler and Jake had similar waist sizes despite their height difference. For once Tyler was glad he was super bony.             Jake slipped on the underwear, and began adjusting himself. Even though these were the same size he normally wore, they felt smaller than he was used to. Maybe Tyler liked to wash them on hot to shrink them down a bit. It really didn’t matter why they were small, though. Jake just had to work with what he had. After a minute of shifting and adjusting his package he finally got comfortable enough. He walked over to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He was a mess. His brown hair was sticking out wildly in random directions. The cum shower he had been given last night had soaked into his hair. Then falling asleep with all that in his hair caused him to get the weirdest case of bed head ever. Robert Pattinson might have been able to rock this look, but Jake certainly could not.             On the subject of sparkly vampires, Jake’s face was also covered in chalky, white splotches. He had thick layers of caked on jizz coating most of his face. Further surveying the damage he realized it had also coated much of his chest as well. There was also a bit on the inside of his thighs, but that was most likely actually his. This was going to be a bitch to get off.             As he was looking down he noticed his package was jutting out in front of him rather obscenely. The front pouch of his briefs were so packed that the waistband could not even reach back to touch his abdomen. He could clearly see his junk tightly packed into the pouch. Jake just sort of sighed to himself. It would make sense that Tyler would buy those enhancing underwear. These things had to be like a wonder bra for your ballsack. It just pushed everything up and forward.             He filled the sink with warm water and began splashing his face. He was hoping this would help get his mind off of his current situation; it didn’t. He could feel his fear and panic returning. He soaked his hands again and pressed them up against his face, covering his eyes. He stood there for a few minutes, feeling the warm water soak into his face. Then he felt a pair of smaller arms wrap around him from behind.             “I’m sorry.” Tyler said. “Please don’t cry. I got so caught up in the moment, I didn’t even think about what it would be like for you. I was horny. I was excited. I had been waiting all day to show you my gift that I just lost control.”             “I’m not crying.” Jake lied. He was trying to keep his voice from trembling. “I was just washing my face, see?” He began soaking his hands in the sink again.             “We both know that’s not true. Look. I think I understand. Come on. Look at me.” Tyler tried to turn Jake around. Jake resisted at first, but then slowly turned around and looked at Tyler. Jake’s eyes were red. Even though his face was soaked it was obvious he had been crying. “Wow. I really did a number on your face, didn’t I?” Tyler said as he cracked a goofy smirk.             In spite of his sullen mood, Jake could not resist Tyler’s attempt at humor. That goofy smile got him every time. He started to laugh even though tears were still streaming from his eyes. “That’s better.” Tyler said. “Here. You still have a little something on your face. Let me help you with that.” Jake bent in a little close so he was closer to eye level with Tyler. Tyler craned his neck up a bit and wrapped his arms around the back of Jake’s neck. He then planted a long and passionate kiss right on Jake’s lips. Jake tensed up for a second, but then he let himself return the kiss. They remained locked in that passionate embrace for what seemed like forever. Neither one wanted to let it end. When they finally broke apart it was because they both were desperate for air.             “God, I have loved you for so long.” Tyler said. Jake did not expect to hear this. He had convinced himself that his love would be forever unrequited.             “Wait… You mean you loved me back? Why did you never tell me?”             “Why did you never tell me?” Tyler shot back. “We probably thought the same thing. What if he doesn’t love me back? What if this makes things awkward between us? What if he is disgusted by me now that he knows I am into dude? What if he hates me after he finds out?”              “But I could never hate you!” Jake protested.             “And I could never hate you, but we still thought it. Our fear has kept us from loving the one we truly want to be with.”             Jake had never been happier in his life, and neither had Tyler. “Does this make us an item?” Jake asked with a nervous grin on his face.             “I believe it does!” Tyler replied. He was positively beaming. He cheeks hurt from how wide he was smiling.             “Then what say you, we make it official?” Jake said. His tone of voiced had changed. It was more sultry. More seductive. He was also giving Tyler the same bedroom eyes from last night. Tyler could see that Jake was sporting a massive hard on. The briefs he was wearing were trying unsuccessfully to contain his massive erection. His dick was pressing against the fabric so hard that front was forever going to be too stretched out to be usable again. Tyler recognized them as his own, but he didn’t mind. It’s not like he would ever fit into them again anyway.             They continued to kiss as they made their way back to the bed. When they were at the side of the bed Jake put his thumbs in the waistband and begin to push down, but Tyler stopped him. “No, wait. Let me do this.” Tyler got down on his knees in front of Jake and grabbed the waistband. He could scarcely contain his excitement. Everything about this moment was perfect. He was undressing his boyfriend, and what followed next was sure to be amazing. He slowly pulled the briefs down. Jake’s cock was pulled down with the waistband until it finally sprung loose. It sprayed Tyler a bit as it sproinged back up. Jake was already leaking in anticipation. Tyler was now face to face with his boyfriend’s cock. It was amazing. It was beautiful. It was huge. He had to be at least a foot long. Tyler tried to think back to earlier in the afternoon. There was no way Jake was that big earlier today. Tyler couldn’t hold back any more. He grabbed ahold of he cock tip with one hand and began licking up and down the shaft as he worked Jake’s balls with the other hand.             Jake was not expected Tyler to start off so vigorously. He had been on the verge of cumming for minutes now and this sudden stimulation was just too much. He came hard, all over Tyler’s face. Jake was amazed at how much he had managed to cum. He had never shot that much, or that long, or that hard in his life. Tyler was grinning from ear to ear even though his face was completely coated with seed. “Done so soon?” Tyler teased. Jake wasn’t done yet, though. Even though he had just came he was already hard and ready for more. The two boys fell into bed and continued to make out. Jake was getting a taste of Tyler’s lips and skin as well as his own cum every time he kissed Tyler. It was a whole new experience for him, and it just made him harder. “What is it you like about me?” Jake asked. Still unable to believe this was true.             “Everything. I love the way you walk. I love the way you talk. The way you get unironically excited about the goofiest shit. The way you can name every dwarf in The Hobbit. The way you make me fall in love with books I’ve never read, games I’ve never played just from listening to you ramble on about them for hours.” Tyler enunciated each point by pushing Jake back a little and planting kisses on him. By the time he was done Jake was pinned back against the wall. “I even called that crazy alien Geno and I have never played Mario RPG.  I only knew of that character because of you.”             Jake was surprised by this. “You met Geno? You actually called him Geno? Why did you do that?”             Tyler was laughing as he recalled his visitation. “I was just being a smartass. I thought it was all some weird dream. Wait, why? Did you call him Geno, too?”             “What else would I call a random alien man with magic star power? How’d he respond?”             “He just kind of took it in stride. It seems he thinks that ‘Geno’ is a traditional Earth title for space visitors.” Tyler was still laughing about how silly the whole situation was. “He said that you summoned him, you know. What were you wishing for so hard that he could hear it from outer space?”             Jake kind of fidgeted. “It’s silly. He couldn’t do it anyway.”             “Magic starman couldn’t grant your wish? And I thought my wish was far fetched.” Tyler teased Jake a bit.             “Well. He says that physical things are easy. Genetic modification, matter adjusting. No problem, but messing with people’s feelings and personalities is not possible. He told me it wouldn’t be fair to the other person, and it wouldn’t be satisfying anyway.”             Tyler was genuinely curious now. “How so?” “Well, let’s say… hypothetically, I asked for my best friend to fall in love with me. True I would have the love of my life love me back, but it wouldn’t be right. I would know in the back of my mind that he never did fall for me. He was forced to love me by someone else. I couldn’t live with that.” “Right. Hypothetically.” Tyler rolled is eyes. “But you ended up getting me anyway.” Tyler hugged Jake tightly and kissed him on the cheek. “Did he give you another wish?” “I don’t know. The response he gave me was kind of cryptic.” Jake replied, losing himself in thought. “Well what did you wish for?” “I wished that… Whatever happens next, I wished that you could share it with me.” Jake was blushing really hard at this. “Nothing’s going to come from it, probably. He just said he’d see what he can do, and then vanished.” Tyler remembered back to meeting Sam in the showers. There’s no way his dick was that big beforehand. Same with Jake’s. Tyler knew what happened next. Geno went and visited him. Gave him his new power, and you can bet he is going to share it with Jake. Just like he wished for.  

Chapter 8 - Geno-type pt. 8

Jake and Tyler kissed long and passionately. Jake was unable to bend forward with Tyler’s rigid, colossal, length wedged between them. Fortunately he was able to crane his neck down a bit, and Tyler was able to stand up on his toes enough for them to lock lips. They pulled each other in tightly; Jake even managed to lift Tyler off his feet a bit so they could kiss deeper. Sandwiched between Tyler’s monumental cock and Jake’s abdomen, was Jake’s smaller, but still massive, cock. Both boys could feel their members rubbing together as they kissed. Jake could feel a sticky wetness spreading across his chest, letting him know turned on Tyler was. Tyler could feel a similar sensation spreading across the lower half of his shaft. Both boys were ready to have another go right then and there in the shower stall, but their passion was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. They gazed into each others eyes with a mixture of despair, longing, and lust. They knew they had to get down to dinner soon to avoid arousing suspicion, but they were both so horny; they just wanted to finish. Consequences be damned.             Tyler leaned in for another kiss, but Jake held him at bay. Jake slowly shook his head. Tyler could see the pain in his eyes. Jake wanted to continue as much as e did, but Jake was always the more level headed of the two. Tyler realized that Jake was right. They couldn’t stay up here all night. They had to make a showing, and carry on as if things were normal. Tyler let out a raggedy sigh. He took a moment to let his heart rate slow down and his breathing return to normal.             Tyler could see that Jake was nowhere near ready to go downstairs yet. There were large chunks of cum still caked onto him. The shower had helped to soften it up a bit, but he needed a solid scrubbing to get it all off. Tyler leaned quickly to give Jake one last quick peck on the cheek and then opened the shower door. “I’ll get us some clothes. Hurry up and get cleaned up.” Jake nodded. His face was an odd combination of colors; his cheeks were bright red and there were still white globs intermittently splattered across his face.             Jake placed his left pointer and middle fingers on his chest. He traced his fingers along the slimy, sticky pool of Tyler’s pre that was steadily trickling down his front. He could smell it even over the fresh soapy smell. Once his fingers were thoroughly coated, Jake slipped his fingers into his mouth and stepped back under the shower stream. He sucked as much of it as he could off of his fingers; basking in the flavor. When his fingers were completely clean, he picked up the cloth and soap and began work on the rest of him.             Meanwhile Tyler sifted through his drawers for clothes. He was beginning to worry that he’d never be able to find anything tat would fit him when he saw it; an old worn out pair of sweat pants. Tyler recognized these. They actually belonged to his dad, but must have been mixed in wit his laundry accidentally. Tyler’s dad was very similar to him in terms of height, but Tyler was in much better shape. These pants were designed for someone who is much wider all around than Tyler is, which made them perfect for him now. Tyler stuck his right leg in first and then began feeding his long tube down the same pant leg. Once his meat was safely put away, he slipped the other leg in and began pulling the pants up. He had managed to get them up on his hips, but they wouldn’t go any further. Any more and they began to cramp his nuts in a painful way. It would have to do, Tyler thought, as he tightened the drawstring as tight as he could manage. The pants stayed up well enough, but the base of his shaft, his well trimmed pubic area, and most of his ass were all very visible.             Tyler dug around for a shirt, to, but none were long enough. They all stopped right at about the waist. Tyler then remembered an old bath robe he had in his closet. It was given to him a few years ago by his grandparents. Grandparents never knew what kind of gifts to give, but Tyler graciously accepted it and stashed it away where it would never be worn. He had never been happier to be related to such a tacky old woman. He threw the robe on and tied it around the waist. It served its purposes and covered up his Netherlands in such a way that he could at least be seen in public.             Tyler looked over is odd outfit in the mirror. He looked ridiculous. He had an ugly overcoat and the crotch line on his pants was down to his knees. Tyler had neither the grace, nor the animated penguin entourage to rock the look anywhere near as well as Dick Van Dyke had. At least his obscene bulge was covered up by the robe. His lower half bulged out in misshapen ways, but it wasn’t readily apparent what was causing it. As far as the average onlooker would be concerned, it was just a side effect of dressing like a frumpy old man.               Tyler grabbed a few articles of clothing for Jake as well. Jake was a lot easier to find clothes for, since his equipment was not as inhumanly large as Tyler’s. All Tyler had to worry about was finding clothes that were long enough for Jake’s tall, lanky frame. Jake pulled out a pair of basketball shorts that stopped well below his knees when he wore them. The shirt was the problem, though. He owned no long shirts. The best he could come up with was an old, baggy hoodie.             Tyler had good timing, for as soon as he had gotten Jake’s outfit ready he heard the water from the shower stop. Tyler scooped up the clothes and turned around to see Jake standing in the doorway. Jake had not a single scrap of cloth on him, save for the towel which was being used to dry his hair.             Jake could tell Tyler liked what he saw because as soon as Tyler turned and saw him his jaw dropped.  Jake was thin, but nowhere near emaciated. The only bits of his bone structure that could be seen clearly were the bottom ridge of his ribs, his collar bone, and just a little bit of a ridge on the sides of his hips. He had the rudimentary basis of muscles, which could sort of be seen from the right angles; such as if he flexed, you could almost make out the bump of his bicep. His stomach was flat, firm, and smooth. Tyler could see he had a little bit of muscle there, but it was nowhere near as toned and developed as his.             Jake was also much paler than Tyler. He wasn’t pasty, but he didn’t go outside enough to get a decent tan going. Jake also didn’t put near as much stock in manscaping as Tyler did; as was evidenced by the thick clumps of hair around his armpits and groin. Even in its currently wet state, the hair curled and clumped thickly around the base of his penis. Tyler had often teased him about this in the past. It seemed whenever they went swimming or some other activity that resulted him Jake not wearing a shirt, Tyler would constantly remind Jake not to overfeed his tribbles. Jake was naturally hairless everywhere else, which just served to make his few clumps of hair seem even more wild and unkempt.             But this was all stuff that Tyler had seen before. What really caught his eye was the thick, meaty, cock that Jake was now sporting. Jake could tell that Tyler was completely fixated on his schlong. It was Jake’s turn to show off now. His hard-on had had time to die down, but not completely. He still had a sizeable semi that hung at least halfway down to his knees. Behind the shaft dangled two melon sized balls. Jake’s balls didn’t sag near as much as Tyler’s did, but they still dangled far lower than they used to. The sheer weight of them was starting to cause them to become low hangers.             Jake rubbed his hair vigorously. His hair was pretty much dry by now, but he was no longer trying to dry off. Each hard brush of his scalp would send a wave through his body that would run down the length of his cock, causing it to swing heavily back and forth. Tyler looked like one of those old, novelty Felix the Cat clocks as his eyes traced the path of Jake’s dick as it slapped from thigh to thigh. Jake was enjoying the lusty gaze he was getting from Tyler, and Jake could see the outline of Tyler’s enormous cock stir and twist as it grew inside his sweatpants. Jake could see why Tyler enjoyed flaunting his stuff as much as he did, and as much as Jake wanted to keep the show going, he knew they were late for dinner as it was.             Jake playfully flung his soggy towel into Tyler’s face, and scooped up the clothes Tyler was holding.  Tyler quickly pulled the towel off, but Jake was already pulling the pants on. All but the very base of his shaft was already covered. Tyler gave Jake the biggest, sad puppy eyes he could manage. “Oh, all right.” Jake said with mock indignation as he pulled his pants back down a few inches. Not enough to expose the head, but enough to expose a good chunk of the shaft and all of his balls. “But that’s it for now. We have to get going.” Jake said as he pulled the shorts back up and slipped his shirt on.             Jake then leaned in really close to Tyler, and whispered seductively into his ear. “And besides. We have all night to pick up where we left off.” With that Jake gave one of Tyler’s gigantic nuts a gentle squeeze, and headed downstairs. 

Chapter 17 - Geno-type pt. 17

After Tyler left the nurse’s office, he wandered on over to the cafeteria. It was still his lunch period, and he was very hungry; a long round of hot sex tends to have that effect on people. He had to eat quickly though because the lunch period was almost over. After that he went ahead and attended his last class.             Tyler was bored through the entirety of his last period. World history? Why was he even in this class? If he really needed to know in what year Charlemagne crossed the ocean blue he’d just wikipedia it. Tyler listened to the teacher drone on about dates and figures. Tyler really didn’t care. This was all just review for the final on Thursday. Tyler had all of this in his notebook; in a far less boring version to boot. Tests in this class were mind numbingly easy. All Tyler had to do was memorize the study guide and show up for class. Five minutes afterwards he would jettison all knowledge of the subject into the wild blue yonder.             Tyler actually wished he could focus on the class, though. He had pangs of guilt gnawing away at the back of his mind. Tyler’s conscience was bitching him out non-stop. If this class was at least halfway interesting and the information halfway important, Tyler would at least have an excuse to tell that little voice on his shoulder to sit down and shut the hell up.             Tyler pondered what it would be like if he actually had an angel and a devil on each shoulder like in the cartoons. Would his angel and devil be as hung as he was? That would be hilarious to see, the little angel trying to float around all heavenly and innocent with a massive wang dragging across Tyler’s shoulder. The devil would enjoy it, though. Devils always seem to be naked, anyway. It’d probably enjoy its massive endowment.             Tyler began imagining a three inch tall, red skinned, naked version of himself sitting on his shoulder while stroking a five inch cock. Man, even Tyler’s nega-conscience is packing more meat that he was just three days ago. He’d probably cum more than his body weight. Devils don’t get tired like people do, right? He could jizz indefinitely; flooding he entire room with his demon seed. Everyone in the room would get soaked with the infernal spooge and begin to grow like Tyler had.             Tyler jerked awake suddenly. He could feel something tightening around his chest. He must have dozed off during class. It’s not the first time this has happened, but this is the first time Tyler dozed off while wearing his dick like a life-preserver. It was getting thicker and beginning to harden; constricting tightly around him. Is this what wearing a corset feels like? No wonder chicks seem to hate those things.             Fortunately just thinking about women in their lingerie, even Victorian era lingerie, was enough to get the swelling down. If he had ever doubted it before, Tyler could now safely say he was totally gay.             His dick was still a little tight around him. Tyler tried to calm himself down by repeating “Margaret Thatcher topless on a cold day” silently in his mind. Tyler did not actually know what Margaret Thatcher looked like, and so this served no purpose other than to make him want to laugh. Of course he couldn’t bust out laughing in class. Well, I mean, he could, but then he’d have to explain what was making him laugh, and that would be a huge mess. How do you even tell someone that you are trying to get your bone down so that you don’t crack a rib without sounding like a total loony?             Tyler eventually managed to get his silent giggling under control; not without a few strange looks from his neighboring students, though. Tyler was glad for that bit of humor, though. It took his mind off of his troubles for a few moments; his trouble with Jake. Tyler felt the pit in his stomach open up again. Oh no. He made himself sad.             Tyler was really beating himself up over this. What was he thinking? He had wanted to confess to Jake for years! He finally does it. It goes amazing. They have a night of mind (and load) blowing sex. They go to school as an official couple; even announcing it publicly for everyone to hear. And then Tyler cheats on Jake. All this is the span of twenty four hours.             Tyler just wanted to slam his head into his desk while grinding his teeth and pulling out his hair, but he just sat there; silently imploding like a super nova. Tyler’s stomach felt like it was turning into a black hole of guilt. How could he be so stupid?             Finally the bell rang. Tyler was free from class, but he would have to face Jake. How would he do it? Would he try and hide it? Tyler was terrible at keeping secrets. Last year he had tried to throw a surprise party for Jake’s birthday. Ok, so is mom had set it up, but she told Tyler and told him to keep it a secret. Tyler just giggled like a stooge every time he was close to Jake, until Jake made Tyler’s mom spill the beans just to make Tyler shut up.             Tyler would have to fess up and soon. Tyler really wanted to just hop on the bus and head home that way. At least buy himself an hour or so to decide how to break the news. That would just make things worse, wouldn’t it? Jake was expecting him, and if Tyler ditched him at school it’d make Tyler look like an even bigger douche than he already was.             How to explain it, though? Sam did all the work. Tyler was just along for the ride. That makes it less bad, right? No, that’s stupid. Tyler knew he could have told Sam to stop at any moment, and Sam would have listened. Sam was so smitten with Tyler he would have done anything Tyler had asked.             Oh no. Tyler remembered that Sam still has a huge crush on him. If Tyler’s crush had been standing in front in front of him with a raging hardon he would have not given it a second thought before going ankles to ears; Tyler had actually proven this fact last night in various ways and positions.             Great. Now Tyler was beating himself up over cheating on Jake and leading Sam on like that. That does it. Tyler was going to curl up in a ball right here, in the middle of the hallway, and die. That’s the best option. Just shrivel up and die of shame.             Tyler was distracted from his mental smackdown of his self when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Tyler turned to see who it was; he was mentally preparing himself for the worst. He was actually hoping for another bully to be along to beat the shit out of him. Tyler would have welcomed it; he knew he deserved it.             No such luck. It was Jake, and he did not seem too pleased. “I had some time after I gave my presentation so I stopped by to see you, but you had already left. Mostly, anyway.” Shit. Tyler knew he was busted now. Jake had already seen the aftermath. It would be easy for Jake to figure out what went down after he left. Tyler wouldn’t be surprised if there was even a silhouette of Sam on the wall from when Tyler had blasted him back in an explosion of jizz. It’s like a twenty megacum bomb had gone off in there.             Tyler’s mind replayed the scene where Sam had actually lost his footing because he was being buffeted so hard by a fire hose of spooge. He had to admit, that was pretty hot; Tyler’s dick twitched in agreement. No. This is not the time for this. Tyler had much more important matters to attend to.             “Ok. First off, don’t be mad at Sam. It was totally my fault. I was showing off, and then he started sucking me off, and then it sort of got weird.” Tyler pleaded with Jake. Jake was actually glad to see that Tyler was being so honest about it.  Then again Tyler could never keep a secret; or lie for that matter. He was too expressive. Every thought he had was easily visible on his face whether he meant for it to be or not. Jake couldn’t even begin to count how many times they had stayed up all night watching terrible movies, and Jake had been more fascinated with Tyler’s face than with the movie. Even during the most boring scenes, Tyler was captivated. His facial expressions would match the mood of the scene; often mimicking that of the actors exactly. It was just one of the many reasons that Jake loved Tyler. Jake was also pleased to see Tyler step up to defend Sam. Tyler was so willing to take the blame, and Jake really respected him for that. That still left the issue of Tyler getting it on behind Jake’s back, though. Jake actually wasn’t sure how he felt about this. He wasn’t actually mad, per se.  He was just a little worried. Jake knew that Tyler loved him, but if he was so quick to put out with other people, how could Jake be sure that Tyler would stay with him. Jake knew that Tyler was a catch; Tyler was cute, ripped, and hung. Most of the girls and some of the boys wanted Tyler; basically anyone who was into guys was into Tyler. Tyler was way out of Jake’s league, but somehow Jake had managed to score him. Jake, the lanky, goofy, unassuming nerd next door, had managed to snag the high school heartthrob. “Please. Say something? Anything?” The sound of Tyler’s pleading snapped Jake back to reality. He had been so lost in his own thoughts, that he had not been paying attention to what was going on around him. Jake could see the hurt and fear in Tyler’s eyes. Jake let out a long sigh. “I was never actually mad at you. I was just worried.” Jake explained while putting both of his hands on Tyler’s shoulders in an effort to calm him down. “Worried?” Tyler tilted his head a bit, obviously confused. “Yeah. It would be so easy for you to find someone better. I mean look at Sam. He’s cute and cut and did you see that bulge? Those jeans were way too tight for him. Although, even if he wasn’t that hung, after a night with you he could be a porn star.” Jake tried his best to give a reassuring smile. Tyler’s could feel his heart breaking as Jake said “someone better.” Tyler gripped Jake’s hands tightly. “Don’t talk like that. I’ll never be able to find anyone better even if I searched the whole world. You are the smartest person I have ever met. You actually have a future after high school. You can go anywhere you want and do anything you want. You have the brains and the drive to succeed. If anyone should be worried about being left behind, it’s me.” Jake’s eyes were beginning to water. “Oh, come on, you have plenty of options after high school. You can probably get a sports scholarship to any college you would want.” “Maybe last week but not any more. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t regret the changes that have happened to me, but I won’t be doing any sport professionally any more.” Tyler thought for a second and then shrugged and said “Well, maybe I could do three legged racing.” Jake laughed a little and wiped his eyes. “No way. You are so much better at skeet shooting.” Tyler was laughing now, too. “We can be the Olympic skeet shooting team. Imagine the world records we would set!” Tyler wiped his eyes, too. “So, are you ok with Sam and I having done it?” Jake grinned and said “I’m just sad I didn’t get to see it. How much extra did you give him?” “Oh, he’s putting porn stars to shame now.” Tyler said with a mischievous grin; the devious glint returning to his eyes. “You like that part, don’t you?” Jake was slightly flustered by this. “I find it fascinating, is all. My interest is strictly scientific.” “Uh-huh. Scientific.” Tyler said with obvious sarcasm. “Well Sam wants us to come over later. Maybe you can film it… for scientific reasons.” Tyler said; adding in his trademark lascivious wink. “We just made up and already you are talking about having another go with Sam?” Jake asked, slightly taken aback. “Oh come on, it’s not cheating if you’re there too.” Tyler pleaded in his most seductive voice. The pleading was just for show, though. Tyler knew Jake was already on board. Tyler gave Jake’s swelling semi a quick squeeze to show that he knew he already won. Jake tried to let out a sigh of defeat, but let out a moan of pleasure instead. He quickly covered his mouth and looked around. No one else appeared to be around, which was fortunate. Although Jake wasn’t even sure he would care if someone else heard him anymore. Tyler pulled out his phone and sifted through his contacts, but he stopped before actually sending the call. “There’s a restroom down the hall.” Tyler leaned in close and whispered seductively, “That has an extra large stall.” Jake was slightly flustered and really horny now, but he pushed Tyler away. “So you’re a poet now?” Tyler just smirked and said “Bitch, I’m so krunk my watch says Rhyme-ex. But seriously, almost everyone is gone already, we can get spend some quality time together, and I am relatively sure no one will walk in on us.” Tyler was rubbing Jake’s massive cock though his pant leg while saying all this, and could feel it give a little surge as Tyler mentioned getting caught. Jake could tell from the look on Tyler’s face that Tyler could tell that Jake was a little turned on by the risk of discovery. Oh, shit. Tyler’s never going to let me live this down. Jake thought to himself. “Either way, I refuse to do it in a school bathroom. Those things are filthy.” Tyler gave Jake’s dick one last squeeze and said with a wink “Suit yourself.” Tyler then hit the send button on his phone. Jake let out a sigh of relief, but he knew that Tyler was not one to give up that easy. Jake was actually a little worried about what Tyler might think of instead. Tyler held the phone up to his ear and nodded to Jake as he asked “Your car windows are tinted, right?” Before Jake could even explain that his car is a jeep and doesn’t even have solid windows, let alone tinted ones, and that the cloth sides would do nothing to muffle their moans of pleasure Tyler turned away and responded to the phone. Sam’s phone began ringing, but Dalton had only just left. Sam could actually still see him way down the hallway. Dalton was obviously not the one calling Sam, but the number calling him was not one of his saved contacts. “…Hello?” Sam answered. “Sammy!” came the voice on the other line. It was Tyler. Even with the awkward voice distortion that seemed to happen on the phones, Sam could easily tell. After all, no one else called him Sammy. “You still at school?” Tyler asked. “Jake and I were about to head out. We could easily give you a ride if you want.” Sam was surprised by his good fortune. He had probably already missed his bus, so getting a ride would save him a lot of trouble. “Um, sure. I live a bit out of the way, though.” “No problem. We were all going to be hanging at your place anyway, right?” Sam actually had not planned on them all heading to his place so soon. He had figured he would have a little time to get cleaned up before Tyler and Jake decided to stop by, but if they were giving him a ride from school it would make sense and save a lot of time in the long run. “Sure. I don’t see why not.” “Great. Meet you out front.” Tyler had hung up before Sam had time to ask for specifics, but Sam didn’t mind too much. It’s not like Tyler and Jake would be hard to spot; optimistic juggalos seem to stand out in almost any setting. Within a few minutes all three of the guys had met up in front of the school. Sam was really nervous. Here was his crush, who he had just had the most bizarre sex with not even two hours ago, and his crush’s boyfriend, who may or may not already know about it. Sam could tell that Jake was eyeing him up and down. Jake’s gaze stopped on the outline of Sam’s sizeable dick. Sam wasn’t sure what to think. Was Jake checking him out? Maybe he was sizing up the competition? Fortunately Jake soon spoke and helped put Sam’s mind at ease a little. “I can see Tyler really did a number on you.” Sam’s face turned bright red. “It’s ok. Tyler told me about you and him in the nurse’s office. Relax, I’m not upset.” Jake then gestured to Sam’s bulge. “I take it you’ve figured out Tyler’s hidden talent already.” Sam nodded and turned even redder. Jake wished he could have been there when it happened. He would have loved to watch Sam’s dick swell up before his eyes. He wondered how big Sam had gotten before he even figured it out. Jake knew better than to press the issue right now though. It was pretty obvious that Sam was on high alert at the moment. Jake figured Sam probably still felt like he was mad at him for having sex with Tyler. Jake figured it would take Sam a little while to unwind and start realizing that no one was actually mad at him for anything. Rather than waste his time trying to get Sam to relax Jake just gestured to the parking lot. “I’ve got an old jeep parked way in the back. We’ve got a bit of walking ahead of us. Come along, Ponds.” Sam liked Jake. He didn’t think Jake was the duplicitous type, but he had expected Jake to be more upset about Sam having played doctor with Tyler. Sam looked to Tyler for reassurance. Tyler just smiled and nodded to let Sam know it was alright. Sam was able to start to relax and followed Jake and Tyler to Jake’s jeep.  

Chapter 1 - Fury of the Dragonborn

Tags: [Futa/F] [Rape] [Reluctant] [Rough] [Anal] [Deep Throat] [Tail Sex] [Excessive Cum] [Light Cum Inflation] [Non-Sexual Violence] [Impregnation] [Long] A loud roar echoed throughout the jungle, setting birds aflight as the force of it made the trees shake and rustle. Lifting her head, Katarina watched a flock of avians flying overhead away from the terrifying sound, a wicked grin crossing her ruby lips. The red-headed assassin knew that bellowing roar well. Somebody had picked a fight with the dragon that made its home in the jungle, hoping to earn a quick bounty for its head. A risky move here on the fields of justice. If they succeeded, all the gold could purchase some powerful weapons, weapons that could turn the tide of battle in their favour. If they succeeded. The opportunistic assassin aimed to make sure they didn't. Making her way down the river that flowed past the dragon's home, Katarina stepped slowly, cautiously. She didn't want to give herself away by splashing noisily as she tromped down the stream. Her black leather boots slipping through the shallow, chilled water, she was thankful they were sturdy enough to keep her feet dry. Clutched in each gloved hand was the hilt of a long, wickedly curved dagger, the blades caked with the dried blood of previous victims. They gleamed in the low light cascading through the trees, a deadly surprise for whoever was engaged in the dragon hunt. Brushing a few locks of her long, flowing, crimson hair from her face, two fingers lingered to trace a line across the old scar cut down across the left side of her face, narrowly missing her bright green eye. Perking her ears, the lightly tanned killer stopped and pressed her back against a nearby tree, the bark scraping uncomfortably against her lower back, exposed along with her midriff by her incredibly low cut top, barely even big enough to cover her heavily endowed chest. The leather jacket she wore wasn't any longer, the zipper undone so that she could use her cleavage as a distraction against any opponent who's eyes wandered too far down from her beautiful, albeit scarred, visage. Up ahead, she could hear the sounds of battle. Loud splashing as something thrashed about in the water, more roars and echoing growls, pained and weak sounding now, the dragon clearly faltering and losing the fight. Creeping forward just a bit more, Katarina poked her head out from around the tree, hoping she wasn't about to pick a fight with too large of a group. To her surprise and glee, she found no party of dragon slayers, but rather just one person standing her ground against the enormous fire-breathing beast amidst a pond, the shallow, ankle deep water tainted by blood. Ashen skinned and clad in scale armour coloured a fiery red and trimmed with shimmering gold, the woman was fighting the dragon bare-handed, no weapons to defend herself with, wearing just her draconic looking armour. Armour that looked like it was built more for aesthetics than actual protection. The leggings covered only the outsides of her thighs, climbing up to an armoured skirt that stopped below her belly and left her midriff exposed. A form-fitting chestplate protected her bosom, and curved shoulderpads might keep her from having a limb cut off at the shoulder, but the rest of her arms were bare, save only for an ornate pair of gauntlets, the left functioning as a wrist guard, while the right resembled a dragon's head, as if her right hand was a monstrous mouth reaching out to take a bite. The most interesting feature was the woman's helm though. Two wickedly curved horns protruding from the sides of it and curling backwards, and from the back of the helmet was what could only be described as a draconic tail, long and sinewy, trailing down the woman's back and past the curve of her ass. It left her face completely open however, her sharp, angular features staring down the actual dragon standing before her with a look of grim determination, her eyes practically glowing the colour of hot embers. Katarina grinned, watching as the dark, grey-skinned woman launched herself upon the enormous, green-scaled dragon, tearing at it with hands tipped with sharp, almost clawed looking fingers. The dragon's large, webbed wings beating as it tried to lift it's great bulk into the air, its plump belly and short, stubby legs dangling limply as it roared and spewed a gout of flame from its horned visage. The would-be dragon slayer simply stood her ground as she was bathed in flames, looking completely unfazed and unharmed as they sloughed off of her like water. With a bestial cry, she threw herself forward, and her claws tore through the dragon's protruding gut, carving deep grooves in its armoured scales like butter. The longer she watched the battle, the less confident Katarina became that this woman would be the easy kill she'd first thought her to be. The assassin counted at least three easily exposed vital areas, her stomach, her face, the jugular, not to mention how easy it would be to hamstring her through the bare portion of her thighs, but cutting her down would mean getting up close and personal, and the fiery-haired killer wasn't sure she wanted to get into melee range with somebody who could take a dragon on with her bare hands and come out the victor. No, a wise assassin picked her battles carefully, and this one wasn't in her favour, even with the element of surprise. Though, that wasn't to say that the endeavour need be a complete waste. Katarina's predatory gaze fell upon the dragon now, roaring in pain as the powerful woman grabbed it's head in one hand and one of its curved horns in the other, snapping the horn clean off and tossing it aside as the monster sought to gore her with it. In its weakened state, this beast would be an easy kill. The stolen bounty would be worth a small fortune, and it wouldn't be difficult to deliver a clean kill and escape before the other woman even realized what was going on. But she'd have to move quickly in order to steal credit for the beast before her foe did! Leaping out from behind the tree she'd hidden herself by, Katarina made a mad dash towards the wounded monster. Summoning what little magic she'd been taught by the trained killers she'd studied under, the scarlet-haired murderer vanished suddenly as she lunged at the dragon from forty yards away, disappearing into thin air and reappearing atop its back in a puff of smoke. Her legs straddling the beast's back, she grabbed it's one remaining horn to steady herself and with the other hand guided the tip of a knife deep into the monster's neck. The dragon let out one last bellowing roar, the sound cut short as Katarina sliced through its vocal chords, severing arteries and cutting clean through its throat. The dagger enchanted with spells designed to make it pierce hard armour, the blade was quickly soaked with blood as she sliced the dragon's head clean off, still grasping it by the horn as she leaped backwards, taking its head as proof that she'd slain it. Standing in the stagnant pool, the ashen-skinned woman stood in shock as the creature she'd been fighting fell decapitated onto its side with a loud splash, blood fountaining from the stump of its neck. Who dared... Who had the audacity to steal her kill? Narrowing her fierce, yellow eyes to slits, Shyvana the Half Dragon's gaze lowered to eye Katarina with a glare that felt like it was burning a hole through her. This wench sought to steal her rightful reward, and she'd pay dearly for that mistake. Katarina however, had no intention of sticking around for the glowering warrior to take her revenge. Pulling one of the many, many daggers strapped to her belt from its sheath, she gripped it lightly by the hilt and threw the weapon at her surprised opponent to serve as a distraction. The knife sailed through the air with expert aim, spinning end over end to strike Shyvana in the shoulder, the magic imbued blade biting into her shoulderpad and coming within millimetres of piercing her flesh through the thick armour plating. Without a second of hesitation, the assassin was off, bolting with the dragon's head still hanging in her grip by the horn. She tore through the jungle as fast as her legs would carry her, her boots sloshing noisily as she stomped across the riverbed. Nearing the treeline where the river crossed paths with one of the main roads of this forested region known as Summoner's Rift, Katarina took a second to glance back behind her with a smirk, looking to see just how much of a lead she had on her enraged pursuer. Her grin quickly melted away though when she saw that dark, terrifying woman was only a dozen feet behind her, and gaining quickly. The water splashing and rippling outwards as the armoured dragon hunter was chasing her down, not having been hindered in the slightest by the assassin's surprise attack. Their gaze meeting for one brief moment, Shyvana's eyes seemed to burn with an inhuman light. Without warning, flames suddenly exploded out from around her! A swirling vortex of fire that evaporated the water around her feet, removing all resistance the river had been giving her, Shyvana's speed increased greatly as she raced towards her would-be murderer. Turning her head back to look in front of her, Katarina grit her teeth and pushed her body as hard as it would go, her lungs burning and her heart pounding as her legs pumped and carried her as fast as they could. There! Just up ahead, a massive stone statue, sculpted to resemble a horned, demonic looking knight wielding a crystal staff and a shield. That statue meant safely, a magical guardian that would attack any enemies who neared while allowing friends to pass by unharmed. It was on Katarina's side in this battle. If she could just make it there safely, it would defend her, and she'd be home free. Stepping out onto the road, the bottoms of her black leather pants sagging, dripping and soaking wet, she ran as quickly as she could towards the shadow of the massive statue with the burning, fiery warrior hot on her heels. Another glance behind her, and Shyvana was gaining fast. Her hands clenched into fists, she held her right arm out, and staring into the gauntlet covering it, it was as though she was being pursued by another dragon, the air itself burning around her. She wouldn't make it at this rate. So close, but the half-dragon was moving too quickly, she wasn't going to escape. Just as all hope seemed lost, Katarina caught sight of something that filled her heart with joy. Marching single file down the road towards her, a line of diminutive, cloaked figures, clad in purple with faces masked in the shadows cast by their hoods and wielding tiny swords, shields, and magical wands. The little creatures were just Minions, mindless and weak, magically created for the sole purpose of fighting to the death against whoever they were pitted against on the fields of justice. The girl chasing her would likely tear through them like they were rag dolls, if she didn't ignore the pathetically weak creatures outright, but that didn't matter, because they were targets that she could use her teleportation spell to move towards. As they marched towards her without pause, stepping out from underneath the protective statue, they were just coming into range of her. Behind her, Shyvana was only a step behind now. One clawed hand outstretched, she reached out to grab hold of Katarina, her hand igniting and bursting into flames. The knife wielding assassin screwed her eyes shut just as those claws grabbed hold of her jacket collar. Summoning her little magic once more, she threw herself forward and vanished, leaving Shyvana to stumble a few steps further up the road, clutching just Katarina's empty coat. In a puff of smoke, Katarina reappeared a good distance further ahead. The spell sending her to the back of one of the small minions, she planted her feet against its spine and kicked out, springboarding off of it and diving into a somersault. Climbing to her feet, she took a half second to brush some dirt from her pants before she was off and running again, easily covering the rest of the distance towards the stone knight. Safe at last, she slowed to a stop, her heavy chest heaving as she doubled over, leaning her hands against her knees for support as she sucked in deep, ragged breaths, gasping for air. And still, the dragon's severed, bloody head was gripped tightly in her left hand. Her bright, red lips curled into a smile as she stood up and let out a sigh, turning to watch her foe forced to stop her pursuit in fear of the damage that statue would cause. Except she wasn't stopping. Shyvana didn't pause, didn't hesitate, still running down the road towards her, Katarina's coat discarded behind her. The fire that surrounded her engulfed the minions as she ran right past their line, setting their cloaks alight and sending the downright cute looking critters to their doom, all of them collapsing to the ground in piles of ash and charred clothes. Coming into range of the stone sculpture, the demonic stone warrior's eyes began to glow a bright shade of violet. From the violet crystal atop its staff came a burst of purple energy that flew towards Shyvana with perfect accuracy, striking her square in her breastplate, but it didn't even slow down the furious demi-human. A second blast quickly followed, the magical energy hitting again in the same place with even more force, but Shyvana did nothing more than wince as she maintained her speed. She wasn't going to stop, she wasn't going to stop chasing her until either she was dead, or Katarina was. The assassin felt a chill run down her spine and took a wary step back. The half-dragon was almost upon her again! Her green eyes wide with panic, she turned tail and ran again, fleeing from her pursuer and sealing her own fate. Winded and exhausted, she could barely manage more than a jog, and in her haste to escape, Katarina ran right past the statue and out of range of it. From the demonic guardian's weapon came a third shot of magical destruction, another direct, unavoidable blow to the armoured female. This time she staggered, but still she continued. Though she put up a strong front, those magical bursts hurt a very great deal. Had Katarina stayed in the magical turret's shadow, Shyvana would have been forced to flee or be struck down by the relentless assault, but now that she was running away, the half-dragon could pursue her away from the stone monster and into the relative safety of the open road beyond it. Every muscle in her body was burning from the strain, but Katarina forced herself to continue, driven by fear. Further up the road was a second rocky protector she could take shelter under, if she could just make it there. Her vision bleary from exhaustion, the path seemed like it went on forever, the statue so far away. She wasn't going to make it, she didn't have the energy. Just ahead and to the right though was a field of tall grass and thick bushes. Maybe, just maybe she could duck in there and hide, possibly lose her fiery pursuer amongst the brush. Her free hand was clutching at her side as she ran, her body cramping up. So close, she was so close. Turning her head, Katarina couldn't help but risk a peek behind her, to see if her hunter was as winded as she. To her horror, there was no distance between them. The flames that surrounded Shyvana were licking at her heels, drying and then singing her boots. With a bestial roar, Shyvana pounced, arms outstretched to tackle Katarina to the dirt. Both women fell forward in a tangle of limbs, the demi-human's armour clacking together as she hit the ground hard, knocking the wind from Katarina's lungs. Her face planted in the dirt, the smaller, slender girl couldn't even scream, struggling to even breathe, her body ached and burned so much. Her large chest pressed uncomfortably flat beneath their combined weight, she let out a strained grunt. As suddenly as they had erupted around her, the fires engulfing Shyvana vanished, and she climbed to her knees, straddling her captive's back and pinning her arms down. Her claws left scratches across Katarina's bare arms, and the draconic looking head around her right hand bit down into her flesh, the assassin wheezing in pain and releasing her grip on the severed head she'd been carrying this whole time. "Thought you could steal my kill and get away with it, did you? Now you'll feel the full fury of a dragon!" Shyvana growled, her voice deep, with a slight gravelly, whispery hint to it. "Aagh! You bitch, you're deep in our territory now, my teammates will find you, even if you kill me, you won't get away alive!" In contrast, Katarina's voice was strong, almost regal sounding. Squirming and struggling beneath her captor, she bucked and tried to throw her off. Shyvana growled, tightening her grip and squeezing her thighs together to stop her prey's thrashing about. Still, she had a point. Glancing about as if expecting an ambush at any moment, the half-dragon gave a reptilian hiss and climbed off of her trapped opponent, still holding her arms tightly and digging her sharp nails into them as a warning. She fought a full blooded dragon with her bare hands, she could easily rip Katarina's arms from their sockets if she put up too much of a fight. Spotting the same brush that Katarina had hoped to lose her in, a wicked gleam came to her glowing eyes as she got an idea. Dragging her defeated foe to her knees, Shyvana dragged her towards the bushes, briefly pausing to slam her knee into Katarina's rib cage when she tried to scream and pull back. Tossing her into the tall grass, Shyvana pounced again, ducking into the brush and out of sight. From in there, they were completely invisible to any passersby who might make their way down the road. The blades of grass standing taller than even Shyvana's amazonian proportions, and nestled together close enough that the bushes looked like a solid wall of plant life. Her blackened, ashen lips curling into a wicked grin, she clamped her left hand over Katarina's mouth to stifle her cries, her draconic maw still squeezing tightly, digging teeth and claws into her skin in a threatening gesture. Emerald eyes wide open in terror, Katarina ceased her struggling, holding still and not wanting to antagonize her vengeful enemy any further. Her muffled cries were silenced by Shyvana's palm, and she shook her head to try and dislodge it. Tilting her head back, she managed to slip away from her hand for a second to speak. "Let me go! Take the damned bounty if you want it so much!" Motioning back towards the road with her free hand, her arm quivering as she pointed to where the true dragon's head was lying on the dirt path. "Hmph, that won't change things. You took my kill, you robbed me of the chance to prove my worth against him, stole my honour. So now, I'll take your dignity as compensation." With a low growl that filled Katarina with dread, Shyvana slid her bare, left hand down the assassin's face, her claws trailing sharp lines across her throat, before she suddenly grabbed hold of her shirt and yanked back on it roughly. Her razored fingers tore through the leather and shredded her top in one swift motion. "Wha-what the hell?!" Katarina cried out in surprise, her tightly constrained breasts bouncing free of her far too small top, tatters of leather falling from her ripped shirt. Shyvana's claws left red marks across her tanned skin, but thankfully drew no blood from her exposed tits. Licking her lips hungrily, the half-dragon lunged forward, opening her mouth wide to show off a set of sharp fangs before closing her lips around one of the captive woman's perky nipples. Katarina threw her head back and screamed as she felt those teeth digging into the sensitive, pink nub, chewing on it lightly enough to do no damage, but still sharply enough to hurt. Digging her fangs into her captive's teat, she pulled back, stretching her nipple until Katarina cried out before letting it go, and watching her stretched breast snap back against her chest. Quickly clamping her open palm down hard over her crimson lips once more, Shyvana shushed her with an evil smile. "Now now, can't have you calling attention to me, not when we're so far into your territory." She cooed, as if to remind Kat that her allies might stumble upon them at any time, filling her with both hope and shame. Pressing her pursed lips back against that same, aching nipple, Shyvana suckled on it gently, letting her tongue, strangely forked like a snake's, flick across her reddened areola. Squirming and groaning into the half-dragon's hand, the sounds muffled into sounding more like a low moan, Kat balled her available hand into a tight fist and started beating on her rapist's shoulder, trying to kick uselessly at her shins, even though they were shielded by scaly, plated boots. Shyvana was having none of that though, and she jerked hard on Katarina's left arm, the draconic gauntlet leaving sharp bite marks in her supple flesh. In case that wasn't enough pain to deter her, her hand begin to glow, a hellish flame searing her in the same spot she was bitten, intensifying the agony until Kat's eyes were welling up with tears and she got the message. "This doesn't have to be painful for you my dear, but if you don't stop squirming I'm going to have to MAKE you stop." Shyvana's eyes flashed with menace, staring into Katarina's watery pools as if trying to burn a hole in her skull. Whimpering softly, the assassin stopped thrashing, her eyes wide in sheer terror. Laying her hand against her attacker's shoulder in surrender, she arched her back and turned her head away, cheeks burning red in humiliation. "There now, that's better. Just lay back and enjoy yourself my dear, and just maybe I'll take it easy on you." Hissing between clenched teeth, Shyvana shoved a leg forward between Kat's thighs, sweeping her legs out from under her and slowly easing the smaller woman down onto her back. Some of the tall grass became crushed underfoot and pushed out of the way, cushioning the ground slightly and forming a mattress of green leaves. Lowering herself on top of her, the demi-human growled and went back to toying with her buxom chest. Taking the other nipple into her drooling maw, she started to slurp and suckle on it lewdly, teasing it with her tongue, letting the stiffening button slide in between the fork of it and vibrating her slimy tongue against it. She kept up her perverted teasing, tormenting Kat until the killer arched her back and let out a pleasure-tinged moan. Loosening her grip over Katarina's lips, she paused to see if her prey was going to try screaming again. When all she heard was a low, lustful moan instead, she grinned and let her fingers trail lower, lightly caressing the assassin's vulnerable throat before mauling her exposed tit, groping it roughly and grinding her sore nipple against the palm. Warm, sticky saliva was spilling from the half-dragon's lips, soaking that lovely chest pillow until it glistened, spit running down the sides to pool in between her cleavage. Katarina groaned, the disgusting slime making her feel dirty. Wincing as Shyvana took to nibbling on her breast again, her fangs indenting the soft flesh and leaving bite marks, peppering her bosom with vicious kisses. Her clawed hand squeezing harshly, until she could feel Kat's large mammary being squeezed outwards through the gaps between her fingers. Her palms had a rough, almost scaly texture to them, kneading her perfectly round tit harshly. Sitting upright, Shyvana let go of Kat's chest, moving to straddle her waist. Releasing her death grip on Katarina's arm, she started fiddling with her guantlet, popping it off with a click and then tossing it aside. She was only freeing up her hands to molest both of her playmates melons at once, squeezing and pulling on them cruelly, rolling them beneath her palms and mashing them together, then prying them apart to expose her cleavage. Her tongue was hanging from her mouth, dripping drool into the gap. With a hungry snarl, Shyvana buried her face between her love cushions, licking up and down the crack of her aching bosom. Those unerring claws leaving dark red scratches all over, leaving the woman to writhe and whine. Trailing gentle nibbles up the insides of her breasts, the ashen amazon exhaled a hot breath that made beads of sweat gather and roll down Kat's bosom to mix with her spit, lapping them up with a pleased "Mnnn..." Katarina groaned and laid there limply, hoping against the odds that if she just sat there and took the abuse, that the demi-human might be satisfied and let her go. Or, more preferably, that the half-dragon would make herself vulnerable. Distracted by the assassin's bountiful chest, Shyvana wasn't even pinning her victim down anymore. Kat's left arm ached something fierce, but her right was virtually untouched. Tilting her head down to watch the inhuman woman assaulting her boobs with abandon, the young killer scowled down at her. Her attacker didn't even have her eyes open, losing herself between Katarina's heavy knockers. Silently, the famed murderer reached towards her belt, hoping not to call attention to her movements. Tentatively, she wrapped her fingers around the handle of a knife, a veritable kitchen's worth of blades strapped to her waist and thighs. She wasn't called the Sinister Blade for nothing. Grasping the hilt tightly, Katarina let out a triumphant cry as she pulled the weapon free of it's sheath and jabbed the enchanted edge at Shyvana's chest in one swift motion. Katarina had expected her dagger to stab through her armour easily, but she was thrown off by just how smoothly the blade moved, meeting no resistance as it cut through nothing at all. Without even opening her eyes, Shyvana deftly shifted her weight to the side, just enough for the jagged knife to miss her by a hair. In the same movement, the tail on the back of her helmet curled and lashed at the weapon, whipping Kat's hand and knocking the dagger from it. "Naughty girl, it seems you just don't learn, do you?" Opening her eyes to reveal slitted, reptilian pupils and blazing orange irises, Shyvana squeezed her intended murderer's breasts, digging her fingers into them and pulling, until her delicate skin stretched taut and her mammaries were reshaped into cones. Throwing her head back, Katarina let out a guttural groan and tried to paw at Shyvana's hands, slapping at them to no avail. "If you don't want to play nice, then neither will I." Despite the heat she practically radiated, Shyvana's raspy voice had a noticeably icy tone to it. Still tugging on her tits, the half-dragon pinched those perky, pink nipples between thumb and forefinger and twisted on them hard, pulling back sharply at the same time, leaving Kat to scream out in pain. When finally she released her grip, the woman's pillows flopped back into place, the large, soft mounds wobbling and jiggling as they slapped together. Katarina's eyes were screwed shut, biting her bottom lip to distract herself from the ache in her chest and her fingers clawing at the dirt. Grimacing, she could hear the clink of metal on metal, followed by a thud as something hit the dirt nearby. Cracking one eye open to see what new hell Shyvana intended to put her through, both green eyes snapped open wide, staring in slack-jawed shock at her captor. Shyvana had removed the plated skirt that protected her loins, and now staring Kat between the eyes was a big, fat, monstrous cock. Thick and meaty, the shaft was as dark as the rest of her skin and lined with bumpy ridges on all sides, one circling around the pole every inch from the tip to the base. The crown of it was especially thick and hard looking, the black-blue head having a curving, downwards slope and ending in a pointed tip. The inhuman prick jutted angrily from between the larger woman's thighs, a pair of scaly, low hanging balls dangling underneath, each one the size of an egg. Shyvana wore an ecstatic look on her face. Oh, how much it hurt to keep herself confined. Playing with this obnoxious slut's huge tits had given her a raging hard-on, and the hard, unforgiving steel of her armour was not sympathetic to her lusts. The look on Katarina's face was almost as divine as the freedom her throbbing tool now enjoyed. Stroking a hand across Kat's cheek lovingly, her thumb drew a gentle line across the scar that cut from her left eyebrow down to her cheekbone. "Mnn, what's wrong dear? You look surprised." "What... What the hell are you?!" Katarina demanded, her voice a cocktail of confusion, horror, and awe. "The blessed curse of being half human and half dragon does strange things to a girl's anatomy." Shyvana chuckled, still teasing that scarred visage. Pulling her hips back, she moved to squeeze Kat's breasts again, caressing them more gently now as she guided her throbbing fuckstick in between them. In a blind panic, Katarina was reaching for another knife, but she was clumsy and made no move to hide her intention. Shyvana deftly jabbed her knees into the girl's wrists, making her cry out again, her hands growing tense and fingers curling as if to grasp at the air. Holding her knees steady to keep those arms pinned, the horny 'woman' manhandled those lovely tits roughly, squeezing them together around her hard, hot length. She didn't even try to hide her enjoyment, taking delight in using Katarina's body with the knowledge she could do nothing to stop her. Pushing and rolling her buxom breasts around her shaft, the half-dragon bucked her hips, giving a hard thrust in between them and rocking Katarina's body. The sensitive, knobby ridges caressed softly by her supple flesh. Her bare ass was dragging across her captive's upper belly, sliding her bumpy prick deep into her cleavage in short, hard thrusts, making sure Katarina could see the tapered tip pistoning back and forth towards her face, the head occasionally bumping against her chin. There was no delicateness, no loving tender touches, Shyvana was little more than an animal sating her primal lusts on the girl, her fingers mauling her delicate skin. Katarina could do little more than thrash her head about and groan, her legs kicking uselessly at the air and stomping the floor in frustration. No matter how hard she struggled, Shyvana overpowered her easily, not even pausing her vigorous movements and humping her chest harder. From the tip of her dark grey cock, a single drop of pearly white oozed out, the warm glob of precum smeared across Kat's chin on the next thrust. Shyvana's fangs chewed on her bottom lip, the monstrous halfling throwing her head back and grunting, kneading her new toys hard, mashing them together and trapping her fleshy pillar in between them. More and more pre was leaking out in a steady stream, and added to all her spit, it slicked her pole nicely to help her ram it forward with all her might. The blades of grass rustling in the wind were drowned out by the wet slapping of skin on skin. Grinding her scaly nuts against the funbags she was so viciously squeezing, Shyvana let out a grunt. "Ngh! To think such a great pair of tits is wasted on a two-bit thug, you'd be better suited as a brothel whore." Katarina whimpered pathetically, her cheeks burning red in humiliation. Her fingers dug grooves in the dirt, unable to take the shame of being groped and molested so hard anymore. Neither could Shyvana. Thrusting her hips a few more times, she grit her teeth to stifle a roar as sweet release overwhelmed her, sending jolts of electricity coursing up and down her spine. Her aching cock throbbed and pulsated, swelling larger as the thick vein running along the underside of her length bulged, her searing seed rocketing up the length of it and firing from her tip in thick, sticky ropes. Hissing between clenched teeth, her boiling hot cum splattered the underside of the assassin's chin, shooting several more viscous jets of sperm all over her hefty bosom. Wondering if at last her nightmare was over, Katarina made the mistake of tilting her head to look at the mess, the next huge wad of cum hitting her in the face. She cringed and shut her eyes quickly as two more spurts coated her cheeks, spraying across the bridge of her nose and narrowly missing one of her closed eyes. Shyvana sat there on her prisoner's stomach as her orgasm died down, panting from exhertion and admiring her handiwork with a lewd smile. Katarina's chest and face were both positively drenched in cum. There was so much of it that she could barely even make out the girl's pretty skin beneath the thick layer of white goo. The warm slime dripped down her breasts and pooled in her cleavage, and her face was a warm mask of spunk. Opening her eyes slowly, Katarina blinked a few times to clear her vision, the viscous liquid glueing her eyelashes together. Cringing and breathing heavily, she scowled up at her tormentor. "There... Are you satisfied?" Katarina asked indignantly. Shyvana gave a deep, throaty laugh. Giving her breasts one last squeeze, she gripped the sides of Katarina's face between her hands, rubbing her jizz into the proud woman's skin. Holding her head still, she leaned forward to give her playmate a kiss, nibbling lightly on Kat's bottom lip and tugging on it. Moaning softly, the dragoness savoured the taste of her own essence on the girl's lips and toyed with them, sucking on one lip lewdly before mashing their mouths back together in a sloppy kiss, some of her drool flooding Kat's mouth. When she finally broke the kiss, she sat upright and shook her head. "Oh no, my dear, we haven't even gotten started yet. That was just a warm up." Katarina's brilliant green eyes grew wide with dread, watching as Shyvana gave her cock a playful slap, the monstrous woman's dick not having softened a bit despite the rather thorough paintjob she'd done on her. Licking her lips and grinning wickedly, the ashen shemale shifted her hips back, straddling Kat's thighs so that she could reach for her belt. The bounty thief shrieked and reached for another knife, but Shyvana slapped her hands away and unbuckled her pants quickly, pulling her belt off in one long motion. Tossing it over her shoulder, there was a clatter of metal as the many daggers strapped to it rattled together and hit the ground, far out of Katarina's reach. The assassin sat upright, still flailing about in a panic as she lunged for yet another dagger sheathed against one of her thighs, but Shyvana grabbed at her wrists, pinning them together and holding them trapped with one hand. The other gripped the hem of Kat's leather pants and tore through them with a loud rip. She shred them so fast that the many blades strapped to them were sent flying, leaving the poor, abused bitch without any more sharp toys to reach for. Flashing a lascivious grin, the half-dragon cooed at the vision beneath, nothing but a tight, hip-hugging leather thong seperating her from her prey's treasure box. Her index finger traced delicately down the front of it, the sharp digit making Kat cringe as it rubbed her slit through the thin leather. Twisting her upper body and rolling partially onto her side, Katarina managed to yank her arms free with a grunt. Scrabbling at the dirt, she tried in vain to claw her way to freedom, but Shyvana's thighs clamped tightly around her legs and kept her locked in place. Mud and grass stuck to her skin, clinging to the white sap that she was soaked with. The beaten assassin screamed in frustration and rage, still twisting and thrashing about, only making more of a mess of herself. Twigs and dirt were getting caught up in her silky hair. Chuckling darkly, Shyvana let her get out from under her a bit, Katarina just squirming into a better position for her purposes. Grabbing her by the hips, she yanked her back before she could crawl too far and pried her legs apart. Thrusting her hips forward, the dragoness growled, the sharp head of her dick rubbing against Kat's sex, the leather thong the only thing stopping her from burying her bone in her toy's love tunnel. Her warm seed still caked her cockhead, smearing her hot cream across the front of Kat's panties. Growing annoyed by her bitch's constant struggles, Shyvana grabbed the back of her head and shoved her face into the dirt, scraping her visage into some weeds. A pained grunt rumbling in Katarina's throat, the famed butcher of Noxus arched her back instinctively, pushing against the ground with all her might and shoving her ass up in air. This just made it easier for Shyvana to strip her ass bare. Dragging her claws across the woman's back, leaving red scratches behind, Shyvana took hold of the exposed string of the thong obstructing her path and yanked on it until she heard it snap. "No! Noooo!" Katarina wailed as she felt her underwear digging into her snatch painfully until the string broke. It hung in tatters for a moment before falling off of her, exposing her pink, tender lips and a neatly trimmed strip of fiery red hair. Shyvana's prick throbbed in anticipation, bobbing and slapping wetly against Kat's netherlips, grinding back and forth against her entrance eagerly. "You know, if you had cooperated, I could've made this much more fun for you. But since you've done nothing but get in my way, we're going to focus on my needs." The draconic woman hissed between teasing prods, her hands squeezing and caressing Katarina's hips, stroking her meaty thighs. Jerking her hips back, Shyvana sat her muscular ass down on the cushioned bed of crushed leaves, dragging Katarina back and forcibly seating her in the dragon's lap. Her arms wrapping around her slim, trim waist, Shyvana squeezed her hard in a great bear hug, crushing the wind from Kat's lungs as she kicked out and shook her head from side to side. Having to struggle to breathe took the fight from her pretty quick, and she was gasping for air when the warrior woman loosened her grip, lifting her hands to squeeze and knead her heavy chest again. Shyvana's hard, scaled chestplate pressed roughly against the back of her shirt, the heaving assassin's top hanging on by the sleeves and little else, completely torn away in front. Lifting her knees, Shyvana managed to slip them in between her sexdoll's thighs, spreading her legs and forcing Katarina's wide open. The trained killer's cheeks burned. Her tender pussy exposed to the warm, spring air, her only saving grace was that nobody could see her so compromised. The bushes completely hid them from view of the road, so no one could see her being abused for the dragon's amusement. It also meant that no one could find her to come to her aid. Shyvana's bumpy girlcock pulsated, her blood pumping and keeping her fleshpole stiff and needy. It stood at attention and bobbed in the air, and each time it throbbed it would smack Katarina's sensitive lips lightly. Mauling those enviable tits aggressively, the dragoness purred and started to nibble a little bit on her new toy's collarbone, flicking her tongue across it and giving soft, teasing licks. Her hips shifted awkwardly, letting her hard maleness slide back and forth across Kat's delicate lips. The ridges were a bit thicker on top of the shaft, and the stiff bumps teased her outer labia. Katarina let out a low moan, lifting a hand to her mouth and biting down on a finger to try and distract herself from her torment, which was starting to feel good. Even her chest was sending happy tingles through her body as Shyvana's rough groping became more of a firm massage. A trail of slick juices smeared the topside of Shyvana's tool, and Katarina exhaled a deep sigh, the sound combining joy and anxiousness. She knew now what the stronger woman was up to. She was getting Katarina nice and wet, prepping her for... Katarina didn't even want to think about it. As if sensing the dawning realization on the girl, Shyvana crushed her breasts in her powerful grip, raspy voice whispering into her ear. "Don't even think about struggling now. Wet or dry, one way or another you're fucked. Better to just relax and enjoy the ride dearie." Easing back into her strong, dough-kneading massage, the dragoness pulled her unwilling lover down. The cum-slick crown of her shaft prodding insistently at her hole, toying with it until juices were flowing freely and trickling down her pole. "Stop, stop, don't do this!" Katarina begged, her hands clutching at her captor's wrists weakly. The haughty look on her face as she was about to be raped by a societal outcast filled Shyvana with burning need, the desire to break this dishonorable wench and leave her a blubbering wreck. Despite the abuses she'd been made to suffer already, Katarina still had her pride, and that's exactly what Shyvana intended to take from her. Ignoring her pleas, the draconic woman peppered the side of the red-head's neck with amorous kisses, sucking on her flesh and leaving lovebites on her skin. Her slickened member sawing back and forth over her damp slit, eliciting short little "Mmnf!"s from Katarina's ruby red lips whenever one of the ribs brushed past her clitoris. Katarina's head slowly tilted to the side, exposing more of her neck to Shyvana's pursed lips. She was trying so hard not to enjoy this, but she barely had any fight left in her. It had been fruitless up to this point and just made things worse. "No, no more... Stop..." Katarina pleaded again, but it sounded weak and forced. Her hips shifted of their own accord, rubbing her puffy, drenched honeypot back and forth across those fun little bumps. Smirking, Shyvana bit down gently on Kat's collarbone, feeling her warming up at last to her advances. Pressing those soft chest pillows together, she held on firmly and lifted her up. The tip of her ribbed staff prodding against her sopping wet box again, she slowly eased her down onto it. Growling, those tender pussy lips parting for her at long last, she pulled Kat down further into her lap, squeezing her eyes shut and moaning from the tightness enveloping her prick. Letting her jaw hang open, Katarina gave a guttural moan as she was speared by that hot, thick tube. It split her cunt open wide around it's generous girth and probed deeper into her core. The hideous lines and ridges that covered it rubbed against her innards, the ugly bumps massaging her vaginal walls making her writhe in ecstasy. This was wrong, this was wrong, this was wrong! She didn't want to feel pleasure from this! She wanted to murder this huge, reptilian freak of nature, not get fucked by her. Her body wasn't listening to her mind though. Her chest still ached, but Shyvana's loving squeezes were easing the pain and screwing with her head, and her hips were practically grinding back to meet the arduously slow push into her depths. Shyvana was pleased to see her pet getting into it at last. Burying nearly half of her long, cunt-splitting log in her drooling honeypot, the draconian warrior eased herself back out just as slowly, until she heard Katarina whine, the sound shocking even the scarred assassin as her body yearned to be filled. Snickering, Shyvana was eager to oblige, and shoved back in quickly, forcing her length an inch deeper than before. The suddenness of the thrust made the captive red-head yelp and throw her head back. Again, the dragon pulled back at an agonizing pace, until she heard her toy whimper for more before jabbing in deeply. She repeated herself again and again, making Katarina moan louder each time before cramming her malehood into the girl's wet snatch. Everytime she impaled the girl, her cock sunk a little bit deeper, until finally she squeezed Kat's buxom bosom hard and shoved her down the whole way, forcing her to take all ten inches into her tight little flower. Katarina could feel steam hitting the back of her neck, billowing out from the fiery halfling's nostrils. Her eyes watered from being stuffed so full, her petals never having been stretched so wide before. She swore she could feel the pointy, inhuman cockhead battering against her cervix, it dug so deep into her sex. "God... T-too biiig..." She whined loudly, tossing her head back and forth, her knuckles going white from gripping her kidnapper's wrists so tightly. Shyvana snorted and growled, biting a bit harder on her hostage's collar, sinking fangs into it and making her cry out in pain. Despite her protests, Katarina's fluids were gushing, soaking the dragon's heavy nuts and stoking the fires of her lust. Abandoning all pretense of pleasuring her partner, Shyvana bucked her hips hard enough to throw Katarina up into the air, roughly yanking her back down and slamming her back down on top of her cock. Her hips jerking and thrusting wildly, Katarina bounced in the half-dragon's lap. "Nngh! Stop, slow down, you're going too fast!" She grunted, her eyes wide and looking down to watch the monster's cock splitting her open and plunging deep. Her tight sex was like a vice, her muscles clenching, trying to resist the harsh intrusion, but that only seemed to spur the beast on even more. The rigid bumps scraping away at her inner walls, wearing away at them until they loosened up some, letting the dragoness pillage her cunt without mercy. It wasn't just the size, or the strange shape that was driving Katarina insane. It was the heat. That unbearably warm sensation. It felt like she was being ravaged by hot iron. Her juices sizzled as they dripped down the dragon's hefty sack, those egg-sized balls bouncing wildly. Arching her back, she spread her legs wider, gingerly reaching inwards. Two gloved fingers brushing past her sensitive love button, she started rubbing her clit in circles and moaning loudly, playing with herself while Shyvana pummeled her insides. Her other hand was holding tight to her rapist, weakly trying to guide her clawed hands to the most sensitive portions of her bruised chest. Shyvana moaned hotly. It had been so long since she'd had such a nice, tight hole to plow. Her time was always spent either fending off the assault of dragons and humans alike who felt her existence was a crime against nature, or representing the city-state of Demacia on the fields of justice. It was so rare that she got the chance to slake her desires, that when she finally did, the she-dragon was more than a little pent up. But not for long, not with the way this delectable little slut was squeezing her cock. Already she could feel her balls churning with the need to spill her seed. Her hips pumping and bobbing Katarina in her lap, her wild thrusting sped up. Getting close now, soooo close... Just... A few more... "Katarina!" Shyvana froze, her fierce eyes snapping wide open and one hand flying to clamp down over Katarina's mouth. Her loins burned, wanting to keep pounding away at her twat, but the dragoness forced herself to stay still, listening intently. Katarina's gorgeous green eyes shifted about wildly, her whole body going stiff as she sought out the source of that voice. Someone had called her name, somebody nearby was looking for her. "Katarina?! Where are you?!" The voice calling for her was in many ways like Shyvana's, mingled with Katarina's own. It was deep and hissing, but possessed a regal tone to it implying a noble upbringing. Katarina recognized it well, that of her sister Cassiopeia. Whereas Katarina had studied under the tutelage of her father and trained to be a valuable asset to the Noxian military, Cassiopeia had chosen a more traditional path, becoming a common sight of noble delegations, frequently serving as a courtesan, and using her connections and trysts with foreign ambassadors for espionage. She'd been the desire of every man, until she crossed the wrong visiting noble. For her transgression, she was cursed, her appearance transformed to match her heart. Above the waist, she resembled her eternally beautiful self. Skin tanned a shimmering bronze, belly nicely toned and flat, her waist trim and slender, and a bountiful chest rivalled only by her sister's. But below the belt, her legs had fused together into a long serpentine tail. Her skin turned scaly from her hips to the tip of her ghastly new limb. Her long, perfectly manicured nails had elongated into razor sharp claws, more vicious than even the half-dragon's, and silken scarlet hair had become thick, green, and leathery. Though her face had been miraculously spared the reptilian transformation, her sapphire eyes now shone with an unnatural light. Once the most desireable woman on Runeterra, she was now a beastly naga. Her previous 'profession' now lost to her, she was a frequent, fearsome sight on the battlefield, often alongside her sister Katarina. The sister she was now hunting for with an annoyed expression marring her smooth features. "Katarina! Damn it sssister, where have you gone?" The serpentine woman jingled as she moved, slithering down the road. Clad in gold jewellery everywhere, shining bracelets and belts inlaid with gemstones wrapped around her arms, waist and parts of her tail clinked together whenever she moved. A shimmering, ornate, golden brassiere covering her breasts the only hint of human modesty remaining in the naga. As the reptile drew near the brush, Shyvana tensed up. There was a small spot where the tall grass had been crushed when the half-dragon dragged her prey into the bushes. Through that gap, she could see Cassiopeia searching high and low for her sibling. Likewise, if the serpent looked in the wrong direction, the dragon's little tryst would be discovered. Thankfully, Cassiopeia didn't seem to notice, not yet at least. The dragoness kept her grip tight over Katarina's lips to muffle her, staring intently at the naga through the overgrown weeds. Her burning, fiery orbs narrowed in frustration. Oh how her loins seethed, she wanted to rut, to feel this slutty thief's twat squeeze the life from her pole. The dragon opened her mouth to moan as she suddenly felt just that, quickly biting her tongue to quiet herself. Her gaze shifting downwards, her lips curled into a sneer at the sight she beheld. Katarina's eyes were half-lidded, her fingers vigorously rubbing at her delicate clit, making her slit spasm and twitch from the pleasure. Her eyes were looking in any direction but straight ahead, trying to avoid catching sight of her sister as she fingered her little button in shame, trying to get herself off with the dragon's staff still deep in her cunt. Shyvana grinned. What a delightful little whore she'd procured for herself. Kat's scarlet locks brushed past the shemale's cheeks as she gave her ear the gentlest of nibbles, tracing her forked tongue along the outer edge and hissing. "Your teammates are here. They're looking for you. If you were to cry out for help, they'd surely come to rescue you. Don't you want them to see you?" Still teasing her outer ear with soft little licks, Shyvana lowered her hips, and then thrust upwards sharply, her cock filling her stretched tunnel with a lewd, wet schlick. Katarina moaned in pleasure, her leather-clad fingers giving her nub a sharp squeeze, the sound quieted by Shyvana's hand. "They might find you here, bouncing on my dick, and then I'd be forced to flee. You'd be saved this indignity." Shyvana growled softly, keeping her voice low so that only Katarina would hear, and thrust her hips up again, grinding her ridged shaft inside. Letting go of the captive killer's breast, the she-dragon let her other hand graze down Kat's toned stomach, gently stroking her soft skin as though she might never get to again. Pressing her palm against the slender girl's lower belly, she bucked her hips forward again, grinding their hips against one another until she was prodding Katarina's g-spot, the girl's pussy muscles going wild and practically orgasming on the spot. "So go ahead and scream, so that your friends can rush over here and watch you cream yourself." Giving one more hard thrust into Kat's soaked sex, Shyvana unclamped her hand from her lips. She stopped, and waited with bated breath. Katarina didn't make a sound. The assassin's eyelids were shut tight, and she was biting her bottom lip to counterbalance the pleasure Shyvana was forcing upon her, trying to keep quiet. Smiling evilly from ear to ear, the dragoness grabbed hold of Katarina's thighs and lifted them up, forcing her legs even wider apart. Using her muscular legs like handles, Shyvana hoisted her up into the air and then dragged her back down, impaling her sextoy hard and thrusting her hips wildly. Bucking like a bronco, she hilted herself in Katarina's snatch again and again, picking up the pace where she left off before. Maybe Katarina was starting to enjoy herself too much to want it to end, or maybe she just didn't want to suffer the public humiliation of getting caught being used for a cocksleeve. It really didn't matter why to Shyvana, but it was endlessly entertaining to watch her struggle to remain silent. Gritting her teeth and thrashing her head about to keep herself from screaming like a banshee. Shyvana herself had to stop from laughing maniacally as she bounced the woman in her lap and rammed her cock balls deep into her sex. Cassiopeia passed nearby the brush, again missing the small opening that would have let her see the two of them rutting in the bushes. The long tail stretching from the back of Shyvana's skull curled around and wrapped around Katarina's head. Stroking her hair reassuringly, she twisted Kat's neck, forcing her to watch her serpentine sister desperately search for the girl while the half-dragon was raping her just feet away. She was too close to the edge to stop now, they both were. Steam blowing from Shyvana's nose and soaking the back of Katarina's neck with perspiration, she grunted and pumped her hips, her stiff pole swelling again as her orgasm neared. The fiery red-head's fingers were a blur, rapidly stroking her clit and grinding her hips back to meet those punishing thrusts, trying to manipulate the angle to hit her sweet spot each time. Her breasts were bouncing, uncontained by Shyvana's grabby hands for the first time since her top had been destroyed. Her lovely mounds rippling and jiggling, Kat grabbed at one with her open hand, molesting her chest with far more experience on where her sensitive regions were. She toyed with one of her sore nipples and ground her teeth together, desperately trying not to make a sound, not wanting her sister to see her surrendering to such base impulses. Even still, there was no way to quiet the dirty squelches her cunny made each time Shyvana's slick pole was crammed into it, or the wet slapping of skin on skin, both women glistening with a thin layer of sweat. Katarina's eyes were wide with dread. What would her sister say if she saw her now? Even at her worst, the adulterous snake wouldn't be caught dead having an affair in a public place. Worse yet, what would her father say? To see her engaging in such misconduct seemingly so willingly. With an enemy no less! She would never live this humiliation down if she was seen. She wanted her sister to go away, just for a moment, just long enough to hit her peak. Shyvana wasn't willing to wait for the naga to leave to have her fun though. Her thick, monstrous spear hammering away at Kat, she kept up her rigorous pace, making sure to strike Katarina's sweet spot each time, and if she missed it, she would grind their hips together until she found it and the smaller woman writhed in ecstasy, biting her tongue so hard to keep quiet that she drew blood. At last, the dragoness felt her already tight pussy do the impossible, squeezing even harder as Katarina reached her peak. Shyvana took great delight in watching her thrash and arch her spine, head thrown back and mouth gaping in a muted scream of bliss as the ashen-woman forced her to orgasm. The look of absolute shame on her face as pleasure was forced upon her just feet away from her rescue. Cassiopeia hissed, finding no sign of her sister. She did come across a dragon's severed head just lying in the middle of the dirt road and amongst some trampled grass, the serpent eyeing it with a quizzical look. She wondered where in the world it came from. She had heard a half-dragon was a member of the opposing force they were fighting, and wondered if the skull belonged to her foe. The thought made her giddy, and upon closer examination, she could see the telltale sign of her sister's blades, the clean, neat cut tracing the entire length of it's neck. Though she still had no idea where Katarina had gone, she was enthused to see her sister was most likely out slaughtering their foes still. Reassured that her sibling was probably fine, she turned her head as a line of minions came marching down the dirt road. Falling in behind them, she pursued the minion wave off into the distance, knowing she'd be able to use them as living shields as she returned to the battlefield, unknowingly leaving her sister in the hands of Shyvana, now completely abandoned and helpless. Katarina's honeypot gushed as the halfling never stopped or slowed, still going at her just as hard. Winded from the mind-numbing force of her own orgasm, Kat was left panting and gasping for air. The fog of lust that had clouded her mind clearing a little, she realized her sister was abandoning her, and opened her mouth to scream for help, but Shyvana was prepared, covering her mouth to muffle her once again until Cassiopeia was well out of range to hear before returning her grip to Kat's strong thighs. Finally alone once more, the half-dragon was free to voice her pleasure, growling and moaning from the slick, wet tunnel clamped around her prick. No longer holding anything back, she slammed her hips upward, burying her tool deep in Katarina's love canal and letting loose a bellowing roar as she came at last. Katarina shook her head and squirmed, fighting against Shyvana's hold on her, crying out in a panic. "Oh god, you're not going to... Stop, pull it out! Not inside!" Alas, the girl's terrified pleas came far too late for the dragon to stop, her hips bucking on their own, her scaly orbs pulling taut against her as their thick, boiling payload was pumped into the Katarina's waiting twat. The thick ridges tormented her delicate regions incessantly, her muscles spasming in response, making it feel to the dragon like her pussy was trying to milk Shyvana's cock. Warm jets of her unnaturally warm seed shooting deep inside of her, flooding the human girl's womb and painting her insides white. The heat was unbearable to Katarina, like being filled with molten lead. She just wanted this nightmare to end, but the half-dragon's orgasm seemed endless. How could she still have so much cum after practically bathing Katarina's upper body in it before? Snarling and nibbling on her pet's collarbone, Shyvana finally felt the flow of her seed tapering off. Thrusting into her new toy hard, she made sure to fire the last few spurts straight into her core, unloading her potent sperm into Katarina's womb with a happy, satisfied sigh. Pressing her sharp fangs against the side of Kat's neck in a threatening gesture, Shyvana wrapped her arms around her pet's waist and squeezed, holding her tightly. Her sensitive, spent shaft softened slowly, until the halfling lifted the worn and used assassin out of her lap and let it slide free of her stretched and abused cunt with a wet schlurp. Her member flopping out and slapping against her thigh, Shyvana chuckled at the sight of her warm semen dribbling from her hole. "Mnnn, it's so rare that I get the opportunity to breed a purebred bitch like yourself." Shyvana chuckled darkly, making Katarina's eyes widen in terror, her jaw dropping. The half-dragon interrupted her before she could speak though. "Ha! Don't worry, humans and dragons aren't especially compatible. It's unlikely that I'd actually be able to knock you up." Leaning in to lick her captive's cheek, Shyvana hissed softly, flicking her tongue along the edge of her ear. "Though, it's not impossible. I'm living proof of that afterall..." Dipping a finger into Katarina's dripping, sloppy sex, Shyvana lifted it to the girl's lips, smearing a mix of their fluids around her mouth like lipstick. The beaten killer twisted her head away, cringing from the viscous, gooey texture. Grinning playfully, Shyvana just pressed her finger against her lips harder, forcing it inside of her mouth to give her a taste. She regretted it shortly after when Katarina chomped down on her digit in retaliation. Snarling and infuriated by the pain, the half-dragon jumped to her feet, shoving Kat out of her lap. The thief rolled onto her feet, ready to make a break for it, but the draconic woman was too swift for her, delivering a hard kick to her ribs and shoving her onto her side. "You catty bitch, still you test me? Do you want to behold a dragon's unbridled fury that badly?" Shyvana hissed in her hoarse voice. It seemed that her little plaything wasn't as broken as she had first thought. Already, Katarina was trying to climb onto her feet again, winded from the blow to her ribs, but the halfling had no intention of letting her recover. Grabbing hold of a fistful of bright red hair, she dragged the wench closer, yanking on her crimson tresses sharply and making Katarina stumble towards her, her other hand striking her across the face with a loud, stinging slap. The force of her strike would have knocked her back to the ground had she not been holding her scarlet locks so tightly. Instead, she was simply brought down to her knees. Any plans to take it easy on the red-faced slut were thrown out the window as Shyvana forced her to kneel. The half-dragon still naked from the waist down, Katarina's face was at eye level with her soft, ribbed pole. And was it just her imagination, or was that flaccid cock twitching? She dismissed the thought, but Shyvana did not, her loins still aching with her arousal. The dragon wasn't limited by such pathetic things as human stamina, and the infrequency with which she could act on her desires meant that she had enough lust stored up that she could go for hours. Dragging Katarina closer by her hair, the halfling gripped the base of her slowly hardening member in her other hand, guiding it towards her prey's face. Her cheeks were still red, and Shyvana's palm had left a handprint across her cheek. Katarina ground her teeth together and clawed at the statuesque dragoness's hand, trying to pry her hair free a few strands at a time. "If you even try sticking that filthy thing in my mouth, I'll bite it off!" She spat, glaring up at her captor with fury in her eyes. "If I feel even a single tooth, you'll never eat solid food again for the rest of your life." Shyvana hissed menacingly, slapping Katarina's face with her slimy, wet cock. "I'll rip the teeth out of your mouth and use your throat for a cocksleeve until you choke. So think carefully before you make any rash decisions." The dark skinned halfling voice rasped furiously, her eyes burning like small embers in her skull. Katarina didn't talk back, and as far as Shyvana was concerned, that was all the co-operation she needed. The smaller girl tried to turn her head away, keeping her mouth shut, but the dragon's grip on her hair kept her from twisting too far away. Her sharp fingers pinched the bridge of the human's nose, forcing her to open her mouth if she wanted to breathe, and the moment her lips parted even a crack, the draconic shemale forced her tapered, pointy cockhead past them. Katarina readied herself to bite down, every instinct telling her to hurt the bitch holding her hostage the same way Shyvana had hurt her pride, but as humiliated as she was right now, Katarina liked living, and was afraid of what the beast would do to her if she resisted too much. She could feel that thick, ribbed shaft resting against her tongue, and the taste of it made her eyes water. The taste of Shyvana's rough, ashen skin, smeared with her bitter cum and Kat's own sweet juices. The oily texture of their combined fluids made her want to gag, and Shyvana's strange, bitter cum left a burning sensation on her tongue the longer it stayed on her taste buds, until she was forced to swallow it. At least while it was soft, it wasn't too difficult to take into her mouth, though that meant that Shyvana forced her to clean every inch it with her tongue. "Give my pole a good tongue bath wench, or I'll just have to take matters into my own hands." The half-dragon snarled and glared down at her, smacking the side of her head until she complied. Katarina's eyes welled up with tears as she was forced to polish the dragoness's prick, her tongue digging in beneath the wide ridges and scooping out globs of spunk that had gotten caught up and dragged out of her overflowing sex when Shyvana had pulled out. Even now she could feel the boiling cream slowly oozing from her stretched box, pooling underneath her. Shyvana growled, her voice growing softer as Katarina licked her clean, occasionally sucking on her bumpy shaft with a lewd slurp. That ugly, inhuman pike throbbed against Katarina's tongue, thickening out once more as the thick layer of spunk sticking to it was replaced with the girl's spit. Grinding her pelvis into Kat's face, the halfling groaned, mashing her scaled testicles up against her chin roughly, the teary-eyed girl's nose crushed against her lower belly. Looking up at her hated foe, glaring at her through narrowed, angry eyes, Katarina did her best to swallow her pride, as well as her enemy's dick. Her head bobbing, trying not to retch from the bitterness of it. Shyvana's hand holding her hair loosened and began stroking her affectionately as she slobbered on her shaft, the large pole growing plumper as it hardened. Kat's wet tongue scraped across her dark meat, the loose skin stretching taut and growing rough underneath her languid licks. The veins that lined it were especially hot to the touch, Shyvana's molten blood flowing through them and giving her length that unbearably warm feel. Before long, Shyvana's tool had grown too huge for Katarina to swallow the whole thing comfortably, and inch by inch it slid back out past her lips, the wide ridges forcing her lips taut and the whole thing glistening with her spit. The red-head strained, feeling like the sheer width of it might dislocate her jaw. Resting her palms against the half-dragon's thighs for support, she tried to push herself away before she choked on the thick, fleshy spear. Shyvana let her ease back until just the thinner, pointed tip was still resting on her tongue, spitting out a fresh glob of precum for her to taste. When Katarina tried to pull back even further, Shyvana shook her head no and moved her hands to the sides of Kat's skull, holding her scarred face steady. The whimpering assassin looked up to her with large, pleading eyes, trying to beg with her gaze, but the halfling just chuckled and started to drag her head forward, forcing her dick back into her wet mouth. It was barely halfway in and already Katarina was gagging, the tip jabbing at the back of her throat and making her convulse. She pounded her fists against Shyvana's legs and tried to fight back, but the fierce dragon just kept sliding her face forward like a machine, completely unphased. The head was pushing inside of her throat now, her otherwise rigid, steely pole bending at an awkward angle to continue travelling down her gullet. The incredible girth of it forced the girl's neck to bulge slightly, making it look like she had an adam's apple shaped like Shyvana's strange cocktip sliding down her throat. The ridges scraped at her esophagus painfully and the veins burned, making it feel as though she was swallowing a newly forged sword whole. The killer tried to breathe through her nose, but her airways were completely blocked. She was going to suffocate to death on the dragon's cock and Shyvana didn't even seem to care! Just as her face was turning blue, Shyvana reversed course, dragging her heavy, misshapen staff back out. The ridges scooped out Katarina's spit as they popped back out of her mouth, spilling her drool all down her chin and making a sticky, wet mess. Gooey strands of it tethering her lips and chin to various different bumps and ribs. Katarina sucked in air through her nose once her throat was cleared, trying to cough and gasp, but she'd barely had time to suck in a single breath before the dragoness was thrusting her hips forward, cramming her penis back down her throat. The scarred prisoner's gagging, constricting throat only squeezed Shyvana's prick harder, sliding it down into her neck like it was a sleeve perfectly formed for her extraneous limb, coaxing even greater quantities of pre-seed from her and straight into Katarina's turning stomach. Katarina was in a full fledged panic, certain she'd die if she didn't do something. Left with no other option, she did the only thing she felt like she could, and tried to bite down on Shyvana's monstrous malehood... And nearly chipped a tooth on the iron rod. Katarina's eyes widened in terror, while Shyvana's narrowed in mirth. Her unforgiving stiffy was almost as hard as stone, the rough, almost scaly texture feeling suddenly more pronounced, like natural armour plating protecting her most tender, sensitive region. With Kat's teeth locked around her hardness, she just kept thrusting away as though she was blissfully unaware, driving the hard ridges into Katarina's jaw. The ribs slammed into the gagging sextoy's mouth, clipping her teeth and nearly breaking them. The ringing pain forced Katarina to try and strain her mouth wider to avoid losing her incisors, while Shyvana just moaned mockingly, briefly enjoying the way her clenched jaw had made a nice, tight barrier for her to penetrate. Shyvana's warning had been accurate, if not in the way that Kat had expected. If she tried to bite her, those hard ridges would tear out her teeth. With this new knowledge, Katarina sobbed, having nothing left she could do to defend herself. Tilting her head back, Shyvana gripped her victim's skull tightly, holding her head still on either side. Growling with burning desire and lust, she lunged forward, her pelvis pummeling her little cocksucker's face. All Katarina could see through her blurry, teary vision was the half-dragon's crotch pistoning towards her. The inside of her throat felt like it was being scraped raw, and her tongue burned, draconic jizz searing the inside of her mouth. Occasionally, Katarina was glance upwards, her miserable gaze meeting the dragon's and growing infuriated and depressed by her smug grin. Shyvana didn't find the little slut's throat to be nearly as good a hole as her cunt, it wasn't as warm or perfectly suited to milking her dick, but nothing could beat the sight of Katarina's ruby lips slurping on her pole, sliding up and down her shaft and sucking her length clean. Forcing her to swallow the entire length, she ground her scaled nuts up against her chin, giving short, hard little humps to feel her sack slapping the smaller combatant. Katarina's warm spit quickly soaked into her scales, making the dragon swoon. She facefucked the suffocating assassin for what felt like ages, cutting off her air and relishing the way she gagged and squeezed the draconian cock with her throat muscles. Katarina's eyes rolled back up into her skull, and her face was a mixture of red and blue from oxygen deprivation, the sight only arousing Shyvana more. Kat's weak little tongue ground and rubbed itself against the thick cumvein, pressing firmly against it near the base and sliding up it as she pulled out, all the way to the tip, and forcing out globs of pre, like squeezing out frosting from a tube. Katarina was desperately trying to make the halfling cum before she died, focusing all of her effort on pleasing her shaft, swirling her tongue around the head when the opportunity presented itself and pursing her lips to suck on it hard. Shyvana's tongue hung from the corner of her mouth and she let out a guttural moan, Katarina's efforts about to bear fruit. "Good girl, so much better behaved now." The dragon rasped in her deep, growling voice, gently caressing the red-head's hair. "Obedient little sluts get a treat. I do hope you're hungry..." "Mmnf! Nnm, nmf mf mmmn!" Katarina's tongue thrashed about, slapping at the demi-human's thick log, trying so hard to protest, but any sound she made was muffled by the half-dragon's member. The sounds sent vibrations coursing through Shyvana's ashen-coloured dick, and that was the final straw that pushed her over the edge. "Nngh, here... It... Cums!" Tilting her head low and gritting her teeth, Shyvana jackhammered her shaft down Katarina's throat, making her deepthroat every last pockmarked inch, her balls erupting and spewing her load straight down the girl's gullet. Her molten, volcanic semen fired off in thick, powerful jets, pumping it straight into her stomach. The one saving grace for Katarina was that she didn't have to taste any of it, though she could feel it filling her belly with its disgusting warmth. Katarina's eyes watered, tears spilling down her cheeks as her face reddened from lack of air. Shyvana was holding herself steady, lodged deep in the girl's throat until she was completely empty, but the flow of her seed seemed endless. Katarina wondered how her balls, large as they were, could possibly hold so much. The flood of cum was so overwhelming that even her stomach couldn't take it all, and it started to back-up in her throat, making her gag and try to cough. So much bitter, bubbling, rich, white jism rose like the tide in the back of her throat. Katarina gurgled and sputtered, overflowing and pooling underneath her tongue, filling her mouth. She was going to die now. This was the end. She was going to be found dead by her comrades, drowned in dragon spooge. She wept openly, regretting ever leaving on her own to try and slay the half-dragon. Yellowish-white cream spilled from the corners of her lips and even gushed from her nose, coating her face in a fresh mask of cum. Beneath the sticky layer of white, her face turned purple, and her lungs burned. It felt like they were going to explode, and her heart pounded in her chest, demanding air to keep pumping blood. Looking up at Shyvana with a pitiable expression, she clawed weakly at her thighs, but the half-dragon was ignorant to her pleas. Her eyelids fluttered, her mind growing fuzzy, and then everything went black. *********************************************** Thump. Thump. Thump. Everything was dark. What was happening? Where was she? Katarina's mind was numb. Somewhere in the back of it, she could feel a dull thud, but she couldn't focus on it long enough to figure out what it was. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Whatever it was, it wasn't stopping. Her ears were ringing, her skull pounding, and it felt like somebody had tossed her body into blender. Something was shaking her pretty hard. She tried to move her limbs, but nothing was responding to her. Opening her eyes, everything was a colourful blur, and her tongue tasted like ash. Thump. Thump. Thwack. She felt groggy, exhausted for some reason. Was she even alive? That dull, pounding sound followed each rough jerk of her body, and as her senses were slowly returning to her, it was growing higher pitched, more like a wet slap. Thwack. Thwack. Smack. Smack. Katarina let out a guttural moan as more and more feeling returned to her. Her vision cleared a bit, but all she could see was green and brown. Her arms and legs still weren't answering her, but she could feel grass underneath her, the smooth, soft strands of green cushioning her as she was being rocked against it. She was definitely alive. Passed out? Her mind was still fuzzy and she couldn't remember, but for some reason she was face down in the dirt. Electricity coursed up her spine as more the numbness faded, and oh God! What had been a dull pounding was now a searing pain. It felt like her guts were on fire. Smack. Smack. Slap. Slap. Slap. Her hips were up in the air, and something wet was slapping against her behind. No, her rump was what was wet. She was completely drenched in something. Sweat? Mostly, but there was more. She felt warm, hot even. Too much so for it to be the weather. Slap. Slap. Smack. Something was beating against her plush, cushy cheeks, leaving bruises across the round globes from the force. Her eyes opening wide, Katarina's pupils dilated as all the memories surrounding the past couple hours returned to her. She groaned, gagged, and heaved, lifting her head and coughing up a thick, wad of white from her lungs. She tried to use her hands to lift herself up, but something was yanking them back roughly. Her knees were folded and pinned under her. Suddenly, she could feel someone's weight against her, something soft, warm, and slicked with sweat mashing against her spine. "Oh, awake again, are we? Good! It's much less fun when they're asleep." Katarina recognized that voice, that hissing, raspy, growling voice. The pain grew more intense as her mind returned to full consciousness. Something was pounding at her behind, and her asshole burned, forced to stretch wide as her opening was being used for something other than its intended purpose. Hard, rough textured knobs were scraping away at her innards. Katarina screamed in fresh agony. The shemale beast was raping her ass! "I was worried for a bit there that I might've been a bit too harsh on you. Not enough to stop mind you, but still, good to know I haven't broken my new toy too quickly." Shyvana chuckled darkly, whispering into Kat's ear as she viciously plowed her backdoor. Sometime between when the girl had passed out and now, the half-dragon had stripped off the rest of her armour and what remained of Kat's already destroyed shirt, freeing her bare chest to press firmly against Katarina's back. Shyvana's bosom was on the small side, her perky breasts grinding against Kat's spine, sweat rolling down them in little rivulets. Katarina would have mocked her, if the dragon hadn't been stacked in other ways. The only clothing either of them had left were Katarina's thick lether boots and Shyvana's horned helmet, which, judging from the way the tail on the end of it moved about, Katarina was beginning to suspect was actually a part of the dragon's skull. The lengthy, scaly, extra limb reached back behind Shyvana and slid down the crack of her own ass, curling around and reaching under her for the spade tip of it to play with Katarina's netherlips whenever the dark skinned dragon woman lunged her hips forward. Tracing the outer edges of her folds and making the girl wince. Her slit was so sore, had the dragon really ravaged her that hard? No, Katarina whimpered to herself. Judging from the load of warm, fresh spunk dribbling from her raw, plundered treasure box, the dragon had rutted her anew and unloaded in her pussy at least once more while she was passed out. The realization only made Katarina wail louder. How much stamina did this monster have? To rape her four times in quick succession and still have the strength left to go a fifth! Most men she'd met were done after one orgasm, maybe two if they'd been saving up, but, other than the thin layer of sweat coating her ashen-skin from the work-out she was giving herself, Shyvana looked like she was just getting started. The half-dragon groaned, gripping Kat tightly around the wrists and yanking on them harshly, 'til the assassin was forced to arch her back, lifting her upper body off the ground so the dragoness could use her arms as leverage to buck her hips. It still wasn't quite as good as the slut's cunt, but her ass was delectably tight. Almost too much so. Despite the ample lube slicking her length, Shyvana had to really work to squeeze each rib past her clenched pucker. She snorted, the hole resisting her advances more now that Katarina was awake. The air surrounding them absolutely reeked of sex, the musky scent of Shyvana's warm seed sticking to everything. It coated the grass beneath them like thick globs of morning dew and some of the dirt caked to Katarina's manhandled body was turned to mud. Droplets of sweat and cum flew in every direction when the dragon hilted herself balls-deep in Katarina's behind, impaling her on that bumpy, fleshy spear. Her pelvis mashing those soft globes flat as pancakes, grinding against them so hard that her large testes were smacking against Katarina's sticky honeypot. Shyvana's abdominal muscles flexed, showing off her toned stomach muscles as she drove her cock forward as hard as she could. With each thrust, Katarina's ass was forced that much looser, and the dragon's pace increased. She reamed her forbidden hole mercilessly, the buxom murderer's breasts bouncing wildly from each impact, the cream coated jugs wobbling obscenely. Katarina was screaming herself hoarse, occasionally succumbing to hacking coughs as some more of the half-human spooge was ejected from her lungs. Now, she just wished she could pass out again, to feel that comforting numbness overtake her and block out the pain. She'd completely given up on trying to fight back or escape, she wasn't strong enough for the former, and was too exhausted for the latter, and her attempts to do either inevitably ended with the dragon going harder on her. She wasn't sure she could take any more brutal a pounding than she was now. It already felt like those ridges were tearing her open each time one slid past her anal ring. The only comfort she took was in her own degradation. Shyvana's teasing tail poked at her sensitive clit occasionally, flicking it playfully, while her scaly, plump sack ground itself against her outer lips, massaging them tenderly and easing some of her pain. She was so humiliated, to feel any pleasure at all from the half-dragon's ministrations even as her ass was being fucked raw, Katarina felt like a whore. Exactly the way Shyvana wanted her to feel. Shyvana was like a machine, ruthlessly pistoning in and out of her, driving her hips into her ass cheeks as hard and fast as she could. Her own bosom jiggled with each impact, their bodies colliding into one another with enough force to bruise. Heat was emanating from the half-dragon's form as she just continued to build up speed, turning what was already a warm spring day into what felt like the hottest day of summer. Grunting from the exhertion and the tight sleeve gripping her cock, Shyvana could already feel another load ready to fill her sobbing fucktoy, and her tail redoubled its efforts at probing Katarina's tender slit. Delicately playing with her outer lips, the triangular end of it lined itself up with her opening perfectly, before easing itself into her slippery tunnel. The thin spade barely even spread her open at all width wise, though it did have some height to it. The long appendage pushed deep inside of Kat's sex, probing her love canal and making her wince. Shyvana just grinned. Through the thin walls seperating the two, she could feel her tail and maleness rubbing up against one another. Hearing Katarina squeal when she struck her sweet spot, the flat tip of the half-dragon's tail began to rotate, spinning slowly inside of her wet passage, scraping across her g-spot and the widest portion applying pressure to Shyvana's pole. Mind going numb from the pleasure, the human girl spasmed and bucked her hips involuntarily. Her eyes were rolling up into her skull and a little spot of drool visibly trickled down the corner of her mouth. The dragon's burning length still felt like it was searing her insides, but the pain lessened somewhat as she became adjusted to the invader's huge size. Before long, her agonizing torment was being drowned out entirely, and Katarina gave a lustfilled moan. Not another word was spoken between the two, just an alternating series of grunts and moans punctuated by loud smacks and the lewd squish of two wet holes being stuffed full. Shyvana's orgasm threatened to overtake her at any moment, but she bit her lip and suppressed it, jackhammering Katarina's ass and spinning the end of her tail like a drill, forcing the smaller girl to go first, and roaring in triumph when Kat screamed in esctasy and went limp in her arms, her head drooping and hanging low, too exhausted to lift it up, and too ashamed to do anything but stare at the ground. Only once she felt her pet twitching spastically underneath her did Shyvana finally allow herself to cum, feeling the pressure release almost immediately as the thick load she'd been doing her best to keep bottled up shot out like a geyser. Her boiling, bubbling cream shooting into Katarina's guts, filling her rectum with just as much seed as all her other holes. Even then, the draconic woman didn't ease up on her vigorous thrusting until she could feel her jizz oozing out of the taut hole each time she pulled back, the viscous, white syrup spilling down Katarina crack and soaking the dragon's ballsack. All Katarina could feel was heat, inside and out. The dragon's unnaturally hot essence left her feeling like she was being roasted on the inside, and she was sweating profusely, her hair damp and matted with it. But at last, her torture was over. She could hear Shyvana gasping overtop of her, the dragon finally feeling winded, even if it took her almost a half dozen orgasms to feel it. Surely now that she had taken her in every possible hole, she'd be satisfied. The draconic tail slowed to a stop and was dragged free of her sex, and Shyvana let go of Katarina's wrists, releasing her to collapse in a heap on the ground. Her tail swayed and flicked back and forth, flinging girlcum every which way as the half-dragon sat there catching her breath. "Ah... Hah... Hah... It feels so good to work out all that stress..." Shyvana rasped, sounding a bit ragged. "It's been ages since I've gotten to ease some tension." It took a few minutes of panting, but Shyvana's breathing slowly steadied. With a cheeky grin, she glanced down at Kat, still wheezing as she laid there in a pool of sexual fluids. Gripping her by the waist, she flipped the girl over onto her back, and moved her hands down to her thighs. Massaging them tenderly, she gazed into Katarina's terrified sapphire pools as she spread her legs and started rubbing her shaft against her sloppy slit. Shyvana knew what filled those eyes with so much horror. The dragon was still hard. "So, ready to go again?" Katarina wailed as her torment began anew, the half-dragon plunging into her sopping wet sex for another go. Her glowing eyes alight with lust, she drilled the girl mercilessly, rocking her body and aiming for her sweet spot with each thrust. By this point, all the pain had vanished, and all the girl could feel was nerve-wracking bliss. Her fingers dug deep grooves into the mud and tore at clumps of grass as her body bounced about like a ragdoll. Before she even knew what she was doing, the woman had her legs locked around Shyvana's waist, trying to keep her from pulling too far out. Kat's surrender brought a smile to the halfling's face. This went on for hours. Everytime Shyvana reached her peak and filled the girl with her seed, she simply flipped Kat over and took her again in a different position. Sometimes the half-dragon would rut her for as long as an hour before she finally hit release, other times it would be as little as five minutes. No matter how much the dragon came though, her boundless stamina never wavered, while Katarina's gave out multiple times. On numerous occasions, the beaten assassin passed out from exhaustion, only to reawaken later and find that dark shaft still plowing her mercilessly. Lying on her side and screaming to he heavens as she came again, Katarina's eyes were tightly screwed shut. If this kept up, she would surely lose her mind! The half-dragon was straddling one of her legs, her arms wrapped around the other as she held it high in the air, bucking her hips and thrusting into her snatch as she unloaded straight into Katarina's womb for the fifth time. Without even pausing to let her captive catch her breath, Shyvana climbed off of her and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her head towards the dark-skinned woman's waiting cock. Katarina knew what was expected of her, opening wide to take it into her mouth yet again. She slurped and suckled on it eagerly, cleaning the foul-tasting goo from Shyvana's ribbed length with enthusiasm, already knowing the consequences of fighting back. The dragonling stroked her hair affectionately as she fed the girl her slimy dong, already thinking of how she'd take her next. Bit by bit, Katarina's dignity was stripped from her. With every joyful moan that intercepted her anguished cries, Katarina could feel her pride vanishing. The body she honed for years for the sole purpose of delivering a swift, clean kill, reduced to nothing but a fuckdoll for this inhuman beast. The reputation she'd created for herself as a focused, proficient killer, ruined if anybody ever learned of this colossal failure. The horned woman forced herself upon her time and again, bringing her to the heights of ecstasy each time, and punishing her harshly for even the most minor resistance, until Katarina was so thoroughly broken that she begged for more. Shyvana grunted, laying overtop of her prisoner and slamming her hips down, hilting her draconic cock deep into her ass. Katarina was pinned facedown on the ground, flat on her belly. Well, flat as could be at the moment. Every one of her holes had been filled with so much cum that her normally toned stomach was swollen and rounded, as if she'd eaten far too large of a meal. The contents of her belly sloshed about loudly each time her body jerked with one of the dragoness' hard thrusts, the towering woman using Katarina's shapely ass to cushion the blow of her fierce hips. Her bare breasts scraping against Katarina's back, the half-dragon pressed all her weight against the shorter woman, forcing the buxom whore's bosom flat against the ground, her claws gripping Kat's wrists and keeping them pinned down. With a bellowing roar, the dragon unloaded yet again, adding even more to the sticky, gooey mix churning in her gut, her thirteenth load overflowing almost as quickly as it was pumped into her rear and oozing back out from her sore, stretched backdoor the moment Shyvana pulled her cock free with a sickening pop. Without missing a beat, Katarina rolled over and spread her legs. Lifting them up over her head and bending them at the knee, they bobbed in the air as she slid her arms in between them, her delicate fingers tracing the outer edge of her folds and parting them for the half-dragon. The sight was enough to make Shyvana burst into laughter. There she lay, spreading her own cuntlips and waiting to be fucked, with the fiercest, angriest scowl on her face. The half-dragon's menacing laugh only made Katarina's face twist into an even harsher glare. "Well, what are you waiting for?" She snarled, her cheeks burning as she could feel the dragon's many, previous orgasms spilling from her ravaged slit. If it wasn't so thoroughly painted white, her pussy would've been red from how sore and raw it was. "Hurry up and fuck me!" Shyvana laughed even louder, snorting as she did so. Well, she certainly wasn't going to turn down such a tempting offer. Falling forward on top of the full-blooded human, her tail fell between them and curled around one of Kat's heavy melons, giving it a hard squeeze. Shyvana grabbed hold of Katarina's knees and threw them over her shoulder before lunging her hips forward and rutting her like a feral beast. The dragoness used and abused the killer's curvacious body for her own amusement for hours, ravaging her until Katarina's entire body was so drenched with spunk that she could bathe in it. Always concerned primarily with her own pleasure, Katarina's enjoyment was little more than an afterthought, merely a means of breaking the assassin's will. And Shyvana did so relish breaking the little bitch's resolve. Every degrading position she could think of, she took Katarina in aggressively. In the end though, even the half-dragon's energy wasn't infinite. Soaked in sweat and stained with her own sizzling spunk, her sperm gushing from Katarina's every orifice, Shyvana finally hit a wall of exhaustion that had eluded her for so long. Overwhelmed by carnal bliss, the fury that had driven her to ravage Katarina in a twisted mockery of justice and revenge abandoned her, and with it went the last of her energy. Standing upright, she grabbed a fistful of Katarina's beautiful scarlet locks with her left hand, the quivering claws of her right taking a tight hold around her pulsating shaft and furiously stroking it. Her clawed fingers rubbing the thick ridges, rubbing them with her thumb, her clenched fist a blur as it flew up and down her misshapen pole. With one last cry of delight, Shyvana leaned her head back and let her tongue hang from her open maw, a bit of drool seeping down her chin. One final orgasm wracked her body, the force of it striking so hard that the half-dragon's knees trembled and she nearly fell. Katarina was too weak and tired to protest as the dragoness took careful aim at her beautifully scarred visage, the pointed tip of her ribbed spear staring her right between the eyes as it throbbed, swelled, and then unleashed it's steaming, hot cargo. The first, thick wad forced Katarina to shut her eyes quickly, just narrowly managing to shield them in time as it plastered her eyelids and glued her lashes together once again, the sticky cream making a mess of her eyebrows even. A second volley quickly followed, splattering the bridge of her nose, followed by a third and a fourth. Each rope of cum seemed perfectly aimed, landing upon an unmarred portion of her face. One particularly gooey jet sprayed across the scar that crossed her otherwise unblemished cheek, masking it beneath a viscous layer of semen. Wincing as one spurt even manage to clog her nose, Katarina's mouth was forced open to breathe, only to get a strong taste of her rapist's seed as Shyvana blasted another wad straight onto her tongue. By time the half-dragon was finished, Katarina's entire face was hidden beneath several layers of yellowish-white paste, and several more strands were stuck to her hair. Shyvana gasped weakly and released her hold on the red-head, staggering backwards as she sought to catch her breath. Doubling over and panting heavily, she rested her sticky hands on her knees, sucking in deep lungfuls of air. Twenty-three. Twenty-three orgasms in only a couple of hours. Hardly her best record, but what could she do? She was in the middle of a battle afterall. Staring down at Katarina in contempt, the cum-soaked woman having collapsed in a sticky heap, Shyvana shrugged. Alas, there'd be no affectionate cuddling or basking in the afterglow, though maybe she might come back and find her again for round two after the big fight was over. The half-dragon grinned. She merely hoped the rest of her compatriots had managed to hold their own in her absence. Ignoring the wheezing, coughing, gasping woman, Shyvana slowly moved about, gathering her discarded armour. Replacing her scarlet breastplate and leggings, she hesitated a moment before reattaching the metallic skirt. Already she could feel her loins twitching as she eyed the girl writhing in a puddle of her seed. Maybe just one more... "Katarina! Damn it sssister, we need you!" Shyvana cursed and quickly threw the rest of her armour back on. That disgusting snake woman was back again. Sexy times would have to wait until later now. She got lucky the first time the naga had come by, she wasn't going to risk being caught a second time. Turning on her heels, Shyvana leapt from the brush just as Cassiopeia slithered past it. The startled naga barely had time to blink and register her surprise before the half-dragon took off running. Just as when she had chased Katarina, the very air around her erupted into flames, a swirling vortex of fire engulfing the half-dragon as she sprinted across the road. Just on the other side was a small, well-worn path that lead deep into the jungle. It was still in enemy territory, but out of sight of the main road. Once she made it there, it would be virtually impossible to track her. Cassiopeia took only a few moments to register the fleeing draconian, but that was all the time Shyvana needed to escape. Hissing loudly, the serpent lunged towards her, spewing a vile, purple liquid in her direction. The half-dragon deftly moved to the side, just narrowly avoiding the toxic puddle of spit and bolting the rest of the way toward the safety of the treeline. The serpent chased her for a few more moments before grinding to a halt. The half-dragon was much too fast for her, outrunning her easily, and the snake-woman hissed in frustration at losing the opportunity to strike down an enemy of Noxus. Already in a foul mood over being unable to find her sibling, the naga was positively livid. She was about to leave and continue her search elsewhere when she heard a groan of discomfort coming from the bushes nearby where Shyvana had been hiding. Curiousity overtaking her, she slowly crept towards the tall grass, reaching out with razor sharp claws to part the brush and peer inside. The sight that awaited her made her gasp in shock. There lay her haughty, chaste sister, lying in a pool of dragon cum and sweat, weakly crawling about on the ground like a worm as she tried to gather together her weaponry, the various knives and daggers that had been strewn about in her struggle with the half-dragon. One of Katarina's eyes was shut tightly, her eyelid glued shut with cum, while the other one was only half-open, occasionally blinking and dripping semen from her eyelashes. Though Cassiopeia couldn't make out her face beneath the thick layer of white masking it, her sibling's cheeks were burning red in shame. Katarina glanced up at her sister with pleading, desperate eyes, and when she spoke, her voice was little more than a raspy whimper. "Please, sister... Help me..." Staring down at her own sister, naked save for the tattered shreds of her ruined leathers and boots and crawling about in the mud, Cassiopeia couldn't help but flash a wicked, treacherous smirk. Slithering a little bit closer, Katarina's eyes filled with horror as she looked into Cass's glowing blue eyes and saw... Lust? No, it couldn't be. Surely she was just imagining things. "Don't worry, dear sssister. I underssstand. A girl does have needsss afterall." Cassiopeia loomed over her sibling, a pair of serpentine fangs showing as she grinned slyly. "There, there now," Cassiopeia hissed, "just relaxss and let dear Casssie take care of all those naughty little urgesss for you." She leaned forward, stroking her sister's sticky, matted hair lovingly as her long, scaly tail slowly coiled around Katarina's legs. "That'sss what family isss for, afterall." The naga's lower body continued to wrap around the weakened human's, coiling around her and squeezing her in a tight embrace. For some reason, Katarina just couldn't take her gaze off her sister's eyes. It was as if she was frozen in place, unable to so much as squirm as her sibling continued to wrap her up in her long, serpentine coils. Then suddenly, there was something else pressing against her belly. It wasn't scaly like the rest of the naga, rather, it was very smooth, and kind of slimy, and hard too. Thin and stiff, it poked and rubbed at Kat's navel as she stared mesmerized into her sister's glowing orbs. It felt almost like... It couldn't be... This was Katarina's own flesh and blood. They bathed together as children. Surely she'd know if there was anything... Unusual about her sister. "Mnnn, oh, the changesss I've been through sincsse this curse has taken hold of me are usually sssuch a bother, but I'm cssertain a ssslut like yourssself will find plenty to like about them." Cassiopeia hissed, her forked tongue flicking out and licking her sister's nose playfully as she waited for realization to dawn on the red-head. When it finally did, Katarina just screamed.

Chapter 2 - The Serpent's Embrace

Tags: [Futa/F] [Rape] [Reluctant] [Rough] [Anal] [Tail Sex] [Excessive Cum] [Non-Sexual Violence] [Long] [Double Penetration] [Breast Expansion] [Naga] [Multi-cock] [Incest] "Defeat." A disheartened, feminine voice boomed in Katarina's mind, a telepathic message broadcast to all members of her squadron announcing the battle's end. The sound was so loud that it immediately jerked her back to consciousness. She awoke lying on a stone dais, surrounded on all sides by trees and torches save for one, where a set of shallow steps lead out into her team's main base. Nearby, a wrinkled, disgusting looking creature in a dishevelled, violet robe sat hawking his wares, beady eyes and a massive nose staring out from underneath his hood. She knew this place, but this wasn't where she passed out. But, where did she...? She couldn't seem to remember where she had been when the sweet embrace of sleep had claimed her. Rubbing the back of her head groggily, Katarina groaned, still in just as lousy shape as she had passed out in. Naked save for her leather boots and gloves, her gut slightly distended and her skin drenched with dragon semen. Thick locks of her hair sat in messy tangles, having grown crusty and stiff as the half-dragon's potent essence dried. She remembered the rape, and then her sister had found her, and then... Nothing. Turning her head, her vision bleary, she stared off into the distance. There sat their Nexus, the magical font of energy from which the summoners she fought on behalf drew their power. It was a large, imposing building, hexagonal in shape, walled off on all sides by tall, sorcerer shaped statues. Crowning the structure was an enormous, purple crystal, shimmering and sparkling with all the magic contained within. Before her very eyes, Katarina watched the crystal crack, small fractures appearing throughout it's pristine surface and growing larger with each second. They spread outwards, becoming a poorly constructed spiderweb. Raw, unrestrained magic seeped through the cracks, chips of gemstone flaking off of it, until the crystal could contain the enchanted essence no more. With an earthshattering kaboom, the nexus exploded, shards of crystal flying in every direction. The towering stone statues that were meant to protect it were blown apart from the inside, crumbling into rubble. They had lost, and it was all her fault. All because she had been too weak to stop that damned dragon. Katarina rolled onto her knees, leaning her weight against her arms. Clenching a fist, she punched the ground hard, wincing as her knuckles cracked against the hard stone. "There she iss, father!" Katarina recognized the hissing voice of her sister easily. Turning her head to face her monstrous sibling, her eyes grew wide with a mixture of emotions. There, standing next to the naga, was her father. The great General Marcus Du Couteau. The famed commander of Noxus's military had gone missing months ago, and everyone feared the worst, but now he had returned. Katarina nearly wept with glee to see the man who'd raised her alive and well. But he did not seem elated to see her. Her vision blurred by tears, her father looked... Hazy. Indistinct. She couldn't make out his features clearly, but she knew it was him, she'd recognize that man anywhere. But where once he looked upon his daughter with pride, now there was only shame in his gaze. There were no approving glances for the woman who'd brought so much glory to Noxus in the past today, only disappointment and loathing. "You dare show your face back here?" He scolded. "Your shameful actions have brought this defeat upon us. While your sister fought nobly alongside our forces, you were off gallivanting with that... That animal!" Cassiopeia nodded at their father's accurate retelling of events, standing by his side. "No! Father, you don't understand! I-" Katarina tried to defend herself, but the man who first set her on the path of the assassin cut her off, his voice dripping with scathing resentment. "Colluding with the enemy, abandoning your comrades, leaving those arrogant Demacians free to run wild and destroy our Nexus. And now look at you! Even now you sit there, wallowing in the filth of your misdeeds. Have you no pride girl, no dignity?! You have disgraced Noxus on this day!" Katarina tried to stand, her knees shaking weakly as she climbed to her feet. Her head hanging low in humiliation, she tried to cover her exposed chest with her right arm. Her left reached down, squishing her swollen belly as she tried to hide her shame and cover her naked sex, but she couldn't hide the semen still dripping from her nethers. It trickled down her thighs and oozed from her sore, bruised behind, gushing from her holes in even thicker amounts from the pressure she put on her stomach. Her father gave her a revolted look, and the serpent next to him grinned with a confident air of superiority. Katarina lifted her head quickly, wild eyed and panicking. She opened her mouth to speak, to say something, anything to defend herself, but instead of words, all that came from her ruby lips was more of the half-dragon's seed. She coughed and gagged, spitting up even more cum. "Disgusting." General Du Couteau wrinkled his nose at his own daughter and turned away from her. "Perhaps you should have been the one cursed instead of me." Cassiopeia giggled in that flighty, girlish tone she had once used to beguile men of their secrets. Katarina glared daggers at her sister, but before she could try to speak again, something miraculous happened. Before her very eyes, the naga began to change. Her accursed sibling's scales melted away, the green hue giving way to her beautifully bronzed skin. Her razor sharp claws shrunk and vanished, becoming the exquisitely manicured nails they once were. The thick leather headdress that crowned her skull melted away, separating into thin strands, becoming the luxuriously silky red hair that she shared with her sister again. Most wonderful of all, that hideously snake's tail split into two. From each pointed tail tip grew a human foot, and the segmented bones fused together, reshaping themselves into a perfectly ordinary pair of shapely human legs. Finally, the eery glow that had possessed her sapphire eyes ceased at last. Her sister was cured of her curse! Once more, Cassiopeia was human again, looking no different than she had that day she'd been punished for her transgressions so long ago. Despite the rivalry they occasionally shared as siblings, Katarina's lips curled into a smile. She wanted to cheer for Cassie and congratulate her for being freed of her hideous transformation. Her elation was short-lived however, as sudden agony wracked her body, forcing her to double over in pain. Katarina howled, it felt like her body was being twisted out of shape. It was as though her legs were breaking a thousand times each, all in different places, and the bones were shifting about underneath her flesh. She felt more than she heard, a sickening crack and crunch. Staring down in horror at her hands, she watched as her fingers elongated, her nails stretching and sharpening into talons so sharp that they put her favoured daggers to shame. The bladed claws bursting from the fingertips of her gloves with the sound of fabric tearing. Turning towards the shopkeeper, who was either blissfully ignorant or callously uncaring of all that transpired around him, she sprinted towards him. He carried all manner of magical trinkets and rejuvenating concoctions, perhaps he'd have some knowledge of what was transpiring. She made it all of three steps towards him before she fell forwards, stumbling and falling onto her side. She tried to climb back to her feet, but they refused to separate. Had someone tied her bootlaces together? Katarina hissed sharply and looked down, only to moan in horror. Her boots had fallen off entirely, nothing keeping them on as her feet had shrunk and withered away to nothingness while her legs fused together into one new, flexible limb. Her delicate, smooth skin rippled, turning green. She ran one hand down the length of her thigh, the skin growing rough as goosebumps rose up on her skin, and then spread outwards, growing thicker and widening into scales. Katarina screamed and thrashed about on the stone, flopping about like a fish out of water, or a worm freshly torn from the dirt. With an anguished cry, she rolled onto her stomach and dug her new claws into cracks lining the stone plateau she was laying on. Scrabbling at the hard rock, she dragged herself towards the store on her belly. Where no cracks were available to grip, she made some, digging her sharp fingers into the ground and clawing her way forward. Her head grew heavier as she crawled forward, her already crusty hair growing even stiffer. At last, she reached the oaken counter that served as the shop's main desk. Reaching up high with shaky hands, Katarina grabbed hold of the edge of it and pulled herself up. The shopkeep, hideous by even the most generous standards, recoiled away from her in revulsion. Kat ignored him and reached over the counter. She rustled through a pile of assorted magical artifacts, looking for anything reflective. Lifting up a large, enchanted sword, the blade polished to a mirror's sheen, she gazed into the flat of it and let out a terrified shriek. Staring her back in the reflective surface was a twisted creature, half human and half snake. Her semen encrusted hair had become tough as leathery, her legs were gone, replaced with a serpent's tail, and before her gaze, her shining, emerald eyes began to glow with an unnatural light. Katarina wailed in horror and despair. "My my, we really are quite the pair now, aren't we? Two inhuman monsters, we were made for one another..." A chill ran down Katarina's spine. That voice, that raspy, growling voice. She felt another pair of claws, smaller than her own, stroking her sides reassuringly, and a forked tongue licked the side of her cheek. She turned her head to look at her father and her sister, to plead for their aid, but they had abandoned her. Their back to the serpentine monster Katarina had become, both of them vanished into the haze created by her tears. "I wonder, if I fuck you long enough, you'll surely get pregnant eventually. Think you'd give birth live still, or lay a clutch of eggs now?" Shyvana hissed softly. The newly formed naga could feel that familiar, ugly shaft grinding against her scaly backside. With Shyvana's deranged laughter ringing in her ears, Katarina screamed from the depths of her soul. *********************************************** Enveloped in an icy chill and sudden wetness, Katarina was startled awake once again. Her eyes snapping open wide, they stung painfully, her vision nothing but darkness with a slight, blue-ish tint. She opened her mouth to breathe, only to feel her lungs burn as she inhaled the chilly liquid all around her. Desperate to suck in air before she drowned, the girl threw her head up, breaking the water's surface with a loud splash. Coughing and hacking, Katarina choked and spat up mouthfuls of water, gasping for fresh oxygen once her airways were cleared. Squinting and rubbing at her eyes, she gagged a bit more and looked around. She was in a pool of some kind... No, the water was flowing freely. A river. On one side of it, trees. On the other, the same thing. All around her were tall-standing reeds and high grasses sprouting from the river basin. Further downstream, she could see where the river broke free of the tree line and out onto a road. Rubbing at her eyes again to try and clear them, she panicked suddenly, afraid she might skewer them with her sharp claws. Pulling her hands away hastily, she glanced at them and found, to her amazement, the claws were gone! Her gloves still covered her hands, showing no sign of the damage the claws' growth had caused. Looking down into the water, she waited with baited breath for the surface to calm from her explosive emergence. When at last the ripples ceased and she could clearly see her reflection, she exhaled a deep sigh of relief. Her eyes were their normal green, bright, but not unnaturally so, and her hair was still sticky with cum, but normal. It had all been just a dream. Nothing more than a horrible nightmare. "Ah, awake at last. I was hoping that might wake you up." Katarina recognized that husky voice. As the water calmed a bit more, the reflection of her sister appeared in it's still choppy surface, looming above her own. She too was back to the way she was before, unfortunately. Still a fork-tongued snake. "Either that or drown you, whatever it took to put an end to your screaming. You sounded like a banshee, it was grating on my nerves." Katarina half-sighed, half-giggled. She must've been yelling in her sleep during that horrible dream. But it was over now. Now she had to contend with a different nightmare. She dug her fingers into the wet mud of the shallow riverbed, gritting her teeth as the memories of the day washed over her like the river water. The foolish fight she picked with Shyvana, her failed escape attempt, the marathon rape, and then... Her sister's 'rescue'. Spinning around to meet her sister's gaze, water sloshing about, she stared long and hard at the snake, looking for some sign of what she had felt before screaming herself unconscious. Cassiopeia just gazed back at her quizzically. Had she imagined it? That thick, stabbing pole, she was so certain she had felt it, but staring at the naga now, there was no sign of any maleness, or any sex at all for that matter. Katarina let out another sigh. Had she imagined it? The beginning of her feverish dream perhaps? It must have been, for the flirtiness her sister had shown before was gone now. Cassiopeia gave her more athletic sibling a disgusted look and turned her head away, her tanned cheeks turning a bit red. "You should clean yourssself up Kat. We can't have anyone ssseeing you like that." Whenever she became flustered or stressed out, Cassie's couldn't seem to stop herself from hissing like a snake, her tongue flitting out and tasting the air when she spoke. Katarina blushed herself and turned back to the water, not wanting to see the look of revulsion in her sister's face. Gazing into it's uneven, mirror surface, she could see just how bad the damage really was. The cum that stained her skin had long since dried and become flaky and hard. The quick dunk in the water had moistened some of it though, and now the dragon's seed was dripping from her in watery globs. What tiny amount of mascara she'd been wearing had started to run down her cheeks in black, inky lines. Her hair was matted and sticky, all tangled and hard, and nasty white splotches pockmarked her body. The assassin felt weak from exhaustion and dehydration. Smacking her lips together, her tongue felt dry and tasted like ash. Quickly, she peeled off her filthy gloves and tossed them aside. Using her bare hands to brush some of the grass out of her way, she cupped the water in her palms and brought it to her semen-caked lips, gulping it down noisily. The dirty river water hardly compared to the fine wines and fresh juices she enjoyed back in Noxus, but in her current state it might as well have been the sweetest thing she'd ever tasted. Scooping up more and more, she drank from the river until she felt sick, her body desperately in need of liquid to replenish what was lost during her exhausting ordeal. When at last she felt satisfied, she sat back with a gasp. Wiping off her mouth with the back of her arm, Katarina could feel her bloated stomach gurgling, the mixture of all that water and entirely-too-much cum sloshing about in her belly. She wanted to retch, her body wanting to purge itself of the half-dragon's intruding essence, but she fought it back, swallowing the bile back down when she felt it rising in the back of her throat. Wiping some of the moistened spooge from her arms, Katarina caught a glimpse of her sister's reflection in the water again. For a brief moment, she swore she saw the naga admiring her body, but when she turned to face her sibling again, the look was gone, just another figment of her worn out mind. The naga had her arms crossed, rolling her glowing eyes at the slow pace Katarina was moving at. The rushing water swept over her coiled tail, that long, scaly appendage keeping her sturdy even while she sat in the slick mud at the bottom of the river. The only movement coming from it was the very tip of the tail, flicking back and forth impatiently. Katarina turned away again and pondered her predicament. If they were in the river, that meant Cassiopeia had taken her back into neutral territory. A dangerous enough place to be on a regular occasion. The naga hadn't bothered to gather together any of her weapons, so to make matters worse, now she was unarmed. Just like her sister to prioritize a bath over safety, and there was no other source of water nearby for miles. Taking better stock of her surroundings, their current position seemed decent at least. The tall reeds were clumped together tightly on all sides, obscuring vision nicely. On top of that, the grass was tall enough that if she held her breath, she could lay low and go unnoticed by all but the most attentive observer. It was a passable hiding place until they determined where to go next, and if nothing else it allowed Katarina to hide her birthday suit. She arched an eyebrow, looking pensive. Maybe the fact that she was completely naked might work to her advantage, Katarina thought. If no one was expecting it, it might just confuse her enemies long enough for her to make her escape should any of them stumble upon her. If she could make it back to base, she could acquire other weapons, especially with the bounty she claimed from that... Katarina grabbed two fistfuls of her own clumped, matted hair and pulled furiously. The dragon's head! She'd left it behind! Now she was completely broke too. Things were just going from bad to worse. Katarina was distracted from her self-pity by the feel of a pair of warm hands clasping her shoulders, sharp talons gently grazing her skin. "Ssissster, you sseem a bit dissstracted. Would you prefer if I lent you a hand?" Cassiopeia's forked tongued flicked outwards each time she hissed, grazing the outer edge of Katarina's ear. The winced and shrugged off her sister's grip. It was unintentional, she was sure, but the feel of it vibrating against her earlobe was so much like Shyvana's that it unnerved her deeply. "We're not kids anymore Cassie." Katarina chuckled nervously and shook her head. "I'm perfectly capable of bathing on my own." The naga was right to hurry her though, they couldn't afford to spend much time here, Kat thought to herself. It was a shame too. After her terrible experience, the cool water flowing over her skin felt so relaxing, rinsing off the remains of the dragon's 'affections'. Even though she knew she should be rushing, Katarina found herself bathing at a slow, leisurely pace. She savoured the cleansing feel of the flowing stream and the occasional tickling from the reeds swaying in the breeze. Wigglng her toes in the riverbed muck playfully, Katarina kicked up some of the wet sand and muddied the water. So much so that the murky river no longer gave her a clear reflection. So it was that she didn't notice the serpent approaching her again, nor the lustful gaze with which the naga was eyeing her human sister. Again, Katarina felt her sister's hands upon her, but this time the snake-woman didn't ask for her sibling's permission. Sliding her arms around Kat's waist from behind, Cassiopeia's wet claws began kneading her smooth, rounded belly, massaging it tenderly and wetting some of the dragon's dry cum so she could wipe it off. "Kat, you're taking too long..." Katarina cringed and squirmed, trying to free herself again. After everything she'd been through, her sister's embrace seemed a bit too... Amorous. Placing her hands overtop of Cassiopeia's, she tried to pry her grip loose, but the naga refused to release her. "I'm fine Cass, let me go." There was a twinge of nervousness in the girl's voice, but the snake just tightened her grip, her long, serpentine tail weaving in between her legs and entangling them in her strong coils. "I insist. It'll go much faster this way." Cassiopeia hissed into her sister's ear, her hands firmly massaging her human sibling's swollen belly, grinning to herself as it sloshed and churned with all the liquid she'd consumed. Her scaly tail was gently stroking along Katarina's thighs, the smooth scales rubbing against her bare skin. Leaning forward into the assassin's back, Cassiopeia ground her chest into the red-head's spine, letting her hands roam over her sister's body. In the wake of her palms, Katarina's lightly tanned skin glistened and shone, the thick clumps of dried cum that stained her flesh smearing off and mixing into the river, giving it a milky, off-white tint. Scooping up more water, Cassie lifted it over her sister's head and dumped it into her hair, her sharp claws working to comb through the tangled mess. She cringed in disgust as a gooey string of cum came off between her fingers, clinging to her long, delicate looking digits before she flung it away to get caught on some of the reeds. "Just try to imagine that we're kids again, and maybe this won't be so bad." Trying to ignore the suggestive way that the serpent was rubbing against her, Katarina grit her teeth and ran her fingertips across the strong, muscular tail that was becoming entwined with her legs. She tried to pry it off of her limbs, only for Cassie to strangle her thighs even harder. "Easier said than done, you weren't a monster back then." Katarina gasped and clamped a hand over her mouth, knowing that was exactly the wrong thing to say to the short-tempered serpent. Cassiopeia's fumed, a low growl rumbling in her throat. She forced back the growl building in her throat and faked a playful grin. Her hands having made their way to Katarina's back, she fought the urge to dig her claws into her dear sister's spine, reaching around her again. By now her sibling was mostly cleaned of Shyvana's seed, all that remained was the best part. "I ssuppose that'ss true," she hissed. "But then, you didn't have thessse back then either!" Katarina's eyes bulged and she cried out in surprise, the serpent grabbing a handful of her bountiful mammaries in each paw and giving them a rough squeeze. Kneading them roughly, Cassiopeia rolled the girl's tender chest like dough, pressing her palms against them harshly and squashing her sister's large, perky breasts. Letting out a deep sigh, the naga arched her back, grinding her own barely covered bosom into Kat's back, savouring the red-head's soft, pliant chest pillows. "Aaagh! Cassie, what the hell?!" Katarina was gritting her teeth, trying to bite back a scream. After all the abuse she'd taken from Shyvana, her chest was sore and tender, and the snake's claws were hardly being gentle now. "How unfair..." Cassiopeia pouted, leaning her head forward to rest on Katarina's shoulder. Her glowing eyes dimmed slightly as she glanced down into the water. The mud had since settle back to the bottom, once again revealing their reflections in the choppy water. Where once they had looked so much alike, the naga's transformation had since made them look so disparate. "I was supposed to be the pretty one. How is it that the athletic one between us was the one gifted with a bigger set of titsss?" Katarina grimaced, twisting her head to the side and screwing her eyes shut, not wanting to see the reflection of her sister's face. The look in her eyes was... Disturbing to say the least. A melancholy mix of sadness, lust, jealousy, and deranged fury. Katarina had heard from secondhand sources that her sister hadn't exactly been right in the head since the curse had taken hold, but this was the first time she'd seen for herself. She'd always always been a bit quick to anger, but since the transformation her temper had only grown worse. There were numerous rumours floating about how Cassiopeia had torn her servants to shreds with her bare claws when she'd first gone through the reptilian change. Now the rage in her eerily glowing eyes was directed at Katarina, and it made the girl tremble in fear. Cassieopeia kept up her relentlessly 'massage', mauling Katarina's bust. She squeezed until Kat's ample flesh bulged outwards from between her fingers, giggling like a little girl who'd found a new toy to play with, even as Katarina screamed in pain, feeling like those razor-bladed nails would break her skin and slice her chest to ribbons any second now. Pulling her sister in closer, Cassie pressed their cheeks together, nuzzling the poor girl affectionately while rolling her bosom in her paws. "No one will touch me anymore Kat," Cassie exhaled a sigh, easing up her grip on her bust. "Everyone is too afraid or disgusted. But you would never abandon me, would you?" Cass leaned further against the side of Kat's face, cheeks rubbing against one another. The loving 'affection' of her sister repulsed Kat, twisting her head away from the serpent's attempt to cuddle. Things had gone way past simply bathing together. "C-Cassie! You-you need to stop! This... This isn't appropriate!" Katarina pleaded, her voice stuttering anxiously, hoping her sister would come to her senses. She did not. Hissing softly, she pressed her lips to Katarina's exposed neck, pursing her lips and gently sucking on her tanned flesh. Up and down the length of her neck, she peppered her skin with kisses and sharp little nips, tormenting her sister with sharp little lovebites. Releasing her torturous grasp on her sister's udders, Katarina dared to hope the naga was done abusing her, but the kisses continued. She whined quietly, still trying to pull away, but the snake's tail binding her legs insured she was going nowhere. There was the slight jingling of rattling jewellery, then the feel of Cassie pressing against her back was gone. A plink not too far away caught her attention, like something being dropped in the water, then Katarina was shoved forward as the naga threw her weight against her back again. Kat's eyes widened, the hard, jewel encrusted brassiere no longer jabbing her spine. Instead, there were just her sister's soft breasts cushioning her back. "Any less appropriate than engaging in a tryst with the enemy on a battlefield?" Cassiopeia said with a coy smile on her face. "No. No! Cassie, stop this!" There was no illusion anymore, no misunderstanding. She couldn't let this happen again, not with her own sister of all people! "Get the hell away from me!" Her dread giving her strength, Katarina swung her arms wildly, managing to hit the naga in the side of the face. Stunned by the sudden blow, Cassie's tail loosened it's grip, and Katarina quickly managed to pry her legs free. Thrashing in the water, she broke free and managed to hop to her feet, making a break for it. The water slowed her down though, resisting her movements and making her sluggish, even more so than she already was. A snake was much more aquadynamic than any human though. Coiling up, Cassiopeia lunged forwards, grabbing at her sister's ankles and yanking her feet out from under her, dropping her back into the water face first. Slithering over top of her, Cassie grabbed a fistful of scarlet hair and held her under the water, until she could see the naked wench squirming and struggling for air. Only then did she pull her head out of the water to let her gasp for oxygen. "Even my own sssisster shiess away from my touch!" Cassiopeia snarled, tangling Katarina's hair around her claws. Pulling hard on those knotted crimson locks, she forced Kat to look up so that the naga could see the fear in her bright green eyes. They just glared at one another, seconds feeling like minutes as the serpent jerked on Katarina's crimson tresses, the girl biting her tongue to avoid giving her the satisfaction of hearing her scream. Slowly, Cassie's tail slithered through the choppy water. The strong, muscular limb curled and wrapped around Katarina's thighs, locking them in place and then coiling around the rest of her body. She could feel it squeezing around her protruding gut, the pressure making her stomach gurgle. It was getting harder to breathe, the red-head's eyes growing large. Her sister was squeezing her like a boa constrictor. Her breath becoming ragged wheezing gasps, she weakly tried to push the scaly appendage back, to pry it away, but it just looped around her again, trapping her arms against her chest. "Cassie..." Katarina rasped, feeling herself growing lightheaded as the snake slowly crushed her. "Why... Are you... Doing this?" The naga just grinned down at her, a sly, almost childish grin as she squeezed even tighter around Katarina's midsection. The pressure continued to build on Katarina's gut, her full, squishy belly compressing tighter and tighter. Her eyes bulged, and she felt bile in the back of her throat. All that cum still filling her belly, sloshing and churning as her stomach was squashed. Moving off of her sister, Cassiopeia continued to eye her with that frighteningly giddy look. Showing just how powerful her tail was, she hoisted her bound sibling up in the air and gave her one last good, hard squeeze. Katarina exhaled the last of her breath, her jaw hanging open in a silent scream. Was this really how she was going to die? Crushed to death by her own sister? The naga's coils wound themselves tighter, twisting Kat's body, wringing her out like a sponge. That analogy suddenly felt all too accurate. With Katarina's stomach being squished too much to contain it all, all of that gooey, syrupy semen had only one way to go. It gushed back out the way it came, spraying from her ravaged sex and oozing from her battered and bruised ass. Her cheeks burned with a humiliation she'd been previously unable to even imagine as the naga wrung her out, her coiled tail spreading out, stretching further down her torso as she forced out all of the half-dragon's remaining seed. Goopey white sludge erupting from both of her holes in thick gouts to land in the water below with a splash. It clumped together even in the river, milky white spots being carried downstream. Biting her bottom lip, Cassiopeia strained to empty out her sister's womb and rectum without actually crushing her, careful to apply just the right amount of pressure in just the right spots. Only when the flow of draconic semen had slowed to a trickle and Katarina's face was turning blue from lack of oxygen did she finally loosen her grip. Uncoiling her serpentine tail, she dropped the nearly unconscious girl unceremoniously back into the water to cough and sputter for air. Her bulging, swollen belly was back to its normal size now, flat and athletically toned, with just the barest hint of stretch lines the only sign of what she had gone through. "Just helping you with your bath, dear sister. You needed a good cleaning, inside and out." Cassiopeia snickered. Katarina was laying face down in the water, weakly holding her head up to take short, shallow breaths. Most of her body was numb, and it was a miracle she didn't have any broken bones. Again, Cassie's hands were upon her now, gently caressing her sister's muscular thighs. Taking a firm hold of her legs, she dragged her sibling closer and threw Kat's legs over her shoulders. The human had to prop herself up on her arms to keep her head out of the water at this angle. "Ungh... Cassie... Now what?" Katarina groaned and tried to twist her body, hoping to see what her sister was doing, but the naga just swatted her with her tail. "Be quiet Kat, I'm not done yet." Her face hidden between Kat's thighs, Cassie licked her lips and let her forked tongue glide across her sister's labia. The loud moan that followed was music to her ears. The twin prongs of her tongue lapped at her sister's tender netherlips, teasing all around her sore, puffy lips with tiny, delicate licks. Katarina gasped and her arms wavered, nearly dropping her face into the icy river. After being brutalized so roughly by the half-dragon, even the gentle, caring tongue of her sister was like pins and needles pricking her raw sex. She cringed and bit her bottom lip, fighting with herself. She had to stop this. This wasn't just sex with another monster, this was incest! But it felt so soothing. Cassiopeia had none of the same inhibitions as her sister. She'd never exactly been a chaste girl. In her time serving as a courtesan to nobles, she'd partaken in far more vulgar things than a bit of sisterly love, with both men and women alike. She'd been one of the greatest assets to Noxus's intelligence services without ever needing to use force or violence. The pleasures of the flesh, a night of ecstasy, those had been the only weapons she'd needed at her disposal. It had been such a huge part of her life that, now that it was gone, she found herself burning with lust and desire all the time. Or perhaps her enhanced libido was simply another part of her curse. Either way, the naga found she could never satisfy herself and 'relations' with non-humans was frowned upon. Not that it couldn't be found in a city state as seedy as Noxus, but Cassiopeia was far too high-profile for anyone to risk getting caught with her. As a result, she was alone and aroused constantly. But now, now she had finally found someone to sate her burning desires. If her sister had no qualms with fucking a dirty half-breed, then surely she wouldn't mind lending the naga a hand in her time of need. Sure, she might protest now, but everyone gave in sooner or later, once they felt the joys Cassiopeia could bring them. There wasn't a man or woman alive who had been able to resist her expert tongue yet. Sure it may be reptilian now, but she could still do things with it that would make most people writhe. And judging from the condition she found the assassin in, she was certain that Katarina would be overjoyed by the surprise Cassiopeia had in store for her as well. Her thin tongue smacking wetly against her sister's tender flowerpetals, Cassie drug the slick organ up and down, lapping up the last trickles of Shyvanna's seed as it oozed from her pussy. Even though she tried to suppress it, she could hear Katarina's whine reverberating in her throat as she cleaned out her sex. The water got a bit muddier as Kat balled her hands into fists, her fingers digging through the dirt. When it felt like the red-head could take no more, she pressed the fork of her tongue against the sensitive little love button, letting her clit slide between the two prongs, and hissed. Her tongue buzzed and vibrated against Katarina's clitoris, making her scream as her body was wracked by a sudden, spastic orgasm. The naga didn't stop with just one though. The hot, burning sensation of the dragon's cum quickly being replaced by the sweeter taste of her sister, Cassiopeia felt encouraged. Lunging forward, she pressed their lips together in a lewd kiss, her large fangs scraping against Kat's outer labia as the snake dug her tongue deeper into her honeypot, slurping and drooling over her sister's lovetunnel. Katarina swore she was seeing stars dancing in front of her vision, though really it was just the reeds blowing in the wind. The pleasure was so much more intense than what little she had managed to receive from the half-dragon's greedy fuck, made even greater by how overly sensitive her sore cunny was. Somehow, she knew her sore sex should sting at least a bit more, and she wondered if her sister was just that skilled, or if she should be concerned that she was starting to have difficulty differentiating between pleasure and pain. Still, as wonderful as this felt after the last few agonizing hours, she couldn't let it continue. This was still a battlefield, they were still in hostile territory, and this was still her sister eating her out. "Cassie... Cassie! Stop. You have to... You have to staaaahh!" Katarina vision grew hazy as her sister's tongue probed deeeep inside of her, the forked end of it reaching further than any human ever could. It found her weakspot, and with another hiss, began vibrating right up against her g-spot. She screamed, her hips bucking of their own accord, grinding against Cassie's lips as the serpent's tongue twisted and thrust inside of her. Each time the naga's tongue pulled back, it scooped out some of Katarina's gushing juices, only to go back for more as she tormented her sister. She pushed her sibling to the very brink and then, when Kat was writhing on the edge of another orgasm, she stopped and pulled her tongue out. Panting softly, Kat's heavy breasts swung back and forth as she shifted her body. That mind-numbing bliss had suddenly vanished and her body craved more, but the naga refused to give her any. “You wanted me to stop, didn't you?” She said with a pleased expression on her face. She met her older sister's gaze, letting her claws stroke up and down her thighs. Katarina bit her bottom lip, torn by what she suddenly found herself craving, and what she knew was a step further into debauchery. She whimpered pathetically, her mind so fogged with lust that she had trouble finding the words. They didn't seem to be in any immediate danger, maybe she could afford a bit of relaxation... Gazing into her younger sibling's eerie eyes, they seemed to almost possess a mesmerizing quality to them, like staring into a pair of sparkling sapphires. “Maybe... Just a bit more...” Katarina shook her head. What was she saying!? She couldn't let this keep going! “No, we can't, we have to get somewhere sa-ahh! Cassie!” The naga heard more, and that was the only word she cared about. Her claws each grabbing a handful of Katarina's ass for leverage, she leaned in to give the girl another teasing lick, flicking her tongue across her clit. Even after giving her big sister's slit a good tongue bath though, she was still tasting that dragon's disgusting seed on her lips. This was no good, she had to get rid of it all. Prying her sister's cheeks apart on a whim, she rolled her eyes as she saw the barest trickle of dragon cum still dribbling from her little ring of muscle. Big sis was such a slut. Giving Kat's slit one more good lick, Cassiopeia dragged her forked tongue up the length of her labia and kept going, leaving a trail of saliva in her wake as she lapped up the last of the halfling's essence. The forked prongs teasing the girl's taint, moving further up until she was tickling Katarina's pucker. The assassin clawed at the mud, trying to drag herself away. This was getting more and more uncomfortable by the moment. Cassiopeia held firm though as she set about rimming her squirming sister, swirling her tongue around the girl's backdoor in small, fast circles. Kat's legs were starting to kick and thrash, her thighs clamping around the naga's head. Grabbing hold of her left thigh to hold her steady, Cassie let her right hand slide underneath the struggling girl, stroking her taut belly with her palm and stretching out her thumb to gently rub Katarina's sensitive little lovebutton. A smile spread across the serpent's features when that calmed her sibling down almost instantly. All she had to do was show her big sis how good she could make her feel, and the girl would become putty in her hands. Pressing her tongue a bit more forcefully against Kat's anal ring, she tried to push it inside, but the trained killer just grit her teeth and clenched her muscles, trying to keep her sister's probing tongue out. That just would not do. Trapping the red-head's clit between her thumb and forefinger, Cassie ramped up the stimulation to her sister's delicate nub, rolling it between her fingers and pinching it lightly. Katarina let out a high-pitched moan, her muscles relaxing long enough for her little sister to bury her tongue into her anus. Her scarlet tresses were falling over her face like a curtain, the ends trailing through the water. She'd never felt anything quite like the snake's slippery tongue probing her back entrance. The strange feeling of the slender, wet organ twisting and slithering around inside of her rectum was so weird, though not entirely unpleasant. Her sister's saliva washed away the burning dragon cum, leaving her feeling much cleaner, albeit even more repulsed by the naga. “Cassie! Th-that's disgusting!” Cassiopeia's tongue made a lewd, slick slurping sound as it slipped back into her mouth again, a string of drool still tethering the forked end of it to Katarina's ass crack. “Oh, don't pretend you're not enjoying it.” The naga cooed, deftly slipping her index finger into her sister's pussy. “You're still soaking wet.” Katarina looked down into her reflection in the choppy water. Seeing the bright red blush on her own face, she lifted her head, not wanting to see her own humiliation staring back at her. One of Cassiopeia's long claws replaced her tongue, sliding up and down the crack of her ass, the tip of it pressing firmly against her opening and sliding in easily thanks to all the saliva lubing up her back passage. The perverted sound it made as it drilled into her asshole made Katarina cringe and Cassie grin. A lewd schlick to match the squishing sound Kat's sex was making. Sliding an extra finger into her big sister's pussy, Katarina's moans built in volume and pitch as the serpent was edging her towards orgasm again. Leaning more of the girl's weight against her arms, the naga licked her lips as she fingered both holes at once, never letting her thumb stray too far from her clitoris. And then, once again, just as Kat's moans reached a crescendo, the naga stopped, pulling her fingers free and leaving her just shy of her peak. “Why? Why do you keep stopping?” Katarina whined, her voice sounding tiny and defeated. Cassiopeia clucked at her sister, shaking her head shamefully. “Tssk, tssk. What a selfish slut you are.” Grasping her sister by the thighs, Cassie lifted her off her shoulders and dropped her abruptly into the cold water, chuckling softly as she picked herself up out of the river, shivering from the cold and her interrupted orgasm. “Expecting me to do everything for you without doing anything in return for me. Naughty girl.” The serpent slithered a bit closer, lifting herself up on her tail a bit higher so that she towered over her older sibling. “If you want any more, then I think it's only fair that you returned the favour.” Cassiopeia's hands swept down her sides, past where her bronzed skin turned to bumpy, reptilian scales. Her gaze following her sister's sharp paws as they moved lower, Katarina's eyes were drawn to a small slit, barely noticeable amidst the lighter green scales lining her belly. It took the naive girl a moment to realize both what she was seeing, and then again for it to dawn on her what Cassie wanted. No wonder she was never able to spot any sign of the naga's sex even though she wasn't wearing any clothes. It was on the underside of her tail, always pressed against the ground and unseen as she slithered about. Katarina scowled, pushing herself up onto her knees and glaring into her sister's face. “You don't really expect me to...” Cassiopeia leaned forward, her human torso hovering over her as she reached down to tenderly stroke her sister's hair. To Katarina, the gesture felt more like a threat than reassurance however. Those long, knife-like fingernails grazed past her ear while the naga spoke. “I exsspect you to show more loving devotion to your own flesh and blood than you would to an opponent.” “It's not like I was given a choice Cassie!” Katarina barked back at her, her eyes narrowing to slits as she fumed with rage, clenching one hand into a fist. “Then maybe I shouldn't give you one either.” Pressing her hand to the back of her head, Katarina pushed back instinctively, but Cassiopeia's cursed fill her with unnatural strength, and she easily overpowered her ordinary sibling, shoving her face forward into her smooth, scaly underbelly. Katarina struggled as the snake expected her to, beating on the snake's leathery hide with her fist, but her tough scales provided ample protection, especially considering Kat's weakened state. Grabbing the back of Kat's head with both sets of claws to hold her in place, Cassie hissed and pressed her face right up against her hidden slit, grinding her vent against her sister's nose and lips. Katarina's neck muscles strained, fighting to pull back, but the snake wouldn't let her. The rest of her lengthy tail was wrapping around her waist, coiling around her and starting to squeeze again. Not as hard as before, but enough to make the message clear. Katarina would return the naga's affections, or Cassiopeia would crush her internal organs into paste. With tears welling up in her eyes, the fiery-haired assassin resigned herself to her fate. What use was there in fighting it? She had no weapons to defend herself, nor did she have the strength or speed to match her reptilian sibling. She could already feel Cassiopeia's fluids coating her ruby lips, the naga having grown eager while tormenting her elder sister. Closing her eyes to try and imagine she was anywhere else, with anyone else, she let her tongue slip out to taste the inhuman woman's damp sex. It was hardly the worst thing she'd tasted that day. Nowhere near the ash and brimstone taste of Shyvana's seed, but it was still bitter and disgusting. Katarina gave her slit a few tentative, hesitant licks, earning herself a cuff to the back of the head from the naga. "Don't think you can get away with that shy, hessitant girl act with me, sssisster!" Cassiopeia's eyes narrowed. "I found you sssoaked in enough cum to drown a yordle, I know you can put forth more effort than that!" Kat's eyes were filled with fury. What she wouldn't give for one of her daggers. Who cares if they were family? She was so furious she'd have happily skinned the naga alive for a new set of clothes. And that half-dragon, this was all her fault! These two reptilian fiends deserved one another. Her vision still filled with hate and rage, Katarina pressed her hands to the serpent's underbelly, her fingers parting her folds to thrust her tongue deeper. Wincing from the taste, she did her best to imitate the motions the naga had used to make her feel so gooood. Swirling her tongue in large, languid circles, she tried to make it vibrate like her sister did, but all she accomplished was slapping her tongue back and forth. Her sister's eager, but inexperienced actions made Cassiopeia laugh. Not everyone could have a tongue as experienced, or reptilian, as hers though. Still, lousy as the girl may have been, it still beat having to use her claws. It was so difficult to finger oneself with a set of knives, she was so focused on not skewering herself that there was no pleasure to be felt. The naga bucked and shifted her body, grinding her scaly underside against Kat's lips, trying to find an angle that might help the poor girl do a better job. The emerald scales coating her belly glistened, water droplets rolling down her body mixed with saliva and her own arousal. Her lust was building and it wouldn't be long now until Katarina got to see Cassie's 'little' surprise. The snake's loins were burning, her tail splashing as it wiggled back and forth. Katarina exhaled a warm sigh through her nose, mistaking her sister's squirming as a sign of impending orgasm, a mark of her good work. Redoubling her efforts, she just wanted this ordeal to end. Her fingers sensually massaging the naga's sides, she jabbed her tongue in, and licking her sister's bumpy, internal walls, stopping when she reached something slimy and hard. She nearly recoiled in confusion. There's no way her tongue was reaching deep enough to hit the back of her sister's passage, and she wasn't nearly naive enough to believe that could be her hymen. Whatever it was, it was pushing back against her tongue, slipping out from her slit. Confused and disgusted, Katarina struggled to pull back, and to her surprise, the naga let her. Afterall, Cassiopeia wanted to see the look on Kat's face. Slowly emerging from Cassiopeia's vent was a long, spongy slab of flesh. Completely smooth and pink, from the base to the thin, tapered tip of it. The only mark was the occasional blue vein lining it's surface. It pushed its way out from what Kat had thought was her sex, but was more the reptilian equivalent of a sheath. It flopped forward as it pushed out, only semi-hard, but it was quickly filling out with blood, swelling larger and thicker. Staring first in shock, then horror, Katarina's last memory before she passed out returned to her, that of her sister prodding her with a thick, needy cock. But it couldn't be! That was just a part of her nightmare, or so she had thought. She was quickly finding that reality was much worse than any dream however. "Cassie... But- What?! How?! I don't..." Katarina was at a complete loss for words, watching the naga's sharp fingers graze across her smooth shaft, grabbing hold and lightly stroking herself. Cassiopeia sighed, a dejected look on her face. "This curse... Wasn't bad enough that it turned me into a monster, but it took my womanhood too!" The serpent grinned coyly, gently stroking her sister's hair and trying to guide the woman's lips to her waiting prick. "It's not all bad though. You'd be amazed at just how good it feels to be the one sticking it to some filthy slut for a change... Someone like you." Cassie giggled, her sister desperately fighting the hold on her head. Katarina tried to look away, fought to free herself, but the rest of the naga's lengthy tail was still wrapped around her, and it gave her another harsh squeeze to remind her who was in charge. Just as the slimy tip of Cassie's girlcock was about to press against Kat's tightly pursed lips, the naga angled it up higher to let it rub along the bridge of her nose, a bit of her natural lubricants dotting Kat between the eyes. This wasn't an act of mercy on her part though, she just wasn't done showing off for her big sister. Holding the back of Katarina's head, she yanked hard on her hair whenever she tried to look away, forcing her to watch as more and more of her pole slipped from her opening. The naga's shaft would never be as big as Shyvana's. Though still larger than all the males she'd had the pleasure of enjoying in her lifetime, she had neither the enormous girth or length of the bestial half-dragon. Though she still had something that Shyvana didn't... Cassiopeia's slit bulged, her lips stretching even wider as something else started poking out. Her gaze drawn to her sister's vent, it was like watching a tragedy in action. She didn't want to watch, but Katarina found she couldn't look away. Pink flesh pushed out from the naga's sex, briefly looking as though her slit was turning inside out. With a slick, squishy pop, another tube of pink flesh suddenly sprung outwards. Katarina screamed anew, ignoring the naga's claws yanking on her hair as she twisted her head and thrashed uselessly in the water to try and get away. Cassie sighed happily. Letting only one shaft free at a time had been most uncomfortable, the first one trapping the second inside as it had swollen and grown erect, but the priceless look on her sibling's face made it all worth it. She was, afterall, a snake now. So if she was going to be partially male, it only made sense for her have a pair of twin hemi-penes. As the second one swelled and grew hard, they became completely identical, both nearly nine inches long and two thick. They bobbed and weaved in the air, the pair maintaining a small bit of flexibility, even when fully hard, to make up for the difficulty in lining her reptilian hips up with another. "Oh God, no! This can't be real! This has to be a nightmare!" No matter how much Katarina pleaded to wake up, no matter how many times she squeezed her eyes shut in hopes of seeing something different when she reopened them, nothing changed. Her sister still had her bound tightly within her coils, her prehensile members rubbing themselves against her cheeks. But Kat's hands were still free. Grabbing hold of each of her sister's pulsating cocks, she squeezed hard, trying to crush the spongy, pink shafts between her fingers. But where she hoped to hear a squeal of pain from the naga, there was only a lustful moan. Both reptilian shafts pulsed and spat out thick globs of perfectly aimed precum, splattering either side of Katarina's face. "Oh, Kat! If I'd known you would be ssso enthussiassstic, I'd have told you to give me a handjob firsst." Cassiopeia snickered to herself. Inside of her vent, her twin lengths were practically stewing in their own precum. It gave the two slabs of meat a strong, heady smell that made Katarina gag. More importantly though, it meant they were slimy and lubed up constantly. She could barely get a grip on them, the slippery, meaty pillars sliding between even her tightly clenched fists. Cassie bucked and thrust savouring the feel of Katarina's delicate, human fingers, her smooth skin gliding across her needy girlcocks and hugging them tightly. It felt so much better than those blades she called her fingers. But the naga knew there were far better holes to sleeve her dicks in. Cupping her sister's face between her claws, Cassiopeia bent down to look her in the eyes, to admire those pretty pools of jade and her lightly tanned skin, perfect save for that one scar over her eye to mar her features. "Do you know just how many men have pined for you over the years sister?" Cassie guided Katarina's lips to meet the pointed tip of one of her smooth members. The question was rhetorical of course. Katarina wasn't stupid enough to answer, or else she'd have found herself with a mouthful of cock, but Cassiopeia was content to dot her lips with her bitter tasting precum for now. "How many of them have come to me instead, thinking you unattainable. Have dressed me like you, called me by your name, even had me wear make-up to imitate that pretty little beauty mark of yours?" Gently, Cassiopeia traced the tip of her thumb along Katarina's scar, pausing over her eyes and making her sibling quiver in fear. "All they saw was the driven, focused servant of Noxus. The Silent Blade who'd cut them down for daring to see her as anything but a weapon, unattainable to their base desires. Damnit, even to the sssummonerss, I'm just the one they call for when you're not available! What would they think, I wonder, if they hade found you the way I had? If they could see you now, just how easy you really are." Cassiopeia's words stung Katarina far worse than any of her deeds. She glared up at her sister with determination and seething fury. But determination to do what? She couldn't stop the half-dragon when she'd been fully armed, what could she do to the naga now? She could struggle, she could resist, but Cassie would have her way in the end, the serpent almost always did, and it would be more painful for her as a result. But she couldn't just accept it either! To just give in and forsake what little dignity Shyvana had left her with, she'd never be able to look at herself the same again. "At last, I'll have what they never could," Cassie said, more to herself than anything, gloating over her victory. To the naga, this was vengeance. For all the athletic gifts her sister lorded over her, for the beauty that had been robbed of her, and for the life of jealousy she'd led in Katarina's shadow. Shifting her serpentine coils, she tightened her grasp around Katarina's midsection, squeezing until the wind was forced from her lungs, her mouth opening wide to exhale and desperate to breathe in. The naga loosened her grip, letting her sister breathe in a whiff of her strong musk, then lunging forward to give her a taste too. Only one shaft managed to reach Katarina's tongue before she sealed her lips around it to keep the other out. Cassiopeia pouted, then shrugged. It would get its turn soon enough. Katarina groaned. Thankfully, her sister's shaft didn't strain her jaw to the breaking point the way Shyvana's had, but it tasted much worse. And whereas the half-dragon had been 'courteous' enough to fire most of her loads straight into her stomach so she wouldn't have to taste them, her sister's length was completely coated from tip to base in her foul slime. The only hope she could muster was that her sister wouldn't have the same endurance or virility that the dragon did. She knew the naga was pent up, and she prayed the serpent would cum quickly and be done with her. Grasping the naga's free shaft with grim determination, Katarina began stroking it firmly, her head bobbing in time with her hand. Her sudden eagerness took Cassieopeia by surprise, a shudder running down her lengthy spine. "Ohh, do you love the taste of my cock that much Kat? Mnnn..." The serpent bit her bottom lip, chewing on it lightly with one of her large fangs. As a 'reward' for her sibling's sudden change of heart, another thick glob of precum oozed from the tips of her greasy members, one landing atop Kat's tongue while the other sprayed across her bridge of her nose. The bitter taste wasn't getting any better as time went on, but Katarina forced herself to keep going, using what little experience she'd accumulated pleasing the half-dragon to try and get her sister off faster. Preferably before she decided to lay claim to any of the assassin's other holes. Pressing her tongue along the underside of the naga's throbbing pole, she rubbed it up and down. Making sure to keep her hand busy as well, she let her thumb tease and stroke the tip of her sibling's other prick in between long strokes. All the preseminal fluid coating it let her hand fly up and down the shaft. Whenever her palm reached the base, she would give it a firm squeeze, encouraged by the naga's lusty moans. Risking a glance upwards to gauge her sister's reaction, Katarina would have grinned if her mouth wasn't full. The naga's back was arched, Cassie throwing her head back and basking in the pleasure she was being showered in. She made sure to keep one hand on the back of Katarina's head just in case, lovingly stroking her sister's hair, while the other was pawing at her own chest, delicately massaging her breasts with practiced skill. Slurping noisily on the serpent's prick, Katarina hollowed out her cheeks and sucked on it hard. Pulling back until even the tip slipped out with a lewd pop, she quickly shifted her attention to the other shaft. Gooey strings of drool and precum were still tethering her lips to the first one as she started blowing the other, her hands switching to the first so it wasn't left out. She didn't want either of these disgusting things going near her sex, and if this was the only way to save herself, she'd swallow all the nasty cum her sister had to give. "Aahn! Kat! Keep... Keep at it! That feelsss ssso goood." Cassiopeia's hissing was becoming longer and more drawn out as her pleasure grew. Her serpentine hips writhed and spasmed, her coiled tail growing gentler, practically hugging the bound girl and grinding her smooth scales against her wet skin. "My sssisssterr, the exsspert cocksssuckerrr." Cassie giggled, her sharp fingers running through Katarina's fiery tresses. Forcing a little bit of her cock further down the girl's throat, she let loose another little surprise for her. The very end of her tail, where the scaly limb thinned out, wound its way in between Katarina's legs, tickling her outer lips while the naga smiled. Kat squealed in surprise, the sound reverberating through the snake's sensitive organ. Slowly, she began easing the tip of her tail into her sister's snatch. Her hips became more active at the same time, thrusting and forcing Kat to swallow more of the naga's cock. "There'ss no reasson why we can't both enjoy thisss, no?" Cassiopeia said softly, again letting her thumb trace the outline of Katarina's scar, rubbing her precum all along the length of it. Kat cringed, trying to ignore the pleasure Cassie was forcing onto her. Damn her tail! It moved like her tongue, only bigger in every way. And those scales... While they were smooth for the most part, they still made noticeable little bumps that the girl could feel grinding against the inner walls of her sex. It slid inside of her so smoothly, so easily, stretching her just enough without going too far. Katarina's eyes rolled up into her skull, Cassie's tailtip finding just the right spot to make her swoon, and the naga knew it. She held her tail there, letting the tip wiggle against her weak spot, rubbing her little scales against it. Overwhelmed by pleasure, the foul taste in her mouth suddenly seemed irrelevant. Moaning far too loudly, Katarina slowed her movements, letting her sister savour the greedy, schlurping lips wrapped tightly around her girldick. She bobbed her head more slowly, and when she went to switch cocks again, she paused and gave the precum-oozing slits on each an affectionate lick. Katarina was just giving the first one a kiss, her lips pursed against it, when her eyes rolled back and she managed to snap herself out of her delirium. What the hell was she doing?! She couldn't be getting into this... She wanted it to end. Cassie was so much more experienced than her that making Kat dance to her tune was child's play. She thought she could finish the gender-crossed serpent off quickly and make her lose interest, but at this rate, she was going to be left begging for more if she didn't stop this now. Then, all at once, the taste of the naga's cum that her lust-fogged mind had been suppressing hit her again. Katarina's eyes bugged out, and she yanked her head off the serpent's prick. Coughing and gagging, she spat as much pre-seed into the water as she could, waiting a few seconds for the flowing river to carry it away before dunking her head under it to try and wash out the taste. Cassiopeia gave her sister a bemused look. "Aww, what's wrong Kat? Don't you like the taste?" Her tail intertwined with her sister's legs, Cassie pulled them apart, staring at the human's little treasure box beneath the water's surface. Still holding her sibling by the hair, she dragged her closer, using the scarlet strands as a rag to wipe off some of the spit. "That's okay, I think you're ready for the main event now." To anyone else, her husky tone would've been seductive, but to her own kin now, it was terrifying. Clamping her thighs together to try and keep Cassie from shoving her tail in any further, Kat grabbed at it with her hands, digging her nails into it to pull it out. The naga hissed in pain, backhanding her sister across the face. Her glowing eyes narrowed to slits, she kept a tight hold over Katarina's ankles, ensuring she wasn't going anywhere. "Now why would you go and do that? We were having ssso much fun." "Not again, not again!" Katarina shrieked deliriously, splashing about and scrabbling desperately for something, anything she could use as a weapon. Parting the reeds just a couple feet ahead, she saw a glimpse of something, a large stick, a log planted in the riverbank, she wasn't sure. But it looked just heavy enough... She coughed and sputtered as a large weight fell upon her suddenly, pushing her down under the water's surface. All she could feel were scales surrounding her on all sides, and she had to forget about finding a tool to defend herself and just focus on breaking for air. More and more, she felt the snake's coils wrapping around her, her wet scaly underbelly brushing against her back, her stomach, all sides. The scales ground against her bare skin, and slowly she felt them twisting her body, turning her onto her back. Sunlight beamed down from above, casting everything into shadow as the water obscured her vision. Something large and sturdy looking loomed over top of her, and she saw it as her one chance. Throwing her arms out, she wrapped it around the shadow hovering over the water and pulled, lifting her head just high enough to cough and gasp for air. She felt something smooth beneath her fingertips, squishy, like skin. Oh no... Blinking a few times to try and clear her eyes, her vision returned slowly, bleary at first, but it was clear enough to see that she had thrown her arms around Cassie in what any passerby could easily have mistaken for a loving embrace. Cassiopeia smiled lovingly at her sister, but Kat knew better than to assume anything but the worst. The naga's claws wasted no time slipping in between their bodies, grabbing handfuls of Katarina's titflesh with a lusty growl. She had her bound so thoroughly in her long, powerful tail that she hardly needed her paws to hold her still, freeing the naga to savour the feel of her sister's bigger chest pillows. Katarina had blown her chance to play nice though, and now Cassie wasn't being nearly so gentle, her claws leaving deep, red scratches across her chest. The naga wouldn't be satisfied with foreplay though. Her scales were pressing against Kat's thighs, gliding across her lower belly. The running water was getting choppier as the naga shifted constantly, lining her body up just perfectly... Pressing their bellies together, both women gasped at once. At last, the naga's twin spears had found their mark. The smooth shafts slid back and forth, the underside of one rubbing against Kat's netherlips, while the other one jabbed uncomfortably at her thigh. She tried to line them up again, but Kat wouldn't quit squirming, screwing it up each time, until finally the naga lost it. With a furious hiss, her tail arched briefly before slamming forward, burying one of her slickened cocks into her sister's tight little twat. Katarina screamed as she felt the smooth, fleshy tool barrel its way inside of her. It didn't hurt like Shyvana's had. The smooth surface made penetration easier, and the smaller size let it fill her without stretching to the point of tearing. But the knowledge that she was being raped by her own sister in her moment of weakness was so much worse than being ravaged by a monster who'd been too strong for her. Cassiopeia was in heaven. It was rare enough that she got to toy around with anybody since the change, reduced to self-exploration. But this was just so much better than that. Before she'd been cursed, she was used to being filled, but this was the first time she'd ever gotten to see how the other side lived. No wonder men were such pigs. Her sister's snatch was heavenly. Katarina's sex fit her cock like a glove, her pussy clamping around her maleness in a vain attempt to keep it out, but it was so slick that her cunt muscles couldn't find purchase, couldn't grip it tightly enough to stop it from pistoning in and out of her relentlessly. Her tail continued to arch and curl, pulling her 'hips' back to slam them forward again, churning the water as she pounded her sister relentlessly. At last, release. Real release, with another person! It was a shame her big sis wasn't more willing, but at this point Cassiopeia just didn't care. Katarina was right about one thing though. Between her long withheld desires, the unfinished blowjob, and now her sister's snug love canal, there was no way Cassie would last long. Her other cock was leaking precum into the water, flopping against Kat's belly and rubbing against her neatly trimmed landing strip, the hairs tickling her sensitive length. The one buried inside her tunnel kept drilling deeper, thrusting in as far as it would go. The pointed tip of it was pressing right up against the girl's cervix with every thrust. Katarina had no idea how potent her sister's seed would be. Unnatural as it was, she could've been sterile for all she knew, but she was already taking her chances with all the many, many loads the half-dragon had dumped in her. If she was lucky they wouldn't be compatible, but she couldn't afford to risk it. Hands balling into fists, she started pounding away at the naga's shoulders. Her legs wanted to kick too, but she could barely move them an inch. “Cassie! Cassie, stop!” She wailed, lifting her head and trying to catch her sister's gaze. The naga's eyes were glazed over, and she seemed like she was staring straight through her sister, lost in her own little world. “You have to... Nnngh! For the love of God, Cassie, pull out! Aaahn!” Katarina was struggling to even think straight, the serpent's shaft fit inside of her so perfectly, pressing against her inner walls on all sides. “Fuck, if you get me pregnant- Ooooohh Gooood...” Gritting her teeth, Kat grabbed either side of Cassie's face and forced her to look down at her, panting and heaving as she was. “You'll destroy our family name you stupid, horny bitch!” Cassiopeia just gave her a quizzical look. Giggling to herself, she arched her back and kept kneading Kat's bouncy breasts together. “Silly Kat, girls can't get each other pregnant!” Shaking her head free, she shut her eyes and curled her fingers, loving the doughy feel of her sister's bosom. Katarina was left staring in awe. Was her sister playing dumb, or was her mind rattled that much by her restrained lust? She was hardly a 'girl' anymore. The dawning realization that she couldn't stop the naga from filling her with her essence nearly broke her will. What was the point? If she was screwed either way, she might as well enjoy it. Kat shook her head. She couldn't give in to thoughts like that. If she took the easy way out now, what would stop it from happening again and again? What would stop her from growing to crave it? She was better than some cheap gutter whore! Eyes opening wider, Katarina pounded at her sister with enough force to leave some bruises. Damnit, why couldn't she deter her? It was like the pain didn't even bother her. Such a dainty figure, it's not like she could just endure it like the half-dragon could. With an agonized cry, Kat felt Cassie's cock swell in anticipation. Knowing just what kinky things the serpent had experienced, for all she knew the naga might've even gotten off on pain. Water sloshed back and forth, the naga rutting her sibling, unconcerned by the mental struggle she was going through. Playing with her soft bosom, Cassie nuzzled her face into Kat's cleavage. What she wouldn't give to be as well endowed. She could feel her emminent release building pressure inside of her. Her shaft was swelling wider in preparation for the oncoming flood. Warm precum was mingling with the icy water flooding Kat's nethers with each thrust. It was time, finally! Squinting and curving her spine, Cassiopeia let out a drawn out hiss as she felt the cum rocketing through her sheathed prick. Between all the pre-seed which already slicked her prick, plus the fact that she was half submerged in the river, Katarina barely felt the potent spurts of cum filling her, but she could feel the way the naga's pole pulsated and throbbed, the smooth rod undulating as thick wads of cum pushed through it to paint her insides and fill her womb. Fresh tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. With a satisfied sigh, Cassie pulled her softening dick from her sister's soaked sex. A torrent of milky semen followed, turning the water a hazy, off-white colour around them, a trail of it floating downstream. “Aaah! That wass one...” Kat's eyes bugged out of her head. “Oh god, no...” The snake's coils rippled, her smooth belly scales sliding across Kat's flesh as she repositioned herself quickly. Shifting her angle a few inches lower, she jabbed forward with her second cock, the polished shaft plunging inside of her easily. Human arms wrapped around Kat's shoulders, contrasting sharply with the monstrous claws dragging across her back. Cassie pulled her sister into a hug, letting their soft, pliant breasts press together. Stiff, perky nipples scraping against one another. The water had only just began to calm when Cassie started to thrust again. Their loins mashing together rapidly turned the surface choppy, small little waves briefly submerging Kat further beneath the surface. With the amorous serpent pressing even more of her weight down against her, Katarina threw her arms around her neck, holding on for dear life just to keep her head afloat. Their gaze meeting, she could see the childish glee in Cassiopeia's glowing orbs. She just hoped the naga could see the vile hatred in her own. Slamming forward particularly hard, Cassiopeia laughed as her sister's mouth made a perfect O, forcing her to moan as her spent length rubbed against her clit each time she thrust forward. "Mmnnn, are you finally letting yourself go Kat? Think of how much more fun we could have together if you did!" The naga's throat rumbled, her first cock stimulating itself as it rubbed against her sister's thighs and her lower belly, sliding across her skin underwater. At this rate, it'd be hard again just in time to take over once her second emptied its load. "Jusst think, oncse thisss battle is over, we can ssspend all the time in the world together in the privacsy of our own home." Katarina's face went pale. Without even thinking about it, she struck her sister across the face, slapping her with enough force to leave a red mark across her cheek. Her thrusts slowed to a stop, and without her stiff rod jabbing her in the crotch, she was finally able to speak without interruption. "Cassie! What the hell is wrong with you!? You'll be lucky if I don't kill you for this." For a moment, it seemed like she might have finally gotten through to her sister. Kat could feel the naga's length retreating, and there was a stunned, remorseful look on her face. When just the tip was left to be removed, she lunged forward again, the girl screaming as it thrust so deep that the narrow, slender tip forced its way straight into her womb. "What's wrong with me?! What's wrong with you?! I've done everything to get you to enjoy thiss, and sstill you keep fighting me!" Cassiopeia bellowed, her eyes once again taking on that terrifying, deranged light. "Don't try and pretend you're not enjoying thisss. The high and mighty Katarina iss a ssslut, just like her sssissster." "You're acting like an animal!" Katarina tried to strike her again, but Cassie was ready for it this time, catching her wrist and nearly crushing it in her gripl. "Well, if you and everyone elssse are gonna treat me like one, then that'sss how I'll behave." The naga began rocking her hips again, her length sliding smoothly through her sibling's tunnel. Katarina grimaced, trying to fight back the little sounds of bliss her body was trying to make. "What would father say if he saw you doing this?" It was Cassiopeia who slapped her this time, hissing so furiously that her tongue was flicking spittle into Kat's face. "Don't talk about him!" She hesitated, looking almost solemn. "...You alwayss were hiss favourite..." The naga's length softened a bit, and Katarina almost laughed. Even in the middle of an incestuous act, there seemed no easier way to turn off a child then to talk about their parents. "Don't talk like that. You know he had Noxus's best minds working to cure your... Condition. At least until he..." "Dissssappeared?" Cassiopeia finished, growing angry again. "And who will keep thosse ssselfish fuckss focussed on my plight now? You? Katarina, the high commander, alwayss too bussy off playing gamess in the League of Legends to show concsern for her poor, curssed sssissster." As the naga's rage simmered, her shaft swelled with blood again, growing harder inside of Katarina's snug sex. "Cassie, wait! It's not like that!" Katarina was in a panic. She was so close to getting through to her, and now she worried she may have made things worse than ever. "Afterall, why would ssweet, innocent Katarina care about me? She getss to keep her beauty afterall. Daddy'ss ssspecial little girl who'd never debasse hersself with thingss that are beneath her, like casual ssex." Cassiopeia began thrusting her hips again, harshly jabbing her throbbing length as deep as she could. "She'd never shame her family by fucking ssome barbaric half-breed, esspecially not one from Demacsia." "Cassie! Stop... Stop, you're hurting me!" The naga's hold on her wrist was getting tighter, her sharp claws drawing a small bit of blood. Her coils tightened, pulling Katarina's legs uncomfortably far apart. The assassin felt like she was a wishbone about to snap. The naga just continued her insane rant, not hearing anything but her own rapid breathing as she ravaged her sister's cunt. "And she'd csertainly never enjoy ssomething as vile as incsesst, sssucking off her curssed sssisster's dick with a sssmile on her facse! You're sssuch a lying whore!" Rearing back, Cassiopeia opened her maw wide, revealing the massive, sharp fangs that her canines had become. Katarina shrieked at the sight of the dripping, inch long needle-like teeth, right before her sister snapped her head forward, sinking them into her sibling's left breast. Kat screamed herself hoarse, her chest feeling like it was on fire, the serpent's fangs hooked in her flesh. She tried to hit her sister with her free hand, only for the snake to catch it with hers, pinning both arms under the water. Cassiopeia's cock pulsated with need. A ripple traveled down the length of her bloated prick, a large glob of precum shooting into her sister's pussy once it reached the tip, with several more following right behind. The fangs in Kat's flesh held her still, threatening to tear through her skin if she tried to struggle. Vasginal muscles clenched, trying to slow the naga's rapid thrusts, but her thick organ couldn't be denied. The slimy, oozing prick kept pressing deeper without any resistance at all. Cassiopeia barely even had to move her body, her cock was just prehensile enough to thrust and pound Katarina's slit on its own, quickly reaching the point of no return. Cassie pulled her teeth from her sister's soft titflesh, throwing her head back in jubilation. Both girls screamed simultaneously as the naga climaxed again, flooding Kat's snatch with a second load of bitter cum, filling her until it overflowed, further tainting the river with her spunk. Her second shaft spent, Cassie pulled out slowly, lifting her torso up high on her tail to watch all of her excess cum flow downstream with a look of satisfaction. Katarina was panting heavily. Her brow felt damp, though she couldn't tell if it was sweat or just water. She felt hot all of a sudden. Even fully submerged in the chilly water, her chest was practically on fire. Sweat was gathering on her forehead and around her neck, and she could feel something oozing from the bite mark on her chest. The naga releasing her hands, she reached to wipe the quickly bruising area clean. Kat squinted, eyeing her hands in bewilderment. Instead of the bright red blood she was expecting, her fingers were coated in some dark, violet fluid. Her mind began racing, quickly putting two and two together. That bitch had poisoned her! "What's wrong Kat? You're looking a bit under the weather." Cassiopeia smiled that coy, seductive grin of hers, leaning forward to scoop her sister up into her arms. "You... Bitch!" Katarina winced as she was lifted into the air, the naga's arms wrapped around her waist and cupping her ass cheeks. The fire in her chest was slowly dying, being replaced with an uncomfortable numbness and a strange, sudden heaviness. "Tsk tsk, such vulgar language." The naga clucked her tongue. She gave the puncture wounds she'd left a gentle lick, lapping up the trail of venom trickling down her breast. Katarina was unprepared for the jolt that went coursing through her spine. Her muscles felt numb, but her nerves tingled with every touch, feeling more sensitive than ever. Her arms hung at her sides, going limp as the venom circulated through her system. If she put all her effort into it, she could move them a little, but she almost fell out of her sister's arms just by lifting an arm. Her sense of balance was completely off. It was like the left side of her body weighed more than the right. As Cassiopeia's roaming tongue found it's way to her perky nipple, Kat groaned loudly. The serpent's slipped her sister's stiff nub into the split in her tongue, vibrating it the same way she had against her clit earlier, to much the same effect. Katarina arched her back, and cried out in surprise. Her breast felt like it was nothing but a bundle of tightly wound nerves. Pressing her lips to her sister's bright, pink areola, Cassiopeia slathered her sensitive teat in her drool, soaking it until it glistened and suckling from it gently. She delighted in her soft little moans. Every sound Kat made only encouraged her more. Once again Katarina found she was at war with herself, her body wanting her to just give in to the intense sensations, while her mind fought to remind herself she was being raped. Averting her eyes, she tried not to watch the naga lather attention onto her soft melon, but after a few moments, she found she couldn't take her eyes away. Something was off. It almost looked like her left breast was... Bigger somehow. No, it definitely was. It had to have swollen nearly a full cup size larger. Her mouth gaped as she realized how lop-sided her chest had become. No wonder her equilibrium felt off. She tried to focus, but increased sensitivity and the naga slurping on her tit was making it a chore. Her breast was definitely still growing though, her skin stretching as her mammary expanded before her very eyes. Cassiopeia could see the way her eyes were practically popping 0ut of their sockets. "I see you've noticed my little 'gift." She sucked on her udder, pulling it out and stretching it, until it slipped free of her mouth with a wet little pop. "Just a small side-effect of my poisson." The snake laughed maniacally as she moved to Kat's other breast. The contrast was sharp as the pleasant tingle there was nothing compared to the bottled lightning in her left. "I was always so envious of your chesst, but I figured , why not let bygones be bygones? I think I'm suddenly okay with you having a bigger bust than me." Opening wide, violet venom dripped from the tips of her fangs, saliva making them glisten. Katarina screamed, the naga sinking her teeth into her soft, plitant skin, breaking it so cleanly that nary a drop of blood spilled out. "God, Cassie, no! Th-this is going too far! Way too far!" Katarina protested. The numbing effect of the poison seemed short-lived. She was already getting the feeling back in her extremities when the second dose simply renewed it. She lifted her shaky arms to try striking her sister back, only for them to fall away limply once more. Again, there was that same burning sensation in her chest, the suddenly incredible sensitivity, and then her breast began to expand. It was easier to notice now, and she groaned as her body fell forward from the new weight gathering in her bosom. Cassiopeia didn't seem to mind having Kat's pillows mashed into her face though. Kneading her sister's wet ass cheeks, Cassie licked and nibbled all along the insides of her swelling mammaries, teasing her newly sensitive skin as her tits grew large enough for the naga to hide her face between them. Katarina threw her head back and forth in a blind panic. What had the naga done to her? Her left side was nearing the size of her head with no signs of stopping, and it was only a matter of time before the right caught up. All it took was two bites, and her figure had been destroyed. Years spent training herself and honing her form, perfecting her balance so that she could fight in spite of her uncomfortably large bust size weighing her down. Now she'd be lucky if she could support her own weight without breaking her back. Even that trashy slut Miss Fortune didn't have to put up with knockers this big! Cassiopeia tried to say something, but it just became muffled within Kat's cleavage. The girl's tanned skin was stretching so thin to accomodate her enormous bust that the veins were showing through her skin, blue-violet from the poison still coursing through them. With so much weight added to her chest, her breasts couldn't maintain their perky shape, gravity tugging them down and making them sag a bit, though not nearly as much as they should have, all things considered. Pulling her head back to breathe, Cassiopeia nearly suffocated herself in between her sister's massive pillows. "There, now your appearance matches how big of a slut you really are." Katarina snarled like an animal, gnashing her teeth and willing to bite the snake right back if she could reach. Her expanding bust was actually pushing the two of them further away though. "I'm not a slut! You did this to me! You and that blasted dragon!" Twisting her sister in her grip, the naga wobbled as she rotated the girl in her arms. Her tail swayed unevenly, trying to maintain her own balance as she turned Kat so that Cassie's own breasts were mashing against her back. "Don't make me laugh. Deny it all you want, but you know you've been loving this." Cassie bent her tail, pushing the scaly limb between Kat's legs, almost like a seat for the naga to rest the girl's weight on. However, she was merely freeing her hands to play with her sister's new chest. Even with her long fingers splayed and stretched out though, Cassieopeia could hardly hold her heavy chest up. The girl's flesh spilled out of her hands like bags of fat. The way they jiggled and shook as she bounced them in her palms and smacked them together entertained the serpent to no end, even as it made Katarina throw her head back and forth and writhe like mad. Sharp teeth nibbled at Kat's collarbone, interchanged with Cassie's slender tongue trying to tickle her. Katarina lips were curled into a grimace. She threw her head back swiftly, trying to crack their skulls together, but Cassieopeia was swift enough to pull back at the same time. "Doesn't this feel gooood Kat? You can't hide it from me." Cassie's fingers deftly captured her sibling's nipples between her fingers. Rolling them back and forth, she twisted them gently, showing remarkable skill as she avoided piercing them with her claws. No matter how hard she grit her teeth, how much she shook and squirmed, Katarina couldn't hide how much pleasure she was getting from this. Her own juices gushed from her excited cunny as she ground her hips against Cassie's scales, mixing with the naga's cum. Her breasts seemed to finally stop their steady expansion, having ballooned outwards larger than her skull, like a pair of bowling balls hanging off her chest. The naga was mashing them together hard, til flesh bulged between her claws like rubber. And, as much as she wanted to protest, to fight it, the poison made each touch feel a thousand times greater, and each scratch was that much more painful. "Jussst sssurrender Kat..." Cassiopeia nibbled on her sister's ear, whispering into it while her tongue tickled her earlobe. "Agree to keep me company so I'm not so lonely anymore, and I can keep you feeling like thisss all the time." The snake's tail started to saw back and forth, dragging itself between Katarina's thighs, her fluids smearing a trail across her scales. "Is your dignity really worth giving up the pleasure I can bring you?" A squishy, fleshy bump slid past the girl's slit, followed by a second, then sliding back to do it again. The serpent was letting her twin shifts grind against her flower petals, both hard and aching for another go. "Together we'd make the most gorgeous couple, don't you agree? Don't you find me... Beautiful?" Katarina hissed, squeezing her thighs together to try and keep Cassie's dicks at bay. "You're as hideous now as you've ever been Cassie," she snapped. "You were ugly even before you were cursed." That was not the answer the naga wanted to hear. She seethed with fury and pulled hard on her sibling's chest, raking her skin with her claws. "Bitch! Who ssayss I need your consssent anywayss?" Her cocks throbbed, rising to attention. A swift buck of her serpentine tail launched Kat a foot into the air. Her scaled limb rippled and flex, thrusting up to catch her sister in the air and impale her on her upright staffs. Katarina yelped, her boobs clapping together and bouncing wildly from even the slightest movement. Then suddenly she was impaled, one of her sister's thick staffs plunging back into her sex, while the other one slipped between her ass cheeks. Still coated with cum and that natural layer of slimy pre, as well as Kat's own slick juices, it slid into her rear end with surprisingly little resistance. The thin, pointy tip aimed perfectly to pierce her tight little rosebud and drill through her innards. Catching her sister's immense weight, Cassie's torso swayed to and fro to maintain her equilibrium. Lowering the heavy-chested woman back into the seating position she had her in before, she wasted no time stuffing her holes. The snake's dual pricks thrusting of their own volition. They'd retreat back into her vent a couple inches only to spear Kat's pussy again, the one in her ass twisting into a mild corkscrew as it wormed its way through her colon. "Aaaaahhh! Stop! It's- it's too much! Cassie, stoooop!" Katarina's pleas fell upon deaf ears. Where once she might have at least been gentle, now the naga just wanted to see her sister squirm. Claws manhandled her bosom roughly, bouncing them in her palms, while Cassie ground her chest into her sister's back. Precum spilled from Katarina's sex, accompanied by lewd, sloppy squishing sounds. It gushed down across the snake's belly, occasionally spraying into the water. More of it trickled down the crack of her ass each time Cassie slammed into it with a messy schlorp. She couldn't believe how tight her sister's backdoor was, or how perfectly she could fill both at once. It made her regret not doing this from the start. Her asshole wasn't as slick or wet, but it was tighter, so much so that her anal muscles could actually squeeze hard enough to make thrusting a chore. Which just made it feel all the more satisfying when she worked up enough speed to properly fuck her tight anal ring, spitting enough pre into it to turn it into a frothing sticky mess of white goo. Best of all, she could feel her own shafts stimulating one another at the same time as they were being massaged by Katarina's spasming muscles. The twins were pressed together by the tight confines of Kat's body, separated only by her sister's thin vaginal walls. The matching set of cocks were uneven in their thrusts, the one going into Kat's ass having to go a bit slower. They began double-teaming the red-head at the same time, but before long they were taking her in alternating strokes. Occasionally they would sync up again, slamming both shafts in at once and breaking Katarina's attempts at silence, tearing the passionate moans from her hoarse throat. "Sssay it..." Cassiopeia hissed, squishing her sister's breasts together like water balloons. "Beg me to usse you for a cocksleeve." "Never!" Katarina gasped. She tried to move her hips away, to make it harder for the naga to keep plowing her, but the serpent's tail undulated and slithered back and forth, keeping parallel with her hips at all times. "You might as well, I already am anyways." Cassie let one of her fangs graze the outer edge of her sibling's ear. Her sizeable shafts jackhammering her next of kin, she let out a husky moan. Katarina hated to admit it, but her slippery sister was right. Her cunt muscles spasmed and gripped tighter, some of her juices squirting outwards around the thick pole stuffing her slit. The longer this went on, the more desperate she was becoming. The assassin had that one, brief, amazing orgasm when they'd first began, and Cassiopeia had been keeping her on edge ever since. Expertly bringing her to the brink of ecstasy then slowing down just enough to keep her from Kat from her peak. And now she was closer than ever. She knew the naga was just waiting on her to submit. She just wanted to prove herself superior... Maybe she had been going about this wrong all along, Katarina smirked. "What'd be the point in begging for your dick? Nngh! You've got two of them but you hardly know how to use either one!" Katarina winced as her sister slammed into her especially hard. "You're lousy at this..." "What?!" The naga hissed, some of her spittle catching the side of Kat's face. "I've made Men and women alike quiver from jusst a touch! You feel only as much pleassure as I want you to." "Sure they weren't just trembling from how hideous you were? I mean, was it really any wonder they wanted to dress you up like me?" Katarina was breathing deeply, doing her best to keep her voice steady, even as Cassie's grew more laboured from the constant fucking. "Hah... I wass the pretty one! Aah, hah... Not you!" Cassiopeia was bucking her hips, her tail bobbing up and down and bouncing Kat on top of it. The barbs were getting to her. She tweaked her sister's nipples as she bounced in her 'lap'. Katarina choked back a moan. The numbness in her extremities was fading again. Her fingers wiggled experimentally, testing how much feeling had returned. The snake had been screwing with her head and her body since she'd woken up. It was no wonder she couldn't think straight, all the touching and teasing was keeping a fog of lust hovering over her mind. But now she at least had a way to maintain some modicum of self-respect. She could turn the naga's teasing back on her, make her feel inadequate if she could resist cumming for her... A sharp thrust quickly put an end to any thoughts of outlasting the snake. Cassiopeia forced both lengths into her body at once, and Katarina nearly lost it, arching her back and biting her lip to stay quiet. Still, if she could goad the naga into making her cum without having to beg, she'd preserve at least some of her dignity. “Ungh... So, how many partners do you figure faked it so you wouldn't feel bad?” Katarina leaned forward, her heavy chest weighing her down as the naga loosened her hold on her bustline, moving to grip her thighs instead. Her bronzed skin shimmered with sweat, the serpent hoisted her sibling up and dropping her back down on top of her needy members, stabbing deep into her core. “Five? Ten?” “Hah, I ussed to bed that many a week. If that few were all I ever dissssappointed, I'd sssay that wass a pretty good record.” Cassiopeia grinned from ear to ear, her warm breath tickling the back of her sister's neck as she moved to kiss and nibble on her earlobe. “Really?” The human wheezed, in between bouts of mocking laughter, trying not to focus on the way Cassie knew just the right spots to tease with her lips. “And you're really trying to pretend that I'm the slutty one?” Pressing her newly mobile hands to the underside of her hefty bosom, Kat wrapped her arms underneath them to support the immense burden. Clenching her muscles, she ground her hips back and forth, riding Cassie as best she could, her breasts jiggling non-stop from every movement. “Shut up! Jussst... Ohhhhhh!” Cassie screwed her eyes shut, her sister's tight ass squeezing her cock harder than she could've imagined. Globs of precum were working their way up her shaft, firing into her sibling's holes in quick spurts. She was about to cum again, and again. Her twin lengths pulsating at once, throbbing with the need to spill their seed. If Kat thought the naga couldn't make her cum, she was dead wrong. She'd show her, no one could resist Cassiopeia. The end of her tail snaked its way up one of Katarina's dangling legs, spiralling up the length of it, til the very tip was hovering just an inch away from her sister's sensitive little clit. Rattling and shaking it back and forth, she pressed it to the red-head's delicate button. Throwing her head back and yowling like a wild animal, Cassie's twin shafts suddenly convulsed. Sheathing both at the same time, they swelled and thickened out as a third and fourth load of cum erupted from the tips. Overwhelmed by two simultaneous orgasms, a shudder ran through the entire length of the serpent's body. When it reached the tip of her tail, it sent it vibrating against Katarina's clit, buzzing against it so fast that it pushed the two of them over the edge together. The incestuous pair screamed and moaned in unison, girlcum spraying out around Cassie's rigid staff, while warm ropes of semen spurted from the tips of both. Her spunk didn't burn like Shyvana's had. Instead it was more of a pleasant, tingling warmth. Only the knowledge of who it belonged to made Katarina sick to her stomach. The two women basked in the throes of orgasm. Cassie's paws slid to her sister's hips, holding her flush against her vent, savouring the warmth of her fleshy tunnel and backdoor, both of them oozing a trickle of her jism. Both swollen shafts slowly went limp, each spurting one last small wad of cum. Sliding from Katarina's pussy with a vile schluurp, the first flopped forward limply against the snake's belly, making a wet slap as it smacked against her scales. Hefting her sister into the air, the naga watched and giggled as the one in her ass followed suit, dropping her used up cum rag back into the water unceremoniously. The semen-dribbling assassin sputtered and flailed in the water, her newfound mass making her sink like a rock. Her bust was so huge now though that she could keep her head above water, albeit uncomfortably, just by laying atop her chest. Her breasts sunk into the mud and she tried to lift herself off of them on quaking arms, but just didn't have the strength. Grabbing a handful of her kin's red hair, Cassie used it for a rag to wipe some of the cum from her scales and clean off her spent cocks. The feel of those silky locks rubbing against the sensitive shafts quickly made them stir back to life though, fresh dollops of pre oozing outwards. "Oopsies, looks like you'll have to get yourself all cleaned up again sis," Cassiopeia snickered. Bending over, she rested her hands against her sister's shoulders, lightly caressing her supple skin. "But don't worry, I'm still willing to lend you a hand, and myself as well..." Oh God, it was happening again. Grinding her teeth in frustration, Katarina refused to go through another marathon rape session. She was exhausted, both physically and mentally, her breathing strained. Shutting her eyes, she moaned softly, making the naga giggle and tease her. "Oh? Ready for round three? Gonna play nice now Katarina?" Kat nodded her head, lifting her ass up into the air enticingly. Just as she predicted, the naga zoomed in on her cushy behind, her hands eager to give it a squeeze. She didn't notice Katarina's hands reaching into the brush, her fingers curling around the thick piece of wood she'd spotted earlier. To Kat's surprise, instead of the rough textured bark of a fallen tree branch she was expecting, it felt smooth, polished. And dense. The naga slithered forward, rubbing her belly against her sister's behind, one of her lengths sliding between her cheeks. Leaning overtop of her older sibling, Cassie lowered herself to tease her ears again, and that was when the assassin struck. Venting her rage at being so powerless, Katarina roared furiously, twisting her body and swinging at the serpent with the hunk of wood. Throwing all her weight into the blow, it collided with Cassiopeia's skull with a satisfying crack. Stunned, the serpent fell aside, going facefirst into the water. Breathing deeply, Katarina pushed herself to her knees, resting her hefty chest on one arm to support it, the blunt weapon she'd found still clasped tightly in the other. The naga's body was still, laying lifelessly in the water. Watching it intently, she looked for any sign of movement. Reaching out with the wooden stick, she moved to poke her sister with the wide, coned tip. Hesitantly reaching out, the tip was just an inch away when Cassiopeia threw her head out of the water with a large splash, startling her. The end of her tail quickly came up from behind the human, wrapping around her neck and strangling her. "You bitch! I'm going to kill you! I'll tear you to ribbonsss!" Lashing out with her claws, Cassie slammed her palm into Kat's chest, shoving her back into the water, her other hand motioning to grab the weapon from her hands... And it was only then that either one of them truly realized what Kat had found. A small, smoothly carved wooden handle with a wide, stubby cone on one end, fastened from some sort of green gemstone, flanked on both sides by a pair of ornate wings. The insides of the gem were a swirling, misty green haze, like some mystical fog had been sealed within. A sight ward. A magical item of relatively simple construction, frequently used in Summoner's Rift as a means of spying, watching for ambushes or enemies hiding in the bushes. One need only plant the handle into the ground, and they and their allies alike would be granted sight of the surrounding area until such time as the ward ran out of power. "Kat... Isss thisss yoursss?" Cassiopeia's tongue flicked out, sensing the air nervously, her bright eyes darting back and forth. "Nnnno." Katarina was just as hesitant. Both women gave one another a quick glance, their hands gripping the handle together. Without a second thought, both of them acted in unison, smashing the ward against a rock and shattering the gemstone top. But that wouldn't change the fact that both of them were exposed. Their enemies knew exactly where they were. "How long hass that been there!?" The naga screamed and panicked. She twisted and turned, expecting an ambush any second. "Oh God, how much did they see?!" Katarina climbed to her feet. She barely managed to get standing before stumbling forward and falling back into the water. Fuck, her breasts! Her equilibrium was completely destroyed. She couldn't carry these behemoths around! "We need to get out of here!" Her arousal faded fast as even the naga and her one-track mind knew what danger they were in. Her dripping shafts going limp in the blink of an eye, slowly retracting back into her vent like a pair of worms. "Cassie!" Kat scooped her bosom up into her arms, looking to her sister with pleading eyes. "I can't travel like this! You-you have some kind of anti-venom or something... Don't you?" Looking down at her sibling with disdain, kneeling there, her once perfectly sized chest swollen to comical proportions and oozing cum from both holes, the naga sneered. "You know, suddenly, I'm not so jealouss of you anymore." "Cassie?" "Ssorry Kat. But look on the bright sside, your sacrifice will allow me to escape." Turning her back on her family, the naga slithered off, leaving her sibling behind as a distraction. Or at least, that was her intent. The sound of gunfire nearby grabbed both women's attention, a loud bang followed by the whistling of the wind as something sailed through the sky towards them. "Geronimoooo!" Cassiopeia was startled, backing up and narrowly avoiding getting clobbered as a yordle, of all things, fell from the sky, landing just ahead of her. The naga barely had time to blink, catching only a flurry of white hair and blue skin as the pint-sized humanoid whirled on her, a massive, wide-barrelled cannon clutched between her stubby arms. The weapon had to be half again the size of the small creature, who barely stood as high as her waist when she kept her belly low to the ground. "What the-" "Ka-boom!" Squealing in an excited, childish voice, the yordle fired her weapon. There was a loud boom and the yordle was knocked off her feet by the recoil as a massive cannonball blasted Cassiopeia's abdomen at point-blank range. "-fffffffuuuuuck?!" The cannonball struck with such force that the naga was launched into the air, shooting into the sky like a firework. At the peak of it's journey, the explosive sphere blew up in a sparkling display of fire and shrapnel, launching the serpent even further, until she was just a dot on the horizon, falling back into the treeline miles away. The yordle held a hand to her brow, blocking the sunlight from her eyes and watching the snake vanish into the distance. "Whoops, maybe a bit too much gunpowder that time." The whole thing happened so fast, Katarina could hardly even register it. Still kneeling and clutching her chest, she took a second to examine her 'rescuer'. She couldn't have been more than three feet tall at best. Her bare, baby blue skin and humanish face, were unusual for a yordle, as was the short mop of white hair. Their race were usually almost rodent like in apperance, with thick coats of fur and short animal-looking snouts. If it wasn't for her skin colour and her pointy, elvish ears, she might have been mistaken for a human child. How someone that small was able to carry such a big gun, not to mention a large pack of cannonballs slung over her shoulder, was a mystery. Most disconcerting though was the outfit she was wearing. She was dressed in military garb, but not just any regular soldier's outfit. The yordle was wearing the signature brown fatigues of the Megling Commandos, the fiercest fighting force in yordle history. And there was only one member of that elite group that had ever become a champion of the League of Legends. Tristana eyed the, red-headed girl in return, drinking in the sight of her nude, wet form and the gargantuan mammaries that were nearly as big as the yordle herself. A lascivious grin crossed her face, her hands stroking the barrel of her cannon suggestively. This was going to be fun.

Chapter 19 - Geno-type pt. 19

Tyler groaned as he groggily opened his eyes. He had been awoken by a prickling sensation in his leg. His leg had fallen asleep on him. Kind of ironic that he should be woken up by his body falling asleep. Tyler tried to make sense of what was going on around him. He really needed to stop passing out during sex. It was beginning to become a habit.             Tyler tried to move his leg, but there appeared to be something on top of it. Tyler looked down to see what it was. He probably should have been alarmed by what he saw, but instead he just laughed. There was a massive testicle pinning his leg to the floor. Tyler’s own nut had gotten so big that it could envelope his entire leg. Tyler managed to pull himself into a sitting position, and he tried to lift his massive nut up enough to slide his leg out. After some shoving and pulling he had managed to pry his leg loose. His leg was red and sweaty from having been pinned under his sack for so long.             He spent the next few minutes massaging his leg as he flexed his foot; trying to get some feeling back into it. After he finally managed to get that prickling sensation in his leg to fade, he figured he had better check out the damage. Tyler got to his feet, and started laughing again. He wasn’t even sure if he was laughing at how ludicrous the situation was, or because he on some level realized how badly he had messed up.             Tyler was standing before a cock and balls that completely dwarfed his body. Each nut came up to about his shoulder, and was roughly as wide as it was tall. Tyler was actually glad he had such a saggy ballsack, because his monstrous dick was resting flat on the ground between the two nuts. Tyler kind of thought it reminded him of Frogger or maybe a cartoon horse who had to carry too much, and so its legs were splayed out beside it.             Tyler’s cock wasn’t quite as big around as his balls, but it was definitely longer. His cock reached only up to about chest level, but it stretched out for several feet in front of him. He couldn’t even imagine how big it must be; his dick extended out before him and actually managed to hit the wall on the far side of the room. This was not a small room, either. This one room was effectively an apartment to itself.             Tyler was in awe of his own equipment. He put his hands on his cock just to be sure it was actually his. He could feel his hands pushing against the sensitive flesh of his dick, but his hands felt so small, like as if he had two spiders running along his shaft. He had never felt so small in his life. Sure, he was in some ways the biggest man on the planet, but he was staring down a dick that could probably crush him to death. Actually, scratch that. He wasn’t even the biggest man on the planet as far as penis size goes, either. Now that Tyler got a better feel for his surroundings, he could see an even larger cock nearby. The diameter of Jake’s cock was now more than Tyler’s height. There was no way Tyler could see over it to check out the rest of the room from his current position so he crawled up onto his own dick to get a better look. There was no way Tyler could stand up once he was up there; due to being literally joined at the crotch with his new perch. Instead he had to push up off of his own gargantuan cock just to look around. He felt kind of like Ariel climbing onto the rock during her musical number; The Little Sperm-Aid? Somehow he didn’t see that going over too well with the Disney execs. Tyler looked around to survey the damage they had done to Sam’s place. The walls were splattered with cum, as were the clothes that Sam had set out to show off. On the far side of the room he could see Jake. Or rather he could see where Jake should theoretically be. Jake’s balls had always filled out their pouch nicely; a fact that Tyler was a little jealous of. At their new monolithic size, Jake’s nuts were even more impressive than ever. Unfortunately, Jake’s cock could not slide between his two nuts like Tyler’s had. Instead, Jake’s cock draped over his massive balls; the top of Jake’s cock almost scraping the roof at its apex. Tyler had to assume that somewhere behind the mound of balls and cockflesh was his best friend. Tyler could also see Sam passed out on the floor; the tattered wreckage of his custom fit briefs still clinging to his waist. Sam’s huge cock was now almost as long as his legs, but when compared to Tyler’s or Jake’s dicks, Sam’s looked absolutely tiny. Poor Sam, Tyler thought to himself, maybe someday you can be one of the big kids.             Tyler hopped back off of his dickperch and tried to walk around a bit. He was surprised to find that he was still somewhat mobile. His balls were heavy, but if he walked backwards he could drag them along. Tyler walked over to the head of is dick. It had not moved an inch while he walked over to it; Tyler had not run out of slack on his massive hose. His situation reminded him a lot of that snake game he used to play on his shitty old flip phone he had back in third grade.             Tyler stared down his own massive cock head. The whole scene was so surreal. His slit was now almost half as tall as he was. Tyler’s curiosity was just too much for him. He had to get closer and check it out. Tyler backed up until he bumped into his own dick. The tip of his own cock was now firmly pressed against his own ass. Now if Tyler’s dad ever asked him “Does your dick touch your asshole?” He could safely answer “Yes!” Although, the follow up response “Then you can go fuck yourself” was more impossible than ever. There is no way in hell Tyler could get this beast inside of him. It was thicker around than he was.             Oh, but can you imagine if it were possible? Tyler’s mind began to drift as he thought about how great it would feel to be filled so completely. Tyler could feel a trickle of pre start even though he wasn’t even close to hard yet. He reached back and pulled his cheek apart as he rubbed his hole up and down across his dribbling slit. He could feel the warm pre smear across his puckered hole. Tyler could feel his dick twitch; well at it’s now monstrous size, it was more like convulse.             Tyler’s cock inflated a bit; it still wasn’t hard, but he was well on his way to a monumental semi. Tyler didn’t want to get hard just yet, though. He begrudgingly broke apart the bizarre sloppy lovins his ass and cock were engaged in and spun himself around as best he could; turning around was easier said than done since he was still tethered to his gigantic balls. Tyler managed to turn his body about half way and then spin the rest of the way from the waist up. He managed to sit down, but he could only bring one leg close to him, the other one was hung up on his nuts. He just had to leave it outstretched. For the first time in years, Tyler wished he had stuck with his martial arts classes from all those years ago; he really would have liked to still be limber enough to comfortably be able to do splits.   Tyler was now eye to eye with his own enormous slit; his face now just inches away from it. The scent of his own pre was overpowering. The small dribbles coming from his cock were still gigantic by normal standards; each tiny bead was close to the size of his head. Tyler leaned in closer and brought his mouth to the flow and took a long sip. It was much more watery than cum, but it still had that salty tang to it.             After leaned back from the stream, still in awe of the sheer size of his own slit. He could easily fit his whole head in there. Again, his curiosity got the better of him. Tyler held his hand up to the slit and pushed in. There was plenty of room and his hand slid in with no effort at all. Tyler pushed in deeper and deeper until he had his entire arm dug in up to the shoulder; the side of his face was pressed into the passage.             Tyler could feel the warm stream wash over him and taste it as some of it splashed into his mouth. His dick was almost so large that he could crawl into his own slit. As he tried to wrap his mind around this thought, a familiar warmth pulsed through him. Tyler could feel the passage become looser and more inviting. He didn’t really want to make himself large enough that he could crawl in, did he? He felt another pulse; the passage widened again.             Tyler imagined what it would look like if he managed to crawl in. Obviously his balls wouldn’t be able to fit in, but everything else might. With his whole body inside, the tip of his dick would press up against the back of his balls forming some kind of massive ouroborus cock. He felt the warm pulse again; Tyler’s subconscious was a lot kinkier than he gave it credit for.             It seemed big enough for him now. Tyler pulled his arm and spun back around so his back was against his cock head. He very carefully managed to push his elbows into the slit and use them to pry it open so the rest of him could start sliding in. Once he got the passage open enough, he leaned his head back and began pushing himself in with his elbows as he laid back inside his own cock. Once he was flat on his back he managed to writhe and wiggle himself deeper inch by inch until finally he was in up to his knees. He wished he could get in deeper, but his balls made it impossible.             The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was like he was experiencing it two separate times simultaneously. He could feel his cock wrap around his body, as he squeezed deep inside his own narrow corridor, but he could also feel the pleasurable pressure of having his own body buried deep within his cock.             It was so warm and humid in there. It was like being in a sauna while bathing under a waterfall of warm, sticky, salty pre. He was able to breathe fairly easily as long has he kept a hand blocking the flow of liquids into his mouth. Tyler was so warm and comfortable he just wanted to lay there for a while longer, but his own squirming was working against him. He was making himself hard by being so deep inside his cock, and as his cock got harder, the passage got tighter. This just made it all the more pleasurable for him on both ends, which in turn led to him getting even harder and hornier.             Tyler’s dick began to inflate rapidly, and as it hardened it began to pull itself back into its standard long, straight shape. Tyler could feel the tug on his groin as his engorging cock was pulling him out, and yet the inner walls of his dick were inflating and hardening as well, holding him in place tighter and tighter. The pleasure was greater than Tyler could have imagined; he started pressing against the sides of the walls with his arms to both increase the sensation and make it harder to pull himself out.             Finally his raging hardon won out against himself. Tyler’s dick pulled him out with a loud, sloppy, slurping, sucking pop. Once he was free, his dick quickly sprung into its rigid, shaft shape; Tyler was once again riding the top of his cock like a cartoon mermaid on a rock. This time, however, Tyler was ready to get off his rocks in a whole ‘nother fashion.             Thanks to his recent growth spurt as well as the standard growth and swelling that accompanies an erection, Tyler was now able to place his feet against the wall as he was riding his cock. Tyler quickly used this to his advantage as he braced himself against the wall and leapt off with all his might. He managed to clear the crest of his dick and slide across the shaft for a few inches. The momentum caused his dick to grind forward into the carpet. Tyler then pushed back with his hands to send his body backwards back off to where he came from. Again, the momentum caused his cock to grind against the carpet the other direction.              Tyler managed to get a decent rhythm going as he hopped and shoved in time with his hips thrusting. He was grinding his dick against the floor bringing him steadily closer to the edge. His muscles quickly began to scream in agony. These were like the squats of doom mixed with the hand stands of torment, but Tyler was too horny; he needed release more than anything. He was not about to let anything as frivolous as severe muscle pain get in his way.             Finally Tyler could feel it coming and leapt off the wall one last time. He pulled himself up on his arms; his hair now thoroughly soaked with sweat and pre, sent watery droplets cascading through the air as he reared his head back. He looked ready to belt out “part of your woooorld” but only actually managed an “Oh GOOOUUUGGGHHHHDDDDD!!!” as he pumped gallons of hot, creamy, jizz into Sam’s apartment.             Tyler’s mind was foggy with the afterglow as he continued to pump spooge into Sam’s room. He lay there, draped across his own cock for minutes with a goofy grin plastered on his face. All he could feel was the pleasure of his near infinite amount of pent up cum surged out of his balls only to floor. The flow eventually slowed to a stop, but not before completely flooding the room. There were a few inches of standing spooge filling the room; it slowly spilled out through some of the lower air vents, and the small crack under the door. When Tyler regained his senses enough to worry about others, he managed to slide over to the side of his cock enough to peek out at the others in the room. Fortunately Sam had passed out on his back, and so he hadn’t drowned under the deluge. Tyler was thankful for this, although he really wouldn’t have minded going down there and doing a little CPR on the sleeping boy. Tyler had never actually heard of anyone receiving the snowball of life before, and he kind of wanted to climb down there and do it anyway just to say he had. As Tyler watched as he realized another teensy minor detail he may have forgotten to take into consideration in the throes of his lust. Sam’s dick had added at least another foot already and appeared to still be expanding. Jake’s cock was getting bigger too, but since it had to curve around the room as it was, it was hard to really get a feel for just how much it was growing. Oh well. They’ll probably thank him for it later. Who wants to be normal anyway? How boring. Tyler could tell from the groaning and the way his massive dick was twitching that Jake was awake and seemingly very pleased by the wading pool of cum that had been prepared for him during his nap. Tyler also judged from the way that he could see Jake’s hands rubbing the tops of his nuts that Jake was also extra pleased with his now supermassive endowment. Sam was still passed out like a rock. Tyler figured this was not too surprising, since he had had at least three rounds of mind blowing sex in less than four hours. He was probably long since surpassed the limits of his stamina.   A devious grin crept onto Tyler’s lips as an idea popped into his head. He knew what he wanted to do next, but he was going to need Jake’s help to pull it off. 

Chapter 6 - Intervention

First up, there's a poll attached to this chapter!  Please go vote in it after reading the chapter first.  Second, I understand one of the tags for this chapter isn't going to be everybody's cup of tea, and while I would love if everyone read it anyways, I can't seriously expect for people to read something they don't wanna. That said, even if you don't read the chapter, it would be super awesome if you still went and voted in the poll I set up (POLL CLOSED). What could it be for? It's a myyysteeeryyyyy! But it's probably pretty easy to figure out, and will be downright obvious by the chapter's end. Enjoy! (i hope) Tags: [Futa/F] [Rape] [Reluctant] [Pain] [Rough] [Mind Control] [Corruption] [Exhibitionism] [Bondage] [Watersports] _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ "Damn... Damn them..." LeBlanc heaved. She'd ran as far and as fast as she could, but at last her legs failed her. She fell to her knees and slumped forward, bracing herself against the ground with her fists. Arms and legs both trembled from exhaustion, and sweat was beading down her face, dripping from her brow and her nose. Standing next to her, her clone turned and leaned its back to a tree, basking in the shade. Shutting her eyes, she was breathing just as hard. "Do... Do you think... We lost them?" LeBlanc looked at her mirror image, a ragged look on her face. To maintain her illusions, the chains that bound Katarina, the enchanted phalluses that had since faded away, even to maintain her copy for so long... It had completely drained her mana reserves. She had nothing left. Running away had taken the last of her strength, bringing her to the brink of collapse. She never imagined anyone would have come looking for them. Hell, without her or Katarina around, she figured their opposition would just take the opportunity to push forward, to assault their base and take it easily through overwhelming force. Clearly, her enemies were just as worthless as her allies. Without even the energy to lift her head or glance backwards, LeBlanc stayed quiet a moment, catching her breath. "Yeah... Yeah, I think... They probably slowed down to deal with Katarina." She responded at last. If they really were still chasing them, then there was no way the mage would be able to outrun them. Not exhausted as she was. Not with the speed one of them could move. That angelic knight in the golden armour... If she was still pursuing her even now, LeBlanc had no hope of escape. Not as drained as she was. "Good..." Her double responded, gasping between words. "Just... Stay here a bit... And rest..." Almost as soon as she finished speaking, there was a loud thump from somewhere nearby. LeBlanc and her double both froze and looked at one another. Their eyes met, both exchanging a terrified glance. The ground rumbled. The very earth beneath them shook. A split second to react. Summoning the very last of her mana supplies to distort reality one more time, LeBlanc vanished in a blur. Her clone was not so lucky. Sharp, jagged spikes erupted from the ground. Great stalagmites that lanced upwards to become a sea of spears. They impaled the illusory LeBlanc a half dozen ways, striking with so much force that she was launched into the air. Fractures spread throughout her body, spreading outwards from wherever she was stabbed, like cracks spider-webbing through glass. In the air, she looked to all the world like a fragile doll, falling limply back down to earth. Her porcelain skin shattered on impact, her body vanishing in an explosion of magic. What fragments remained soon vanished into the ether. Kneeling just beyond the circle of earthen spears, the real LeBlanc watched in horror, as if gazing into a mirror that reflected her own demise. She didn't have long to watch before the threat became all too real for her as well. Massive talons suddenly closed around her from behind, squeezing tightly around her body. Effortlessly lifting her into the air, she felt like a small toy in the hands of a child. Her mystery assailant soon brought her up to greet her, face to face. "Ah, funny isn't it, how your best friend can just blow up like that?" Cho'Gath's horrifying visage was the sight that greeted her. Clutched in his powerful grip, the weakened mage struggled, kicking her legs fruitlessly. "Ch-Cho'Gath! Ah, wh-where have you been?" LeBlanc stammered, a nervous smile spreading across her face. "I do hope those wolves didn't cause you too much trouble." The beast let out a hearty laugh, his foul breath washing over LeBlanc. She cringed and wrinkled her nose disdainfully, nearly suffocating on the foul stench of gore that wafted from his maw. "No no, no trouble at all! I dare say they made for quite a delightful meal. In fact, I've partaken in quite a few delicious feasts recently. I'm afraid I may need to find a new petticoat soon." Indeed, the insectoid fiend's gorging was showing itself. Since last she saw him, the creature had grown massively in size, and he had already been quite large to begin with. His clothing, already tearing at the seams, was now shredded all over, looking more like rags than the fancy tuxedo it had once resembled. His sleeves were just hanging off of his arms, while the leggings were torn off entirely below the knees. He was now so big that... Well, he could hold her betwixt his fingers like a doll. "I must say though, abandoning me to fend for myself like that was quite rude. Quite rude indeed. Very unbecoming of a lady like yourself, LeBlanc." The mage did her best to mask her fear, but could not hide the terror in her eyes as she gazed at those massive jaws. The enormous fangs that lined them were each almost as big as she was, and she could spot all manner of remains stuck between them like bits of food. Patches of blood-stained fur, chunks of flesh and bone, and what looked like... Pieces of scrap metal? "Cho'Gath, I can explain. See this was all just a misunderstanding and-" "No need, no need, my dear. I understand. We all have our ulterior motives afterall." Cho'Gath let out another bellowing laugh. "Some of us are here for glory, some of us are here to scheme... Why, some are even here to abuse and take advantage of defenseless women! Why, can you just imagine the nerve? Such uncouth fiends..." "Y-yes, very... Very heinous acts." LeBlanc seemed to stumble over her words, still trying to feign a grin. "Myself? Well, I'm just on the hunt for a good meal. You'd be amazed how tasty some of our foes can be." Cho'Gath said, picking a piece of steel out from between his teeth with a pinky talon. "Some of them are quite powerful however. The cheeky devils, they've been off gathering gold and acquiring some rather dangerous equipment. I'm afraid I may not be able to devour them in my current state." LeBlanc's smirk became more sincere, sensing an opportunity. "Yes... Yes! Not as you are, but... Together, we'd be able to take them." Cho'Gath looked pensive for a moment, his hold on LeBlanc's midsection staying strong. "Hmm, perhaps you're right my dear. With your strength added to my own, why I'm certain I'd be strong enough to take on anyone." The monster gazed at the mage, a hungry look in his eyes that she wasn't quite happy with. Instead of putting her down, he just lifted her up higher, letting her feet dangle above his powerful jaws. "Ch-Cho'Gath, wh-what're you doing?" She stammered, kicking harder. Her hands grasped at his talons, trying to pry them off. "Why, just what you suggested my dear. I need to eat to gain strength you know." The fiend snapped his jaws, his teeth dangerously close to LeBlanc's feet. "And my, you are quite the scrumptious looking morsel." Frantically, LeBlanc shook her head and flailed. "Th-this isn't what I meant! P-put me down Cho! Put me down!" "Come now LeBlanc, stop your blubbering. Silence yourself, before you bring our enemies upon us." Cho'Gath scowled, his features twisting to become even more heinous. "This is how we're going to win this little competition... And you do want to win, don't you LeBlanc?" His voice, once so jovial, had become distinctly darker in tone, almost accusatory. Tears were streaming down LeBlanc's face, no longer able to mask the sheer terror she felt, staring into that gaping maw, the razor sharp teeth, that hideous, undulating tongue... "No, no no no, I don't want to win! I want to live! Put me down!" She shrieked, her pupils shrinking even as her eyes widened. Cho'Gath let out a great, bellowing laugh, holding his side with his free claw. "Haha! A marvelous jest! You really are quite the cad, my dear. But, I really must ask now that you BE QUIET!" The sudden, mighty roar that the creature loosed was so powerful that the wind from it blew the sorceress's hair back. The noise was so deafening that she was forced to clutch at her ringing ears. She tried to shriek in pain and horror, only to find that the roar drowned out any sound that she made. No, it didn't drown it out, not quite... She tried to speak, to cry, to scream, but there was no sound at all. It was as if Cho'Gath had ripped the very air from her lungs. "There now, much better, wouldn't you agree?" He asked, flashing her a grin, a toothy, terrifying smirk that emphasized his giant fangs. "Bon appetit, my dear." LeBlanc could only stare, jaw agape in horror, silently screaming in impotent rage. He held her aloft, dangling her over his open maw. His grip loosened as he tilted his head back and she fell, flailing all the way towards those gnashing, monstrous teeth. A splash of blood. A spatter of gore. And that was it. In the blink of an eye, the mage was gone. No disappearing magic trick this time, simply the ravenous hunger of a beast. Cho'Gath's body rippled, his exposed musculature bulging as his mass expanded. The sound of fabric tearing signalled the end of his gentleman's attire, his pants and coat both exploding off of him, bursting at the seams. He wiped his chin with the back of one tattered sleeve, smearing blood and drool across it, before casting the shredded remains away. All that remained was his top hat and monocle, both so tiny in comparison to his grotesque head that they looked positively comical. Patting his fed tummy, the void terror felt it rumble anew. Like a fire that ever burned inside him, it hungered for more. An insatiable, all consuming need to devour, to feast upon all he beheld. There was something more that stoked his ravenous appetite however. Something faint he had tasted upon his newest meal. Like a delicious seasoning LeBlanc had acquired from something... Or someone. He had to know what it was, to find more of that appetizing creature... And feast upon it as well. Cho'Gath adjusted his hat upon his crown, stretching the scythe-like appendages on his back. Turning in the direction LeBlanc had come from, he marched on. The next course awaited him. *************************************************** "Well, this is a surprise. It would seem someone has left us a present." The figure speaking bent over to take a closer look at the bound, hapless girl. It took Katarina's eyes a moment to adjust to the shifting light, the sun feeling momentarily brighter after the darkness that had engulfed her moments ago. Her 'rescuer's' face soon came into view, and the assassin despaired at the sight. The first, most noticeable thing were her eyes. A blank and featureless white, devoid of pupils, they were unnerving to behold, as they seemed to stare at her without truly seeing. Her face was sharp and angular, with unnaturally long and pointed ears. Skin so pale that it made LeBlanc looked colourful and vibrant in comparison gave the woman the eerie palor of death. Long, dark violet hair flowed down her back, with long bangs that obscured part of the left side of her face, while a streak of violet ran down her skin on the right side from her eye to her chin. The woman cupped Katarina's chin in one bony, thin hand, making the girl scowl. She'd recognize that face anywhere. Morgana, the Fallen Angel. There were few who wouldn't recognize the pallid woman. One of the longest serving champions of the League, she was well-known, and feared, throughout all of Valoran. Not many knew the full details of where she came from. Only the highest ranking summoners seemed to know the full story. Noxian spies and infiltrators had managed to gather some of that information of behalf of High Command however. It was said that the League had summoned her from another world entirely, where angels warred with one another, though she was unlike any angel Katarina could have ever imagined. She had a penchant for cruelty, and the majestic, feathered wings her kind were known for had grown withered and rotten, the feathers black with decay. It was unlikely they were still strong enough to allow her to fly. Rumours abounded that the League had promised her the power to turn the tide of war on her world, tilting it in her favour in exchange for her services as a combatant on Summoner's Rift. If true, one had to wonder if it was the League's magic that had left her in her current shape, or if it was the result of dark bargains made with other powers. She was thin and wiry, almost emaciated... Save for her rather generous bustline. She wore little to conceal her fragile-looking frame. A simple, dark bra that barely contained her bosom, the barest hint of modesty. The remains of what once may have been a beautiful dress shrouded her legs from the waist down, though now they looked like little more than tattered, discoloured rags. "How courteous, she's even gift-wrapped and everything." Morgana chuckled haughtily. The dark angel gave Katarina a swift kick, rolling her onto her side and planting a bare foot on top of her. The assassin cringed, catching a glance at her toes, her nails gnarled and unkempt. Damn that LeBlanc, she cursed the mage in her head, if she hadn't left her chained and bound... A golden gleam just out of the corner of her eye caught her gaze. A jagged pair of metal blades. The same pair she'd ripped from Orianna's clockwork skirt. They were still sitting right where she'd dropped them. Oh how she'd kill to get her hands on those right now. She'd kill with them too. As if in response to her silent plea, her bonds suddenly shimmered and faded, vanishing into thin air. Whatever magic had conjured them was gone now, and Katarina had no time to contemplate what that meant. Morgana gaped in surprise, and Katarina didn't waste a second to take advantage. Throwing her weight to the side, she rolled out from under the angel's foot, knocking her off balance. She sprung to her feet, stumbling and falling right back over. Her damned legs were asleep from being bound so long, and her arms weren't much better. Her skin was still indented with marks from the chains. Not waiting for circulation to return, she flailed her arms forward, crawling through the dirt, fingers outstretched... If she could just grasp the hilt... As fast as her hopes had gathered, they were dashed away, crushed beneath a heavy, golden boot. It came stomping down atop the makeshift dagger, just an inch shy of Katarina's fingertips. She stared, mouth agape, just watching the heel grinding the weapon into the dirt, until the blade snapped underfoot. Hesitantly, Katarina turned her head up to meet the second figure. Where Morgana seemed to conflict with the idea of how an angel should look, Kayle, otherwise known as the Judicator matched the stereotype perfectly. Standing tall and proud in shining armour, she looked every bit the divine warrior one expected of such a creature. Not a single inch of skin was visible beneath the bulky armour she wore, forged in opulent, immaculate gold and decorated with a brilliant red trim. Unknown symbols the same crimson hue were etched into her shoulders. Even the angel's face was completely masked beneath a golden helm, her slender, T-shaped visor too narrow and dark to give any hint of her expression within. A ruby inlaid into the forehead and tufts of fiery hair sprouting from the crown, not quite as vibrant as Katarina's own, furthered the red and gold colour scheme. Only her wings went uncovered, revealing her divine heritage with snow-white feathers that were ruffled by the breeze. A scarlet sash flowed down her loins, the decorative fabric flapping lightly in the wind, with more still wrapped around her thighs and upper arms. She was a powerful, intimidating figure. Completely hidden within the armour as she was, it wasn't unusual for her to be at first mistaken for a man. Those that made that mistake were fast corrected however, often at the tip of her sword. With both hands she grasped it, a mighty broadswoard, etched with magical runes of an alien nature. Just like her armour, the pommel was lined with gold and ruby, but the weapon's most unusual feature was the tip. Where normally one would expect a blade to narrow towards the end, hers grew wider instead, adding extra weight at the end that allowed her to bring the weapon down with more crushing force. One final, massive crimson gem was inset into the center of the widened, rhombus shaped end of the sword, gleaming just a little bit brighter than the rest. Now that very same sword was poised above Katarina's head, threatening to come down and end her life. "Kayle, wait!" The armoured angel paused her strike, turning her attention towards the dark one shuffling towards them. "There's no need to be so hasty. Look at her, unarmed and helpless... We could have some fun with this." Katarina did not like the way Morgana was smirking at her one bit. Kayle turned her gaze upon Kat again, making the assassin wish so dearly she could glimpse her face, to get an idea what thoughts were going through her mind. Was she as terrible as the rest? When Kayle spoke, her voice was deep and strong, as befitted an angel of her stature. "You would risk letting her escape? I will not allow our victory to be jeopardized so!" She hefted her sword up again, and for a brief moment, Katarina didn't know whether to be terrified, or relieved. She had already experienced so much worse than death today. "Damnit sister, put that away!" Morgana hissed, stepping forward to interrupt her. "Just look at her! Somehow, I don't think she's going to be much of a threat." Again Kayle paused, this time levelling her sword at Morgana with a fiery glare Kat could sense even without seeing her face. "Do not dare call me that! You surrendered that right long ago." The two of them stood silently, staring each other down, and for a moment, Katarina wondered if they might start fighting each other. Though they were of the same world, of the same blood even, the two angels were not of the same side. Not in the war that engulfed their home. At least, not if her informants were to be believed. In fact, where Morgana had indentured herself for the power to turn the tide in her favour, Kayle had bargained her service to have some of that power stripped away. A millennium of service to have the League cease interference in her world, returning the conflict to a stalemate. Two beings who hated one another with such intensity they'd willingly enslave themselves just for an edge over the other. Sibling rivalry at its finest. What a farce it was, while the League reaped the benefits of their combined strength added to its roster. And once they joined the League of Legends as champions, they had no say in how they were selected to fulfill their duties. The irony was, despite their well-known enmity, the two could, and clearly did, end up forced to fight alongside one another. The fury the both of them had for each other was only stoked higher in such circumstances. No doubt it created such a delightful drama for the masses who relied upon the League for their entertainment, fuelling its growth. Katarina couldn't help but to admire the organization's self-interested scheming at times. "Oh, how foolish of me to have forgotten!" Morgana held a hand to her brow and another to her heart, as though Kayle had just wounded her. "How quickly the agents of 'justice' will turn against their own, casting out those who dare to have a differing thought." The fallen angel practically spat when speaking the word 'justice'. Morgana curled her knuckles, baring her sharp nails, and Katarina's hopes rose. If they fought, it would be so easy to escape... "Will you raise arms against me here too? Turn on your own ally? I wonder how the League will take your defiance of their wishes. Perhaps they will see you as the tyrant I always have, and renounce your arrangement..." Morgana grinned wickedly. Kayle's resolve faltered, just slightly. Her sword arm shook, the weapon lowering... Katarina took the opportunity the moment it was presented. Her circulation restored while the two sisters argued her fate, she leapt to her feet and ran. As fast as her legs would carry her, she fled, hoping the element of surprise would see her escape. "Stay where you are!" Both angels shouted in unison. Without hesitation, they moved as one. Kayle swung her blade in a wide arc, a crimson orb of energy lancing out from the large ruby at the tip. At the same time, Morgana threw out her hand, loosing a matching ball of dark violet from her palm. The scarlet sphere struck first, and instantly it felt as though Katarina's bloodflow had been cut off again. She staggered forward, her legs feeling weakened and numb, the magic coursing through her and slowing her down. Slowed as she was, the dark energy easily struck her as well, engulfing her once more in a black prison. "No! No!" She screamed, slamming her shoulder into the barrier of black light, trying to break through, but the binding magic held strong. It refused to yield, holding her in place and preventing even another step. Morgana chuckled darkly, slowly making her way to their captive. "Besides, she's clearly not going anywhere." Standing at the edge of the barrier, she effortlessly reached her hand straight through the black curtain, grabbing hold of Katarina's scarlet tresses . No longer needed, the fallen angel allowed her dark binding to dissipate, freeing the captive girl to be drug by her hair and tossed to the ground. The other angel watched, but did not intervene. Her sword still at the ready, she stared in silence as her sister roughly manhandled their opponent. "Ha, look at these!" Crouching down, Morgana reached around Katarina's back to grab at her breasts. Lifting her upper body, she aimed the nude woman's chest at her sibling, openly fondling her bosom in front of her. "Amazing, isn't it, how big these humans can grow them? How do they do it? Do you think they're compensating for how short-lived they are?" Kayle remained silent, refusing to be baited by her sister's attempt to provoke a reaction. Turning her head, she refused to even dignify her sibling a glance, choosing to instead stare off into the distance. Narrowing her eyes, Morgana curled her lip in a sneer. She would not be ignored. Pinching Katarina's nipples between long nails, she pulled back on her chest, forcing the girl to arch her back. She listened to her captive's cries, squeezing her breasts as tightly as possible, to feel the pillowy mounds squishing between her fingers, the bountiful mammaries easily spilling out beyond her palms. "Come on sister, take a peek. Listen to her scream. Isn't it delightful? You really should come over here and feel them for yourself. They're so soooooft..." Morgana bit her bottom lip, chewing it lightly while fondling Katarina's chest. A golden gauntlet clenched tightly into a fist, trembling with mounting rage. "I... I will not raise my sword to you. Not so long as the League deems us allies. But..." Kayle gave her sister one more cursory glance, snorting in derision. "I will not assist you in the torment of another! Not even the wicked deserve to suffer so..." Her piece said, she turned away. Her wings fluttered softly, scattering a few stray feathers. Morgana glowered, digging her nails more sharply into Katarina's flesh. "Funny, you've never had any qualms with MY suffering." Planting her sword in the dirt, Kayle stood perfectly motionless, staring in the opposite direction. She refused to play her sister's games. "I will stand watch for any who would come to save her, and nothing more." The angel said quietly, then fell silent. Morgana remained crouched, staring at her sibling's back for a long time. The world around her was quiet, as dead silent as the golden warrior before her. All except for this one shrill irritation. A high-pitched whining sound that was getting louder, and louder, until it was boring through her ear drums. "Oh!" She turned her attention downwards, where she was crushing Kat's heavy chestpillows in her grasp. Of course, the girl was screaming at her to stop. Durr. Morgana released the soft mounds of flesh, leaving Katarina to gasp in relief. Long red marks were left along the sides of her breasts from her nails. The assassin fell forward, rubbing her bosom softly and moaning in pain. "Well, it seems my sister-" Morgana emphasized that word, making sure to speak it loud enough that Kayle would hear. "-does not wish to partake. But that's alright, I'm certain we can have some fun on our own." Morgana smiled again and reached a hand down into her rags, rubbing back and forth along something underneath. "I have something to share with you, girl. I think you'll be most surprised. You see, we angels aren't like you humans, we all have-" Katarina scowled, pushing herself up. Not the slightest bit intimidated by whatever 'surprise' Morgana had in store, she just rolled her eyes dismissively. "You all have dicks." Morgana paused, expression turning to shock as her shredded clothing fell away. Katarina showed not an ounce of surprise or apprehension to see the fallen angel standing there, her long, flaccid cock dangling between her frail looking legs. "W-wa-wait, how did you know?!" Morgana seemed absolutely flabbergasted. She'd never revealed this trait to anyone before, yet Katarina looked as though she'd been expecting it. "Kayle! Did you-?" She glanced at her sister, who broke her stoic posture to meet her gaze, just as surprised as Morgana was. They shared a look, then she just shrugged and turned away again. The dark one crossed her arms over her chest. "Hmph, well, yes, we're all androgynous." The enthusiasm she'd had seconds ago evaporated, so disappointed with the reveal. Katarina couldn't help but laugh. After everyone else she'd bumped into, she wouldn't have been surprised unless the angels weren't packing meat between their legs. Not that she was happy about being correct. "Well, since you're such a knowledgeable young woman, I'm certain you can tell what I'm planning to do with it." Morgana sneered. Grabbing her captive's scalp, crooked fingers running through her hair, she dragged her face towards her crotch. The overwhelming smell struck Kat in the face as she neared. Her nose wrinkled, nostrils flaring at the pungent scent of sweat and grime. By this point she was certainly no spring rose herself, but she was still taken aback by the potency of Morgana's musk. Her eyes watered a bit, staring upwards with disgust. The fallen angel sneered and smacked her cheek with her soft dong, the spongy tip making a little thwack. "Been a long time since I've had a good slut clean my cock, so why don't you open wide and get to work?" Katarina's eyes glared defiantly, her fingers curling and digging into her palms. "I'd sooner bite it off." The fallen angel grinned at Katarina's reaction, almost... Happy? She stooped down, kneeling next to Kat so they were eye level with one another. Staring into those angry, rebellious eyes of hers, Morgana brushed her fingers along the woman's cheek, thumb stroking her scar. Her smile was so sincere looking it was unnerving. Without warning, Morgana pulled hard on Katarina's hair, forcing her head back. The angel's hand drifted down from her face, caressing her throat while the girl screamed in pain, feeling the reverberations through her fingertips. "Hmhmhmm, I have another surprise for you. Tell me if you see this one coming too." Morgana chuckled, letting her hand roam down still, fingers lightly tracing Katarina's collarbone, pulling her head back so far with the other one that she was forced to arch her spine. Her digits danced their way across her bare skin, below her breasts and hovering over her ribcage. The angel's fingertips suddenly glowed with a dark, violet light, before sinking into Katarina's flesh. Katarina shrieked in unexpected agony. There was no blood, no visible punctures in her skin, and yet she felt the white hot burn stabbing her right in the chest. And then Morgana pulled her hand back out, and the burn was replaced with an icy chill and a strange sensation of emptiness inside. It felt as if something had been ripped out of her. Perhaps that feeling was true. In Morgana's hand she held one end of a pinkish-purple tendril of energy, tethered to the spot where she'd pierced the girl. Kat clutched at her ribs, gasping for air and glowering fiercely. How she longed to wrap the string of magic around the angel's throat and strangle her with it... "My, what a violent soul you have Katarina..." Morgana grinned, fondling her end of the chain. "I wouldn't recommend that line of thought." Katarina looked puzzled, she hadn't said that aloud had she? She'd only thought it... Morgana squeezed the energy chain, wrapping it around her hand and pulling it taut. The assassin screamed in fresh pain and lurched forward. It felt as though her very being was being squeezed, crushed, and ripped apart. "Now, about that cock cleaning..." Morgana sneered. Sitting back, she rested atop her discarded rags, and used the tether like a leash to pull Katarina closer with one hand, patting her thigh with the other. "You should probably get to work on that." Crawling forth on shaky hands and knees, Katarina's eyes burned with hatred. If looks could kill, she'd be committing violent murder right now. Morgana didn't even seem to be watching her though, gazing right past to her stoic sibling. Was she expecting Kayle to intervene? Kat glanced that way herself, but the other angel hadn't even budged. Another sharp tug brought her attention back to the fore. Morgana clutched the tether tight, fingering it threateningly. Katarina knew what she was waiting for, and could guess what was in store if she didn't co-operate. Bitterly, she crawled closer, her eyes falling to the angel's limp pole. It looked human enough, though it shared Morgana's deathly paleness. The head was a tad darker, round and plum-coloured, and half-shrouded by a hood of foreskin. Katarina wrinkled her nose distastefully. Sparing Morgana's sneering visage one last disdainful look, she lowered her head to the angel's crotch. Her fingers wrapping around the shaft, she gave it a gentle squeeze. Lightly stroking the length of it, the meaty tube pulsated against her palm, throbbing in time to the woman's black heart. Thumb gingerly rubbed the crown, teasing the sensitive tip. Pressing more firmly against the loose skin encircling it, she slowly peeled the hood back to expose the bulbous head. Judging from the purr that rumbled in her throat, Katarina took it the angel was enjoying the gentle ministrations to her cock. Still, she soon felt a hand on the back of her head, guiding her down to greet it up close. Angry eyes rolled upwards to glimpse her tormentor's face, but again she wasn't watching. Morgana seemed singularly focused on her sister, narrow eyes staring at her back, looking for any movement. So close to the source, the powerful musky scent was intensified. It tickled the assassin's nostrils, renewing her disgust for the creature. Slowly, her shaft swelled in her grasp, growing longer as it hardened. The foreskin began to peel back, exposing more of the crown, while the veins lining the shaft became more pronounced. Contrasting sharply with the sickly pale skin, they were solid black, the blood that flowed through them tainted the colour of tar. Still semi-soft, the extra weight and length lilted to the side when her hand reached the base, jerking the angel off. Another tug on the leash made it clear she was looking for more than just a handjob though. Katarina gave her lips a lick to moisten them. Guiding the crown to them, she gave it a small kiss, dampening the glans. Her fingers traced lower down the pole, circling the base, a small bush of unkempt violet hairs having formed around it. She always pictured an angel as being a clean, hygienic creature, but Morgana seemed insistent on breaking every stereotype. "Does it look like I have nothing better to do than make myself presentable to you?" Katarina was jolted alert, finding herself suddenly the rapt focus target of Morgana's attention. "I have higher priorities than managing my upkeep to the prissy standards of a worthless whore like yourself." The fallen angel talked down to her, and for a moment Katarina didn't know what she was talking about. Unless she was responding to... Was she reading her thoughts? "Hmph, oh yes, I can read your mind," Morgana smiled evilly. "Your desires, your hopes, your dreams, your fears..." She stroked the energy chain between your fingers. Giving it another squeeze, Katarina cried out in pain once again. "I can read your very soul! And so much more." She gestured downwards, where her cock stood semi-erect, waiting for her to continue. "So don't think you can hide what you are from me." "And just what am I?" Katarina rasped, her jaw clenched. Morgana sneered and pushed down on her head. Her blunt cocktip pressed against her lips, and to Katarina's surprise, she found them willingly parting to take it into her mouth. The spongy glans came to rest on her tongue, giving her a good taste, marinated in sweat and old dry cum. It throbbed against the slimy appendage, swelling in her maw. She could feel the blood pumping through it, the semi-flaccid length fattening in the warmth and dampness of her mouth, getting harder, thicker. The taste made her want to retch, and yet she didn't recoil from it. She slipped her tongue under the hood of loose, floppy skin, teasing the sensitive, bundled nerves hidden just underneath. Peeling it back with just her tongue, she found where the musky flavour was at its most potent, soaking it with her spit. Pressure on the back of her head forced her down further, taking more of the fallen angel's shaft down her gullet. Like Morgana herself, her pole was thin, at least compared to the ones she'd already endured, but it was long. She felt it prodding the back of her throat in no time, and yet it seemed like she was only halfway there. Her staff having grown quite rigid, jutting straight up from between her thighs, erect and eager. Two stray rivers of spit were cascading down the length of it, Katarina's mouth watering. She felt disgusted with herself, caving in to yet another rapist, and yet she couldn't seem to stop herself. Even though she tried, her head continued to bob with only the lightest guidance from Morgana. Her tongue swirled and slathered the tip with spit, tilting her head so it pressed against her inner cheek, pushing it out. "You? You're just a filthy gutterwhore. A cockgargling sluuut!" Her dark assailant moaned, pushing her length further down Katarina's throat, delighting in the slick, wet tunnel. The girl wanted to protest, and instead she swallowed her cock deeper. She took it with ease, barely even gagging at all thanks to all the practice she'd had earlier. Her tongue lashed against the underside, slapping it wetly. Morgana didn't even need to put any pressure on her skull, simply stroking her hair and maintaining just enough of a hold not to let her stop. Beyond that she allowed Katarina to go at her own pace. 'Why? Why am I doing this?' Katarina thought to herself. She slurped a bit of stray drool, sucking in air tainted with Morgana's fragrance. Surely she'd had enough fill of cocks to last herself a lifetime by now. At least with everyone prior, she could say she was being forced against her will. What was her excuse now? Certainly she wasn't exactly free at the moment, but her own enthusiasm for the task at hand terrified her. Katarina cupped Morgana's plump testicles in her palm, giving them a tender squeeze. She could feel the weight of them in her grasp, hanging low and swollen with seed. Her other hand held tight around the base of her shaft, forming a ring with her fingers and pumping up and down, masturbating whatever she couldn't stuff down her throat. The enthusiasm with which she slurped and suckled from the fallen angel's rod only compounded her revolted, self-loathing thoughts. She wasn't really... Enjoying this? Was she? This heady scent of musk, the salty tang of dick sweat, she told herself that she was hating every second of this. Why couldn't she stop? "Mnnn, see now? This is your true nature." Morgana practically purred with pleasure. Occasionally rolling her hips, she was otherwise content to let Katarina swallow her staff on her own. Idly stroking that strange string of dark energy, she turned her gaze once again upon her sibling. Still standing off by herself, so aloof and rigidly determined to ignore the scene playing out behind her... Kayle infuriated her fallen sister. Morgana wanted her to watch, to see her utterly defile this woman, to witness the blissful looks on both their faces as her corrupting influence took hold. Kayle was so stubbornly rigid in her beliefs, so uncompromising... Breaking Katarina was trivially easy, it was her sister Morgana longed to corrupt. To tempt her with desires of the flesh, taint her with doubts, and reveal to her all the joys of the life she rejected without consideration. It infuriated Morgana that she could disregard the obscene display so easily, that she wouldn't even watch! Still... Even if she couldn't be coaxed into a bit of voyeurism, there was no way she could ignore the audio. Morgana smiled that wicked grin again, caressing the rope of energy. Katarina grew louder in response and slipped the cock from her mouth. She smacked her lips against the side of it, slurping up her own rivulets of drool and flicking her tongue along the underside of the crown. Gasps and moans escaped her, yet she couldn't seem to find her voice. The assassin wanted to curse Morgana out, to protest, to do anything to rebel, but her tongue just stumbled over itself, mumbling a few garbled syllables between noisy laps at Morgana's pole. Her hand slid higher up that pallid rod, schlicking loudly thanks to all the spit lubricating it. Without any prompting from Morgana, Katarina dipped her head lower, planting her moist lips against one of her large balls. She kissed each one, spreading her saliva around them, her tongue peeking out to get a taste of the salty spheres. Pursing her lips, Kat even went so far as to suck the nutsweat from the coarse hairs that carpeted them. This was so wrong... This wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to grab the angel by the balls and crush them in her grip, not worship them! And every gasp, every moan, every lewd, wet slurp, everything seemed so loud as though she was deliberately being as noisy as possible. But she wasn't! She was trying to be quiet! She would never want to advertise this shameful behaviour. Morgana lifted the slutty woman's head, wasting no time in impaling her throat back down on her dick. Katarina's sputtering gags were added to the lewd cacophony, having little time to adjust to her face being stuffed again. Still, she didn't seem to mind, moaning around it, her tongue vibrating against the side. The fallen angel was panting, her wings fluttering excitedly. This girl certainly had some dick sucking experience. She was putting on quite the show, devoting lavish attention to Morgana's sack and bathing her pole til it shone with spit. Still, it was Kayle who held Morgana's rapt attention, and who would give her none of it. Morgana squeezed the magical tether again, clinging tightly to the enchanted shackles. As if on cue, Katarina threw her head back and gasped for air, shouting out exactly what the angel wanted to hear. "Fuck me! Please! Shove this cock inside me and ravage my slutty pussy!" Katarina's words shocked herself. To have fallen so low, unable to even control her lusts anymore, begging for the dick of her enemy. She made herself sick... There was a flicker of motion, the slightest twitch of Kayle's wings. For a brief moment, Morgana hoped she might have finally gotten a reaction... The golden angel stretched out her majestic, feathery wings, flapping them twice. Then she simply folded them over her back, and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Just keeping her muscles from falling asleep. No other movement. No sound. No turning to decry Morgana's actions, and certainly no move to join in. Morgana screamed in frustration, throwing both hands behind her head and tearing at her hair. Damn her! Damn her stoicism and damn her shitty sense of 'morals'. She glanced down at the woman who was so eager for her cock and it took all of self-control not to rip the tether from her chest, to tear the soul right out of her. An idea crossed her mind before she could act upon such a lethal thought however. She would MAKE Kayle watch them, whether she chose to or not. Ignoring Katarina's pleas for sex, Morgana turned away from her, reaching into the folds of her discarded clothing. These rags were rather spacious inside, holding all of the tools she'd brought for battle. Included in her equipment were a trio of magical artifacts no competent champion ventured onto Summoner's Rift without. Unfolding the tattered fabric, Morgana removed a simple looking rod. Spiked on one end to better implant it into the ground, the other end was decorated with an unusually large jewel. Coloured a bright, fluorescent green, a light shimmered and swirled within. A pair of wing shaped blades jutted out to either side, though they were not meant for combat. Katarina recognized the artifact immediately. A sight ward. The same kind that had given her little tryst with Cassiopeia away before and brought Tristana down upon them. Though Katarina was hardly hidden at the moment, and Kayle was already on the lookout... What was Morgana planning to do with it? Unfurling her rags a bit more, the fallen angel removed a second ward, then a third. One by one, she planted them in the dirt, forming a semi-circle around her. Each one was tilted on a slight angle, so that the vision they granted was focused towards the center of the semi-circle, at Morgana herself, rather than the 360 degree view they would normally grant. These arcane creations were attuned to the mental wavelengths of each combatant upon the Rift, though different wavelengths were designated for each faction, so that one side could not utilize the wards the other side placed. Once activated, the wing-like extensions functioned like magical antennae, broadcasting every image the gem picked up to all champions that shared the assigned wavelength, allowing them to see what the ward saw. Or, one could say, forcing them to see what it saw. For the images were sent telepathically straight into each combatant's mind, and not even shutting one's eyes could block them out. A smug, self-satisfied grin upon her face, Morgana laid back upon her tattered, shredded clothing once more. Propping herself up on one elbow, she beckoned Katarina closer. The angel's pole stood straight into the air, an erect fleshy pillar demanding attention. "Well? You want my cock, come and get it." She tugged lightly on the soul shackles as she spoke. This was where Katarina drew the line. She would not, would never ride this demon's filthy prick. She'd sooner die than put on a perverted show for the creature's teammates. And yet her body moved closer, acting of its own volition. Katarina tried to scream, but again her tongue refused to obey, confining her shrieks to her mind. What was going on?! Climbing overtop the angel, Katarina straddled her thighs. One hand lightly caressed that lengthy pole, pressing it against her mons, stroking it against her bare skin. Her hips bucked, grinding the shaft against her slit, a small trickle of her juices adding to the spit coating it. Morgana smirked at the goofy, delirious grin on Katarina's face as she rose up, aligning Morgana's length with her opening. Entirely of her own volition, of course. She was really a slut at heart, she just needed a little... encouragement. Morgana clutched that bundle of energy tightly in her palm. Certainly once she saw how willing the girl was, Kayle wouldn't be able to resist. It wasn't rape so long as she was into it, and her body was very eager... Even if her mind wasn't in agreement. The fallen angel's crown kissed Katarina's labia, teasing her folds apart. The scarlet-haired assassin made sure to go slowly, ostensibly for her own sake, though it felt more for the purposes of putting on a show. Her thighs were spread, her hips upraised to give as good a view as possible to the sight wards. As her fingers guided the length inside of her, the shot was captured from multiple angles, the vision sent not just to Kayle, but all of the angel's allies. A comforting mental image to those who were immobilized or recovering from injury. Her sex quivering, Katarina moaned uncontrollably. Even her muscles seemed to clench and tighten against her will, squeezing harder than she would have thought possible after being so ruined by LeBlanc. That towering meatpole slid easily inside, lubed by her spit and arousal, the tip reaching deeper into her core than those that had come before. Morgana was taken aback at just how easily she invaded the woman's quim. Even with her soul bound, she'd figured it would have been a tighter squeeze than this. She cackled loudly. This woman really was a whore! She felt the juices coating her shaft, the lust forced upon Katarina's body mixed with some of the leftovers from her last fuck. It all added together to make the most perverted squelch, the bright green wards transmitting sound as well as they did visuals. In the distance, Kayle continued her silent vigil, showing no hint of a reaction, save to grip her sword a little tighter. Like a rebellious teenager crying out for attention, Kayle's refusal to act only spurred Morgana to further desperation. She cupped both of Katarina's bountiful breasts in her hands and squeezed, the large mammaries overflowing in her greedy paws. Pulling on them harshly, she forced Kat to lean forward, guiding one of her swollen nipples to the alien creature's mouth. Her dark lips sealed around the nipple, suckling sharply from her teat. The girl cried out in bliss, dropping the rest of the way down onto her dick, stopping when it hit her cervix. It battered the entrance to her womb with still another two inches to go. Moaning softly, she placed her hands on Morgana's stomach for support and started to gyrate her hips. She ground their loins together, each motion sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. It was nice to have some level of control for a change, to set the pace and the angle to hit the spots that felt right to her... No, that wasn't right... She grit her teeth, lifting her ass and pushing it back. That wasn't what she was doing at all. The speed, the angle of her thrusts weren't for her pleasure, they were all to give the best view to those damned spying devices. Katarina felt like she was twisting her brain into knots trying to make sense of what was going on. Was she really doing this? She couldn't even tell anymore. There was certainly some degree of pleasure she couldn't deny... The sweet ecstasy that struck her whenever she bounced atop the angel's cock, the little pleasurable tingles in her breasts when she groped them so roughly. She would never have considered debasing herself like this before today, but after everything she'd been through, could her body have grown addicted to this treatment? Did she crave it now, even as she tried to deny it? But then... No! Even if she did want this, she was no exhibitionist. She'd never degrade herself like this for others to see. Her toned ass cheeks bounced in perfect view of the ward behind her, while another captured a close up view of her snatch being split apart and drilled, the angel thrusting her hips in time with Katarina's to bounce her a little bit higher. The third was focused on her breasts, jiggling in Morgana's grasp, a stiff nipple trapped between a thumb and forefinger. These were not her actions, this was not by her choice. Katarina's body rejected every command she issued it. Even her voice... "Ngh! More! More cock! Fuck me! Fill me with your cum! Aahn!" ...even her voice was betraying her! Those weren't her words, they weren't! Katarina screamed inside her mind, a prisoner in her own body. It bounced high, letting Morgana's cock slide free of her hole. Lifting her ass high, the woman's fingers reached between her legs, using two fingers to part her folds, showing off her insides to the voyeurs watching via the wards. Her ass shook and swayed to really give them a good look, before plunging back down onto Morgana's prick with a drawn-out, exaggerated moan. The fallen angel didn't even have to do any of the work. She just sat back and watched the show herself, savouring the warmth of Katarina's moist tunnel enveloping her prick and the eagerness with which she rode it. She devoted all the attention she cared to give to the assassin's bust, enjoying how soft and pliant her heavy mounds were, tasting sweat when she slurped from one of her teats. She only ever used her left hand though, the right at all times keeping a firm hold on that strange magical tether. Katarina's eyes were drawn to that ethereal rope, watching the way the angel squeezed and stroked it between her fingers. It was still attached to Kat's chest, disappearing into her skin just under her cleavage. What was it? As her thoughts turned to the shimmering strand of magic, Morgana seemed to grin, no doubt reading her mind. Come to think of it, it wasn't until she'd pulled that out of her that she demonstrated that ability... Morgana pulled the string taut, and Katarina arched her back, throwing her head back and howling. Pressing both palms to the angel's stomach, the assassin's pace increased, grinding and thrusting her body atop her fleshy spire, gasping for air as beads of sweat gathered all over her. Again, her thoughts were focused on that chain. What had Morgana said when she first grasped that thing? Something... Something about her soul? Gasping and panting, the redhead kept riding the angel's pole, gyrating her hips and bouncing her ass for the viewers. As if to reward her, Morgana gingerly stroked the magical cord, sending pleasant tingles through every nerve in Katarina's body. The pleasurable sensation emanated from the very core of her being, rippling through her body. Her soul! That's what the dark angel was holding! Through some dark, cursed magic, she had ripped the soul right out of her, using it to shackle her will, to control her body... That was the only explanation, it had to be. There was no way she could want this, desire it... need it... Heedless of her thoughts, Katarina's body carried on with its forced debauchery, a slave to the dark shemale's whims. Through her soul shackles, Morgana could read the woman's mind as easily as one read the pages of a book. The way she mentally twisted herself knots trying to differentiate what actions were her own versus which ones Morgana was forcing upon her, it brought such a smug, self-satisfied grin to the angel's face. She always found her victim's were more recipient to their bondage when she mixed in just enough of their own desires with hers. The exhibition was her own guilty pleasure, of course, so she could beam these filthy images right into her sister's mind, but Katarina was not so innocent as she liked to believe. The poor girl, she just wanted to be on top for a change. It was no wonder why. Morgana sifted through her soul, catching glimpses of all her wonderful sexual escapades throughout the day. It was such a pity she missed them all. She could just imagine how much fun could've been had if only she'd gotten to Katarina sooner. Such a shame that even riding on top, Katarina was still just somebody's bottom bitch. Morgana laughed to herself, a loud, haughty noise. Now it seemed her puppet was finally on to her act. "Usually they catch on so much quicker. Were you just that lost in the fantasy, you whore?" Katarina's soul burned with rage, yet her mouth couldn't give voice to it, enslaved to Morgana's whims. "Ahn! Ah! God! Yes, harder, deeper, more! Aah!" Her cries of bliss were shrill and sincere-sounding. To anyone who heard her, to everybody watching, her pleasure seemed genuine. Morgana grinned and gasped, willing her slave to tighten and clench, feeling her walls squeeze firmly around her pole. Her slick passage schlurped and squished lewdly. At this rate, the angel wasn't going to last much longer. Gasping and moaning from the wetness and warmth enveloping her dick, Katarina's gyrations bringing her closer to the brink. Releasing the woman's pliant chest-pillow, Morgana gave the girl's ass a slap to encourage her. Letting her head lilt to the side to peer behind her, she watched her booty jiggle... and caught a glimpse of her sister. Still silently, motionlessly taunting her with her abject refusal to acknowledge her actions. The rage that seethed and fumed inside was nearly enough to kill her erection. Fine then, if Kayle wasn't going to react, then it was time to end this silly game. Morgana twisted her hand, wrapping the ethereal chain tighter around her wrist and pulling on it, making Katarina scream. At the same time, she started to buck her hips, thrusting upwards to meet the assassin's hips, their pelvises slamming together hard. "You want it harder, slut? You want more? Tell me what you'd give to have me fill you up?" Unnoticed by Morgana, Kayle clenched her fist, her hand trembling. Her mind was assaulted at all times by visions from the wards, forced to watch Katarina's pussy being split open, her sister's cock driven into it again and again. "Anything! Everything! Pound my pussy, fill me up with your cum!" Though it was Katarina's voice that responded, the dark angel was speaking to herself, as she fed the redhead every word through the magical bond. She was forced to squeal in ecstasy while tilting her head back, face contorted into an exaggerated look of bliss. Her eyes rolled up into her skull and her jaw hung open, tongue limply hanging out and drooling. All the while, the girl shrieked and protested, the sounds audible only in her own mind, trapped within her own body. Kayle's fist began to shake more violently, and she twisted her head to the side. No matter what she did, she couldn't block the images from her head, couldn't mute the sounds of her sister's shameful acts. Oh why did she have to wear such hard, unyielding armour? It was becoming painfully tight in the crotch. "Mnnn..." Morgana moaned, a grin spreading across her dark lips. "Then I'll take everything that you have to give, everything that you are. If you want my cum that badly, then surrender your very soul to me..." The demand was merely a formality, it wasn't as though Katarina could say no, but the fallen angel did rather enjoy the theatricality of it all. If she was gonna put on a show, might as well go all out. "I'll bet that's what you want, to be my slutty little cumdump, fucked and raped until you wither away, a decrepit, worthless, worn out whore." Blunt cocktip battering at her womb forcefully, Katarina could feel the angel's preseminal fluid spilling out. It mixed with girlcum and gushed from her sopping wet netherlips, the sickly, corrupted goo turning the frothy mixture black. It burned her insides unnaturally, laced with the same dark magics that corroded the angel's own form. She wanted to scream for someone to help her, for rescue, but instead her treacherous voice begged for more. "Aaahn! God, yesss!" It hissed and moaned loudly, dramatically, the noise exagerating the pleasure she felt. "Fuck me fuck me fuck meee! Take my soul, use me, fuck me to death! I don't even care!" Kayle's hands clasped tightly around the pommel of her broadsword, squeezing the grip so tightly that her knuckles turned bone white. Her armour clanked and clattered as she started to shift, but Morgana was so distracted with corrupting Kat's soul that she didn't notice her turn towards them. "If you insist..." Morgana felt her balls tightening, her narrow prick swelling wider. Throwing her head back, she moaned deeply and slammed her lengthy cock as deep as it would go, 'til she felt the head pop right inside of Katarina's womb. At the same time, she pulled hard on her soul shackles, a bright purple light gathering around the base of it where it entered the girl's chest, her very soul being pulled loose. The fallen angel's dick throbbed and exploded, thick gouts of sickly, black cum spurting deep into the woman's womb in search of unfertilized eggs to corrupt. The darkened veins along Morgana's shaft became more pronounced, pulsating with tainted blood; her urethra swelling as thick wads of spunk rocketed through to splatter Katarina's insides. All the while, the violet light of her soul was travelling down the chain towards the fiendish creature's hand. In the blink of an eye, Kayle beat her white wings and raced towards the two. Blessed by divine speed and grace, her movements were so swift and sudden that neither woman, lost in the throes of orgasm, had any time to react. In what felt like an instant, the golden-clad angel was hovering next to the two, massive broadsword raised high. "That is ENOUGH!" She bellowed, righteous fury in her voice as she brought the weapon down. Enchanted with holy magic, it severed Morgana's soul shackles, cutting through them just before she could take possession of Katarina's soul. The violet light flashed and quickly vanished back into the assassin's core, freeing her from the fallen one's control. Their coitus interrupted, both women were left panting and gasping, sweat rolling down their bare skin. Morgana's eyes were wide and terrified, staring at the heavy blade, its downswing halted less than an inch before it would have slices through her thighs. Still buried in Katarina's snatch, her shaft fired off a few final weak spurts before quickly wilting, the mood slain by the threat of that enormous weapon. Weakened and exhausted, Katarina flailed and pushed herself back. She fell over as Morgana's disgusting pole slipped free of her quim, her black sludge following after in a sloppy, torrid mess. Chest heaving, she propped herself up on an elbow, staring eyes just as wide and startled as her rapist's. It was Morgana who spoke first, turning angrily to her sister and shouting. "Kayle...!" "Not another word!" Kayle quickly interrupted her. "I've abided your wanton debauchery long enough, and I will tolerate it no further! Enemy or not, I will not allow you to defile another being so!" The two sisters spent a long moment staring one another down, Morgana glaring into the darkness of her sibling's visor. Scowling fiercely, she stood up and gathered her dishevelled garments from the ground. "Fine then! Ruin my fun, just like you always do. Cling to your virtues and die a lonely, bitter death, never having truly experienced life." Turning away from the both of them, she adjusted the decrepit remains of her skirt, making herself as presentable as she cared to be and muttering under her breath. "Do what you will then. Kill her and get her out of our way, then come meet with me in the central road. We'll siege their Nexus and put an end to this charade." Her piece said, Morgana stormed away without sparing her sister even a cursory glance, leaving a trail of decaying, corrupted soil in her wake. Katarina watched her rapist leave, holding a hand just below her bosom. Her fingers felt around, but couldn't find any trace of the soul shackles, no residual magic or physical marks. She was free of Morgana's control, at last. Not that it would do her much good. The sound of shattering glass brought her attention to the other angel. The armoured warrior was weaving her way past each of Morgana's wards, shattering them one by one with a swing of her sword. Their vision granting jewels broken, the arcane constructs fell over, disabled and worthless. There would be no witnesses to what came next. Katarina gulped and climbed to her knees, mind racing. She could take solace that no sickening voyeurs would get to see this show, none would savour her demise... But still! It couldn't end like this! After everything that had transpired, all the pain, the humiliation and degradation she had suffered, all for nought. She would die here, useless... A drag on her entire team. Worse, LeBlanc's stupid machinations might actually come to fruition... Her hands gripped her knees, nails digging into her flesh. Behind her, she heard metal clacking. Something heavy thudding on the ground. The angel was coming closer. She could fight still! But she was disarmed, and not exactly trained in unarmed combat. She could run! No, considering how fast she'd already seen the angel move, there was no way she could outrun her. Kayle's footsteps were surprisingly light, nearly silent, for someone who wore such bulky armour, perhaps owing to the strength of her wings. Instead, it was the heavy sound of her laboured breathing which gave away her presence. Katarina turned her head, looking up at the towering, imposing figure standing behind her. The golden helmet had been removed, leaving Kayle's features exposed for the first time. Long blonde hair framed her angular face, a mix of strong features and femininity that gave her a somewhat androgynous appearance. Her fair skin possessed a healthy tanned complexion that contrast with the sickly palour her sister had had, and her eyes were a bright, piercing blue. Katarina quickly noticed it was more than just her helmet that had been stripped away however. Her massive, bulky breastplate lay discarded, as did her armoured greaves and gauntlets, the angelic figure standing bare before her. Where Morgana had been thin and wiry, Kayle's amazonian figure was anything but. Her biceps and thighs were well-toned, her muscles rippling when she flexed, and her washboard abs put most men Katarina had met to shame. As would be expected of someone who wore her own weight in armour everywhere she went, she supposed. What would have been less expected, had Kat not already seen too much of it today, was the thick, meaty girlcock hanging between her thighs. Even semi-flaccid, it was clear she was nowhere near as long as her sibling, though she more than made up for it in girth, the shaft nearly as thick as Katarina's wrist and not even fully hard yet. The Du Couteau daughter stared silently for a few long moments, listening to Kayle pant, her brilliant eyes lit up with barely constrained lust. And then Katarina laughed. Long and hard. She nearly fell over, holding her sides because it hurt so much. "Wh-what's so funny?" Kayle twisted her head, looking around in a nervous panic. "You! Hah! I thought- Hahahah!" Katarina had tears in her eyes, her gut cramping from laughter. "I actually thought you might be different! Ahahah!" Kayle's expression hardened, but Kat just kept up her mocking cackling. "The great and holy Kayle, castigating her sister's actions one second, and then partaking the next." "B-be silent!" The angel barked. Katarina sat upright, her laughter shrinking to mere snickers. "So high and mighty, or hypocritical and petty?" The assassin felt renewed boldness welling up inside. No, the angel wouldn't kill her, she had to get her rocks off first, but Katarina wasn't going to let the opportunity pass to sling barbs her way. "Can't let your sister see you're just like her." The statuesque shemale took a step back, startled by the noxian's sudden attitude. "No, I- That's not- I'm not-" The angel's face was flushing redder and redder by the second. "You're not what? A rapist?" Katarina sneered, the gigglefit over for now. "Look at you, you've already got your pants off and everything. Just couldn't wait for Morgana to piss off so you could come get a piece, could you?" The noxian woman cupped her breasts, pressing them together, rolling them up her chest while the angel oggled her soft mounds and practically drooled over them. "I-I said s-silence!" Kayle stammered and took a step back, unable to take her eyes off those pillowy mammaries, so soft and pliant looking. Her cock throbbed, swelling with blood. Katarina's eyes were wild, madness and rage reflected in them as she crawled closer to the angel. She just couldn't get away from it, everywhere she went, everyone she saw was sizing her up, just waiting for the chance to rape her. And now this holier-than-thou bitch not only had the same idea in mind, but she didn't even have the balls to admit it. She preyed on Kayle's discomfort, turning the tables on her in her moment of shame and weakness. If she was going to be fucked either way, by this point she might as well get what little payback she could. "What's wrong? Don't tell me you weren't planning on taking this by force just a few seconds ago." Katarina jeered, kneeling at Kayle's feet. Taking the muscular woman's cock in both hands, she squeezed it til the angel hissed and cringed. She tapped the bulbous head against her tits, skin smacking against skin until she slipped the shaft between her chest-cushions and squeezed it between them.  Kayle's breath grew heavier, her strong hand trembling as she reached out and grabbed a fistful of scarlet hair. Her sapphire eyes glazed over with a look of lust. Still, she protested. "N-no, I-I wouldn't..." She murmured, even as she tried pushing the girl's face closer to her crotch. Katarina resisted though, looking up into her eyes while using her breasts to massage her dick. "So then you always strip naked before cutting down an enemy? What, were you gonna offer to spare me if I sucked you off?" From the way that Kayle froze, silently turning her head aside as if she could hide the redness in her cheeks, Katarina knew she struck a chord. "Really? REALLY?! You really think- That's still rape!" She glared up at the angel with a look of such sheer disgust that it burned her worse than any wound. Kayle scowled, pushing down harder on Katarina's scalp. "Why won't you cease talking!?" More laughter greeted her in response. "God, you're terrible at this. Weren't you watching your sister do it? Of course you were, she made sure of it." Katarina folded her arms upwards, squishing her bosom in between them. She felt that thick pole throb and sniggered as her assailant twitched and moaned from the soft embrace. "Be quiet, damn you! I won't be demeaned by some- some cheap harlot!" Kayle's face burned, her cheeks a dark enough shade of red to match her enemy's hair. Worse, she couldn't tell what stung more, her insolent attitude or that she spoke the truth. "Oh, but you'll demean me without a second thought, use me up and discard me." Katarina glowered, doing nothing to hide her contempt even while she lifted her breasts and bounced them around the angel's member, filling her head with conflicting thoughts and feelings. Through clenched teeth, the buff angel hissed. Why did it feel so good? Was she being tested? Was this all part of Morgana's scheming? She entwined her fingers deeper through those crimson locks. The trembling stopped and she pushed Kat's head down til her insolent lips kissed the crown of Kayle's cock, poking up out from between her breasts. Still the girl would not be silenced. Even if it was too occupied to form words, her mouth kissed and licked the angel's fat, bloated cocktip. Her tongue swirled around it, peeling back a layer of foreskin to expose the sensitive glans within. The entire time, she slurped and smacked her lips together loudly, sucking on the tender skin hard until it would slip free with a loud, wet pop. She went out of her way to be as noisy and lewd as possible, making Kayle's ears burn from the sounds of her actions. If Kat couldn't spare herself another rape, she would make it as degrading and embarassing for the angel to partake in as it was for her to be on the receiving end of. And it was working. Despite the wonderful warmth and softness envelopping her prick, and the expert, downright eager ministrations of Kat's tongue toying with her knob, Kayle felt more ashamed doing this than anything else in her life. Taking advantage of a defeated enemy, giving in to such base, crude desires... it was beneath her! But it just felt so gooood... Katarina's wet tongue flicked underneath her crown, teasing the frenulum, and she moaned in delight. Damn Morgana, she should have never allowed her to have her 'fun'. Now she couldn't get the images out of her head. Her sister's cock plunging into the girl's dripping snatch again and again, Katarina riding her pole and screaming so enthusiastically... Kayle growled, glaring with utter contempt down at the woman below her. She stared right back, loathing in her eyes. This vile woman had been so eager to fuck her sister, so willing to let that bitch steal her very soul away, and now she was just as gladly giving another foe a boobjob. She hadn't even made a demand yet, and already Katarina was slobbering all over her dick. Kayle wasn't going to let this... this gutterwhore try to disgrace her! "Slrrp! What's wrong? Mmf... Not having fun?" Katarina murmured between noisy sucks, her hands roughly mashing her breasts together, the rest of the angel's chubby length wedged between. "I told you to shut up!" Kayle bellowed, losing her composure utterly. She shoved Kat's face downward with all her might, thrusting her hips forth at the same time. Katarina's eyes widened in shock, her mouth quickly stuffed by angelic cock. At a 'measly' six inches, it didn't sink halfway to her stomach like so many others she'd seen today, but its width strained her jaw and stretched her lips. Her eyes were squeezed shut as it felt like all available space in her skull was being taken up by the dick crammed down her gullet. Muffled cries served only to further pleasure the girthy shaft, its weight pinning her tongue beneath it. "Mff! Mnff!" "Go ahead, mouth off some more! Surely such a wanton slut wouldn't let my dick stand in her way!" Kayle snapped, letting out a hearty laugh of her own. Grasping fistfuls of crimson hair with both hands, she buried her cock to the root in Katarina's maw, not letting up til the girl's nose was entrenched in her neatly groomed golden bush. Grinding her pelvis into her face, she listened for the tell-tale 'Grlk! Glk!' sound of her gagging and choking on dong before pulling out. Thick, syrupy strands of drool spilled down the assassin's chin and soaked the angel's balls, ropes of it dripping and hanging from her shaft. Katarina coughed and sputtered, suffocating on her own mucus until Kayle gagged her with her dick again. Tears welled up in Kat's eyes, blurring her vision. Girlmeat scraped and rubbed the insides of her cheeks, pushing them outwards. Even if she tried not to, she couldn't keep her teeth from scraping the angel's sizeable pole. That was her saving grace, what kept the powerful warrior from face-fucking her til her jaw dislocated. She quickly pulled out after only a couple thrusts and left Katarina to heave and rasp for air. Schlik schlik schluk... Woozy but still conscious, Katarina looked up to see Kayle jerking herself furiously, sliding her strong grip up and down her slimy dong, smearing spit and phlegm up the entire length of it til it shone and dripped with Kat's throat fluids. Rather than shut her mouth, she just laughed again, a raspy, hoarse snicker that only fueled Kayle's anger. "Hahh, hahah... Sorry to disappoint, you thick-dicked freak, but it looks like you're too big to get knob-job." "Stop mocking me!" Kayle screamed herself hoarse. Grabbing Kat by the shoulder, she dragged her closer and slapped her dick between her tits once more, the wide staff sliding slickly between her love-pillows thanks to the generous coating of lube. She steadied herself against the woman's shoulders, and started to buck and thrust, fucking the tight sandwich her breasts made. Katarina watched the angel's abs flex with every thrust, her toned thighs bulging when she pumped her hips. She even went so far as to lend the buff shemale a hand, meekly mashing her pliant mammaries together, hugging her length tighter. "Just like your sister, you just love a nice big pair of tits, don't you?" She taunted, her voice still a bit hoarse as she used her forearms to squeeze her bust, sliding it up and down her staff. "D-damn you!" Kayle grit her teeth. "I will not be degraded." As much as she enraged her, as much as she wanted to just kill this vile woman, her raging hormones prevented her from doing anything besides give in. She was just so damned horny. She just wanted to get off and get back to the fight, but Katarina's incessant chatter made it difficult just to even stay fully hard, her throbbing fuckstick only staying semi-erect. She tilted her head back, looking up at the sky, trying not to stare into the woman's eyes, to see the judging glare within them, but she couldn't drown out the comments. "Just admit you're no better than her! You're just as much a filthy pervert." Katarina grinned, taking some cruel pleasure in cutting with her tongue, as sharp as any knife. Her breasts squished lewdly around that slick cock, her own spit wetting them. The noise just added to the degrading act, making it harder for Kayle to deny. "You dare speak to me of filth, of lecherous perversion?!" The angel snapped, squeezing Katarina's shoulders til she cringed in pain. She couldn't take anymore, could barely think of anything beyond fucking the girl's brains out. The noxian's attitude mixed with the cursed seed of arousal her sister planted, driving her to the brink of madness. "I will not be degraded by some shameless whore who wouldn't seem out of place servicing men in a public bathroom!" Kayle paused for a moment, the kernel of a half-formed idea taking hold. Katarina looked up at her, almost quizzically, as if she had expecting more. A callous grin spread across the divine champion's androgynous face. The idea continued to grow and take shape in her mind, a dirty, wicked thought that under better circumstances she would never dare to consider, and was likely to regret later down the line. But for right now, she just didn't care. She thrust her hips again, rapidly pumping between Katarina's tits with a soft, throaty moan. Pulling her dick free, she rapidly stroked herself off again, her moans getting louder, her breathing heavier. Sliding her thumb and forefinger down to the base, squeezing tight and taking aim at the woman's face. "Cumming already?" Katarina arched a brow, looking comtemptuously at her captor. "Hmph, a quick-shot too, you really should be emba-" She was cut off by the sudden spray erupting from Kayle's cock, squinting to protect her eyes. It came faster and more forceful than Katarina had expected, soaking her face and filling her yapping mouth. The first clue that something was off was how watery it was, nothing at all like the thick, gooey, tar-like spunk she'd been painted with so many times already. It hosed down her face in a steady, constant stream, rather than spurts and wads. Then the taste hit her senses, bitter, moreso than cum usually was, and acrid. Realization striking, Katarina could only gaze upwards in slack-jawed shock, her cheeks seething red with humiliation. Kayle's head was tilted back, a look of relief plastered across her face as she pissed in Katarina's face. Holding it throughout the duration of a League match was always such a pain, but she'd never dare risk getting caught in an indecent position. Usually at least. It seemed she was willing to make a lot of exceptions for Katarina today however. "You- Spt! Pft! You fucking- *hack*" Katarina coughed and spat, getting a mouthful of urine whenever she tried to speak. Shrieking in shame, she twisted her head and tried to pull away, but the angel just pulled harder on her hair to hold her steady. Still squeezing her shaft, the Judicator smacked Kat in the face with it, the blunt mushroom head making a wet smack and showering her in gold. When she closed her mouth to at least avoid having to taste it, the stronger champion just pinched the bridge of her nose, suffocating her until she finally opened wide to gasp for air. The fist-sized cockhead quickly pressed right up against her lips, filling her mouth to the point of overflowing with her holy piss. Left with no other alternative, Katarina gulped it down, whimpering like a bitch the entire time, excess spilling down her chin and coating her breasts. "Have you finally finished prattling?" Kayle grinned, the woman's red tresses growing damp in her hand, the warm, watery liquid splashing everywhere. "Seems that all it takes to silence your tongue is to give it something equally filthy to occupy itself with." She chortled to herself. As her stream started to weaken, the angel cupped Katarina's chin, forcing her mouth closed when she popped her cockhead free to hose her face down one last time. She held the woman's jaw while she struggled and squirmed, desperate to spit it out, but the wrathful angel held it shut and tilted her head back, forcing her to swallow instead. "You mustn't spill now... I'd think a disgusting pig such as yourself would delight in serving as a urinal." Kayle sneered, gazing into Kat's eyes, burning with hatred. She watched her throat pulse, heard her swallow, and then finally released her to cough and gag. While the assassin doubled over and retched, Kayle wrapped a fistful of scarlet hair around her dick, using it to mop up the last trickle of urine and wipe her shaft clean. Discarding her like a used rag, she watched the human cough and sputter. A hand clutching at her damp chest while she spat and hacked off to the side, trying in vain to excise the bitter taste from her tongue. Katarina was lucky that the smell was weak enough as to be nearly unnoticeable, but still, when one's nose was soaked in it, the faint scent lingered on every breath inhaled. The sight of the woman there, on her knees and soaked in her piss, excited Kayle more than she ever imagined it would have. That yellow sheen that glistened on her skin... was such a beautiful colour. The same divine glimmer as the armour that she wore, the same glittering gold that accompanied the heavenly magic that she wielded... Though it rested untouched between her thighs, the angel's cock swiftly rose to attention. Pulsating in time to the beating of her heart, it swelled and bobbed as it lifted up, filling with blood and thickening. Fat and throbbing, lined with bulging veins, her dick became as hard and strong as any of her powerful muscles. Her wings stretched out and beat with excitement. She needed this... Needed to purify this vile creature, to seed her womb with her divine essence... Oh who was she kidding, she just needed to fuck something, hard and fast. The angel descended atop her in a flurry of feathers, wrestling Kat to the ground. "No... No! Stop!" She protested weakly, grasping at the larger woman's modest bosom, hitting her shoulders, trying to beat her off. Kayle simply grabbed her by the wrists and pinned her arms down. She was panting madly, vision clouded by lust, pressing her weight down upon the mortal woman. Her knees worked their way between Kat's thighs, spreading them apart while she worked to keep the struggling girl pinned. Her wide slab of meat throbbed with need, grinding against Katarina's flat belly, sliding along her smooth skin. "Stop! You've done enough to me!" Katarina wailed, tears streaming down her face. She had never felt so ashamed, so disgusted, and now the angel was intent on defiling her maidenhood as well, just like every one else, just adding to her shame, exploiting her weakness. The woman below kicked out, flailing her legs wildly. Deftly, Kayle hooked her arm under the struggling assassin's right thigh, pulling it aside so that it would hook around her waist when it bent at the knee. With nothing separating them, her cock sawed back and forth along Katarina's tender lips, teasing her opening with her fat length. Screaming bloody murder, the noxian flailed her now free hand, pounding her fist into Kayle's shoulder. The muscular angel just shrugged off the blows and ground her hips more insistently. "Nngh..." Kayle grunted. "Lust-driven whore... Slut! You'd spread your legs for anyone..." Visions of her sister ravaging Kat's cunt raced through her mind. "Don't pretend to protest now when you were so eager before." Her hips shifted, bloated tip pressing firmly against her womanhood. "No. No!" "Trying to tempt me into indecency, both of you..." Kayle seethed, feeling those tender folds parting. Katarina screamed, but the angel was undeterred. Her firm ass flexing as she pressed onwards, spreading her lips further apart. "I thought it inappropriate to touch you, but you were so happy to mount that vile wretch. So eager to seduce me..." Such tightness... The woman's petals squeezed and clamped around the end of her dick so wonderfully. "Stop! Stooop!" Katarina howled. Her vaginal walls were stretched thin, her wet tunnel widening so far to accomodate the angel's girth. "I-I could never take someone against their will..." Kayle stumbled over her words, shutting her eyes and grunting as she pushed in further. "But... But it's not rape if you're willing! I'm-I'm not doing anything wrong!" She shouted deliriously, trying to justify her own indefensible actions. "No! Sto-mmnf!" Katarina was silenced by Kayle's hand, covering her mouth to stifle her pleas. "I-I can't hear you..." The angel muttered, more to herself than Kat. With her eyes closed, she couldn't see the look of desperation written on the woman's face. "You so happily teased and taunted... This is what you wanted, right? This is.... Nnnngh!" Kayle groaned, her cock halfway in now. Even though it was shorter than the average dick Katarina had taken today, its immense width made every inch a terrible struggle. "...just two consenting adults." She muttered, resting her upper body against Kat's, the woman's larger bosom cushioning her own, while the weight of her muscles held her down. The angel didn't seem at all bothered by her own urine soaking the girl, grinding against her all the same. Both of Katarina's hands were free, fists battering Kayle's shoulders. When that didn't work, she gripped them tightly, trying to push her off. No luck. She wasn't strong enough, couldn't get enough leverage. Another inch and a half of angel cock speared her pussy, eliciting new howls, all muffled. Her hands squeezed tighter, feeling the muscle definition in Kayle's shoulders. There wasn't much else she could do. Another half an inch and her eyes were rolling up into her skull. It wasn't bad enough that every woman in the league apparently had a dick somehow besides her, but did they all have to be so huge too? One last inch and Kayle moaned from pleasure. Fully bottoming out in the woman's snatch, her walls hugging her shaft just right. So sweet and velvety soft... Kayle grimaced and ground her hips, feeling her innards squish and squelch around her hard tool. The feeling was so heavenly, she didn't even mind that she was fucking her sister's sloppy seconds, stirring her cock around inside the goopy mess her sibling had left behind to lube the woman's passage. Grunting from the strain of working her pussy-wrecking log all the way inside Kat's sex, the angel humped her slowly, using short, shallow motions. The girl's sobs and cries were soon joined by muffled moans. Every wrinkle and crevice inside her felt like it was being stretched and flattened out, battered and scraped by the wide-bodied invader. And though the length was certainly not miniscule by any means, it was nice to not have her poor cervix beaten and torn open for a change, even if every shallow thrust still felt like it was punching her in the gut. Encouraged by Katarina's soft moans, and the strong grip on her shoulders that felt almost affectionate to someone as strong as she was, Kayle opened her eyes to gaze at the mindless, numb expression on Kat's face. She smiled sincerely, uncovering the girl's mouth to squeeze one of her breasts instead, massaging it in her firm grip. "Mnn! You do want it! I knew it." Kayle moaned, sliding her slickened cock back a bit further only to slam forward once again, her length basted in Morgana's black, corrupted cum. "Just a filthy cum rag. I bet you even enjoyed drinking down my piss like the greedy cumrag you are." Any attempt Katarina made to respond was cut short when Kayle slammed her dick in to the hilt, knocking the air out of her lungs. Leftover cum squished around her length and squeezed out around the edges, dribbling into the dirt below them. The corrupting essence slicked her passage, making it easier to ream her wet tunnel. Morgana's black, ichorous semen clung to Kayle's shaft as she pulled out, oozing from Katarina's honeypot when she thrust back in. Still warm, it added to the heat of Kat's sex, making her tunnel unnaturally wet and slick. It served as an enabler, allowing Kayle to build speed easily, her pelvis battering Katarina's sharply. "Gods above, you're so wet..." Kayle moaned, her hands roaming up and down the noxian's sides, caressing her hips, stroking her thighs. Her every thrust rocked the woman's body, leaving her moaning and panting. Katarina wanted to protest, to fight back, but couldn't find the strength. Her leg bobbed, bouncing and coming to rest wrapped around the angel, and she found her arms moving to embrace her rapist, if only to try and steady herself against the force of her powerful thrusts. Kayle took it as an act of submission however, groaning and just hilting her cock even faster. Her golden blonde hair draped over the both of them like a curtain, and she leaned in nibble and kiss at Katarina's throat. She could taste herself on the woman's skin, but didn't let that hinder her. Sex was supposed to be a loving, passionate encounter... Wasn't it? Her mind felt... Foggy for some reason, and it was hard to think. She just knew this felt good, and she wanted so badly to keep sinking her dick into this woman's hole, lubed by her sister's black cum. That dark ichor spurred them both onwards, so tainted with vile corruption that it spread its influence to anything it came in contact with, clouding judgment with a fog of lust. Katarina moaned again, her ass being slammed into the dirt repeatedly, her cunt stretched and ruined. Damn that Kayle, she was just... so... thick! Her cock was hitting all the right spots, but without going so deep as to cause pain. The only discomfort came from being spread open so far, her labia growing red and sore from the strain. The sound of bare skin slapping together was getting louder, and wetter. Kayle's brawny frame was glistening, dewdrops of sweat gathering along her body, rolling down her biceps and dripping from her brow. Placing both hands on either side of Katarina's head, she pushed herself up to take some of the pressure off of her, gritting her teeth as she put all of her incredible power into her hips, brutally slamming into the redhead's cunt. Katarina tilted her head back so far that her scalp was digging a little groove in the dirt under her. Her lips formed a large O, crying out in ecstasy. "Oh... Oh god, ooh goood!" She howled. Her pussy lips quivered, her muscles trembling as she was overcome by orgasm, her best of the day. Her arms and leg all tightened their grip, clinging to Kayle tightly as she ravaged her slit. The angel paused, hearing her cries of delight, and just ground her veiny meat in slow, lazy circles, drawing out the length of her orgasm before drilling into her again. Her own release wasn't far away. Not accustomed to participating in such shameful acts of eroticism, her staying power wasn't as good as her sibling's. Still, she was determined to give just as big a pay off. The fallen angel's semen stuck to her pole like syrup, just serving to remind Kayle that she was fucking Morgana's discarded cumdump, rutting in her own sister's sperm. So sticky, so warm and wet... Kayle found herself moaning louder, breathing heavier. Her toned buttocks flexed, driving her hips forward. She needed to overwhelm her disgraced sister's seed, reclaim what she had tainted, purify it. Overcome by the need to defeat the darker angel, just as she always was... She bit her bottom lip, sinking teeth into her own flesh to stifle a fresh moan. That was what she told herself. This was consensual, this was justice, this was affectionate, this was purifying evil... She told herself whatever she needed to hear except for the truth, that she was vulnerable to base desires like everyone else, that she just wanted to cummm... "Oh!" Kayle gasped, almost in shock at the suddenness of it all. The point of no return passing by in the blink of an eye, there was no turning back now, no stopping, no pulling out. Her hips jackhammered the quivering, wailing woman beneath her, pounding her trembling slit til she was loose and sure to be left gaping. Sinking her teeth deep into her lip, she raised her head, eyes screwed shut, and came hard. The thick, urethral tube travelling along the bottom of Kayle's dick bulged with semen, her load flying up the length of it to fire from her tip like a cannon blast. Powerful jets of holy jizz lanced deeper than her cock could reach, filling Katarina's womb with thick wads of white sludge. The assassin's eyes rolled up even further into her skull, her irises practically disappearing beneath her eyelids. Her lips were still frozen open and round, moaning non-stop. She could feel each spurt of cum striking her insides, a beautiful pearly white to contrast with Morgana's ominous black. Though they differed in appearance, each wiggling sperm had the same goal, finding an available egg to fertilize. Kayle held her hips steady, her spine slightly arched, not daring to move until her heavy balls were utterly drained. The tiniest trickle of white managed to escape the tight seal Katarina's netherlips made around her dick, the rest of it trapped inside by the angel's immense girth. Even after her orgasm stopped, the Judicator stayed still, basking in the pleasant afterglow and savouring the way the noxian's tunnel gripped her now-overly-sensitive length. Her length soaked in her own cum, her pure essence conflicting with the corrupting influence Morgana had left behind. Fresher, more potent, and carrying the angel's divine blessing, it purified the taint both from Kayle, and the girl the two angels had used for a cumdump. Slowly, the fog of lust that had clouded her brain dissipated. The increased sensitivity faded and the angel's spent cock wilted, going soft and sliding from Katarina's sex with a wet schloorp. A viscous mixture of cum spanning several partners spilled out in its wake, gushing from her gaping twat. Free to think clearly, Kayle reopened her eyes and looked down, and immediately regretted everything she had done. The sight of Kat's piss-soaked, tear-streaked face greeted her, bringing with it an overwhelming sense of guilt and remorse. "What... What've I done?" The angel stammered, stumbling to find words. Sore and wet, disgraced and degraded, exhausted and utterly humiliated... Katarina lay there, barely even moving. From her, too, the last remnants of Morgana's corruption faded. With it went so much of the anger, the eagerness, the stupid, stupid idea to try and humiliate Kayle that backfired so spectacularly... All she was left with was the hurt, the shame, and the despair of her situation, the crushing weight of her day bearing down on her soul. Fresh tears welled up in her eyes, and Katarina sobbed. Quietly, subdued even, especially when compared to her vocal, defiant screams. There was nothing left for her to do but cry. "N-no... I'd never, I-" Kayle climbed to her feet, trembling with a weakness that didn't match her powerful frame. Nothing she could say, nothing she could do would excuse what she had done, could justify her heinous actions. In a blind panic, she turned and looked around the clearing. No one. No one to witness or judge her misdeeds, no one to shift the blame to and accuse of misguiding her. Her wings flapped, lifting her into the air, and she frantically raced about, gathering her discarded armour. "I can't... I-I..." She struggled to form words, her tongue tripping over itself. She didn't know what to say, if there was even anything to say. She just had to go, to leave, pretend this had never happened. In the background, she could just barely hear Katarina sobbing, and that sound taunted her more than anything the woman had said earlier. Metal clinked and clanked as she clumsily re-equipped her gear, almost intentionally so. The rattling of her armour would drown out Katarina's agonized wails, or so she hoped. But she could still hear it in her head, those anguished mewlings haunting her. She clutched at her skull while she slipped her helmet back into place, grimacing, trying to expel the memories to no avail. Just a few feet away, her weapon lay embedded in the dirt. Kayle gave it a forlorn look, staring at the holy blade, the deep, blood-red ruby inset within it. There was one way she could silence that terrible sound, surely... Gauntlets clasped the hilt, ripping it from the earth. Weapon in hand, she turned to face Katarina, who still laid there, unmoving save to occasionally be wracked by a full-body shudder. The armoured angel approached slowly, each footstep loud and thudding. Her wings flapping excessively, still trying to drown out those sobs with any noise she could muster of her own. Then, she was standing there, looming over the naked, prone woman. Kayle gazed down at her silently, taking in that dreadful noise, that awful sound that filled her with self-loathing. Katarina stared right back, making no move to fight back, to escape as Kayle's raised her weapon high. Broken in mind, beaten in body, shattered in soul. The angel shut her own eyes as she prepared to put her out of her misery and end her suffering. Sword pointed up, ready to strike. The blade swung the air, slicing downwards... An inch from Katarina's midsection, Kayle stopped, opening her eyes in shock. The assassin looked up at her, confused, and for a brief moment, the sobbing ceased. Something... Kayle could sense... Something. Life. As part of the divine training she had undergone on her homeworld, she had been taught to sense and identify life, wherever she went, in order to nurture and protect it. She could sense it now. But not her own, nor Katarina's, nor any of the other combatants, or even any of the other creatures that normally called Summoner's Rift home. This was something... else. Something new. Kayle dropped her sword and crouched down next to Katarina, a gloved hand tracing the woman's abdomen. From within, she felt something stirring, something so tiny as to be almost imperceptible, even to her angelic senses. Of course, how could she have been so blind? But... When had it appeared? Just now? Was this... her doing? Or Morgana's? Or had it already been there before they even arrived? Amidst the chaos of attacking LeBlanc and the stress of Morgana's foul misdeeds, she hadn't exactly been thinking with the clearest of minds. Her senses had been... distracted. The conception could have happened anytime recently, if not one of the two angels, than someone else. Who, or what, didn't matter right now. What mattered was an opportunity to atone had just presented itself. Pressing both hands to Katarina's midsection, Kayle hummed softly. The woman looked at her quizzically, wondering what new hell was in store for her now. "What-what're you doing?" She inquired, her own voice so weak and raspy that she didn't recognize it at first. "Aren't you going to kill me?" Kayle shook her head. "Though you may be my enemy, I would never risk harm upon an innocent life, even the child of one as vile as you." "Vile as me?! You're the one who raped me!" Kayle ignored the woman's hysterics, sweeping her hands up and down Katarina's body. As she did, a golden glow began to encompass her. A sphere of divine energy formed around her entire body, sparkling and glittering with holy power. Katarina would have marvelled at the sight, if she wasn't so suspicious of it. The golden bubble seemed to solidify around her, just underneath Kayle's hands, before shrinking. It grew smaller and smaller, changing shape as it did to match the contours of Katarina's body. It continued to shrink, until it was like a second skin that completely enveloped the noxian. Slowly, it sunk into her body, merging with her flesh, until the bubble disappeared in its entirety, the only remnant being a slight golden glimmer to Katarina's skin. The deed done, Kayle stood, satisfied that, in some small way at least, she might redeem her own repugnant actions. "That should protect you for the time being, though I would recommend you make haste somewhere safe and hide." As she spoke, Kayle reached for her sword once again. Her wings outstretched, she beat them softly, scattering snow-white feathers about as she lifted into the air. "My sister and I shall end this competition soon, and the battlefield is no place for an expectant mother-to-be." "Wait, what?!" Katarina's eyes widened, and she leapt to her feet quickly. "Wait! What do you mean by that?!" She shouted and gave chase. Climbing higher into the sky, Kayle ignored the woman's inquiries and turned in the direction her sister had fled. Blessing herself with speed and rejuvenation, the angel took off in pursuit. Katarina followed her for as long as she could, weaving between trees and through brush, but she was unable to keep pace. In a state of shock and awe, the thought to use her Shunpo technique to warp to Kayle before she got out of range didn't even occur to her, and she soon fell too far behind to catch up. Slowing to a halt, she watched the angel disappear out of sight. Katarina was left behind, and, for the first time, alone. *************************************************** The gentle lapping of the water at her sides brought some semblance of calm to Katarina's mind. She laid in the river, floating gently on the current, hoping the water might soothe her wounds, both physical and mental. Once the angel had left, the woman had pondered what to do next. There was little point in returning to base. The angelic siblings would both be ahead of her already. The thought of running into Kayle again sickened her, and the dangers of encountering Morgana again were even worse. Yet she was ill-equipped to try and mount a counter-offensive. Left with little alternative, she had returned to the river to bathe and wash away some of her shame. There was no trace left of Kayle's degrading act now, though if the angel was telling the truth, she possibly had a different souvenir instead. A steady stream of tears trickled down her cheeks. Despite her melancholy, her face remained a neutral mask. A bit of redness in her cheeks and wet, watery eyes the only sign of expression. Her arms laid limply at her sides, her fiery hair drifting all around her. Her legs did nothing to tread water, simply relying on her natural buoyancy to keep her head above the surface and the river's flow to keep her moving. The slow moving current slowly carried her downstream, back to where her troubles began. How had things gone so horribly wrong? Such a successful steal, she'd been so proud. Surely her allies had benefitted from the dragon's bounty she had procured, but not enough to make up for Katarina's otherwise uselessness. Not enough to make up for LeBlanc's wicked treachery. Katarina felt the tears welling up again, her eyes squinting to hold them back. She sniffled, her nose stuffing up. Not again... She'd broken down into full on heaves and wails twice already, and she felt it oncoming yet again. Quickly, she tried to distract herself. Eyes shut, she forced her mind to focus on something, anything else. The gentle relaxing current. The soothing burbling sound. The loud, booming thuds in the distance. The splintering crack of falling trees. The way the earth gently rocked and shook the water. The violent splashing all around. Wait... Katarina was startled into sudden alertness, but all too late. A truly GARGANTUAN set of talons closed around her torso, pinning her arms to her sides and effortlessly lifting her out of the water. Liquid rolled off of her, dripping and splishing into the river below. She was held aloft, staring into the terrifying visage of Cho'Gath. Blood and gore stained his now massive teeth, each one taller than she was. His once dignified tuxedo was long gone, torn to shreds and left behind when his frame swelled too large to be contained by it. His monocle dangled down, the chain tangled around one of his teeth. The lens was soaked with so much blood as to be opaque and useless. Only his hat remained intact, though it was so tiny compared to the rest of him that it was virtually unnoticeable. He had always been huge, always towered over everyone else, but now he had grown to truly colossal proportions. His size rivalled even the enormous stone towers that served as the two sides' respective defenses. Cho'Gath had been feasting. "Ah, Katarina... There you are." Cho'gath's voice boomed. Somehow both deep and shrill, it possessed an unnatural echo and the screeching timbre was near deafening to listen to. "I've been looking for you." Katarina recoiled from the stench of his breath, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "Have you now? I seem to be quite popular today." The assassin grimaced, showing no fear in the face of the beast. Cho'Gath stared at her long and hard, eyeing the miniscule woman with some degree of curiousity. "Katarina... Where are your clothes? This is very unbecoming of such a fine noblewoman as yourself." He said at last. "Oh cut the gentleman act Cho!" Katarina snapped, leaving the monster looking taken aback. She didn't even bother to struggle, just glowering at him instead. It would just be a waste of energy anyways. "I am not in the mood." Cho'Gath grinned, his teeth glistening with drool.  When he spoke again, his voice took on an even screechier tone, like nails on a chalkboard magnified to incredible volume. "So be it. I would have made the end more palatable for you, but this charade does grow tedious." The demonic fiend lifted Katarina higher, dangling her over his open maw, his massive, slick tongue slithering beyond his jaws. It curled around Katarina's ankles and crawled up her legs. Unable to remain motionless while the beast's slimy appendage smeared saliva along her inner thigh, Katarina grimaced in displeasure and started to kick. Planting her boot on his tongue, she stomped on it repeatedly until Cho'Gath's grip grew tighter. She winced in pain, the pressure building against her chest. "Hmph, so you're a traitor too then?" She rasped. "Working with LeBlanc...?" Katarina wheezed, her voice starved of air mid-sentence. "Ehehehehahahhh." Cho'Gath chuckled ominously. "Hardly. I do not scheme and plot some complicated ploy, nor do I plan to not surrender this meaningless competition. I will slaughter your enemies and bring you victory in this petty contest, little as it may matter." The monster threw back his head and roared. Stretching out his scythe-arms, he gestured dramatically, first off into the horizon where the distant sound of fighting could be heard, then at Katarina. "For you will not live to see the end. The void devours all things, we do not distinguish between friend or foe. We simply prey upon the weak so that we may one day feast upon the strong." "Go ahead then." Katarina sneered, flailing her legs. "Eat me, put an end to my misery." "Fool! There will be no end to your suffering!" Cho'Gath boomed. Again, his tongue caressed the woman's thighs, the slimy sensation making her cringe. It snaked its way between her legs, slicking her flesh with his drool, tasting the tangy sweat and mixed fluids that clung to her. Satisfied by the taste, he retracted it back into his maw, smirking once more. "Ahhh, you have stains upon your soul... Perfect." Katarina said nothing, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. She simply stared him dead on as he brought her closer to his gnashing teeth. His maw opened, and she could see the spittle being launched by his thrashing tongue, the saliva dripping in thick, sticky strands from his fangs. 'At least this nightmare will finally be over,' she thought to herself, hanging her head. The monster placed her between two massive canines, more fangs looming above. Closing her eyes, she could only hope the end was quick as Cho'Gath slammed his jaws shut. The creature's pained roar echoed throughout the forest, causing birds to take flight. Eyes reopening, Katarina looked about to see what had just happened. Beside her, a small chunk of something white was bouncing around, being tossed about by Cho'Gath's flailing tongue before being spat out entirely. Glancing upwards, she could see where it had come from. The monstrous creature had chipped a tooth biting into her. For her though, there was no pain, only the discomfort that came with being soaked in the monster's spit. There wasn't even any visible injury or mark on her either. Her skin sparkled, glowing a faint golden colour before the light diminished, fading back to that same slight glimmer that Kayle had given her. Cho'Gath tore her from his maw, holding her up to stare at her with his massive, solid green eyes. "How dare you?!" He screeched, snapping his jaws at her again. Though his teeth fared better this time, he still failed to even pierce her flesh, gnawing on her fruitlessly, biting and screaming in blind rage. "What trickery is this?! You wretched creature... I will-" "Hey!" An angry voice called out to them suddenly, interrupting Cho'Gath mid-rant. "Get your grubby, disgusting hands off of my property!" Husky, and a tiny bit gravelly, Katarina didn't recognize the voice as an ally, though it was definitely familiar. Together, the two of them slowly turned in the direction of this new interruption. From the treeline she approached, bathed in flames that swirled around her in a tempest of destruction. Clad in magnificent armour of scarlet and gold, with a helm crested by two draconic horns and segmented plates evocative of a dragon's tail. Her hands glowed with red-hot molten fury, brimming with such power that it made her gauntlets, fashioned to resemble a dragon's jaws, look unnecessary. Blue skin rippled with hard-ridges, scales decorating and lining her flesh in ornate patterns. Yellow, reptilian eyes shone like burning embers, meeting their gaze with a look of hate and rage. Katarina visibly trembled now, all the courage she had shown in facing down Cho'Gath fleeing her in the face of this new adversary, mouthing her name in fear. Shyvana. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Hey, did you read to the end of the chapter? Sweet, thank you! Please give me comments! But most importantly, go voooooooooooooote! (POLL CLOSED)

Chapter 11 - Geno-type pt. 11

Tyler lay down next to Jake; slipping out of the view of the camera. He picked up Jake’s hefty wang and slung it over Jake’s thigh. With his path now clear, Tyler crept up between Jake’s legs and began to lick Jake’s giant sack. Tyler had always kind of liked Jake’s balls. Tyler realized that this sounds really weird, but it was true. It was not uncommon for Tyler to get a clear view of Jake’s equipment back when they were both normal sized, so Tyler had had plenty of chances to admire them in the past. Thinking back on it now, Tyler realized that Jake was trying to entice him; trying to get Tyler to give up some indication that Tyler was as attracted to him as he was to Tyler. Tyler never really thought of it before. They had been close as brothers since before they could bathe themselves; it was not uncommon for them to share a bath when they were kids. Tyler always figured that Jake was just that comfortable around him. Tyler was beating himself up about it now that he realized the truth. It happened way too often to just be coincidence. The way that Jake would casually forget to bring his clothes with him into the bathroom when he went to shower. The way that Jake would somehow not be dressed yet even though he should have known that Tyler was going to be over at any second. The way that Jake sometimes felt the need to completely change clothes while Tyler was still in the room. Oops, I spilled some soda on my shirt; better change boxers while I am at it. Tyler never complained. He secretly loved the frequent shows he was given; even if he was too afraid to show any sort of interest in the spectacle. Whenever he thought that Jake wasn’t looking, Tyler would sneak at peak at his friend’s junk; Tyler would always feel guilty about this after the fact, but it was just too good to pass up. Tyler loved everything about Jake’s body. The way he was pretty much completely smooth except for a few errant tufts. The way his complete lack of fat would show off what little musculature he had. And especially he loved Jake’s package. Jake had a nice dick back then. It was average, but definitely larger than Tyler’s. Wasn’t everyone’s, though? What Tyler really loved was Jake’s balls. He was fascinated by them. They were large even back then, but what really made them remarkable was how they seemed to fill the entire pouch. Tyler was a bit jealous of Jake’s nuts; Tyler’s own balls were the type to hang down low. They just sort of rolled around and sagged in their pouch. Tyler realized that many people prefer the look of low-hangers such as his own, but he felt that the larger basket just made his eggs look smaller. Fortunately it seemed that with his newfound growth, his balls were swelling up slightly faster than the pouch they were in; each growth made his sack look fuller and firmer.  Maybe someday soon Tyler’s own nuts would look as amazing as Jake’s did; Jake’s nuts were just were just so round and so full. Even before their growth spurts Tyler often fantasized about sucking on Jake’s glorious balls; being able to take one or both of them in his mouth. At their new gigantic size, they were simply magnificent. Each nut was as big as Tyler’s head, and the scent and taste was overpowering since both Jake and Tyler were covered in sweat and cum. Tyler buried his face in Jake’s sack; licking, and kissing, squeezing, and sucking all over. Tyler didn’t think he could ever get enough of them, nor did he want to. The thought that they would continue to swell bigger and bigger just made him even hornier. He imagined what it would be like if Jake’s balls ever got so large that Tyler could lay across them; rest his whole body on them like some kind of trendy, new age, erotic love seat.  He could hear Jake moan and see Jake’s cock begin to swing itself so it was lying flat across his stomach; stretching up towards his chest.  This was good, but Tyler needed to be careful. He needed to have Jake fully aroused before he woke up. Jake was already showing signs of waking up, but his dick was not fully erect. Tyler realized he would have to use a more direct approach. The last thing he wanted was for Jake to see the camera and figure out what was going on.   Tyler climbed on top of Jake and began rubbing their cocks together. Tyler loved this feeling. It felt amazing back when he was rocking a footer, but now that his schlong was bigger than half the size of the rest of his body the pleasure was indescribable. Tyler had well over three feet of sensitive flesh pressed against his lover’s body. He could feel every inch of it in vivid detail. Tyler could feel all of Jake’s own length pressed under his own. Jakes penis was very respectable in its own right; coming in at just a few inches under two feet fully erect. Tyler could also feel Jake’s nipples brushing against the underside of his cock; Tyler’s dick was now so thick that he was able to lay it across Jake’s chest and easily cover both nipples. Tyler couldn’t even fathom how big around his cock must be now. He wouldn’t be at all surprised if it was as big around as his own waist. Tyler rocked back and forth, grinding his massive dick into Jake’s own huge cock. With every thrust forward Tyler could feel his balls push up against Jake’s. Tyler’s balls were now so massive that he couldn’t just lay flat on top of Jake like he did before; Tyler could not spread his legs enough to fit both massive balls between them. He had to straddle Jake and drag his hefty sack along behind him. Jake was now fully awake, but he was too lost in the pleasure to open his eyes. Tyler craned his neck a bit to the side and began kissing the side of Jake’s next; partially because he knew it drove Jake wild, but also because Tyler’s own cock was now so massive that it got in the way of him kissing Jake on the face. Jake groggily opened his eyes. He was face to face with his boyfriend’s colossal cock head. From this angle Jake could really see why it was called a one eyed monster. The head of Tyler’s cock was as big as the head Jake had on his shoulders, if not bigger. Jake wrapped his arms around it and began to work over the head from any angle he could reach; alternated between kissing and licking. Jake knew his efforts were appreciated because within seconds the tip began to dribble a bit. A chill went down Tyler’s spine as he felt Jake’s tongue enter his slit. Holy shit. It’s way in there. Tyler felt his mind begin to drift as the sensation washed over him. No! He can’t let Jake take control. He must be the one in command here if he is to give their little cam buddy a good show. Fortunately, Tyler could feel Jake’s throbbing erection under him. All systems green. Showtime. Dalton could see Taylor get up rather suddenly. His dick was even more massive now that it was fully erect. The tip of Taylor’s cock was about as high off the ground as his head; Like head head. Not cock head because that’d be redundant. Taylor reached his left hand down and Jack reached his up to meet him halfway. Taylor then pulled Jack to his feet. Jack was rock hard as well. His cock was stretching upwards; just about to his chest. Dalton couldn’t hold it back anymore and let loose another shot; his cum was already thin and clear. He had long since run out of any real juice to shoot, but the scene in front of him was too hot for him. His penis was screaming for release even though his balls had nothing left to give.             Tyler pushed his own dick downward with his right hand so it was pointing out relatively horizontal and beckoned Jake closer. Jake took the hint and stepped over so he was straddling the giant cock. In one fluid motion Tyler pulled Jake in closer. For Jake it was a half slide half stride maneuver as he used the forward momentum to ride the length of Tyler’s shaft in a bizarre yet erotic pas de deux. Now that Tyler’s giant dick was no longer in the way, the two of them were able to kiss each other firmly on the lips.   Jake and Tyler kissed long and deeply. Jake’s mind took in all it could of the scene. Jake was now straddling Tyler’s massive shaft like it was a pommel horse. It was highly likely that his own dick would very soon reach similar monumental proportions. Jake probably should have been worried about such changes, but he was actually excited. This entire evening had been just Tyler and him sharing tender and passionate moments, one right after the other. Jake didn’t care if he got so big that others would see him as a freak. He knew that Tyler loved it, and if it meant he could be together with Tyler forever he would outgrow the entire world if he could. Jake secretly had to admit that he too loved how it looked and that the sensation was more amazing than anything he could have ever dreamed of. Tyler could feel Jake push himself in closer. Jake’s tongue pushed its way into Tyler’s mouth as the kiss deepened. Whatever was going on in that brain of his, it was making Jake more passionate and horny than before, and Tyler loved it. Tyler returned he favor, and soon their tongues were tangling up and mashing together much the same way that the rest of their bodies were. Tyler could easily lose himself in the embrace, but he fought to keep at least some semblance of control in the situation. They had an audience after all. It wouldn’t do to let their aero-imperial storm snooper miss out on the good stuff. Tyler shifted his weight a little to the left and slowly guided Jake into turning bit by bit. Tyler tried to make the motion flow as naturally as possible. He wanted to move Jake into a position that the camera could really see them going at it, but he couldn’t risk letting Jake in on it. There was also the issue of Tyler being really switched on right now as well. It was taking everything he had not to just unload a torrent right then and there. Taylor and Jack finally stopped turning right as they were positioned so that Dalton could only clearly see Jack’s backside and Taylor’s monster sticking out from between Jack’s legs. At least Jack’s balls were heavy enough to hold Taylor’s shaft at a bit below level. This allowed Dalton to have a very clear view of Jack’s cute ass.             Tyler was betting on their little voyeur having a clear shot of Jake’s butt for what he was about to do next. Tyler slowly began working his hands lower and lower down Jake’s sides until he was able to grab one of Jake’s butt cheeks with each hand. Tyler massaged Jake’s ass and steadily worked inward as he did. Come on… just a little farther… It was actually a little difficult for Tyler to reach Jake’s hole in this position. Jake’s meat was sandwiched between them; it was so thick it was like having a whole ‘nother person in there. Tyler managed it though, and once he was able to get is fingers in there he really began to massage Jake’s hole.             Jake could feel Tyler stretching him out again. He couldn’t imagine why he would want to, though. There is absolutely no way he would fit in there again, but then he felt it. Tyler had managed to pop the air pocket that had been holding all of the spunk inside him. With the vacuum gone, it all began flowing out. It felt great the have it all out of him like that. It felt like Jake was having a mild abdominal cramp with all the jizz lining his innards, but now it all spilled out of him, filling him with a sense of relief and freedom.             Dalton watched in awe as Jack began leaking a torrent of cum. It looked like his legs were about to give out from the pleasure. The jizz leaked out onto Taylor’s cock and dripped down Jack’s legs. Taylor was kissing Jack’s neck again, but there was something different. Something off. Dalton then realized what it was. Taylor was staring directly into the camera as if to say “I hope you are watching.” They spun around again, and now Dalton could see their profiles. They looked like they were talking. Arguing?             Tyler grinned deviously at Jake “Wow. You really enjoy that, don’t you?” Tyler could feel Jake’s legs weakening; he could feel more and more of Jake’s weight being supported by the diving board between his legs. Tyler decided to move on to the next phase of their little act. He still had his hands firmly on Jake’s ass and began to rock back and forth as he turned them slowly; almost as if he was sharing a nice, slow waltz with Jake.               “It’s impossible to explain. It’s just so amazing being filled like that. It’s like I’ve never felt closer to you.” Tyler could tell Jake really loved the feeling, and even the memory of just taking Tyler’s dick was bringing him closer to the edge.               “Then it’s my turn.” Tyler said with a seductive smile. Jake gave Tyler a confused look. It was Tyler’s turn for what? Tyler had already filled him to the brim. Twice, no less. Was he going to try for a third? No that wouldn’t make sense. Tyler wouldn’t announce it in such a way anyway. It would just happen in the throes of whatever position they were trying at the time.  But if that’s not what he meant then…             “What? No. But you can’t!?” Jake tried to argue. He had caught on. Tyler meant to try and take all of Jake’s dick the way Jake had ridden him.             “And why not? I was bigger than you are now when you took all of mine.” Tyler’s eyes were trying their best to look as innocent as possible, but his lascivious grin gave him away. He knew full well that Jake was too big for the average person to take.             “That’s different. I’m bigger, and I have had more experience.” Jake continued to try and dissuade Tyler. He wasn’t doing a very good job of it, though. Tyler had begun kissing Jake’s neck while Jake was trying to formulate his argument. The waves of pleasure were making it very hard for him to concentrate on making a viable counterargument.             “And I’m a quick learner… and way more stubborn then you ever were.” Tyler concluded with his same seductive grin. Tyler knew he had already won this little debate. He could tell by the way Jake’s breathing was already becoming heavier and by the growing pool on his chest from Jake’s leaking cock. Jake really wanted to try it too, but was too afraid of hurting Tyler to suggest it himself.            Tyler was right, and Jake knew it. If they were going to do this it had to be now, before Jake got even bigger. Jake knew he would regret it for the rest of the life if he missed his one chance to do it with Tyler. That line of thinking caused Jake to pause for a second. He was so large already and yet he knew he was going to get bigger; he welcomed it in fact. Somehow he felt that maybe he should be worried about this, but he really wasn’t.             “Ok. Fine, but you’ll have to let me work. I won’t be going in until I am sure you can handle it.” Tyler was beaming with joy at the news. “Go on. Get on the bed. I’ll get a bottle.” Jake gestured over to the bed, but Tyler just stood there and gave him a questioning look. Tyler then gestured downward. Jake followed Tyler’s gesture and looked downward. Oh right, Tyler couldn’t really go anywhere with Jake still riding his shaft like a seesaw.             Once Jake climbed off his dick, Tyler scurried off to the bed and lay down on his back. Man this bed reeked, it was so coated in sweat and cum. Tyler doubted he’d ever be able to get it clean, but that was fine with him. He loved it like this. Every breath would be a reminder of his first time with Jake.             Dalton’s breath caught in his throat. Taylor was climbing into bed, and Jack was grabbing the lube. Surely they can’t be planning to do what he thinks they are going to do, right? That’d be impossible, wouldn’t it? Dalton leaned in closer to the screen, and continued to stroke his dick as the anticipation built up inside of him.

Chapter 10 - Geno-type pt. 10

Dalton was not expecting anything more than a quick diversion when he tagged into a game with one of his x-box buds. Buds might be a little too strong a word since they had only ever met in person once; in a friend of a friend sort of way. He knew that they all went to the same school, and would see each other in the halls on rare occasion, but they never really spoke. Every so often they might actually recognize each other in the halls and give a quick nod of acknowledgement.             As the match ended Dalton could hear one of the other team’s players being a total asshat. This kid was going through an entire litany of third-grade level insults culminating with “fags.” Dalton was ready to exit the game, but before he could exit, a video chat window popped up. Dalton recognized the two in the video. The tall brown haired one was his buddy. What was his name? Jack? Sounds about right. And the short blonde one must be his friend, Taylor. Taylor told off that annoying little punk and then turned and planted a long sloppy kiss on Jack’s mouth. So they were officially a couple now? Dalton had heard his friends talking about them in the past. It seems like everyone was waiting for those two to just come out already and make it official. Dalton was happy for them, and a little turned on. That kiss was hot, and neither of them was wearing a shirt which made it easy for him to imagine both of them completely naked. Dalton quickly shook the thought from his mind. It just wasn’t proper to ship friends of friends in such a way. Jack and Taylor left the game, which caused a command prompt to appear on Dalton’s screen. “Your buddy has left the game. Continue playing? [Y/N]” Dalton decided to quit the game, too. After all, he had only decided to play a quick game to take a break from the video editing he was working on; a bit of a hobby of his. Dalton’s x-box returned back to his home page. That was going to be the end of it, but Dalton noticed that he had an active party still open. Curious about what it was, Dalton opened the group menu and saw that the he was still in a party with Jack. That’s right, he had queued with them, and when they left, he had agreed to leave too. Dalton opened the video chat window, and could see that Jack and Taylor were now doing more than just kissing and that they were completely nude. Taylor had pushed Jack further back into he chair so that Dalton could now see halfway down Taylor’s hot ass. The short one is pretty cut, Dalton thought to himself. Dalton full screened the video chat, hoping he could see a bit better. It was then that he remembered all his video programs. He had already linked his x-box to his pc; he could easily run the video chat through his desktop and record it. Dalton had a brief flash of guilt and was about to turn off the video chat, but then he heard Jack’s loud, low moan. That sealed the deal; Dalton quickly flipped the video to play on his PC and set it to record. He was rock hard at this point. There was no way he could just sit and watch as those two went at it. He got out of his chair and began pulling down his pants. For once he actually regretted always wearing these tight pants that show off his physique; they were very difficult to pull off in a hurry. Before too long Dalton had managed to peel off layers of his clothes and was left in just his undershirt and his boxers; the boxers were down around his ankles but still technically on. He began to work his shaft up and down with the left hand while his right hand rubbed the tip in a circular motion. He wished he actually had some real lube because his dick was starting to get a little raw from rubbing it dry. Then he remembered his various eco-friendly plant balms he used for is face. One of these had to work. He dug around through his toiletries for a minute, until he found the one he was looking for; it was a fairly greasy aloe based balm, but it’d work well enough for his current task. He sat back down in his chair and squirted jets of the white cream onto his cock. Wow, this is ironic, he thought to himself. He returned to the show right as Taylor was on his knees trying to deep throat Jack’s member. Two halves of Dalton’s mind were at war with each other. The film nerd and wannabe director were furious about the scene composition.  The entire time he had not even caught a glimpse of either guy’s dick. He could only see Taylor from the back and Jack’s cock was blocked by Taylor. The angle was all wrong too. How were they standing so far apart if Taylor was supposed to be deep throating Jack? Jack’s dick would have to be well over a foot long in order for this to work. The horny teen half of Dalton’s mind picked up on this quickly. Jack is packin’, and Taylor is gobbling that knob like a champ. There was at least a foot left of Jack’s cock that Taylor hadn’t taken yet, and there was no way of telling how much was already in him. Dalton’s cock began to dribble a little at the thought. Dalton was not bad off in that department, his own cock standing tall at a little over eight inches, but he had always been a bit of a size queen. Just thinking about how he knew a guy, well rather, knew a guy who knew a guy, who was packing well over a foot of sausage, got him more turned on than he had been in his life. Taylor had managed to take all of Jack’s cock, and they both came in unison. Dalton could see Taylor guzzling cum like a beast, but he couldn’t see Taylor’s shots. He could tell by the way Taylor was convulsing that he had to be cumming too, but Dalton still could not get any idea for how big he was. There was also the way Jack was standing. It was like he was sitting on something, but there was no way that he was still on that beanbag chair. Dalton’s ability to rationalize the scene completely faded as Jack pulled out and began blasting Taylor in the face. Jack was spraying like a fire hose, and his dick wasn’t that much smaller than one. Dalton lost it upon seeing such a massive cock even for a brief fleeting instant. He came hard, harder than he could ever remember cumming in his life. Three long solid shots into the air, all of which hit him in the face. He slunk back in his chair as he tried to catch his breathe and basked in the afterglow. Those two were still shooting. Dalton’s mind was foggy but some portion of his brain was still trying to analyze this scene with a scholarly fascination. Now that Jack had moved and sat down on Taylor’s stomach, Dalton could see another gusher behind them. This spray seemed even larger. It was hard to tell, due to the angle, but it looked like it was coming from behind Jack’s head. Dalton watched in awe as Jack leaned forward to snowball with Taylor. He caught a brief glimpse of what had to be the largest cock he had ever seen in his life. It had to be well over three feet tall; probably closer to four. Dalton couldn’t be sure of what he was seeing. He was too tired. His eyes were unable to focus well enough to see even if his glasses hadn’t been coated in his own spunk. Dalton couldn’t help feeling that this is probably how people who saw Bigfoot felt. Well, if the people who saw Bigfoot had some sort of autoerotic reaction to the sighting; which is believable given how obsessed people who claim to have seen Bigfoot seem to be. It would also explain why none of them could hold the damn camera still. It’s hard to steady a camera with one hand, especially if the other hand is causing your whole body to rock.   Eventually, Dalton managed to catch his breath. Jack and Taylor were already fast asleep in each other’s arms. God, those two were adorable. It’s no wonder all of Dalton’s friends have been waiting for them to get together. Dalton picked up his scarf from the pile of clothes next to him and wiped off his face and glasses. He had waited a little too long and his cum had already begun to cake on. He could wait and wash his face more thoroughly later, but his glasses needed more immediate attention. The cum was stuck on their pretty well. All he managed to accomplish by wiping them off was smearing it around a little. His glasses were now streaked with jizz. Dalton would not be able to see anything until he got this cleaned off.  Dalton’s shirt felt wet and sticky and so he pulled it off and dumped it into the hamper. He threw his boxers in there while he was at it. They were also too dirty to put on, and wearing them around his ankles like some sort of prisoner’s manacles was just silly. Since Dalton knew he had the place to himself tonight he decided against putting any clothes on. The breeze felt nice against his bare skin. Dalton was already thinking about doing this more often. Well the streaking bit, not the creeping on his social circle thing; although, if they left the cam running every night, he could make a habit of that too.   Since he was already up it seemed like a good time to get some dinner. He heated up a large cup of coffee and slipped some pop tarts into the toaster; one can’t be organic all the time. While these things heated up he washed his glasses in the sink. A lot of hot water and a little glasses spray, and they were good as new. Once his food and coffee were ready, Dalton went back up to his room to get back to work. He made sure to shrink down the feed from Jack and Taylor and lock it into the foreground; this way he could easily keep an eye on them and still keep working. The next few hours were pretty uneventful. Dalton kept editing away at his video; fixing the sound, cutting down scenes, adjusting the filters. He would occasionally see a little bit of movement in the corner of his screen from his accidental spy-cam. Those two were fast asleep, but they would still steal kissed from each other; the way they were so lovey-dovey with each other would be disgusting if it wasn’t so adorable. Finally Dalton saw some real motion. The short one was awake. Taylor was up and already at it. ‘That horny little bugger.’ Dalton thought to himself as he watched with a bemused smirk. Tyler’s eyes groggily fluttered open. The first thing he was greeted with upon waking up was the sight of Jake’s face. They had apparently shifted in their sleep so that their faces were nearly touching. Tyler closed the gap and planted a quick kiss on Jake’s lips; after all, they were already in position. It would be a shame to waste it. Tyler was never one to leave things well enough alone, though, and continued kissing a trail across Jake’s body. He worked his way down from the lips, onto Jake’s chin, down his neck. As Tyler worked on the nape of Jake’s neck he could feel his lover stir; a sensual groan escaped his mouth. Jake was still asleep, but not for long from the looks of it. Tyler looked down at Jake’s lengthy cock. It was beginning to twitch and engorge. As Tyler watched Jake’s huge dick swell into a massive semi, he caught a red blinking light out of the corner of his eye. That’s right. He had left the console on and the camera with it. As his eyes adjusted he noticed something else. He was still signed into an active party. Tyler did not recognize the name. It must have been one of Jake’s friends. Tyler looked into the camera and said “So then, AERO-IMPERIAL, are you still watching? I hope we gave you a show you’ll never forget.” Dalton saw Taylor look directly into the camera and say something. He couldn’t tell what, though; their headsets had fallen off early into their love making. Taylor did not seem to be mad, though. Quite the opposite judging from the lascivious grin that he shot the camera. Dalton’s breath caught in his throat as Taylor stood up. He was finally getting to see Taylor’s massive cock, and massive it was. It was huge, impossibly huge. His balls were so large and full that they reached below his knees. They had to be as large as beach balls. Not the little kind either; we’re talking full size party balls. Dalton could feel his mouth water and the back of his throat begin to get tight. Taylor’s cock was as thick as one of his legs and about as long as one. Dalton could not see just how long Taylor’s dick was because the picture stopped about halfway down Taylor’s shins. Dalton’s own dick was already rock hard even though he’d just cum more than he ever had before a few short hours ago; his balls still ached from being drained so dry. Tyler walked slowly towards the camera. He wanted to make sure his little voyeur had a nice good look at him, but also he could feel the tip of his dick scraping across the floor; if he went too fast he risked getting a carpet burn. By now Tyler has mastered a slow swaying stride which accentuated the sheer magnitude of his meat, but it was probably unnecessary. No one could deny how huge he was. Taylor’s face stopped just inches from the camera. He put a finger over his lip in shushing gesture. This gesture seemed fairly unnecessary because no sounds he made could be heard on the other side, but his ability to think ground to a halt as the camera angle shifted. The camera panned over to where Jack was asleep. He had slid down the bean bag and was now more reclining against it. The camera zoomed in to Jack’s ankles, but then slowly moved up his legs. Dalton could see the tip of Jack’s cock come into view before even his knees did. The camera continued to follow Jack’s penis all the way up to his wild bush. Jack was nowhere near as big as Taylor was, but he was still far larger than any normal guy could ever hope to be.  The camera quickly zoomed back out again. Dalton was not ready. He wished to gaze upon that magnificent dick some more, but Taylor’s face came back into view. The mischievous grin he had and the sly wink he shot the camera let Dalton know there was more to come. The camera panned over and focused in on the bed on the far side of the room. Dalton understood. He had front row tickets to the second cumming.             

Chapter 12 - Geno-type pt. 12

“Nope. Flip over. I’m going to need easy access.” Jake commanded. Tyler begrudgingly agreed. He had really wanted to be able to look Jake in the eyes while they did this, but that would probably have been impossible anyway. Tyler’s cock was so huge it would have covered his face.              Tyler rolled himself over onto his stomach. Well, not exactly onto his stomach. He rolled himself over so that he was lying on top of his dick. The shaft was so massive that he could rest his head on the flared out tip as if it were a pillow; a warm, soft, sweaty pillow. He was able to position his legs so that his feet could touch the bed on either side of his massive balls, but only just barely. Tyler’s balls had a combined width roughly twice as wide as his hips. He had to swing his legs to either side of it and ride his own massive sack as if it was a horse.             Jake couldn’t help but think that Tyler looked like he was riding a giant wang-shaped light-cycle. What with how Tyler was laying pressed down low and flat against it; gripping tight with his arms and legs just to keep from falling off. Jake chuckled to himself as he picked up a bottle of lube and squirted some into Tyler’s puckered hole.             “Sweet Jegus that’s cold!” Tyler shouted with a quick shiver.             “Are you going to bitch the whole time? If you really don’t want to do this, I am sure we can think of something else.” Jake snapped the lid of the lube bottle shut extra loudly as he teased Tyler. Jake was now in a position of power over Tyler. It was a position he was not in very often, and he was going to be sure to enjoy it.             Jake slipped his first two fingers in, but he could already feel the muscles tightening. “You’re going to have to relax. You’ll just hurt yourself if you clench up like that.” Jake explained calmly to Tyler as he continued to work at the muscles in Tyler’s ass. “Think like you are letting things out of you. Don’t force it though. Think of it like relaxing your muscles outward. There we go. You’re getting it now, but if you fart in my face I am going to shove my fist down there and punch you in the kidney.” Jake gave Tyler a little pinch on the cheek to simultaneously show that he was joking and that he meant business. Tyler had never encountered this side of Jake. He knew that Jake had a little bit of a kinky side, but not to this extent. Tyler kind of liked it. “So… Push out to go in? What is this some kind of Chinese finger porno?” Tyler was trying to keep up his smart ass act, but his voice faltered a bit. He was really unsure about this now. Jake made it seem so amazing, but so far Tyler hadn’t felt anything good about it. He tried to take Jake’s advice and let his muscles relax, though.             Jake could feel Tyler stop fighting him so he was able to slip the first to fingers in from the other hand as well. Jake began making really good progress after that. He got is fingers in there and kneaded around the inner lining of Tyler’s hole. The steady massaging of the muscles caused them to relax and stretch out even more. The ring became steadily wider and soon Jake was able to get his whole hand in there. Jake was actually amazed at how easy it was to stretch Tyler’s muscles out. It made Jake think that maybe Tyler had a little bit of practice after all; not nearly as much as Jake, obviously.             Tyler felt a shock run up his spine as Jake pressed his balled up fist against his rear hatch. It hurt. Not a lot, but there was definitely pain there. It was like stretching before a workout, but these were muscles he had never stretched before. They were stiff and tight and refused to stretch as far as he wanted them to. Now Tyler really understood why Jake was so hesitant. He would have to stretch these muscles regularly for weeks to get as limber as Jake was, but Tyler was determined to do this today.             “Ok, now you need to relax your back a bit.” Jake said as he placed his free hand on the small of Tyler’s back and pushed down gently.  Tyler wanted to comply, but he was using all his muscles just to keep his balance. He felt like if he loosened up his back he’d lose his perch and fall right off.             “Your back is arched upwards like a frightened cat. That’s a great way to get yourself hurt. Come on, try rolling forward.” Jake pushed Tyler forward gently; just enough to get the momentum going. Tyler slid forward off of his immense balls. This new position was a little uncomfortable for Tyler. He tried to shift his weigh a bit so that he could steady himself atop his giant cock. Tyler was so focused on situating himself comfortably he barely felt his dick shifting under him. Tyler managed to swing his legs off of his enormous nuts and push his legs out behind him so that the balls of his feet could touch the bed; providing enough of a counterbalance for Tyler to rest comfortably on his own shaft.             Tyler heard a dull thud as the head of his cock smacked up against the headboard. This surprised him a little. Tyler did not think he had shifted forward enough for the tip of his dick to bump the headboard; let alone for it to be mashed up as tightly against it as it currently was. Tyler didn’t pay too much attention to it, though; he was more focused on how embarrassing this position was for him. His ass was now the highest point of his body. Not only that, but the position he was in made it very hard to move; he was stuck straddling his own dick. Tyler was now completely at Jake’s mercy.             Jake was glad that he had managed to slip his fist a little farther into Tyler before pushing him forward. When Tyler began to slide forward off of his balls he tensed up unintentionally. If Jake still had had his fist partway inside of Tyler, Tyler could have been hurt pretty badly. Instead, Tyler had clenched up around Jake’s much narrower wrist. Jake briefly considered pulling out, but realizing that he was already in a very good position, chose to go deeper instead.             Tyler was expected Jake to pull out once he was fully settled in place. Tyler wasn’t sure how he felt about having a hand shoved up his ass. It didn’t hurt, per se, even when Tyler had accidentally tightened up around Jake’s arm. It was just odd. Tyler could feel Jake begin to move some more as he finally managed to relax again. ‘This can’t be right’ he thought. It feels as if he is going… deeper. Right as Tyler was realizing what was happening he felt Jake’s hand brush against something deep inside of him. It sent a shock of pleasure through his entire body.             Tyler let out a quick shot; short by his standards anyway. The way the tip of his penis was pushed against the headboard caused his slit to be aimed almost straight up. He watched in awe as a single, massive, gooey strand launched from his cock. Tyler felt like he was watching it in slow motion; like it was one of those slow motion cams they used on National Geographic to film hummingbirds or something. His slit was less than a foot from his face, probably only 8 or so inches away. He could see it all up close in full HD. He tried to follow the shot as it arced into the air, but his eyes could only roll back so far; his neck was already tilted back as far as it could go due to the position he was resting in.             After the stream ended, time seemed to return to normal. Tyler immediately felt the large, warm, sticky mass land right in his hair with a loud plop. There was a lot of it, especially from such a short burst. Tyler could feel it running down the side of his face, and he loved it.             Jake was already up to almost his elbow when he felt Tyler shudder violently. He watched in awe as Tyler let slip a quick burst of jizz that arced skyward and splashed into Tyler’s own hair. “I guess I don’t need to ask how it feels.” Jake said; with a teasing tone. Jake was trying to cover up his own jealousy. “I wish I could say that my first anal orgasm was that good.” Jake slipped his hand out from Tyler’s ass; Tyler’s hole sucked on Jake’s hand as it cleared the last ring of muscles.             Jake leaned in close to Tyler and whispered into his ear “But that’s just a taste of what’s to come.” Tyler let out a little whimper as Jake scooped up a glob of cum from Tyler’s hair and fed it to him. Tyler couldn’t respond even if he wanted to. He was too busy licking Jake’s fingers clean.             Jake scooped up the rest of the cum from Tyler’s hair and began sucking it off his own fingers. Jake just loved the way the flavors of Tyler’s saliva and spunk mixed together on his hand. Jake then picked up the bottle of lube and poured some more into Tyler’s now stretched out hole. Tyler shivered as he felt the cool liquid seep deep inside of him. Jake then poured the rest of the bottle up and down the length of his own massive cock. “Are you ready for the main event?” Jake asked with a feigned cocky attitude. He wished he could pull it off as well as Tyler did. Jake’s voice faltered a bit as he tried to tease Tyler. He really wanted to be sure Tyler was ready, but he didn’t want to worry Tyler with his own misgivings. Jake took a deep breathe as he pressed his cock head against Tyler’s stretched out hole. Tyler inhaled sharply as he felt Jake’s dick begin to slip in. It was much larger than Jake’s fist. For a brief moment he wondered if this really was such a good idea, but all his doubts vanished once Jake’s head slipped all the way in. Once the tip was in the rest slid in very smoothly. Tyler could feel his insides stretch out to accommodate Jake’s thick tool. Jake’s shaft brushed past Tyler’s sweet spot and kept on going. Tyler’s mind was almost too far gone to process any of this. That would have to mean that Jake’s dick was longer than his forearm; a lot longer by the feel of it. Jake’s kept pushing in, deeper and deeper; still savoring the bit of Tyler’s cum in his mouth. Finally he felt his balls slap up against Tyler’s. He still had several inches left to go before he had managed to bury his sword up to the hilt, but he was getting close now. Tyler could feel the heavy slap of Jake’s nuts against his. He had to be almost in, right? And yet Tyler could still feel Jake sliding farther and farther in. Tyler was losing any and all control of his body. He was starting to convulse, his eyes rolled back in his head, and a stream of drool began to trickle out the side of his mouth. He had never dreamed he could feel so full. The pleasure was too much for him; his cock was already streaming pre and was going to blow at any second. Finally Tyler felt a tickle on his butt cheeks as Jake’s wild bush brushed up against him. Jake was finally all the way in. Tyler immediately began firing wildly. He just couldn’t hold back any longer as jet after jet fired skyward. Each burst was bigger than the last. Jake could feel Tyler’s body rocking wildly as he finally managed to plant his dick all the way in. Jake was actually surprised they had made it, but Tyler never did back down from a challenge. Jake was beginning to lose the ability to think as well now that Tyler was convulsing so wildly. Jake could feel as every muscle in Tyler’s torso clenched and released around the entirety of his humongous dick. Jake couldn’t hold it in anymore, nor did he want to. He fired shot after hot, gooey shot deep inside his lover. Tyler could feel the warmth spreading deep inside of him, and this somehow made him cum even harder. Tyler’s jets blasted upwards; plastering the wall, the ceiling, raining down upon both of the boys in heavy globs. Jake had been holding onto Tyler’s hips as he entered, but now that the hard part was over he could afford to let go with one of his hands. Jake needed to have some more of Tyler’s cum. It was raining down all around him, but he had only managed to catch a few scattered glops in his mouth. Using his now free hand he began scooping up gobs of cum and alternating between feeding it to Tyler and drinking some himself; all while thrusting his dick in and out of Tyler. Tyler could feel Jake’s dick thrusting inside him; all that pent up jizz being whipped into a froth. It felt too good for words. Tyler wasn’t even fully capable of thinking of words at this point; his mind had shut down to the point where he was living off of just sense data. The pleasure was so much that he had gone into full sensory overload. Tyler felt Jake’s warm and sticky hand brush up against his mouth and he began instinctively licking and sucking it clean. He slurped up large puddles of his own spunk and sucked each of Jake’s fingers completely clean. Jake slurped down more handfuls of jizz as he plowed Tyler over and over again. Tyler had stopped spasming so violently, but he was still gushing cum. Jake was starting to get tired, and felt it might be about time for him to pull out. It was starting to feel a little too tight inside of Tyler anyway. Was it because of the gallons of cum Jake had fired inside of Tyler? That had to be it; Jake could already feel it leaking out of Tyler’s plugged hole and flooding out onto the sheets. Tyler could feel something strange inside of him. He was getting fuller by the second. His insides were being stretched more and more with each thrust. Tyler’s mind was starting to reboot itself, and he was almost capable of rational thought again. Jake’s hand was stretched out in from of him again; another dripping offering was being presented. Tyler, again, greedily slurped it up. As he licked Jake’s hand he could taste everything, Jake’s sweat, Tyler’s own cum, and Jake’s saliva mixed in. It slowly dawned on Tyler what was happening. Had Jake really not made the connection yet? Maybe he was just too lost in his own pleasure to realize what was happening. Maybe Jake had underestimated the potency; these effects were far greater than they had ever been before. Tyler could feel Jake’s member swelling even more inside of him. The pleasure was too much for Tyler to rationalize anymore. Let whatever happens happen. If he was to be split open by his lovers growing cock so be it; Tyler couldn’t imagine a better way for it to end. Jake was running on empty now. He was still cumming, but he didn’t have the stamina to keep thrusting, Jake decided to use the last of his strength to pull out. Inch after inch Jake continued to withdraw his still throbbing erection. Jake didn’t remember it being this big before; this thick; this long. It was obvious he had grown some more, but this much? Why? Jake had walked himself backwards all the way off the end of the bed. He was standing at the foot of the bed as he withdrew the last few inches from Tyler’s now ravaged hole. Jake could see his cock swelling visibly before him. Jake was still shooting, but he had begun to slow down. Tyler was too far gone to be coherent, but Jake could still make out a pleading whimper coming from his boyfriend. All that and he still wanted more? Jake dared not push back in, but he could oblige in other ways. Jake pushed his long hose up against Tyler’s hole without actually entering him. Jake continued to fire long jets of cum down the ravaged, gaping chasm that was Tyler’s ass. Tyler let out a sigh of relief as he could feel himself being pumped full gallon after gallon of hot cum. Jake couldn’t help but think of how it seemed he was pumping Tyler full of jizz in much the same way he would top off his jeep at the gas station. Speaking of which, it seems he actually managed to top off Tyler, too. Jake was finally spent, and his gigantic dick was now deflating rapidly. As he withdrew his deflating cock, he could see Tyler was completely overflowing with cum. Jake couldn’t dump more into him, even if he had the stamina to go on. Jake was tired, every muscle in his body was ready to give out on him, but he couldn’t turn his brain off. This last fuck was the craziest thing to happen yet, and given the state of this whole evening, that is saying a lot. The sensations were so intense, and his latest growth spurt was far beyond anything he had felt so far. Jake sat down on the end of the bed and looked down at all three of his legs; they draped over the foot of the bed and rested heavily on the floor beneath him. His dick was now longer than his leg while soft. He tried to wrap his head around that, but quickly realized it was not in his best interest to dwell on it. It’s not like his dick was the only problem. Jake had to sit down with his legs spread as far apart as they would go to make room immense balls. How big were they now? Beach balls? Maybe. Possibly larger. Jake turned around as best as he could and looked at Tyler. Tyler was unconscious, but still squirting. His jets were starting to die down, but he was still hard. Jake got a good look at his position. It was really comical to look at. Tyler’s balls were now so large that his feet were no longer touching the ground. His body was draped haphazardly over them, with his ass straight up; filled to the brim with Jake’s cum and exposed to any and all who would walk by. The top half of Tyler’s body was resting against his colossal shaft. Tyler’s arms were draped over either side of it. He no longer had to hold to it to keep is balance; the shaft was wider than even Tyler’s shoulders. Tyler’s dick stretched outward, past his head, up against the headboard, and then it had to angle up because it had nowhere else to go. Jake couldn’t imagine how much having a hard-on of that size bent like that had to hurt, but Tyler seemed to be doing OK. If anything Tyler looked pleased with himself. Tyler was passed out with a goofy grin plastered across his face; and sticky, white fluid plastered across everything else. Jake just stared in awe. Tyler’s dick had to be bigger than his whole body. Slowly the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Jake already knew that contact with Tyler’s cum could cause growth. Ingesting it seemed to speed up the process, but Tyler had been steadily growing the whole time. This must have greatly increased the potency. Jake crawled up on the bed beside Tyler. The exhaustion was getting to be too much, and whatever happened next they would be ahead to wait until they were both awake to figure it out anyway. Jake cuddled up as close as he could to Tyler, wiped off a spot on Tyler’s cheek, and gave him a quick peck before passing out. Tyler was actually hovering in the realm between being asleep and awake. His body had shut down, but his mind was fighting to remain alert. He needed to be able to get up at a moment’s notice. He felt his cock give one last half-hearted spurt and then begin to deflate. Shortly after he felt Jake crawl up next to him and kiss him on the cheek. Tyler fought off the exhaustion for a few more minutes as he waited until he was sure Jake was asleep. Tyler rolled himself out of bed; quite literally in this case. He needed to get enough inertia going that he could roll himself off of his enormous wang. Tyler managed to roll onto his back and then felt the momentum cause his cock to roll over him and off the edge of the bed. His giant dick landed with a thud against the floor. Tyler quickly looked over at Jake to be sure the noise hadn’t woken him up. Tyler let out a sigh of relief as he saw Jake still sleeping like a baby; a very hot, and very, very, well hung teenage baby. Tyler looked down at the several feet of cock sprawled out in front of him. His dick had to be bigger than the rest of his body. Tyler could not help but beam with pride. Those NBA players may be able to tease Tyler about his height, but what would they say when they came face to face with a cock that is taller than they are? Tyler would show those chumps how a real champ shoots and scores. Tyler managed to get to his feet. He was sore all over from the hottest fuck he had ever had. His insides felt like jelly, and his asshole was aching. Despite the pain, though, he felt amazing. His massive balls were already full and ready to go again. His several long feet of cock were tingling with arousal. He could still feel the warmth of Jake’s cum packed inside him; wow did that boy ever fill him up. Tyler thought he might never get it all out of him, and he was perfectly cool with that. Dalton watched in awe as Taylor stood up. He was even bigger than before. Dalton still couldn’t process it. He had even watched as Jack and Taylor’s equipment grew and grew. Now that he was seeing all of Taylor’s inhumanly long schlong spread out before him, Dalton couldn’t do anything but stare. He wished more than anything to get out of his house right now, run over there, and join them. He would run across the city naked if he had to, but he had no idea where the video was being taken from. He had no choice but to worship these glorious cocks from afar. Taylor mouthed something to the camera. Dalton could not hear what it was, but the cocky look on Taylor’s face made it completely obvious. “Are you still watching?” Dalton nodded slowly even though he knew that Taylor could neither see nor hear him. Tyler swaggered slowly over to the camera; more and more of Jake’s cum seeped out with every step. Tyler’s monstrous dick dragged lazily behind him with each step. Tyler got up to the camera and leaned in close to it. He shot the camera the most seductive wink he could and said with a grin “Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did… but I’m not sure that’s possible.” Taylor was speaking very slow and deliberately into the camera. Dalton was able to understand every word of it, despite the lack of audio. He again nodded weakly in agreement. “I have another surprise for you. Call it a going away present.” Taylor mouthed with that same cocky grin on his face. Taylor turned around; slowly and seductively. Dalton watched in fascination has Taylor’s fine ass filled the entire frame. Taylor massaged his cheeks, still trying to put on a show to be remembered, and then spread them wide. Dalton could see that Taylor’s ass was wrecked. It would take weeks to recover from the drilling he received; if he ever recovered, that is. Taylor dug his fingers in deeper and deeper. Dalton could do nothing but watch in awe as a wave of cum seeped out of Taylor’s ass. Dalton was not ready for it to end when Taylor eventually turned back around and peered into the camera. Taylor then placed two jizz-coated fingers up to his brow in a sort of salute and gave one last devious wink. The video feed then immediately went blank. Dalton collapsed back into his chair. His cock was still rock hard. It continued to try and fire shot after blank shot, but his balls were bone dry. His dick was rubbed red and raw. It was going to be sore for at least a week; he could already tell. Dalton wasn’t too upset by this, though. He was glad to have been able to witness such an amazing scene, but he wished he could do more. He wished he could find these guys and worship their magnificent cocks in person. It could happen, he realized. He had seen Jack around the school before. They were at least amiable acquaintances. He would just have to work at ingratiating himself with them. Yes! This could work. With that, Dalton drifted off to sleep in his chair with renewed hope for tomorrow. 

Chapter 16 - Geno-type pt. 16

Sam was already ten minutes late for his last class period, but he wasn’t in any hurry to get there; he had a pass after all. Part of Sam wanted to just leave now and get ready for tonight, but he knew that that wasn’t really an option. He lived too far away from school to walk it. Well, he could walk it, but by the time he got home it would have been quicker to wait for the bus.             There was also that little detail about today being the final lab project. If he skipped class he would have to do a make-up lab. It was just all around easier to go now and do it in a group.             Sam got to the chemistry lab and walked right in. The teacher gave him a look of disapproval; obviously she was upset that Sam was so late for a final project. Sam just flashed his slip of paper from the principal’s office and set it down on her desk. Looking around the classroom Sam could see that his normal lab partner had been reassigned to a different group. Sam figured he’d be going it alone for this project and grabbed a worksheet from the stack on the teacher’s desk and then went to take a seat at an empty lab station.             “You’ll need a partner for this exercise, Sam.” The teacher said. She then looked around the class. Pretty much all lab groups were comprised of three people, with a few scattered groups of two. “Do we have any volunteers from the full groups to help Sam with this project?”             Sam would have much rather just joined one of the groups of two and made it easier, but he supposed that the teacher didn’t want to give him ten minutes of free work. Sam figured he’d end up in one of the other groups anyway since no one would want to start their lab over.             A single hand rose from the back of the room. Sam was slightly surprised, but the only indication of it on his face was a slightly raised eyebrow. Sam didn’t know this guy; not well, anyway. Sure, they had had the same class all semester, but Sam was not the most outgoing individual.             The other guy had very sandy brown hair that was mashed into a beige beanie. What bit of his hair that was visible under the beanie was wild and unkempt; it curled upwards in the back, and the bangs swished outwards in the front. Pretty much all of his clothes were light earthy tones; tan blazer, tight, brown pants, a grey V neck, and a beige scarf. Like Sam, he had glasses, but his were thin-framed and very circular. They looked like something that John Lennon or Harry Potter would wear.             Now that Sam noticed the guy he noticed something else, too. He had not stopped staring at Sam the entire time. Well to be more precise, his eyes were glued to the massive outline of Sam’s cock that was clearly visible through his jeans.             “Very well then, Dalton.” The teacher gestured for the boy in brown. “Take your papers and join Sam at the other lab station.”             Dalton couldn’t believe his luck. He had always thought Sam was kind of cute, but he had never expected him to be packing as much as he was. Not as big as those dudes last night, but let’s be reasonable. At least, Sammy boy here was well within the realm of physical possibility. It was like there was a big dick pandemic and Dalton was given front row seats.             Sam thought that Dalton seemed decent enough, but there was something about him that didn’t sit right with him. Dalton came up and extended his hand for a handshake with Sam. Sam returned the handshake and then took his seat. They had to hurry if they were to make up for lost time.             Dalton could tell that Sam was giving him the silent treatment; then again Sam gave everyone the silent treatment. Dalton would have to play his cards right. The one major advantage that Dalton had going for him is that he already knew that Sam was gay. Everyone in school knew it, actually.             Sam began setting up the various beakers and burners needed for this experiment. Judging from the worksheet it seemed very basic; mix two chemicals, heat, and stir. They should be able to get this finished in record time. Sam wasn’t even sure why the teacher had made him take a partner. Sam would probably end up doing all the work by himself.             The experiment itself went very quickly. Sam heated up both of the chemicals and poured them into a large beaker. The new liquid began bubbling violently and changing colors.             Sam was too fixated on the class work for Dalton’s tastes. He would have to find some way of getting Sam to open up. “I like your piercings.”             “Thanks” was the only response that Sam gave.             “Those are new, aren’t they?” Dalton asked, noticing that there was still a little redness around some of the piercings; especially the two on Sam’s lower lip.             “I just got them a week ago.” Sam was going to leave it at that, but he could tell that Dalton was genuinely trying to get him to talk. Sam forced himself to give up a little more information. “For my birthday. My dad said I could get pierced once I turn sixteen. So on my birthday he took me in and paid for them.”             “Well, it looks really cute on you.” Dalton was watching Sam’s reactions like a hawk. As much as Sam liked to give off this aura of not having any emotions, Dalton knew better. When Dalton referred to Sam’s piercings as cute, Sam bit his lower lip a bit. Dalton knew he was getting somewhere. Dalton leaned in closer and whispered into Sam’s ear. “Or maybe it’s just you who are cute.”             Sam didn’t respond to this, but Dalton could tell it was working. Sam’s cheeks started to redden a bit, even though he still had the same look of calm determination on his face.             “ Do you have any tattoos?” Dalton asked.             “None, yet.” Sam replied. Then after a brief pause he explained. “I would love to get some, but my dad says I have to wait until I am eighteen.”             “Ah. You’d look great with some tattoos. Maybe one on that nice ass of yours.” Dalton said seductively. Sam’s face turned another shade of red.             Sam was not used to this sort of attention. He didn’t dislike it, but he was well outside of his comfort zone. Sam had to admit that Dalton was pretty cute, though. Sam could feel his dick twitching and coming to life. Sam really didn’t want to bone in the middle of class. It was hard enough to hide his bulge when he was soft. He wouldn’t be able to hide it from anyone if he got hard.             Dalton could actually see Sam’s piece swelling in his pant leg. Dalton was getting turned on too, but he figured he could use this to his advantage. Dalton sat up in his chair and placed his hand gently on Sam’s leg. Under normal circumstances this would be a harmless enough gesture, but because of Sam’s impressive semi, Dalton’s hand was now resting directly on top of Sam’s dick.             Dalton could actually feel Sam’s dick swelling under the palm of his hand. Dalton rubbed his hand gently up and down Sam’s thigh; rubbing Sam’s cock up and down in the process.             Sam tried his best to finish the project, but the pleasure was getting to be too distracting. He looked over at Dalton sitting next to him. Dalton seemed to be completely focused on doing the lab write-up, but Sam knew better. Sam looked down and could see Dalton’s own large erection tenting in his pants.             The entire class period went like this. Sam sitting at the lab desk trying to hide his erection, while Dalton would walk around and get the supplies they needed and do the writing. Whenever Dalton would drop off another tool or chemical they needed for the experiments, he would be sure to lean in close enough to give Sam’s earlobe a quick nibble before returning to his tasks as if nothing had happened.             Sam was going crazy. Dalton had kept him fully hard for almost the whole hour. Every time he thought he could start to calm down, Dalton would come by and edge him again. Sam had begun leaking already, too. He had never been one to have a lot of precum, but that seemed to change with his latest growth spurt. The wet spot on his leg was getting larger by the second.             Dalton and Sam were the last two students left in the lab. The teacher was just waiting for them to turn in their project so she could leave as well. Dalton finished the last little bit of the write up and was getting up to deliver it to the teacher. He gave Sam’s cock another playful squeeze, but was surprised by how wet it was. Dalton looked down and could see the large pool of pre forming on Sam’s leg.             Sam gave a silent whimper; his eyes were pleading with Dalton for release. Sam’s face had gotten paler than it normally was, and his cheeks were turning bright red. If Dalton didn’t know any better he would be afraid that Sam had a fever.             Dalton pulled his hand away. It was covered in Sam’s pre. Dalton said to Sam “Don’t worry, I’ll handle the clean up.” Dalton discretely licked his hand. Dalton was giving Sam the dirtiest bedroom eyes he could muster while he licked his hand clean. Sam could see what Dalton was doing perfectly, but the teacher was still completely in the dark. This somehow made Sam get even harder.             Dalton turned in the papers, and then went back to the lab. He began gathering up beakers and putting them in the bin to be cleaned; all except for one beaker. Sam wasn’t sure why Dalton would leave an empty beaker on the table, but he soon found out.             Dalton was moving the last burner off the table when he “accidentally” knocked over the last beaker. The beaker tipped over, but it was empty so nothing splashed out on anyone. Dalton yelled as if it had, though. “Oh, shit. Sorry dude.” Dalton grabbed Sam by the arm and lifted him up.             Sam instinctively jumped to his feet. He turned even paler white as the teacher looked over at him; the large pool of pre running down his leg. The teacher just turned to Dalton and asked “Which beaker was that?”             Dalton acted all flustered and confused. “I don’t know. One of the clear ones?”             The teacher shook her head. “That’s half the chemicals we worked with today. Are you familiar with exposure procedures?”             Sam just looked completely bewildered, but Dalton stepped in. “Leave it to me, ma’am. It’s my fault he got soaked anyway.”             The teacher nodded and turned to Sam. “I’ll leave you in Dalton’s care, unless you have any complaints.”             Sam was still a little confused, but he shook his head no. The teacher nodded to him and said “Dalton, help him quickly, we can’t risk prolonged exposure to the skin. I’ll leave you two alone and see to it you are left in private.” She then turned and left the lab.             Sam didn’t even have time to ask Dalton what he was up to because as soon as the door was shut Dalton planted a big kiss right on Sam’s lips. When they broke apart Dalton whispered lasciviously into Sam’s ear as he undid Sam’s belt. “You heard the lady. Off with them.”             Sam finally caught on. Dalton had faked a chemical spill so that Sam would have to strip and decontaminate. Ironically Sam was about to get a lot dirtier than he was before.             Dalton pulled Sam’s pants down around his legs. Sam’s impressive erection sprung free from its denim prison at last. Dalton was in awe of the huge cock that was standing rigid in front of his face. He could not hold back any more. Dalton began licking and sucking Sam’s cock as best he could while pulling off layer after layer of his own clothes.             Sam pulled off his own shirt while Dalton was stripping in front of him. Sam was too lost in his own lust to worry about the ramifications of what they were doing. Sam didn’t really even know this guy, but here they were, getting it on in the chemistry lab.             In a matter of seconds both boys were completely naked and were back to kissing each other. They were both very similar in height which made kissing a lot easier. Dalton pushed in closer and slipped his tongue in. Sam was taken off guard for a second, but then began using his tongue as well.             Dalton could feel Sam’s piercings brushing against his lips and tongue. He would also get a little taste of metal mixed in with Sam’s saliva as they continue to make out. Dalton was really getting into it and began to grind his cock into Sam’s. Dalton’s cock was quite thick for its length and so even though Sam’s dick was twice as long as Dalton’s it was just a little thicker.             Dalton couldn’t believe how long Sam’s cock was; it dwarfed his own. Sam’s dick was also still leaking pre. Dalton had never even managed to cum as much as Sam’s dick had already leaked, and Sam wasn’t even cumming yet.  We’ll just have to fix that. Dalton thought to himself.             Dalton managed to slip out a few words in between kisses. “I need… your dick…” Dalton exclaimed breathlessly. He then broke away from Sam and walked back over to his bag. Dalton had a large messenger bag instead of a normal backpack. Dalton reached into the front pocket and pulled out a bottle. “I just bought this this morning. I never imagined I would be using it already.”             Sam could feel the cool, wet sensation spread across his cock as Dalton poured his lube right onto it. Dalton then returned to passionately kissing Sam while he guided them slowly to the floor. Once Sam was on the floor Dalton grabbed Sam’s cock and held it upright as he slowly brought his ass down on it.             Sam could feel it as Dalton’s ass slowly took in all of is long cock. Dalton’s hole sucked up inch after inch; showing no signs of slowing, until finally Dalton’s ass slapped up against Sam’s large, full balls.             Dalton couldn’t believe how deep it was in there. He had taken all of Sam’s dick easy enough, but this was by far the deepest he had ever been penetrated. He could feel Sam’s dick brushing against the sweet spot deep within him. Dalton began working his hips up and down; letting Sam’s cock slide in and out of him. Dalton could feel the urge to cum rising up inside him, but he still wasn’t fully recovered from last night. He managed to let loose one good, strong shot before he was completely spent again.             The sensation of Dalton’s ass swallowing all of Sam’s cock was beyond anything he could imagine. It was warm and slick, and tight. Add on to this the muscles at Dalton’s hole shifting and sucking as Dalton ride Sam’s shaft up and down. Sam was trying to hold back cumming to make this last as long as he could when he felt Dalton’s jizz splatter across his face. There wasn’t that much of it, and it was fairly clear and thin. Dalton had managed to get good distance though. Sam wiped Dalton’s cum off of his face with his fingers and then licked his fingers.             Sam wasn’t sure what he was expecting from Dalton’s cum, but he had to admit, the taste was not bad. It was salty and bitter, but much mellower than Sam had expected. It was a shame there was not all that much of it.             Sam was also getting really close to cumming as well. He wanted to hold back and keep going as long as he could. Even though Dalton had already gotten off he was still riding Sam’s dick like a champ. Sam watched as Dalton pumped up and down on his shaft; Dalton’s now soft dick was flopping up and down with him as he went. Sam just couldn’t take it any more.             Dalton could feel Sam tense up under him. He knew it was time, and judging by the size of Sam’s large, full balls this would be a shot to remember. Dalton could feel Sam cumming hard inside him. The warm spooge flooding his insides, and churning away as Dalton continued to ride Sam’s cock up and down. Dalton had expected Sam to slow down after two or three shots, but he continued to fire; shot after gooey shot.             Dalton was getting filled to capacity. He could feel the excess spooge leaking out of him even though Sam’s dick had plugged him up pretty tight, and yet Sam was still cumming. Dalton was loving the sensation and was starting to get hard again as he felt the warm froth leak out of him.             Sam watched in awe as his cum was spilling out of Dalton, but Dalton refused to even slow his pace. Dalton was obviously tiring at this point. His legs were shaking. His pace slowing, but he kept going. Dalton came again, but there was very little to show for it; just a little dribble as his dick spasmed.             After Dalton came the second time, he was just too tired to continue. He slowly lifted himself off of Sam’s still rock hard, and still spurting cock. Once Dalton had completely lifted himself off of Sam’s dick, all that pent up cum inside him started spilling out. There was a lot of it, too. Dalton could feel himself deflating as wave after wave of jizz flooded out his hole and down his legs.             Dalton couldn’t believe that Sam was still cumming, but sure enough, jets of cum were arcing through the air before him. Sam was making a mess of the lab and showing no signs of stopping. Dalton got down on his knees and began sucking the Sam’s cock; swallowing as much of the cum as he could. When he needed a breather he would pull back from Sam’s dick and let it spray all over his face and chest. Dalton wished more than anything that he could have Sam’s stamina and sheer volume of cum.             Finally Sam’s spurts began to slow down and then trickle to a stop. Dalton crawled up next to Sam and kissed him again on the lips. This time Dalton had a little something extra, for Sam, though.             As soon as they locked lips Sam could tell something was different. The taste was completely new. As Sam forced his tongue into Dalton’s mouth he quickly realized what it was. Dalton’s mouth was completely full of Sam’s cum.             Dalton returned the favor and pushed his tongue into Sam’s mouth. The two of them lay there for awhile letting their tongues rub against each other as the mixture of jizz and spit was blended and a foamy froth. Finally when both of them were tired, they broke the embrace and swallowed their halves of the blend.             Dalton got up and wiped as much of Sam’s cum off of his face and chest as he could with his boxers, and then shoved the boxers into his bag. The two boys dressed in relative silence, but one or the other would steal a quick kiss on the cheek when they thought they could get way with it.             Once they were fully dressed, they left the lab as inconspicuously as possible. School was long since over, and the halls were relatively deserted. As the two of them walked down the hallways, Sam finally worked up the nerve to speak.             “Was that a one time thing?” Sam asked. His aloof veneer had crumbled by now, and he was obviously nervous.             “It doesn’t have to be.” Dalton said as nonchalantly as he could manage. Dalton had to admit, he originally just wanted to have a quick one with Sam because of Sam’s huge cock, but now that they had done it, he was seeing a different side to Sam. Sam’s normally stoic appearance had faded, leaving a nervous and blushing kid. Dalton genuinely thought Sam was adorable. It had been a long time since Dalton had had anything other than a one night stand.             “So should we switch numbers or something?” Sam said while he fumbled through his bag for a piece of paper.             “I’ll do you one better.” Dalton said as he pulled out his phone and typed in it and then handed it to Sam. Sam could see that it was already set up for Sam to type in his own phone number into Dalton’s contact list. Sam gave the phone back and Dalton began typing again.             Sam’s phone buzzed and so he pulled it and checked it. He had a new message from a new number; he assumed this was Dalton. The message read “See ya later, sexy ;)”             Dalton could see Sam’s cheeks flush a little redder so he knew Sam was reading his message. Dalton brushed back Sam’s hair and kissed him on the forehead.             Sam looked back up to see Dalton backing away with his hand to the side of his head like a telephone as he mouthed “call me.”     

Chapter 20 - Geno-type pt. 20

Despite the bizarrity of it all, today had been the best day Sam had had in recent memory. He might even go so far as to say it had been the best day of his life. He had made two of he best friends he could ever ask for and possibly even snagged a boyfriend in the process.             He wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about his now enormous wang, though. He was overjoyed at the first growth spurt or two; like any guy he had dreamed of maybe adding a few inches to his decent enough manhood but a few feet? This was too bizarre for him. What would Dalton say if he saw Sam sporting a three foot long cock? Sam wasn’t even sure if three foot was a decent estimate anymore. His dick seemed to still be swelling when he had dozed off earlier.             Sam was now mostly alert, but he did not want to wake up. Wherever he was he was just so comfortable. He could lay here forever and he would be content. Sam assumed he was in a bed or something. It was so warm and soft; far squishier than any mattress he had ever been on before. It definitely was not a water bed, either. Whatever this mattress was made out of, it seemed to generate its own soothing heat.             Sam had some sort of large pillow with him that was made out of he same substance. It was about as big around as he was. Sam hugged the pillow close as he continued to lay there. He couldn’t be sure how big it was, but he could feel it pressed tight against his tummy, and it ran stretched upwards enough that he could bury his face into it. He inhaled deeply as his face was pressed into the pillow; it had a distinctly salty smell to it. It almost smelled as if it was coated in sweat and cum. Sam wouldn’t be surprised if it was; probably everything in his room was. He’d have to wash it later, but for now he just wanted to hold it close and soak up the warmth and the aroma.             There was something on top of him, too; like a very heavy, thick blanket. It was incredibly heavy, but Sam didn’t feel like he was in any danger of being crushed; it made it very difficult to move, though. Good thing Sam had no intention of going anywhere anytime soon.             “I can’t believe he is still asleep.” Sam could hear Jake’s voice saying. Jake seemed so far away. It sounded like Jake was trying to keep his voice hushed, but still be audible from across the room. “Should we wake him up?”             “No, I want to see him figure it out.” came Tyler’s reply in a similarly shouted whisper.             Sam really didn’t want to listen to this right now. He dug his head deeper into the pillow, trying to muffle the voices. He had one ear pressed against his mattress and the other pressed into his pillow. Burying his head into the mattress really didn’t seem to help Sam muffle out the voices. It worked alright for blocking Tyler, but Sam could still hear Jake’s voice; more than hear it, in fact. Sam could feel Jake’s voice rumble through his mattress. “Oh, wow. That feels great. I should let him sleep here every night.”             Sam groaned in defeat as he gave up on sleep. It took Sam a second to process what he was seeing, once he opened his eyes. His supposed pillow was actually a giant cock. The tip of it reached well past Sam’s head, and it wasn’t even hard. It must be Jake’s.  That would explain why Sam could hear his voice rumbling through the bed, and why Jake seemed to be enjoying Sam’s fidgeting. Sam chuckled to himself a bit. It really was comfortable sleeping with a giant dick pillow like this. Maybe he would let Dalton get to be this big, and that way Sam could snuggle up against his cock every night.             Sam gave his pillow a firm hug as a sort of thank you for the wonderful nap. He could feel the pressure around his cock as something was rubbing him; probably Tyler trying to get him off already. Sam wasn’t even fully awake yet and Tyler was already being a total horn dog. Sam could feel his pillow and his own cock buck in unison.             Wait. No way. Sam looked over his pillow in closer detail. The pasty white skin; the extra bit of skin sticking out past the tip… This was not Jake’s cock. This was his. Sam could feel his giant dick give a quick buck, almost as if to nod in agreement.             If Sam was now this big, how big were Jake and Tyler? Sam couldn’t help but feel like he was about to find out whether he wanted to or not. Sam tried to turn over so he could get a better look at his surroundings. Whatever was on top of him was just too heavy to allow him enough movement to get free. He managed to turn his neck enough to get a look at it, though.             Sam really felt like he shouldn’t be surprised to see another giant cock pinning him down. After all, that was about par for the course today, but the sight of it still took his breath away. It was huge. No, more than huge; absolutely gigantic. Sam suspected that if he stood up, it would still be taller than he was.             Sam boggled over this for a moment. The dick that was weighing him down had to be six feet across. Thinking back to the boys boasting about their thick dicks in the locker room and how they took pride in their cocks being five or six inches around. Sam was now pinned under one that was almost twenty feet around.             Sam couldn’t be sure whose dick this was. He hadn’t actually been paying enough attention during the day to identify his friends’ cocks based on how much of the head was showing past the foreskin. “Figured it out, have you?” Sam could head Tyler’s voice saying. The giant cock then began to surge back and forth over him. This was obviously Tyler’s dick, and Tyler was as horny and kinky as ever.             Sam could see the top of Tyler’s cock brushing against the ceiling as it rolled back and forth. This caused the skin to peel back and it slide over Sam’s head. Sam could only watch in awe as the fully exposed head of Tyler’s dick passed over top of him only a few inches from he eyes.             This didn’t make much sense to Sam. There was no way that Tyler’s dick was that much over six feet tall. It shouldn’t be hitting the ceiling. The ceiling in this room was a good fourteen feet off the ground. Sam felt a pit form in his stomach as he Jake laughed. Sam felt the laughter more than he heard it; the laughter reverberated through the mattress Sam was pinned against. “Haha. I’d say he has figured it out.”             Sam had been fast asleep on top of Jake’s colossal dick. A dick that was so big, that Sam could rest comfortably on it without fear of rolling off. It was about as wide as a King sized bed, and still soft. If Tyler’s six feet of cock plus Jake’s equaled a good fourteen feet then Jake’s dick must be eight feet in diameter.             Sam could feel Jake thrusting now, too. As his two friends became harder, Sam could feel himself being squeezed tighter and tighter between the two of them. It was becoming a little hard for him to breath. Fortunately, Tyler soon pulled his cock off from on top of Sam. “Getting a little cramped in here, don’t you think?” Sam heard Tyler say.             Sam was glad to be freed. He peeled himself off of Jake’s dick; Sam could see a bit of a red imprint of his body still pressed into Jakes cock as he rolled off. Sam hit the ground with a soggy thud. The carpet was still pretty damp and spongy from all the cum it had soaked up earlier. Sam could actually feel some of it ooze out between his fingers as he pushed himself back up. Sam shakily got to his feet. His dick was rock hard, and it stretched upwards a good foot or two past his head. His balls were now so massive that the rested heavily on the floor, even though Sam was standing fully upright. Sam had really wished his friends couldn’t see him right now. It’s not just the fact that he was now feeling emasculated by his own penis, but also the fact that it was readily apparent to anyone who looked at him, that he was actually enjoying being sandwiched between his two buddies’ cocks. “I told ya he’d love it.” came Tyler’s voice. “Time for phase two.” Sam wasn’t sure he wanted to know what phase two entailed, but he knew he was about to find out anyway. He could feel the ground shake as both Jake and Tyler rolled over on their sides; their cocks flipping over in the process. Sam was now standing directly between the soft, sensitive undersides of his buddies’ dicks. Sam knew what was coming next and braced for impact. Sure enough, Jake and Tyler’s cocks collided, leaving Sam wedged in the middle. Jake and Tyler began to grind against each other; and against Sam by extension. Fortunately for Sam, Jake and Tyler’s dicks were pretty slick from all the sweat and jizz they had accrued over the past hour or so. Sam could feel the cocks sliding across him back and forth. He was able to stand there and let the flesh wash over him, instead of getting rolled back and forth from the momentum flowing in opposite directions. He could especially feel Jake’s cock as it rubbed into the sensitive underside of his own dick. Jake and Tyler thrusted harder and harder; digging in deeper and deeper. Finally Sam could feel Jake and Tyler’s thrusting grind to a halt as the both let loose. Sam could feel the flow of spooge pumping through the giant cocks. This finally put Sam over the edge as well as he joined them by gushing jizz upwards like a fountain. Sam could feel his spurts getting stronger as his balls grew larger and heavier; his shaft lengthening and thickening as well. Jake seemed to be having a similar growth spurt, but on a much grander scale. Sam could feel the ever expanding wall of cock flesh roll over him as it expanded outwards, even after Jake had gone soft. Once Jake seemed to stop expanding, Sam managed to pry himself out from under his friends’ massive dicks. Looking around the room he could already tell that both of them were far too large to fit back through the door. “Uh. Guys? How are going to get out of here?” Jake and Tyler now realized that they had grown a bit too much; too much to be indoors anyway. Jake secretly wished he was growing outside so that he would have miles and miles of terrain in which to expand. Tyler was maybe a little more rational in his thinking that they might have to just keep growing until they broke themselves out of the room they were now trapped in. “I like you guys and all, but I would prefer we not have to break out a wall to get you two out of here.” Sam said as he crawled over the sprawling mass of Tyler’s dick. He had an idea that would hopefully get them down enough in size to force them through the door. Sam didn’t really care if it hurt a little. They really should have thought of that before letting their cocks turn into something out of a Jules Verne novel. Sam knew it was on the wall here somewhere… He’d have to clear a path to it, though. Sam placed is feet against the wall, and pushed his back against Tyler’s cock. Sam slowly and steadily managed to walk down the wall, while rolling Tyler’s massive girth away. Sam found what he was looking for; or rather, it found him. Sam had misjudged his location by about a foot, and so he had stepped right onto the thermostat controls. It was an old, blocky model. It was actually the one from the house, but his dad had moved it out here when he upgraded the garage attic into a loft apartment. It didn’t hurt quite as bad as stepping on a Lego, but it still hurt like a sonnuvabitch. “Sonnuvabitch” is actually exactly what Sam said when he found it. As well as a few extra choice expletive such as “Jesus shit balls” and “cock fucker.” That last one is really an interesting case of the pot calling the kettle black, considering the events in the nurse’s office.   Despite wishing severe harm to befall the infernal contraption that had assaulted his foot, Sam realized he was actually very lucky that the thermostat was in fact unharmed. Sam quickly spun the knob as far to the left as it would go, and almost instantly the fans roared to life. Jets or arctic cold air began to pump into the room. Clouds of mist wafted out of the vents as the moisture in the air began to coalesce. The boys all got very cold very fast; especially their exposed junk. Their cocks and balls began to contract as their equipment tried to huddle in close to their bodies for any warmth it could find. Tyler’s dick had actually pulled in on itself so quickly that Sam lost his footing against the wall and landed flat on his ass with a dull, soggy, thud; at least the jizz pool was still nice and warm. “Sammy, you’re a genius!” Tyler shouted with joy. His dick was now about half the size it was a minute ago and still shrinking down a bit. Sam staggered to his feet, rubbing his sore ass. His dick was now just barely dragging across the ground as he was standing up; his balls had pulled back to almost his knees. “I figured the only way we would get out of here is with a little shrinkage. I gotta say, though. This is more than I expected.” Their shrinkage slowed to a halt in a matter of minutes. Sam’s cock was now a little over knee length. Tyler’s cock was still several feet long, but at least it could fit through a door now. His balls were still so heavy that they dragged across the floor, but they were now only up to about his hips instead of being taller than he was. Jake’s dick was still a few feet longer than Tyler’s, but very easily small enough to clear the doorway. His nuts would be a bit of a problem, though; they barely touched the floor, but that was only due to their pouch holding them up far better than Jake’s or Sam’s did. Sizewise they were far larger than Tyler’s; each one the size of a large bean bag chair. It was still bright and sunny outside, but not for long by the looks of the sun nearing the horizon. Sam went out the door first and ran to the garage to grab an extra sheet; they kept a bunch of sheet in the garage to cover their plants and pipes with if it ever got cold enough to freeze outside. After getting the sheet, he ran back inside and helped Tyler fashion a sling for his nuts so he could walk down the stairs without dragging his balls across the warped and splintery wooden steps. Once his sack was safe and secure, Tyler flung his dick over his shoulder and bounded down the stairs; he was very happy to still be able to move after all the growing he had just done. After Tyler went down, Jake followed. Jake had to drape his dick over both shoulders to keep it from dragging on the ground, but at least his nuts didn’t run the risk of getting skewered with wood shards like Tyler’s had. Jake made it outside easy enough, but he was less pleased than Tyler was. He not so secretly missed his bus sized wang. Sam turned off the AC and opened all the windows in his room before running back down to join the others; hopefully he could air out his room enough and get the smell a bit under control. Cleaning it was going to be a bitch and a half, though. The three boys were now out in the open air, in broad daylight, bare ass naked. It was a good thing that Sam had no neighbors to speak of, but it still would have been very awkward if they were discovered, especially since they were all hung like horses and covered head to toe in spunk. It probably wouldn’t even be accurate to describe them as hung like horses, because even Sam, the smallest of the bunch, put any horse out there to shame. Sam could see that his dad’s car was now in the driveway so he gestured for Jake and Tyler to quietly follow him around the back of the house. As soon as Jake and Tyler turned the corner Sam blasted them head on with an icy cold burst from the garden hose. The frigid water helped to knock off a little bit more of their girth. Tyler quickly charged over to Sam and playfully tackled him; losing his sheet in the process. The three boys played around with hose, half washing all the spooge off themselves, and half roughhousing like kids. It felt great to just cut loose and have fun again. They were so caught up in their fun that none of them noticed Sam’s dad standing there. They all dropped the hose and spun around when they heard the loud deep sound of a man clearing his throat. They all stood there awkwardly with their hands down at their sides. They all realized that it was pointless to even try and cover themselves at their massive sizes. Messing around with the icy water had knocked a few feet off of Jake and Tyler’s dicks and a few inches off of Sam’s, but they were all still far larger than average. Sam’s dad was feeling an odd sense of vicarious pride upon seeing his son’s two foot long soft cock, but when he saw the other two he almost couldn’t even speak. His eyes were transfixed on Tyler’s immense balls. They were still so large that they dragged across the ground, and they were so heavy that they were sinking into the mud as he stood there. Sam never could read his dad’s always stern expression. He was the kind of man who looked dark and brooding even when he was in a good mood. “Uh, hey dad. These are my friends Jake and Tyler.” Sam gestured to each as he named them. Tyler raised his hand high and gave a hearty “’sup”. Tyler could tell that Sam’s dad was staring at his nuts and he was never one to shy away from a chance to show off. Jake just kind of gave a nervous half smile and a weak wave as he stepped over his dick and kicked it behind him in a failed effort to stop drawing attention to his massive endowment. He was actually embarrassed that someone had seen him in such a puny reduced state. Just imagine if Sam’s dad had seen him at his former glory. Sam’s dad nodded to each of them as they were introduced, but kept silent. Sam stepped forward and began speaking again. “We were just having a little fun and got carried away…” His dad’s expression seemed to soften a little. “I was young once, too, you know. I’m just glad to see you smiling again.” Sam turned bright red and looked down at his feet. “Are you going to be staying the night?” Sam’s dad continued as he looked back and forth at his son’s friends. Tyler shrugged and said “Well, I don’t see why not. There’s no homework, and it’s such a nice night out. Perfect for staying out under the stars, and there’s so much room to camp out here.” Sam’s dad just nodded in thoughtful agreement. “Not a bad plan. I was thinking of picking up some pizza from town. I’ll leave you boys alone until I get back here with it.” “Sure thing Mr. Sam’s dad!” Tyler exclaimed happily as he waved bye to Sam’s dad. Once Sam’s dad was back inside Sam fell to his knees in the mud and began moaning “Oh god, I am never going to live this down.” Tyler got down next to Sam and put his arm over Sam’s shoulder. “Why would you want to live this down? Did you see him? He was mad proud of you, bro.” Sam turned and looked at Tyler. He didn’t speak, but gave Tyler a questioning look. “No. I mean it. His little boy is cut and hung. What dad wouldn’t be proud? It makes him look good since you are so big.” Sam managed a slight grin as his cheeks changed to a different shade of red. “Guess we better get camp set up while it is still light out, right?” They all agreed. Sam led them to the garage where they had all the camping gear, and each of them took an armload of supplies. Within minutes they had a nice little camp set up in the back yard; they didn’t bother with a tent since it was so nice out. Sam was sitting on his now unfurled bed roll. He leaned back and let out a long sigh. “Ugh. I needed that.” Jake and Tyler just watched in awe as Sam’s cock and balls swelled up and up. By the time it stopped each nut was the size of a medium sized boulder, and his cock stretched out for ten feet in front of him. “How did you do that?” Jake asked. “Hmm? Oh. It was kind of like I had been holding my breath for so long, and just finally got a chance to let it out.” Jake nodded slowly. He had a very similar sensation going. His own dick and nuts were aching for release as well; as if he was holding them in like breath in his lungs. Jake relaxed his whole body and almost instantly his equipment began inflating. It continued to surge outwards in all directions as he sighed in relief. When his growth stopped, Jake’s balls were now taller tan he was by a several feet. His massive dick was back to being about twelve feet in diameter and stretched out for thirty some feet. Tyler actually had to get up and move out of the way as the surging wall of cock swallowed his sleeping bag. Once the growth stopped, Jake sat there trying to exhale all the air from his lungs. He would breathe in deep and exhale again and again until he got too dizzy to continue. Tyler couldn’t help but laugh. “Looks like you can only unleash to your former size. If you want to get bigger you’ll have to do it the old fashioned way.” Tyler said with a devious grin as he reached down and shook his cock. Tyler had to admit that keeping his junk compressed like this was a little uncomfortable, so he too relaxed and let it all out. His cock and balls expanded rapidly as Jake’s had done. Tyler didn’t get quite as big as Jake had, but he was still plenty huge. His balls were far bigger than he was and his cock stretched out for almost thirty feet. Tyler had this urge to grief Jake by making himself even larger, but he was already quite a bit larger than he had ever wanted to be. Tyler made a mental note to save his growth power for if and when Jake was being an ass about being the biggest kid on the block. Tyler started laughing again, and so Jake asked him what was up. Tyler looked over at Jake and Sam with a mischievous grin on his face. “Just think of what Sam’s dad will do when he sees us like this.” Sam’s face turned completely white as he tried to scramble back to the house “Oh, shit! Help me get the hose!”

Chapter 15 - Geno-type pt. 15

Sam managed to slip into the locker room without being noticed. He was glad that the nurse’s office and the locker room were in the same wing of the school. Sam thought about that for a second, and realized it made a lot of sense; it seemed most likely that people would be injured during athletics than any other time.             Sam entered the locker room and gave a quick peek around. There was a PE class in session judging by all the full lockers, but there did not appear to be anyone actually here. Sam was glad that he was on one of the sport teams and so he had his own private locker. He typically used this locker to store his stuff between classes instead of his Standard issue school locker in the halls; both because these lockers were far larger and because it was not uncommon to get a free shot while changing out books.             Sam slipped his clothing into the locker and grabbed his toiletry basket. Sam was relieved to see that his clothes were relatively untouched by the cumsplosion he had been subjected to just a few minutes before. He also looked over at the clock on the wall and noticed that he had plenty of time before his next class. With a clean set of clothes and plenty of time to prepare, it seemed Sam would have no problem slipping back into class like nothing had even happened.             Sam balled up the sheet he was wearing and tossed it into the dirty laundry bin as he walked by and grabbed a fresh towel from the nearby shelf while he was at it. Sam didn’t even bother wrapping the towel around his waist like he normally did. It would just get dirty if he did that, and nobody was here to see him anyway. Although, Sam secretly wished someone would see him. He had had another growth spurt while he was being blasted by Tyler’s cum. Sam couldn’t tell how big he was exactly, but he could tell he was pretty large. Probably as large as Tyler was when Sam walked in on him yesterday.             Sam took a moment to run that through his mind, it was just yesterday that Sam had seen Tyler in the showers. In the span of one day he had worked up the nerve to talk to his long-time crush, found out his crush was already taken, and then had sex with him anyway. That’s not even mentioning the weird powers that Tyler had gained or the effects they had had on Sam.             Sam entered a stall and turned the water to full blast. He stood there under the torrent while he tried to process what all had happened in the last hour. Sam had been running almost solely off of hormones and adrenaline since he decided to step in and defend Jake. Sam still couldn’t really figure out how or why he acted like he had. Sam had never before actually hit someone; let alone break their face in. Sure, he had sparred in practice, but those were not real fights; everything was controlled and metered.             Sam tried to figure out why he had saved Jake. He should have been angry at Jake for winning Tyler’s affections, right? Instead Sam felt an affinity for Jake. Sam could tell how happy Tyler and Jake were, and Sam just wanted Tyler to be happy; even if it wasn’t with him. Sam remembered watching as Jake and Tyler had kissed. It simultaneously tore at his heart and overwhelmed him with joy.             When that bully took Tyler down with a cheep shot, all Sam felt was anger. Then when Biff had turned on Jake, Sam could see the shock, sorrow, and fear in Jake’s eyes. Sam knew that feeling all too well. It was at that moment that Sam bonded with Jake on an emotional level. In the span of a few seconds Jake had been unexpectedly outed and had to stand and face the unbridled rage of someone who was unwilling to accept him for who he was.            Sam realized that that was the moment that he knew he had to act. Sam had been in the same position before.  The bullies themselves are not so bad. There are a few people who will always find reasons to hate someone else; no one is immune to bullies. Some will hate you because you are popular; others because you are not popular enough. Some will hate you for being short; others for being too tall. The thing that hurts the most is the crowd. The loneliest feeling is knowing that there are several people around, but none would ever lift a finger to help.             Sam washed off the layers of jizz while he continued to ponder. What would his life have been like if he had had friends like Jake and Tyler years ago? What would he be like now? Sam had mastered the art of hiding any sign of emotion from his face long ago. He didn’t understand his own emotions half the time, and he had decided he was better off keeping them hidden. Tyler was different, though. Every thought was clearly visible on Tyler’s face. Tyler never hid what he was thinking, and actually thrived because of it. That is what had attracted Sam to Tyler in the first place. Sam rarely trusted anyone, but he felt that he could trust Tyler from the moment they met. Even after what had happened since yesterday, Sam was still glad he had opened up to Tyler and still trusted him. Sam had wasted enough time in the shower. He had been clean for minutes, already. He was just standing under the flow because it helped calm him as he tried to sort through his thoughts. Sam turned the handle; the stream quickly slowed to a trickle and then stopped completely. He grabbed his towel and dried himself thoroughly. He then began to tie the towel around his waste like he normally did but then had a better idea. Sam flung the towel over his shoulder instead and stepped out from behind the curtain with his newfound glory openly on display. It was towards the end of the current class period, and so the locker room was packed with all the guys who were getting cleaned up after PE. Everyone stopped and stared at Sam as he walked over to his locker. Many of the boys immediately covered themselves up with whatever they had nearby; some out of a sense of inadequacy, but a few others to hide their growing erections. Sam was loving the feeling of being the center of attention. For so long he had done whatever he could to try and just fit into the crowd. He never drew too much attention to himself if he could help it, but he might have to rethink that policy now. Sam’s dick swung heavily with each step. It had to be well over a foot even though it was soft. His softball sized nuts also noticeably shifted in their saggy pouch with every step he took. Sam’s balls didn’t hang very low, but they always looked like they had a bit more skin than they really needed. At his new size this just made his package seem more impressive since the full size and shape of each of his nuts could be seen in great detail. Once Sam got back to his locker he slipped his glasses on and then pulled out some styling cream. He used the little mirror in his locker to fix his hair as he stood completely named in a room full of guys. Out of the corner of his eyes, Sam could catch many of the guys trying to catch a glimpse of his glorious package. This filled him with a sense of pride, but he did not show any of it on his face. Sam was enjoying all the attention, but he knew he was running out of time. He pulled out his clothes and began to put them on. His boxers were still too soaked to be usable so Sam slipped those back into the locker and began pulling on his tight jeans. There was an audible collective sigh of repressed desire as Sam’s firm ass and huge dick disappeared into the fabric of his pants. Sam was a little surprised by just how tight his pants had become. He slipped his hand down the front of his pants and tried to adjust himself as best he could. He finally managed to slip both his dick and balls down his right pant leg. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but it would have to work. His pants were so tight that the outline of his large penis was perfectly visible to anyone who gave him even a passing glance. Sam next slipped his shirt on and began to button it up when he heard his name over the PA. He didn’t even need to hear the last name to know they were calling for him. Even if he hadn’t been expecting to be called in to the principal’s office for awhile now it was obvious it was for him. To the best of his knowledge he was the only person currently enrolled named “Samwise.” Sam figured that would change soon enough. The children born after the Lord of the Rings movies were released would start entering high school soon enough. Sam was one of those rare few who were named for the character in the books. Sam liked his name, even though he rarely went by the full version. When he was really young and the movies came out, he took a certain amount of pride in watching the character on the screen with his name save the day. Being named for a movie character also helped him meet new people, such as the boy who would be his best friend growing up. Han was like Sam in a lot of ways. They were about the same age and had similar hobbies. They also both came from geeky families; as was probably obvious by their names. They did everything together, and when Han enrolled in Boy Scouts, Sam quickly did the same. Sam was now fully dressed and had gathered up all the books he would need for his last class. He started walking to the principal’s office and continued reminiscing about bygone days. Sam was a very different person back then. He smiled a lot and laughed loudly. He trusted easily and forgave quickly. His face was an open book, and Sam willingly let everyone know how he felt. If Sam still had any of the friends that he had had back then, he wondered what they would think of him now. Sam had to wonder, if he still had any of the friends he had had back then would he even be who he was today. Sam arrived at the office and walked right on in. The secretary recognized him immediately and gestured for him to enter the next room. Sam could see the principal sitting at her desk with a police officer standing beside her. The officer nodded solemnly to Sam and the principal gestured to the chair in front of her desk. Sam took the hint and sat down in the chair. “Now, Samwise. You know why you have been called in here, correct?” The principal began. Her voice was terse and stern. Sam just nodded and said “Because I punched someone. Ma’am” Sam’s face remained completely emotionless. The principal nodded and continued, “We have reports that you attacked another student; unprovoked. You admit to doing so, but you have an exemplary record so far. Something doesn’t add up. Why did you attack Graham?” Graham? That’s right. That was Biff’s real name. Tyler had begun calling him Biff to piss him off and it had caught on around school. “He attacked my friends, ma’am.” Sam replied; as stoic as before. “So you attacked him back, out of retaliation?” “No, ma’am. I did it to protect my friends. One of them was already unconscious and he was going to hurt the other one.” This caught the officer’s interest. “You say he was attacking your friends. Did they provoke him in some way?” The officer asked. Sam could tell that he had not heard this part of the story. The apparent victim was now becoming the suspect. For the first time in the interrogation, Sam’s face changed a bit. He grew pensive, and he mulled over how to answer this question. “Not exactly, sir.” The officer leaned in closer. “This is a yes or no question. Was Graham provoked?” Sam’s face reverted to its previously blank look. “It’s not that simple, sir. Graham attacked my friends because they were kissing.” The officer was catching on, and his face softened a bit. If things were going the way he thought they were, this case was about to get a lot more serious. “Tell me, what were the names of your friends?” The principal began to tense up. She knew where this line of questioning was going as well. Sam responded “Jake and Tyler.” The principal narrowed her gaze at Sam. What she had hoped to resolve as a simple schoolyard brawl was on the verge of becoming a serious legal issue. The officer turned to her and spoke, “You know what this means.” The principal nodded without speaking. “We will have to gather witnesses from the area, and we will need to review the security footage. These accusations are very serious.” The officer turned back to Sam. “You are not in the clear yet, though. You still put that boy in the hospital. He has a broken nose and a concussion.” Sam just shrugged, “It was a simple takedown, sir. I had to stop him before he could hurt anyone else, and that was the quickest way to incapacitate him. His nose will heal in a few weeks. He would have seriously hurt them had I not stepped in.” The officer nodded. “We will review the footage. You are free to go for now, but if we find out you have not been honest with us we will bring you in again. Dismissed.” Sam nodded to the officer, got up, and left the office. The secretary gave him a pass for class on his way out. As soon as Sam got out into the hallway his resolve cracked. He was terrified during that entire interrogation. He hoped he played it properly. Sam knew that Biff was the one who was really at fault. Sam also knew that those who deserved to be caught rarely did. Sam walked slowly to his next class; giving his nerves time to settle before he got there. 

Chapter 18 - Geno-type pt. 18

The car ride to Sam’s house got gradually less awkward as they went. Within the first five minutes of the trip Sam had decided that he would trust Jake, and that Jake was not actually secretly plotting to maim, wound, or otherwise physically or mentally destroy him. Sam was curious about why Jake seemed to not be upset at all, but he figured it was probably best that he not push the issue too much.              Sam, Jake, and Tyler spent the trip talking about all sorts of things; what shows they liked, which teachers and students they thought were hot, what they were looking forward to during the summer, and of course their newfound enhancements. Sam was quickly beginning to feel like part of the little group even though he was only managing to get a few scant words in here and there; even then his additions to the conversation were typically things like “Turn left here” or “Go straight through.”             Sam didn’t show it, but he was actually very excited. This was the first time he would be having friends over to his place in about a year now, maybe even longer. It’s not that he didn’t have friends. Well, he had a few friends who were more like amiable acquaintances. People at school he tolerated and would talk to during the down time to stave off loneliness for another day. Some of these he even rather liked and wouldn’t mind hanging out with outside of school, but it is hard to do stuff like this when you live as far out of town as Sam did.              Jake was pretty surprised to see how far away Sam lived. He thought for sure they had to be going the wrong way, but every time he asked, Sam just said to keep going. “We are way out here. I think we are officially within the Shelbyville city limits.” Jake said as he was checking out the surroundings. “Wouldn’t it be a lot closer to just to go school there?”              Sam pulled his knees up close to him and turned his gaze towards the floorboard. “I live well within that district, but I got special clearance to attend the school you guys go to.”              Tyler had the benefit of not needing to watch the road, unlike Jake, and so he could look at whoever was talking at the time. Now that he was getting to know Sam more, Tyler was getting much better at reading Sam’s expressions, or lack thereof. Sam’s face was generally emotionless, but his eyes tended to give him away. As they were all talking and joking Tyler could see a gleam in Sam’s eyes, a little sparkle of joy, that was slipping through Sam’s distant exterior.              When Sam mentioned switching school districts that glint dulled rapidly. Tyler saw this, but Jake could not. “It’s so far away, though? You don’t drive, so how do you get to class every day?” Jake asked.              Tyler reached over and gave Jake’s arm a light squeeze as a warning. Jake looked over at Tyler and could tell that something was wrong so he looked in the rearview mirror so he could see Sam. Sam had pulled his knees in even closer to himself.              “It’s no so bad.” said Sam. “I only have to walk a few miles to get to the closest bus stop, and my dad usually picks me up from school on the days when I have practice.” Sam managed to keep his voice steady, but now both Jake and Tyler knew that something was eating at him.              Tyler quickly changed the subject as best he could. “Yeah, kind of a shame we won’t be able to play our last game of the year. It’s just an exhibition match, though.” The tournament had been over for a while. Tyler’s team didn’t do very well this year. They didn’t even make it into the running, in fact.              Sam perked up a bit. “What do you mean we won’t be able to play?”             “Well, two of our best players are injured, and we don’t have enough secondaries to field a team anyway.” Tyler said.             “Two players? I guess Biff is injured, but who is the other one?” Sam hadn’t heard of anyone else being injured. The team did have one extra player, and so Biff could be easily replaced. Forfeiting seemed a little pointless.             “Me, of course.” Tyler said with a laugh. “You’ve seen what I’ve got between my legs. Could you imagine me trying to run around the field with my junk crammed into those uniforms?”             Sam tried to imagine Tyler running around in the uniform shorts. The shorts packed to capacity and then some; Tyler’s massive cock and balls obscenely spilling out over the edges as he ran around the field. The corner of Sam’s mouth raised upwards a bit, and his dick tried to do the same.              “That would be pretty silly. We would probably be barred from playing again.” Sam said.             “Either that or we’d have to start charging more for admission.” Tyler said with a laugh.              Sam liked being around Jake and Tyler. They made him feel welcome and at home even though he hadn’t known them very long; not well, anyway. Sam hoped that he could remain friends with them for a while to come.              Jake rounded yet another bend in the road, and then Sam spoke up. “That house up ahead is mine.” Sam pointed ahead, but it was unnecessary since there was only one house visible in the area. This was a very rural area and the houses were separated by several acres. The house itself was a fairly large two story house.              “Wow. You didn’t tell me your parents were loaded.” Tyler said in awe.              “We really aren’t that rich.” Sam explained. “It started as a small two bedroom place, but my dad has expanded it steadily over the years. He’s a builder. Well, a contractor, but he does stuff like this all the time. When he has extra money, and it is the slow season for house building he likes to upgrade our place. It’s a bit of a hobby of his, but between you and me, I think a lot of it is just to keep his workers employed during the off season.”              Jake pulled up the long driveway. At the end of the driveway was large, open, paved area sort of like a mini parking lot. There was a large garage there that was separate from the house. “Where’s a good spot to park?” Jake asked.              “Just pull up in front of the garage there. Don’t worry about blocking it in, it is too full of crap to get a car in there anyway.” Sam said while pointing over towards the garage doors.              Jake parked where Sam suggested and then they all got out of the car. “There’s no reason to go inside the actual house unless you guys want the grand tour. My place is actually up here.” Sam said while he walked around the side of the garage. On the side of the garage there were some wooden stairs that lead up to a second floor. Sam ran on ahead and unlocked it. “Welcome, to my humble abode.” Sam said while giving a cheesy flourish.              Jake and Tyler were both amazed by how big Sam’s room was. It was less of a room and more like a studio apartment. It was one large room, but there were little segments like a kitchen area, and a spot where Sam had his guitar and amp set up, and a corner of the room where Sam’s bed and dresser were. There was even a little restroom set up in the corner complete with a shower stall and a small closet where the toilet was. The tiny toilet room was only part separated by actual walls.              “Damn, I wish I had a pad like this.” Tyler exclaimed in amazement. “You sure you aren’t rich?” Jake was also very impressed, but he didn’t say anything; he just looked around with his jaw hanging open.              There were posters on the walls all over the room. Apparently band posters, but neither Jake nor Tyler had any idea who any of the people on them were. All the band members had very flashy outfits, though.              The room was very nice, clean, and well kept, except for one area which had a sewing machine and various bolts of cloth. Jake gestured over to this section and asked “Working on your needle-worker merit badge?”              Sam blushed a little, but he explained, “I’m not in the scouts anymore actually, but that’s a bit of a hobby of mine.” Sam gestured around the room at the posters. “I’m a bit of a fan of flashy outfits, specifically, rock bands; j-rock, k-pop, kvlt. The music is great, but half the fun is the costumes and artistry.”              “So you like Gaga?” Tyler chimed in. Sam just narrowed his eyes and glared at Tyler. “Sheesh. I guess not.”              “She’s… alright.” Sam replied slightly distant and thoughtfully. “It’s just that she is treated as being so original because of her flashy outfits that people forget about all the other good bands that came before her. People are so quick to forget about acts like Sergeant Pepper or Kiss.”              Tyler turned to Jake and silently mouthed “Sergeant Pepper?” Jake responded with an equally silent “The Beatles.” Tyler’s eyes got wide and his mouth opened into an “oh” shape as if he understood, but then he reverted back to his confused expression and shook his head. Jake just sighed and pressed his palm against his face.              “I have some already done… if you want to see.” Sam cut in. Tyler thought Sam sounded a little nervous, and if Sam sounded a little nervous then that really meant he was super extra nervous. Sam obviously had never shown off his work before. “Sure. We’d love to see it.” Tyler responded with the most reassuring grin he could muster. Sam just nodded. His cheeks were turning red and he began nervously chewing on the rings in his bottom lip. He walked over to where his sewing table was set up and opened the large wooden wardrobe right next to it. Sam pulled out a couple of outfits from it and began laying them out.  One of the outfits was obviously black metal; lots of spikes and black leather. Each outfit had its own distinct style though; one of the others looked like French Renaissance era nobility, another looked like something out of Thriller. “Wow. These are great. “Jake said in obvious amazement. “Did you use any form of template?                 “Oh. No. I measured the pieces myself then cut them out and stitched them together.” Sam was trying to hide his joy. He was so excited that his new friends didn’t find his hobby weird and seemed to be genuinely impressed with his abilities. “Oh, and there is something else I have been working on. You could sort of say I was inspired last night.”               Sam went back to the desk that had his sewing equipment and opened up the door in the front. “Here we go.” Sam fished out a small, white clump of fabric. Sam began to explain, his face turning red again. “After my little… growth spurt yesterday, I kind of wanted to show off… I remembered seeing something like this online, and so I made my own.”  Sam stammered a little bit at the end.              “Growth spurt yesterday?” Jake turned and gave Tyler a stern look.              “I swear, it’s not what you think.” It was Tyler’s turn to get flustered. “So after practice yesterday I kind of decided to spend some alone time in the shower, but I wasn’t as alone as I thought I was.” Jake knew where this was going. He could picture it all clearly in his mind, and had to fight back the urge to just bust out laughing. Jake turned to Sam and said, “So let me guess. You were still in the showers, minding your own business, and then the next thing you know you are doused in mutagenic spooge?” Sam’s face turned bright red and he looked down at his feet. He was nervously balling up the fabric in his hands. “Yes, sir.”  Jake lost it then. He was laughing so hard he was having trouble breathing. He could vividly imagine Sam standing there, completely confused as he was drenched in jizz as if he were on the bukake edition of an old Nickelodeon game show. It took a few minutes, but Jake eventually managed to bring his laughter under control. As he stood there trying to regulate his breathing he gestured to Sam’s hands. “Heh. So what have you got there anyway? Haha” Sam didn’t say anything and did all he could to avoid any eye contact, but he gripped the cloth by the waistband and let it fall open so that everyone could see. What he had in his hands was a fairly basic pair of briefs. Basic except for it had a large extra pouch in the front where most briefs were flat. “I felt I could use the extra room.”              Judging by the flush on Sam’s face Tyler figured there was more to it than that. Tyler was interested in finding out what exactly Sam wasn’t saying, but he also wanted to see if he could make Sam turn another shade of red. “Aren’t you going to model them for us?” Tyler asked with a devious grin on his face.              Sam’s face didn’t turn redder, per se, but it did go a couple shades whiter. The net result was that Sam’s flushed cheeks appeared even redder than before. This was still a victory in Tyler’s book.              Jake nudged Tyler harshly. He was a little upset with Tyler for tormenting Sam like this. Sam was already dangerously close to a nervous breakdown, and Tyler was just pushing him further. To Jake’s surprise, though, Sam actually cracked a smile. “I could. I mean, if you’d like that.” Sam was trying to make eye contact with Tyler while speaking, but every time he would get close his eyes would dart back down to his feet. “Look, don’t do it if you aren’t comfortable about it.” Jake was trying to reassure Sam, but he was being undermined by Tyler’s fist pumping and steady chant of “Do it! Do it! Do it!” Sam grinned a little as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. If he was going to do this he was going to give them a show to remember. Sam was trying his hardest to remain calm, but his heart was pounding in his chest. Both Jake and Tyler fell silent as Sam opened is shirt. They could both feel their massive dicks begin to stir awake. Jake had not expected Sam to be as cut as he was, but there was something else, too. Sam could feel Jake and Tyler’s gazes upon him. It was making him extremely horny, but he also had this nagging feeling in the back of his mind that there was something he was forgetting. Sam draped his shirt over the back of the hair at his desk and then moved his hands toward his pants. Sam made a brief detour to rub his own impressive bulge before beginning to work on his belt, but Tyler and Jake still seemed focused on his chest. As Sam looked down so he could take off his belt easier, he realized what he had forgotten. His chest was coated with dry, caked on jizz. Most of it was his, but there was a little there from Dalton as well.             “You’ve been busy this afternoon.” Tyler said with a sly wink. Sam just turned yet another shade of red. Sam would just have to give them something to take their minds off the spooge on his chest, and it was coming out right now. Sam slide his tight jeans down his waist slowly, letting inch after inch of his long cock slowly reveal itself. Both Jake and Tyler forgot all about his chest; they were completely transfixed on Sam’s dick. Sam quickly draped his jeans over the chair as well. While he was doing so Jake and Tyler got a clear view of his ass; it was just as chiseled as the rest of him. Jake and Tyler were both dangerously close to having full scale erections. The pain of Tyler’s cock trying to harden as it looped around him like a silly straw was too much for him and he quickly pulled off his shirt and kicked off his pants; allowing the behemoth to swell uninhibited. Jake watched in awe as Tyler’s meat stretched upwards to the roof. Even Sam was a little shocked, and he had just seen it a few hours ago. It could just be the position, but it seemed like it might even be a little larger than it was in the nurse’s office. Jake was a little uncertain what to do in this position. He had stripped in front of Tyler several times before, but he was generally a little more prudish around everyone else. Yet, he was the only one in the room not completely exposed, and so he felt a little silly. His dick was hurting a bit too, as it tried to fight its way upwards and rip its way out of its fabric prison. Jake decided that there was no point in being bashful around these two and pulled off his clothes as well. As soon as he pulled that last bit of clothing off of his enormous cock, it sprung violently upwards. Jake instinctively grabbed it as it launched upwards like a catapult and was now face to face with his own giant cock head. Jake stared at it with fascination as he ran his hand across the head. This was the first time he had gotten a good look at it while hard since his last growth, and he was having a hard time believing that this was actually his. Jake looked over at Tyler who had rolled his dick forward so that he could actually see around him. Tyler had stepped over his beanbag chair sized nuts and was straddling his own cock. Jake was… jealous? That’s the only word Jake could think of to explain his feeling. He wished that he was that large, larger even. Jake would love to be able to recline into his own warm, soft, giant balls. Jake let go of his cock. It dropped so that it jutted out horizontally in front of him several feet, but at least Jake was mobile and could see around him. Jake enviously thought about how he would trade his mobility for a package like Tyler’s any day. Sam was also getting very turned on by seeing his two friends and their massive dicks spread out in front of him, but he tried to keep his arousal in check long enough to finish his demonstration. Sam quickly slipped the custom fit briefs on and tried his best to get his inflating semi to fit. After a few quick adjustments Sam moved his hands away from his crotch and asked “So. How does it look?” The briefs generally fit pretty well, and gave plenty of room in the front for those who were above averagely endowed. Unfortunately they were measured for Sam when he had about half a foot less meat to pack in than he currently did. The pouch was filled to capacity, and Sam’s cock was still swelling and hardening. Jake and Tyler both looked with lust in their eyes. If anything the tight fit and the way that the pouch forced Sam’s junk forward instead of down just served to accentuate Sam’s package even more. Jake’s cock bucked a few times letting Sam know that Jake was really enjoying the show. Tyler’s mammoth dick dribbled a bit of pre on to the floor almost as if it was drooling lustfully from Sam’s display. The lustful gazes Sam was getting from his two friends gave him a renewed sense of confidence. He already knew he was pretty fit, and now that he had a foot and a half schlong that could put almost anyone on the planet to shame, Sam was seriously considering a modeling career. Just thinking about all those people who wished they could be him. Sam would no longer be seen as second rate. Sam’s dick was getting very hard by this point. It wasn’t fully erect yet, but it was pushing outwards against the pouch in Sam’s briefs; struggling for release. It pushed outward along the rim of pouch pushing harder and harder as it itself got harder and harder. The pants stretched as tight as they could. Tyler couldn’t help but think of how the downward curvature of Sam’s massive dick pressing against the fabric made it look like he had the nose of Gonzo the Great strapped between his legs. Of course Tyler could not keep these thoughts to himself, and so he asked “Does it come in blue?” Sam’s mind was too foggy to process the joke. He was too enraptured in the sensation of the fabric rubbing against his rapidly engorging cock. He could feel the stitching slowly begin to give, until there was no longer enough support to hold back his raging erection. With a loud rip, Sam’s impressive dick sprung loose from the underwear that was too small to hold him back. As Sam’s dick swung quickly swung upwards, it sent drops of pre arcing through the air; splattering Tyler with some of it. After the initial wave of euphoria passed Sam realized that his two friends had just witnessed his dick burst out of his pants in much the same way that Bruce Banner burst out of his shirt. Sam was a little embarrassed, and very aroused. His cheeks flushed again, and he stood there awkwardly rubbing the side of his arm as his huge erection dribbled onto the floor in front of him. Tyler’s lustful stare was quickly being overwritten by a devious gleam in his eyes. His mouth that was sagging open in awe and lust began to curve into a lascivious smirk. The new look that Tyler was giving him just made Sam hornier. Jake also noticed Tyler’s change in demeanor. Whatever he was planning was no doubt going to be amazing. “We’re all friends here.” Tyler said, leaning back a bit as he looked on with a smug grin. “All friends who just happen to all have the same problem. The only polite thing to do would be to help each other out.” Sam and Jake looked at Tyler and then to each other. Was he suggesting a three way?              Tyler rubbed his cock and then gave both of them the sexiest wink he could muster. “Oh, don’t worry. There is plenty to go around.” Yes. He was suggesting a three way.              Sam walked straight over to the tip of Tyler’s cock and began licking and kissing it all over. “Whoa, now.” He could hear Tyler’s voice saying. “No need to start way over there when I have a seat saved for you already.” Sam looked up at Tyler and could see Tyler patting his own balls in a gesture for Sam to come sit up there with him. Sam could barely process his surroundings, but it seemed like they were even bigger than before. The seductive grin on Tyler’s face made it impossible for Sam to argue, and he walked over to Tyler’s massive sack. Tyler’s balls were enormous now; each one lying heavily on the ground like a boulder. They reached higher than Sam’s waist and seemed to be swelling a bit, still. Sam climbed up onto Tyler’s massive nut. It was warm, and soft, and round; like trying to climb over a large, foam insulated, water balloon. Tyler scooted forward so he was now lying face down on his own cock. He turned is head so that he could see Sam and then reached back, placing a hand on each of his round, firm butt cheeks, and spread them wide. “You get the best seat in the house, Sammy” Sam finished crawling over Tyler’s still expanding balls so that he was now positioned directly behind Tyler. “Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, shouldn’t I lube up first or something?” Sam really wanted to just plunge in balls deep, but let’s be reasonable here. Tyler just waved at Jake. “Yo. Front left pocket of my pants. Pass it here.” Jake rummaged through Tyler’s clothes and found what Tyler was looking for. “You took a bottle of lube with you to school?” He asked incredulously. “I’m gonna start carrying that shit everywhere. Never know when you’ll need it.” Tyler tried to give a lascivious wink, but it came out as more of an awkward blink. His other eye was already shut, due to that side of his face being mashed into the side of his own cock. Jake just gave a bemused sigh as he tossed the bottle to Sam. Sam quickly popped the top and began pouring it into Tyler’s hole. Tyler gave a quick gasp and then a sigh of relief as the cool liquid hit his sensitive skin and began seeping into the hole. “Jake, you’ll want to be in front of me for this.” Jake was a little confused by what Tyler was up to. Tyler’s devious grin let Jake know that things were more than they appeared, and things appeared to be a lot already; a lot and steadily growing. Growing! It hit Jake like a ton of bricks. The rate growth seemed to increase steadily for him each dosage, and increased exponentially when Tyler was growing too. Jake had no idea what two max potency doses in a row would do to him, but he could not wait to find out. Jake almost came right then and there just from the anticipation of his coming growth spurt. Tyler watched as Jake’s cock bucked a few times as Jake figured out what was going on. Jake quickly ran in front of Tyler’s slowly expanding cock. The tip was huge now; the diameter of it was roughly as tall as Jake’s torso. Jake lifted it up, and began working licking and kissing it everywhere he could. He could occasionally catch a taste of Sam’s saliva as he would cross over areas that Sam had worked on just a moment ago. Tyler’s stream of pre was washing over Jake’s chest and streaming down his front. Jake could actually feel the warm tingle spread across his cock and balls as he prepared himself for the coming surge. Jake tried to shift his position a bit to make it more comfortable for him. He wanted to be able to hold his ground for as long as possible and weather as much of the oncoming storm as he could. He wanted to take as much of Tyler’s cum at full strength as he could, so he could grow and grow. Jake got onto his knees and moved his own raging hardon so that Tyler’s was propped up on top of it. Jake’s dick created a ramp so that Tyler’s cock was pointed directly at Jake’s chest. This gave Jake more leverage and free up his arms so that he could use his hand to work over Tyler’s head even more. Tyler felt like he was about to cum even before Sam slipped into him, but he managed to hold it in. Even after he felt slam slide his dick into his sensitive hole he held it in. Sam was able to slide in much easier than Jake had. In part because Sam was still smaller than Jake had been at the time, but also because Tyler was still so stretched out from the night before. Tyler could feel Sam fill him up as Sam’s dick reached deeper and deeper. Sam kept rubbing up against that sensitive spot deep down inside of Tyler. Tyler could not hold it in any more. The sensation of being ridden so deep from behind while his cock was worked over from the front was just too much. Tyler collapsed onto his own shaft as he fired burst after burst into Jake’s chest. Jake was not going to miss this chance for the world. He scooped up cum by the handfuls and drank it all as fast as he could. He could feel his stomach getting full, but he refused to slow down. The changes hit his body almost instantly. Jake could feel his cock swelling outward, reaching further and further down the length of Tyler’s own shaft. Jake had to get up off of his knees as his balls grew too large for him to comfortably straddle. Jake’s nuts quickly got too large for him to even stand behind, and he was lifted into the air; riding his rapidly swelling sack. Jake could feel the head of his cock dig in to Tyler’s sack. He was now as large as Tyler and getting larger be the second. The tip of Tyler’s cock began to slip away as Jake’s shaft exceeded Tyler’s, but Jake was not going to let it end yet. Jake shifted his weight forward so he too was laying face down on his cock. Tyler’s cum continuing to wash over him, burst after burst. Jake turned his head upward so that he was staring down the eye of the storm. Tyler’s slit was less than a foot away from Jake’s face. Jake could see the slit opening up for yet another shot. Jake forced his eyes to stay open as he watched to hot, sticky jet of white cum roaring at his face in slow motion. He wanted to take in every last millisecond as the spooge crashed against his glasses and took away his sight completely. Sam could feel Tyler shifting beneath him. He looked up to see Tyler’s dick rising steadily higher off the ground, but Tyler had stopped growing by now.  It was Jake’s dick growing under Tyler’s that was causing them both to lift up. Sam tried to keep his eyes open and watch as Jake grew larger and larger by the second; desperately trying to take in as much of Tyler’s cum as he could. Sam was cumming hard as well by now, and the pleasure was coursing all through his body. He wanted to keep watching as Jake continued to be showered with jizz, but it was getting harder and harder for Sam to focus on anything as his orgasm got more and more intense. Sam continued thrusting into Tyler again and again as he flooded Tyler’s insides with his cum. Sam came more than he had ever cum in his life; which is extra impressive with how much he had unloaded into the chemistry lab not even two hours ago. Sam fired deeply inside of Tyler until he could feel his own cum leaking out. There was no room left inside of Tyler, but still Sam kept firing and thrusting. Each time Sam pulled back, large gobs of cum would spill out of Tyler’s ass onto Sam’s balls and then dribble down to Tyler’s massive balls that Sam was riding. Sam was so mentally and physically exhausted that he was running on autopilot, but he refused to stop. It felt too good, and watching Jake’s manhood expand before him was making his even hornier. As Jake got bigger, Tyler’s cock angled upwards at an increasingly steep angle. The blasts hitting Jake began to rain back down on top of Sam and Tyler. Sam could feel the cum soaking into him, as he himself began to grow. It wasn’t nearly as severe as Jake’s but it was still impressive. Jake could feel Tyler’s hole getting tighter by the second as he plunged deeper and deeper inside.  Jake had started cumming almost the exact second that Tyler’s first wave had hit him. He came again and again with each blast of Tyler’s jizz. Jake could feel each orgasm getting larger as stronger as his cock and balls continued to expand. Jake could not think about the after effect. He couldn’t care about how they were effectively destroying Sam’s room. He didn’t care about how he might never be able to walk again. All he wanted was to be showered in Tyler’s cream as he continued to grow. Eventually all three of them began to slow down. Sam was the first to trickle to a stop as he passed out on top of Tyler; his cock still deep in Tyler’s ass. He could feel Tyler’s jets slow down as well as he felt Tyler’s body begin to convulse less and less underneath him. The steady rain of cum splashing down on top of them also slowed down. After Jake’s glasses had been completely blotted out, he had just lain there on to of his cock as Tyler’s cum washed over him in waves. Jake had kept cumming from the growth. His mind was too far gone to process anything other than the warmth of Tyler’s jizz all around him, and the tingle of his own enormous cock and balls expanding beneath him. Jake passed out well before he had stopped cumming.  

Chapter 22 - Geno-type pt. 22

Sam had not cried so hard in years. Not since his mom had died and maybe not even then. The aloof, stoic act had just become too much for him. Sam had bottled up all his feelings for the past year and had finally reached a breaking point. It wouldn’t really be fair to say that Sam wanted to shut himself off from others. He wanted to share his feelings, to get it all off his chest, but he did not know who to trust; Sam wasn’t even sure if he could ever trust anyone ever again.             Tyler was different. Tyler seemed to genuinely empathize with other people. He stood up to bullies. He was fun, outgoing, and kind to everyone he met; well, unless said person was picking on others. He was everything that Sam wished he could be. In a rare moment of unexpected courage and determination, Sam had managed to somewhat confess his feelings. Even though Tyler was unable to reciprocate, Sam was still glad he had done so.             Sam didn’t really want a lover. Well, he did, but he realized now that what he really needed was a friend. Sam had been on his own for far too long. Now that Sam had good friends, he could begin to come to terms with the fear and sense of betrayal that had plagued him for so long.             As Sam continued to sob he could feel Tyler’s warmth wash over him; Tyler’s strong arms holding him in close. Even Jake was offering up what support he could from his position by reassuringly patting Sam’s shoulder. Sam knew that it wasn’t going to be easy, but he also knew he wouldn’t be alone.             Sam slowly began to pull himself together. A sense of calm filled him, and he felt himself become at peace with himself for the first time in as long as he could remember; definitely the first time since he discovered he was gay.             Sam finally stopped crying and pushed himself away from Tyler’s embrace. He let out a weak laugh as he rubbed the tears from his eyes; his eyes were red and bleary. “I look like such a wuss, huh?”             Tyler quietly shook his head. Jake mirrored his sentiments, “You’re a lot stronger than I am. I don’t know if I could survive going through what you did.”             Tyler solemnly put his right hand over his heart and raised his left hand as if swearing an oath. “As your team captain I order you to come to us with any and all problems you may have. We will listen, advise, and/or kick the shit out of any homophobic asshat as deemed necessary. Harrumph!”             Jake echoed a hearty “Harrumph!” in agreement with Tyler. “Hey! I didn’t get a harrumph out of that guy!” Jake pointed jokingly at Sam.             Sam’s spirits were already much higher than they had been in ages; he was too busy laughing at the absurdity of Tyler’s solemn oath to give his response properly. “Ok. Ha-ha harrumph!”             Tyler locked his arm around Sam’s neck and dragged him in for a noogie. “You’re damn right harrumph!”             The three of them easily polished off both boxes of pizza over the next hour. During this time Sam had gotten to use Tyler’s cock-slide to go down and grab a pack of Cokes. Unfortunately, Tyler’s skin didn’t make for good slide material; it was too spongy and not at all slippery. Sam had tried to sit down and slide down it like he would a park slide, but after scooting two feet and still not getting any downward momentum, Sam gave up and just ran down it like a very squishy ramp.             The trip back up had been a bit of an ordeal as well. Not only was the footing very awkward, but Sam was trying to go up the ramp while trying to carry an open box of cans up with him. It also didn’t help that either the sensation of having Sam walk across his massive dick, or the sight of his colossal wang completely dwarfing Sam, or a combination of the two, seemed to be getting Tyler hard. Sam could feel the density and consistency of the ground beneath him begin to shift and change; the shaft would occasionally even give a little shudder.             Sam got back up to his perch beside Tyler. “’bout time, dude. I’m thirsty.” Tyler quickly reached into the box and grabbed a can; he wasted no time popping the tab. Warm Coke sprayed up into his face and onto his hands and chest.  “Ugh. Great. Now I am all wet and sticky.”             “That’s getting to become a regular thing with you, isn’t it?” Jake chided.             “Maybe if Moby Dick here hadn’t been rocking all over the place, the cans wouldn’t have been all shook up.” Sam poked Tyler’s monstrous dick playfully while teasing Tyler.             “So I’m Moby Dick now?” Tyler pondered the new nickname with a bemused grin.             “Not you. Just him.” Sam replied while gesturing to Tyler’s jumbo cock.             “Bitch!” Tyler playfully shoved Sam and began laughing.             “Jerk!” Sam shoved back and also began laughing.             “Oooh! Do I get a nickname?” Jake asked, oddly excited about the prospects of naming his mammoth endowment.             “You look like a King Dong to me.” Tyler replied with a smirk.             Jake scrunched his face a bit. “Is this another one of you ‘Jake is hairy. Lol.’ jokes?”             “Actually I was thinking more along the lines of ‘T’was beauty what slayed the beast’.” Tyler then leaned in and planted a long, hot kiss on Jakes lips. When they finally broke apart Jake’s face was flushed and his eyes had begun to glaze over with lust. Tyler gave Jake a sexy wink and added as seductively as he could, “And if you play your cards right, I might let you climb my tower later.”             Sam could feel Jake’s cock inflate and harden beneath them. Oh great. Sam thought to himself. He wasn’t really keen on getting stuck between the two titanic members as they went at it again. Sam could feel his own dick begin to swell up and harden. Ok, so maybe he was a little keen. “Do me next!”             Tyler turned to face Sam. “With gusto!” He then pulled Sam in close and kissed his passionately as well.             Sam’s mind ground to an abrupt halt. He hadn’t expected Tyler to actually kiss him. Not that he minded, but right in front of Jake? Jake didn’t seem to be jealous. In fact he was laughing like a hyena. Probably due to the completely dazed expression that was now plastered onto Sam’s face. Sam slowly began to be able to formulate words again. “I… I actually just meant a nickname…. Wow.”             Jake and Tyler were both howling with laughter now. Sam’s face had frozen into an expressionless mask while his brain was buffering. It was obvious that Sam had enjoyed the kiss, though. It would be kind of hard to miss Sam’s own massive dick that was now rock hard and pointed straight upwards; extending a foot or two above Sam’s head. “Ok. Ok. I got one.” Tyler managed to get his laughing under control enough to speak. “For our resident Black Belt, how about Hung Wei Lo?”             “Nah, man. I’ve got a better one.” Jake managed to say between laughs. “Long Dong Fuey!”             Sam managed to get enough control of his facial expressions to grin. “I can dig it, man.” Sam said in his best jive voice.             “Hey, Sammy. Think you can get down and grab the hose?” Tyler asked while giving is best puppy dog eyes.             Sam looked around. Tyler’s ramp was now closer to being a diving board as it reached the semi state and beyond. Sam didn’t think he’d have too much trouble navigating, even with his own large hardon interfering with his field of vision. “I don’t see why not. Want me to shrink you down?”             “Better shrink Jake down, while you’re at it. I need to get down.” Tyler predicted the annoyance and ire that would be coming from Jake at the mere mention of reducing him down to a more pedestrian size range. “It’s just for a minute, babe.” Tyler leaned in and gave Jake a quick kiss. Jake blushed a little, but continued to mutter to himself; albeit much more quietly.             Sam managed to get down to ground level pretty easily in spite of his own size and the trembling from Tyler’s over excited dick. Sam grabbed the hose and turned back to face Jake and Tyler. It looked like Tyler was whispering something to Jake, but Sam chose to ignore it. Those two were entitled to a little privacy now and then.             A devious grin crept onto Sam’s lips. He’d been hanging out with Tyler too long, it seemed. Just because he was going to give them a little privacy, didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to interrupt. Sam turned the hose full blast on Jake and Tyler. Their conversation was interrupted as their perch began to rapidly deflate.             Once Jake and Tyler had hit the ground, Jake shakily got to his feet and wiped the soaking wet hair out of his face. Jake turned and flipped Sam the bird, but his laughter made the gesture seem far less menacing. Sam responded by giving Jake a thumbs up. “Maybe later!”  Sam replied with a grin.             Even at their much reduced sizes, Tyler and Jake were having difficulty moving around. They were both flying at well above half mast and getting harder by the second. Jake’s dick was standing up almost twice as tall as he was, and more than twice as thick. Tyler’s cock was a foot or two shorter than Jake’s but it was every bit as thick.             As Tyler and Jake slogged closer and closer to Sam, Sam could better see the looks of lust they were giving him. Sam felt like he was about to learn firsthand whatever it was that those two were whispering about a minute ago. Some part of Sam’s brain was urging him to get out of there, but Sam was just as horny as Jake and Tyler were.             Sam had been rock hard since before he climbed down from his perch atop Jake’s monumental schlong. Now his brain and his cock were screaming for release, and it seemed like Jake and Tyler were all too eager to give it to him.             Jake and Tyler walked up to Sam and stood on either side of him. “He really is cute, isn’t he?" Sam could hear Jake say. Sam could hear Jake and Tyler, but he could no longer see them. Their bodies had been completely eclipsed from Sam’s view by their own massive cocks.             Jake and Tyler continued to come closer and closer together; mashing Sam between their two colossal members. Sam could hear Tyler’s response, “Yes, he really is so adorable. I want to just kiss him all over.” Tyler’s dick began thrusting into Sam as he spoke; smashing Sam deeper into the side of Jake’s giant cock.             “I would love to do the same, but there seems to be something blocking the way…” Sam could hear Jake saying. Gee. I wonder what could possibly be in the way. Sam thought sarcastically to himself. Oddly enough, he could feel Jake pulling back from him.             Jake took a few steps back, all the while pushing his weight down onto his cock so that it would continue to push up against Sam. Jake managed to lower the tip of his cock down low enough so that it was now level with Sam’s head. Jake thrusted forward so that the tip of his cock was smushing up against Sam’s face.             The head of Jake’s cock was far larger than Sam’s head. Jake’s slit was more than twice as large as Sam’s mouth. Sam could barely process any of this though; he was too overcome by lust. The powerful scent of his two friend’s massive cocks slamming against him was intoxicating. Jake’s cock was smearing pre all over Sam’s face; the bitter, salty taste was just making Sam even hornier.             Sam turned his head and kissed Jake’s cock right on the lips. He kissed passionately and deeply; working his tongue in there as deep as he could. He could hear Jake moan with pleasure as he did so. When Sam finally broke apart for air, a long sticky strand of mixed saliva and pre still connected him to Jake’s cock.             “He’s a really good kisser.” Sam could hear Jake saying.             “Oh, yes.” Tyler replied as he shifted his own cock down. Sam soon had a giant dick slit mashed against either side of his face. Sam turned and kissed Tyler’s cock, but he made sure to massage the massive tip of Jake’s dick so that Jake wouldn’t feel left out.             As Sam rubbed along Jake’s dick, he was surprised by how easily his hand was able to slip into Jake’s slit. Sam could feel a buck of approval come from Jake’s cock as his hand slipped in. Realizing Jake must really enjoy the feeling, Sam pushed him arm in deeper.             Sam continued to kiss the tip of Tyler’s cock, but his mouth was no longer anywhere near the slit. Tyler had angled his cock even lower so that the tip was pushing into Sam’s chest. Even though Tyler was pointing to a much lower point on Sam’s body, Sam had no trouble finding spots on Tyler’s cock that he could easily reach with his lips. It soon became apparent to Sam why this was.             Tyler was letting himself expand to his full size. Sam could feel Tyler’s enormous dick pressing up against him and shoving him deeper and deeper into Jake’s cock. Sam felt his arm slip deeper and deeper as even his shoulder slid into Jake’s slit. Jake was growing, too. In a matter of seconds Sam was lifted off of the ground, and pinned between to gargantuan dicks. The mouths of the two cocks were almost as tall as Sam was.             Jake and Tyler began to slam their two cocks against each other; their slits mashing together; sliding up and down across each other. It was almost as if the cocks themselves were making out with each other. Sam was stuck there in the middle; being held in place by the wangular momentum.             Sam felt like he was getting a full body massage as his body was being pushed back and forth between his friends’ cocks. Almost his entire body was wedged into Jake and Tyler’s slits; only his head and cock poked out the top. Sam was completely drenched in pre; a lot of it was his own.             Jake and Tyler couldn’t believe how amazing this felt. Their massive dicks were grinding against the earth. At their current immense size, this sensation would have been more than enough to send either of them over the edge, but they also had the tips of their dicks pressed up against each other in a bizarrely, hot, sloppy, frot of dick kissing. The feeling of having each other’s dicks slide across the other, while smearing each other with pre, sent waves of pleasure up their gigantic cocks and through the rest of their body. Add on top of all that, the feeling of having Sam squirming between them. They could both feel each little fidget of Sam’s body. Each twitch and shiver was amplified as it traveled through their colossal cocks. Each shudder of passion and pleasure from Sam’s body seemed to resonate deep within their balls. Jake and Tyler couldn’t hold themselves back anymore; they came in unison. Sam was stuck in between them; buffeted back and forth and waves of cum broke against him. He came hard as well, but his own huge spurts were easily lost in the absolutely massive geysers of spooge firing on either side of him. Sam dug in as best as he could at the opening of both caves. He dug in with one arm and one leg in either cock as he braced for against the onslaught of jizz. As he was continually buffeted with cum, Sam could feel his own sizeable endowment stretching and lengthening; his balls grew fuller and heavier, even as they continued to be perpetually drained by a salvo of spunk. Sam could also feel his footing giving way inside of Jake’s colossal chasm. Jake’s dick was also swelling, causing his slit to widen and loosen as it did so. The torrent of jizz from Jake’s cock slowed to a trickle, but Tyler was still firing on all eight cylinders; well, one cylinder and two spheres. It took every ounce of self control that Jake could muster to stop cumming. He felt like he could go on for hours if he was left to is own devices, but he had to trust in Tyler’s plan. Jake wanted to cum so bad, though; especially now that he could feel his cock and balls expanding past their previous levels. Jake knew that he was setting himself up for the most amazing cumshot of all time. Sam could feel the last vestiges of his grip slip away as the inside of Jake’s cock grew too large and too loose for Sam to find decent purchase. Sam spun around, quickly and tried to dig in with both arms and legs on Tyler’s cock. He immediately realized how bad of an idea this was as he was blasted full on, square in the chest by a torrential burst of spooge. Sam felt as if everything was happening around him in slow motion as he was launched backwards and fell through the Veil. Sam saw the last bits of light fade as he fell back into the abyss. It was too dark for Sam to really see where he was; his glasses were too coated with jizz to see even if there had been any light. All Sam could tell was that he was someplace dark, and dank, and warm. Sam was lying flat on his back; trying to make sense of where he was and trying to catch his breath. Wherever he was, he was sliding deeper in. Wave after wave of Tyler’s spooge was flowing in around him; pushing Sam deeper and deeper in. Sam couldn’t stand up in his current position. It seemed like Sam would have had enough room to stand up without hitting his head, but he was still rock hard. His dick now had to be at least six feet, maybe a little larger. It was sticking out well past Sam’s head; he’d need a few more feet of clearance if he was going to be able to stand up, properly. Sam wasn’t terrible worried about getting up, anyway. Wherever he was, he was comfortable. The ground was warm and soft beneath him. The steady waves of cum washing over him were therapeutic, like taking a warm bath. Sam just laid there taking in the smell and the warmth of it all; the whole place smelled like sex and jizz. More so even than Sam would have expected; even with all of Tyler’s spunk clogging up the place. Sam drifted lazily along on the river of cum. Every so often he would scoop up a handful and drink from it. Tyler’s spunk was as bitter as ever, but Sam had quickly grown accustomed to it. More than the taste, Sam loved the warm gooey feeling of the cream slowly trickling down his throat and warming him up from the inside. Jake was going insane now. He had by some miracle managed to keep himself from cumming for this long, even though he could feel Tyler pumping gallons of spooge directly into his own cock. Jake just wanted to scream out of unbridled pleasure and sexual frustration. Jake could feel the warmth of Tyler’s cum filling up his cock, but there was something else, too. There was something inside of him. As Jake came to the shocking realization his balls clenched up. There was no way Jake could hold it in anymore now that he realized that he had Sam floating around deep inside his monolithic dick. Sam could feel the cavern around him spasm and convulse. The flow of cum from Tyler had stopped altogether. Something was coming. No. Something was cumming. Sam realized as it finally clicked exactly where he was. He had been floating lazily, deeper and deeper into Jake’s cock this whole time. It was so dark that Sam could not tell how far in he was, but when Jake finally blew, it was going to be beyond anything Sam could imagine. Sam did the one thing he could think of. He curled himself into a ball and latched onto his own raging hardon for support. Jake came hard. It wasn’t short spurts this time; it was one solid stream of hot jizz that launched through the air. The ability to perform even the most basic thoughts vanished from Jake’s mind as he was wracked by the most mind blowing, explosive orgasm he had ever had in the history of his life. Sam could feel the rushing surge crash into him like a ton of bricks. He was instantly lifted up and propelled trough the tunnel at insane speeds. The part of Sam’s brain that was not either too horny to think, or too afraid of a painful death at the end of the tunnel was actually really enjoying the ride. It was like going down a water slide, only uphill… at mach three. Sam felt the cool air crash against his wet, naked, flesh as he finally cleared Jake’s dick. He flew through the air and hit the ground at high speeds. Fortunately the angle was shallow enough hat instead of crashing splat into the ground, Sam slid across the ground for a good distance before slowly coasting to a stop. It was fun. Kind of like a Slip n’ Slide only made out of mud and cum instead of plastic and water. Sam just laid there for a bit trying to catch his breath. It was a lot harder to do than it should have been because he was laughing like a lunatic as well as cumming like a fire hose. As Sam finally managed to bring his giggling and convulsing under control, he lay there for awhile longer; hiccupping and trying to catch his breath, as wave after wave of warm spunk washed over him from Jake’s mountainous jizz geyser that was still flooding Sam’s back yard. Tyler shakily walked over to Jake’s enormous dick as Jake feebly gave his last spurt. Something in the last drizzle of jizz had caught Tyler’s eye. As Tyler rummaged through the muck he soon found what he was looking for. Tyler slogged through the marshland of spooge and helped Sam get to his feet. “Here. You might be needing these.” Tyler said to Sam as he handed Sam a small white clump of spooge, glass, and plastic. Sam wiped it off and discovered that Tyler had found his glasses. They were thoroughly coated in spunk, but generally intact. Sam absentmindedly slipped the glasses on, even though there was no way he could see anything with them as they were. Sam didn’t even look human anymore; he was so covered in mud and cum. Tyler just broke out laughing from looking at the gooey cumbeast that was his friend, Sam. Sam couldn’t even imagine how he must look, but Tyler’s laughter was infectious. Within moments they were both on the ground laughing while Jake just moaned in pleasure. Still reeling from the ground shattering orgasm he had just had. 

Chapter 14 - Geno-type pt. 14

Jake did not know anything about his savior other than he was apparently a friend of Tyler’s. Jake had to admit, that this guy was pretty cute. There was something fascinating about him. It wasn’t just his slight features. Everything about him seemed to have a jarring contrast to it. His skin was extremely fair, but his hair was jet black. His pupils were a deep shade of brown, giving his eyes the appearance of being solid black, too. His choice in clothing showed that he was well aware of the dichotomy. Every article of clothing on him was either bright white or dark black.             He seemed far stronger than his build would indicate. He was shorter than Jake and looked every bit as slim, but he had just easily kicked the school bully’s ass. He also seemed to be carrying the greater half of Tyler’s weight as the two of them carried Tyler to the nurse’s office. Tyler had stopped heaving and seemed to be recovering quickly, but he was still obviously in a lot of pain. Jake hated seeing Tyler like this and wished there was more he could do. Jake actually, wasn’t even sure if moving Tyler to the nurse’s office was the best course of action, but the other guy seemed to know what he was doing and so Jake figured he would follow along. Jake was really curious about who their hero was, but he was too out of shape to talk and carry Tyler at he same time. Maybe he would actually take Tyler up on his offers to help him weight train at the gym after this; assuming they could still go to the gym anymore. Jake could only imagine the stares they would get trying to work out with their massive bulges being on display through their sweat pants; not to mention the looks they would get in the locker room. Jake wouldn’t feel comfortable in a setting like that, but he knew that Tyler would love it.             Finally they arrived at the office. Just in time, too, because Jake was getting too tired to hold up Tyler. They laid Tyler down on one of the beds in the room. There were two beds in the nurse’s office, and each bed was sectioned off by a curtain that could be pulled up around it. These beds were actually little more than cots, but they served their purpose just fine.             By now Tyler was mostly coherent and able to move. “That was such a cheap shot. I woulda kicked his ass if he had faced me like a man.” Tyler winced a bit as he propped himself up on his elbows. “Seriously, what kind of guy gives another guy a shot in the pills? Even in the bully handbook that is taboo.”             Tyler looked around and took a quick stock of his surroundings. He could immediately tell that Jake was visibly shaken. “Are you alright? Biff didn’t hurt you, did he?” Tyler asked; obviously concerned.             “No. He never had the chance. Someone else stepped in and took Biff down.” Jake looked a little uneasy. “I actually don’t even know who he is. He just stepped in at the last second and saved me.”             Tyler could tell that Jake was beating himself up for not asking the guy’s name, but Tyler had been around Jake long enough to know that it takes Jake a long time to work his way up to talking to someone knew; especially in such a stressful circumstance. “Well, where is he? I want to thank him.” Jake asked while trying to look around the room.             Just then the other guy stepped out from behind the other curtain. He had a bunch of ice packs in his arms. “Right here.” He responded “I was just getting some ice. You’re probably going to need it.”             Tyler looked at who it was and his jaw dropped. “…. Sammy!?”             Sam was pretty amused by Tyler’s reaction, but he didn’t let any of it show on his face. He just raised an eyebrow questioningly and said, “You’re welcome, by the way.”             Jake quickly jumped in. “You should have seen him! He dropped that bully in like, one hit!” Jake exclaimed while punching the air for emphasis. Tyler could tell that Jake had accepted Sam. Jake was always one of those people who would sit on the sidelines and study someone until he decided that he liked the person. Jake had done this to other people before. He would give them the silent treatment for weeks; watching them; studying them. Then one day he would greet them as if they had been friends forever.             Sam was obviously confused by Jake’s complete 180, but he responded as calmly as possible, “Well, it was technically a three hit maneuver, but yeah. He went down pretty fast.”             Tyler was shocked. “You took him down that easily? He’s a linebacker!”             Sam just shrugged and replied “And I’m a black belt.”             Tyler was laughing now. “Well, you are built like Bruce Lee. Man, I wish I could have seen it. What was the look on his face like when you kicked his ass?”             Sam just shrugged and said “He was screaming in pain while clutching the shattered remnants of his nose.”             Tyler stopped laughing abruptly. “Shit, dude, remind me not to piss you off.” Tyler then pointed to the pouches that Sam had in his hands. “What’s with the ice?”             “It’s for you, obviously. You should put this over where you were hit. It’ll help the swelling,” He then turned to Jake and nodded towards the door. “You can get back to class now; I can handle it from here.”             Jake felt that he could trust Sam, but he was not sure how he felt about leaving Tyler in his current state. Jake also didn’t feel further inconveniencing Sam; especially after he had already done so much for them. “You really don’t need to do that. I can stay here with Tyler just as easily.”             Same set the ice packs down and then held up the Boy Scout hand sign. “I have basic first aid training. I would be much better at helping out in case of any complications.” Sam then relaxed a bit. “And, besides, I just put a guy in the hospital. There police will come here, and Tyler and I will both have to give statements. You were just a bystander and are free to go.”             Jake looked pleadingly at Tyler. Tyler just nodded in agreement. “He’s right, you know. Go on. I’ll be fine.” Tyler gave Jake a reassuring smile and made some shooing gestures at him. “Your lunch period will be over soon, and we both know you can’t be late for your next class. You have to give that presentation in Bio, right?”             Jake sighed in defeat. He knew Tyler was right. He didn’t know anything about first aid, he wasn’t needed for the testimonies, and he could not afford to miss his next class. He still felt terrible about leaving Tyler, but he at least knew he was leaving Tyler in capable hands. “Fine, but I’ll be back to check on you right after my next class.” Jake got to the door and just sort of stood there looking unsure.             “Just go. There is no reason to worry about me.” Tyler reassured Jake as best he could. He even had the most reassuring smile he could muster. It seemed to work because Jake opened the door and slowly slipped out. Sam and Tyler waited in silence for a moment while they waited for Jake to get far enough away.             Tyler broke the silence. “You’re mad at me, aren’t you?”             “I don’t know what you are talking about. “ Sam replied. His face was completely unreadable. “You’ll need to take your pants off. The ice packs won’t do any good through that thick fabric, and we’ll need to see how bad the swelling is.”             “Oh, there’s going to be a lot of swelling alright.” Tyler said with a smug grin, but he could see that Sam was still not showing any emotion. “Look, I’m sorry. I know you were trying to ask me out yesterday. I know it looks like I lead you on, but I really didn’t intend for that.”             Sam just raised an eyebrow questioningly, but kept the rest of his face emotionless. “You say you weren’t leading me on, but you show up at school today claiming to have a boyfriend? How exactly does that work?”             Tyler sighed; he knew Sam had a point. “It sort of happened pretty fast. Jake and I have been best friends pretty much our entire lives, and between you and me, I have had the biggest crush on him for years. We kind of accidentally confessed to having mutual crushes last night, and it took off from there.” Tyler gave Sam the biggest, most soulful puppy eyes he could manage as he pleaded with Sam for his understanding.             Sam’s expression softened a bit. “I know what it’s like to have a long time crush on someone… I am not as lucky as you are, though.” Tyler could see Sam’s eyes begin to glisten. Sam was fighting back tears, but his face didn’t show it.             Tyler was feeling terrible. He had never meant to hurt anyone, but it was clear he had. “I’m sorry. I really am. I never thought about what this would be like for you, but the fact is I love Jake. It’s not even a crush anymore. I honestly love him, and I want to be with him. I realize now that I shouldn’t have even been flirting with you while I was hoping to get with Jake. Even if we had begun dating, it wouldn’t be fair to you. I never should have put you in a position where you would be the consolation prize.”             Sam just shook his head. He knew that he really shouldn’t blame Tyler. He wasn’t even mad, actually; just heartbroken and a little hurt. Sam knew how crazy Jake and Tyler were for each other when he saw them kiss. Sam’s heart ached, and he longed for someone to love him like that. Sam worked up the nerve to respond. Finally he managed to say “I completely understand how you feel, and I am not mad at you. I forgive you, but it still hurts a bit.”             “Thanks. We can still be friends, though, right?” Tyler tried to give a reassuring smile and extended his hand to Sam. Sam smiled back nodded. He then reached for Tyler’s hand and they shook on it. “Yeah, I’d like that.” “Great!” Tyler responded. He was glad that he could still be friends with Sam, but he wished there was more he could do. “I’m going to help you in any way I can. You deserve someone who loves you as much as you love him…? Her..?” Tyler faltered a bit on the last bit, and tilted his head looking a little confused. Sam picked up on this and smiled back at Tyler. “Him. I’m strictly dickly as they say.” Sam then reached back and picked up the ice packs. “These are melting fast. Come on, off with them.” Sam nodded towards Tyler’s pants. Tyler face reddened a little bit. “Uh, I really don’t think that’s necessary. I feel completely fine. I don’t even hurt anymore.” Tyler sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed to demonstrate. “You still need to take them off. The ice will help, and you got hit really hard. You probably will have a bit of swelling.” Tyler was a bit uneasy. He wasn’t sure what to do in this situation. On one hand he wasn’t particularly modest, but on the other he wasn’t sure how he felt about whipping out the behemoth in school. Especially since Sam had just seem it yesterday at a fraction of its current size. This was one of the few times that Tyler did not want to draw attention to himself. “Well. I am kind of commando today.” “That’s fine. It’ll make it easier to see how badly you are hurt, and it’s not like I haven’t already seen it.” “Tyler stood up, and began undoing his belt buckle. “Oh, you haven’t seen it like this, though.” Tyler pulled his pants down, slowly revealing foot after foot of his monster. Sam just stared in shock and awe. After Tyler removed his pants he pulled his shirt off too, so that Sam could see the excess cock wrapped around Tyler’s torso. “You could say there is a bit of swelling.” Sam was too shocked to say anything at first. Finally he managed to ask “How is that possible?” “Well the short version is I have the ability make my junk grow. It’s also kind of contagious, as you also probably noticed.” Tyler then gestures to the very noticeable bulge in Sam’s pants. Sam was getting hard from the spectacle, and his footlong was struggling to burst free. Sam tried to shake the lust out of his mind. Given the size of Tyler’s balls and the sheer force of the kick he was given, how was Tyler seemingly fine already? He should be bruised or something. “You don’t have a mark on you. You did get kicked, right?” “Yeah. Very, very hard, too. I have a theory, though. You see, I’m not just bigger, I am also a bit more… shall we say, virile. I can cum near endless because my nuts refill instantly.” Tyler could see Sam’s tent rising higher and higher; his cock was struggling to bust free from the fabric. He could also see the growing lust in Sam’s eyes, and the deepening red in his cheeks. “You’ve felt it already, haven’t you?” Sam had felt it already. Last night, after he got home he had had time to really check out his upgraded tool. Sam knew it had grown; almost doubled in size, even, but he didn’t know how it had happened until now. Sam was so amazed by his new endowment that he just had to test it out. He had spent hours last night just jacking off. His dick never tired and he never ran out of cum to shoot. Sam had never been more content after jacking off than he had been last night. It was like he had fifteen afterglows going at the same time. Tyler continued his explanation. “I think that whatever causes my balls to refill so fast also makes them heal near instantly. The cramping in my stomach actually took a lot longer to fade than the pain in my nuts.” Sam didn’t actually care about the how or why anymore. The more Tyler talked about his nuts the more Sam’s eyes fixated on his huge, saggy balls. Sam wanted nothing more than the make love to Tyler’s mammoth cock. Sam didn’t care that it was larger than he was; if anything that just made him hornier. Tyler could see Sam’s lust growing, and it made him hard, too. Tyler could feel his dick inflating rapidly, and so he untangled his hose from his body and let it sprawl out before him. Same watched as Tyler’s dick sprung to life. It inflated before him like a portable bounce castle. Sam could feel the wetness soak through his boxers and begin to spread on the front of his jeans. Tyler was enjoying the looks that Sam was giving him. Tyler hopped back onto the bed, allowing his balls to dangle over to edge. The weight of his nuts pulled down on his giant cock caused it to dip lower. The tip of Tyler’s dick was now pointed squarely at Sam’s chest. Sam couldn’t help himself anymore; he had to have that cock. Sam quickly began peeling off his clothes. He threw them over the curtain into the neighboring patient are. He was quickly down to nothing but his boxers. The boxers were soaked clear through; Sam’s cock was easily visible through the soggy, white fabric. In a matter of second, the boxers were pulled off and flung over the curtain, too. Sam stood there completely naked. Tyler could see that Sam had absolutely no hair anywhere below his head. This just accentuated the sleek muscles of Sam’s lithe build. Sam was rock hard and dribbling a steady stream of pre. Tyler was also starting to drip from the strip show. Sam got down on his knees and began to make out with the head of Tyler’s cock. The head was huge, far bigger than even Sam’s head. Even the slit was bigger than Sam’s mouth. Sam thought the slit looked a lot like a mouth in many ways. He tilted his head and planted a long sloppy kiss right onto the mouth of Tyler’s cock. Tyler’s cock seemed to kiss back. Sam could taste Tyler’s pre slosh back and forth with his saliva. Sam worked his tongue in as deep as he could as he gave Tyler a deep, sensual, French kiss. Tyler could feel Sam’s tongue really digging in there. The sensation was amazing. Not only was Sam’s tongue massaging the inside of his slit, but Sam had a hand on either side of the head rolling his foreskin back and forth. Tyler already felt like he was going to lose it, but Sam backed off. Tyler opened his eyes and pleaded silently with Sam to continue. Sam was getting back to his feet. The look on Sam’s face was so horny, so devious, that Tyler was getting harder just looking at it. Whatever he was thinking Tyler knew he wanted in on it. Sam patted the tip of Tyler’s cock like he would pet the head of the dog. “Your friend he seems to really like me. I think maybe it wants to take things to the next level. What do you say?” Tyler just nodded dumbfounded. “I knew you’d see it my way.” Sam said as he pushed down on the tip of Tyler’s dick. Sam managed to get Tyler’s cock level with his hips. He held the cock down with his left hand while he grabbed his own with his right. Sam guided his cock into Tyler’s slit. Sam’s whole dick easily slid into Tyler’s massive canal. Sam then began to trust his hips back and forth. Each trust he slammed his dick inside of Tyler’s; burying himself in up to his balls and then pulled back out. Sam was so turned on by the scenario that he starting cumming after only the third thrust. Tyler could feel Sam’s long, thin dick buried deep inside his cock. Tyler had to admit it felt pretty good. Not only was Sam’s dick massaging the inner lining of Tyler’s own cock, but Sam’s hands were gripping the sides of Tyler’s monster cock as well. Tyler then felt a new sensation; Sam was cumming inside of him. He could feel the jet after jet of warm jizz stream down the inside of his cock. The warm, gooey sensation permeated down to the very base of his cock. Tyler lost it then, he began cumming hard, too. Tyler began firing hard, but Sam would not pull out. The sprays broke against Sam’s cock and then splashed outwards against his cleanly shaven pubic area and balls. Tyler could feel the pressure building up inside of his shaft. It was a whole new experience for him, and it felt amazing. The jets of cum and Sam’s piston motion were causing Tyler’s shaft to fill up with sloshing waves of spooge, but there was still another feeling. Tyler was beginning to feel even fuller… Sam was growing! Sam’s own jets were increasing as a result. Tyler could feel Sam’s dick push deeper and deeper with each thrust. Sam’s cock filled up more and more of Tyler’s tube. Sam’s dick soon managed to completely plug Tyler’s own. Tyler could feel his shaft swelling like a water balloon. Sam continued to slam his dick hard into Tyler’s slit, even though he could feel the side press in tighter and tighter. The pressure from all the pent up cum was increasing by the second. Sam would pull out enough to let the torrent unleash for a second, and then force his cock back in to plug the whole. The feeling was maddening to Tyler. Sam had complete control over the exact speed at which Tyler was allowed to cum. Tyler’s shaft and balls ached with the desire for release. He kept being given brief flashes of relief followed by moment of intense desire to cum. Tyler was harder than he had ever been in his life. Having his ability to cum regulated like this made each short exponentially more satisfying. Each spray felt like a full orgasm unto itself. Sam was trying to continue plowing into Tyler’s cock, but he was getting tired, and the ground beneath him was getting slippery with frothy jizz. Finally the pressure building up from Tyler’s cum was too much for Sam to hold back, and he was blasted backwards by a raging deluge of spooge. Sam fell backwards into the curtain and then slid back into the wall; taking the curtain along with him. Sam lay with his back against the wall for a few minutes as the torrent of jizz washed over him. Sam continued to fire shot after shot of is own cum as well. Slowly and steadily, both of their streams weakened to a trickle and then stopped completely. Sam and Tyler just lay there for awhile; each too caught up in the afterglow to even speak. Eventually Sam was able to stand up again, and he staggered to his feet. Sam was completely drenched in cum. He needed to get cleaned up. Now that he knew Tyler was fine; better than fine, really. He had no reason to baby sit him anymore. Sam figured he could still make it to the last class of the day. If anyone ever showed up to get his story, they would know how to reach him. Sam walked over to the other bed. This room was mostly untouched due thanks to the curtains, and so Sam’s clothes and the bed’s linens were clean. Sam pulled the blankets off the bed and wiped off as much cum as he could manage. Once he felt he was clean enough, he wrapped himself in the relatively clean sheet from the bed, and scooped up is clothes. Hopefully, everyone will be in class right now, and Sam could slip into the locker room unnoticed. Sam had to chuckle a bit to himself when he thought about how he must look. No one would even believe him if he tried to explain what just happened. Sam could see that Tyler was trying to force himself to get up, too. Fortunately, Tyler was mostly clean. He was well behind the splash zone, since his mega cock was aimed safely away from him, and Sam was a good nine feet away at any given moment; at least nine feet. The only part of Tyler that really got dirty was his huge penis; which was now sprawled out across the floor, soaking in a giant puddle of their mixed juices. Sam was about to head out the door, but he turned back to Tyler “You still have my number, right?” Tyler nodded weakly. “Great. Call me later. I want you and Jake to come over to my place later. I think I can help you guys out.” Tyler didn’t have a chance to ask Sam what he was going to help with. Sam turned and ran out the door as soon as he finished speaking. Tyler forced himself to get up and get dressed. He didn’t really want to go to class, but he also didn’t want to be here if anyone happened to stop by. Tyler got dressed and took a quick look out the door. When he was sure the coast was clear he slipped out and headed down the hall. 

Chapter 24 - Geno-type pt. 24

Sam was glad to have Jake for a friend. Sam was such an emotional wreck today and he needed a little tough love. What Sam also needed was something to help him clear his mind. It seemed that no matter what he did with Jake and Tyler, it inevitably lead to hot, sloppy sex; not to mention a sizeable boost in his endowment. Sam begrudgingly admitted he loved how it felt; his balls and shaft swinging heavily with every movement he made.             Even at his fully released size, it was amazing. He couldn’t move well, but it was like having his own warm, soft bed wherever he went. He could just stage dive onto his own junk and lay there contentedly. His arms hung over the sides a bit, though; a down side to having a relatively skinny dick. Sam thought back to how great it felt to sleep atop of Jake’s absolutely monstrous cock. Sam own dick stirred awake at the thought. At his current max size, Sam figured his cock was probably close to eight feet, maybe nine. Sam used to be ok with his size. He used to measure in at seven inches fully hard, which was perfectly respectable. Even though his was a little on the skinny side, it all balanced out since his was longer than average, right? If anything the thinness just made his dick look longer.             Sam was perfectly happy with his equipment, or so he thought. Everything changed yesterday in the locker room. Sam could vividly remember watching Tyler slowly pull down his towel revealing inch after inch of long, thick cock. Sam felt his breath catch in his throat. His own meager dick was rock hard, and so were those of some of the other boys in the room. Sam could tell he was better off than most of the guys there, but he still felt painfully inadequate.             Tyler then went to shower alone, leaving the rest of the team to fumble awkwardly with getting ready to go home. Feelings ranged from horny, to inadequate, to almost religious awe of the spectacle they had just seen. Slowly and steadily all the boys had trickled out of the locker room leaving just Sam behind to wait for Tyler.             Sam was unable to bring himself to take his towel off long enough to change into some real clothes. He was the most painfully erect he had ever been in in his life. He felt like he would die of shame if anyone happened to catch a glimpse of his rock hard stiffy.             Sam managed to look somewhat busy with other tasks, so that the other boys wouldn’t get too suspicious of his lack of clothing; gelled his hair; put another coat of deodorant on; the usual stuff. He had even managed to work up the courage to talk to Tyler. Sam had had a crush on Tyler for so long and seeing Tyler in all his naked glory was just too much for him; especially with that magnificent cock.             Sam quickly jotted down his cell number on a slip of paper and paced anxiously in front of the stall where Tyler was showering. It seemed to Sam like Tyler had been in there for far too long, but Sam just attributed it to his nerves. Sam was so anxious that five minutes felt like five weeks.             Sam thought he heard grunting coming from the other side of the curtain. Surely Tyler wasn’t doing what Sam thought he was, right? Just a few minutes ago this room was packed with people. Surely Tyler wouldn’t rub one out in such a public place, right? Even the thought of it made Sam harder. Sam had hoped that he would have time to get his hardon under control before Tyler got done with his shower, but listening to Tyler beat his massive meat on the other side of the curtain was not helping at all.             Suddenly there was a loud slam coming from the stall. Sam could see the partition shake. It looked like Tyler had slammed against the side of the stall. Had he slipped and fallen? Sam rushed in closer to the stall, and grabbed the curtain. Sam balked when it came time to open the stall. He wanted to be sure Tyler was Ok, but he was also worried about revealing that he had been there the whole time. What would Tyler think of him then? Sam’s first real interaction with his crush would be Tyler finding out that Sam was creeping on him as he pounded away in the showers.             Sam’s moral quandaries were interrupted by a load moan of orgasmic pleasure followed by the sound of several jets of hot cum splattering against anything in range. Sam watched in awe as shot after shot of warm jizz splattered against the walls, and the roof, and… him? Sam’s brain crashed as a solid blast of spooge nailed him straight in the face.             Sam palmed absentmindedly at his face with his hand that wasn’t trying to hold up his towel as his brain struggled desperately to process what was happening. Sam pulled his hand away and stared with a bemused numbness as he watched the gobs of gooey spooge ooze between his fingers.             More and more jets of cum hit Sam as he stood there with his mouth hanging open in dumbfounded awe. The slimy layer of cum on his face slowly slid down and trickled into his open mouth. Sam had never tasted cum before. He had never really thought about it. He had never been sexual with another guy before. He had only ever even kissed a guy once, and that ended… poorly. Sam had never once even thought about tasting his own. When he got himself off he always either used whatever nearby article of clothing, usually a sock, he had on hand, or just walked over to the shower and washed off.             Sam was not prepared for the taste filling his mouth. He couldn’t even identify it at first. Sam tried to process what was in his mouth; it wasn’t bad tasting, per se. It was just odd. It was a pretty mellow flavor except for the bitter and salty tinge to it. Sam swallowed instinctively as his brain finally processed what had just happened.             Sam had just been doused in his crush’s cum, and then swallowed it. Sam’s mind repeated this last fact over and over. Sam felt a sense of joy and accomplishment swell up inside him as he realized that he had just swallowed Tyler’s load. Sam came hard just thinking about it; completely soaking his towel through and through.             Thinking back on it now, Sam could tell that that was definitely no normal orgasm. He had cum again and again with no sign of slowing down. He had cum so much that he had soaked a dry towel so thoroughly that it may as well have been a sheet of Kleenex. Sam’s balls actually continued to swell as they pumped out shot after shot of warm spunk. Sam’s bursts were constantly increasing in size and power. Sam’s own cum ran down his legs and pooled in a large, warm, sticky puddle at his feet.             Sam was too lost in his elation to realize it at the time, but throughout the entire time his hardon had never diminished; if anything it got harder, and thicker, and longer. When Tyler finally stepped out of the stall, covered in his own cum, Sam’s mind was still fumbling to regain control of the situation. Sam still could not quite tell what had gone down during their brief interaction. He was too busy trying to function amidst the crushing anxiety and the mind blowing euphoria he was simultaneously feeling.             Sam did know that he had managed to speak enough words to imply that he really, really, really liked Tyler, and that Tyler should call his cell sometime, but aside from that the entire scene was a blur in Sam’s mind. Sam was pretty sure he came extra long and extra hard when he had finally gotten to see Tyler’s thigh slapping wang dangling in all its radiant glory.             As Sam’s orgasms finally dwindled, and with it his euphoric haze, the intense anxiety took over. Sam panicked, and made some half assed excuse about his ride waiting for him. It was technically true, Sam’s dad would be along to pick him up, but his dad was always late because of work. Sam didn’t expect to see him for another hour or so.             Sam quickly dried off as much of the cum as he could and threw his clothes on. Sam found a nice quiet place to wait for his dad to arrive, while trying to regain control of his heart rate. It wasn’t until Sam got home that he got a good look at himself in the mirror so he could see just how much of Tyler’s cum was still caked onto him. It’s a good thing there was no one left at school while Sam was waiting for his ride. He couldn’t even imagine what anyone would say if they saw him. If Sam’s dad had thought anything about is son’s appearance, he had not said anything.             Sam peeled off his clothes and decided to take a shower to try and get some of the caked on spooge off of him. Sam looked at himself in the mirror and could see the true extent of the cumbath he had received earlier. It was plastered on to his chest and there was a lot of it down his legs, too. Just remembering it made him rock hard again. Sam watched in awe as his own respectable member, swelled up to it’s new rock hard maximum. There was no way Sam was this big earlier. He was huge!             Sam quickly fumbled through his backpack and found the ruler he used for school. It was not long enough; his erection was over a foot long. Probably thirteen or fourteen inches, judging by how much of his dick extended past the end of the ruler. Sam’s cock had almost doubled in length since this morning.             Sam stood there for a minute just marveling his newly enhanced dick. It looked identical to how it looked this morning; there was just so much more of it. Sam giggled to himself as he played with the skin around the head a little bit. Even at almost fourteen inches long, he still had so much foreskin that only a little bit of his pink head was visible before he pulled it back.               Sam wrapped his hand around the tip. Again he was shocked by the sheer size of it; Sam’s hand couldn’t fully wrap all the way around it now. Sam had intended to just pull back the skin a bit to check out how his new size looked all around, but the electric waves of pleasure that arced through his body from gripping his rigid shaft with his hand was too much. Sam gripped lower down the rod with his other hand; there was so much extra space on his rising column. He could get three or four more hands on there. Not that he would want more hands; that’d just be silly. Although, Sam would not say no to a little help from a friend; particularly a short, cut, team captain, friend.             Sam began pumping his shaft up and down as he brought himself closer and closer to the edge. He didn’t want to cum yet, though; he needed something else; something more. Sam saw the electric razor his dad had given him for Christmas, and he had an idea.              Sam had never actually used the electric before. He far preferred the clean feeling of a nice straight razor, but he kept it charging by his sink to not hurt his dad’s feelings. The electric razor was vaguely cylindrical and roughly five inches long. It was contoured to be held easily in someone’s hand, and it had three spinning round razors on the end. Sam had fiddled with it before, but he had never used it for shaving. He did know that if you cranked it to the max setting it began vibrating like those novelty massagers they sell at the pharmacy. One day when Sam was really bored he had set it on his desk, and cranked it to max, and watched it hop its way across the desk and onto the floor.               Sam pushed the rounded side up against his ass and flipped the switch. Feeling the vibrations along his tight hole was enough to make Sam begin leaking pre. Sam was a little surprised, since he rarely ever leaked pre, especially not in this volume, but he was too lost in a haze of lust to really give it much thought.             He could easily let loose and cum right then and there, but Sam wanted more. He was close to something big, he could feel it. Sam pressed the buzzing device harder against his rear hatch, but it wasn’t going anywhere. Sam had never tried any form of ass-play before; he had never even fingered himself. But he wanted to try it now.             Sam fumbled through the various bottles under his sink for one in particular. There was an old bottle of lube in there that had never been opened. It was a gift from one of his cousins, a bit of a coming out present. Sam wasn’t sure what to make of the gift at the time. The package had arrived in the mail a week after he had gotten out of the hospital. When he opened the plainly wrapped brown box, all he found inside was the bottle, with a purple bow on it, and a little rainbow tag on it that read “Confagulations.”             Sam was sure that it was some idea of a cruel joke. He had never been close to any of his extended family; both in terms of geography and in terms of familial bond. Over the months, though, Sam had become close to his cousin, Stacy, and her wife Jean. They kept in constant contact, and it was their encouragement and advice that helped Sam through the toughest months.             Sam smiled as he pulled off the purple ribbon and slathered some of the cool liquid on his fingers. Sam got down on his knees and laid down so that his chest was resting on the floor and his ass sticking up in the air as he began working his fingers into his hole. Sam was not sure what he was doing, but after poking and prodding, he began to figure it out. Once he figured out how to relax his muscles, the first finger went in easily, followed by the second. Sam continued to ply, kneed, and stretch the muscular lining of his asshole until he could easily get the four fingers from one hand in.             Sam waggled his fingers a bit; giggling from the tickling sensation within him. It felt surprisingly good to have something inside of him. The combination of the muscles stretching and him being filled was very soothing and relaxing. Sam worked the lining a bit more, and was soon ready to try the main event.             Sam turned to razor back on; being sure to leave the blaze guard on, so he could push down on the top without hurting his hand, and began shoving it down into him. He managed to slip it in fairly easily, and slowly shoved it in deeper and deeper. Sam finally stopped when it was just the last inch of the electric razor sticking out of him. Sam wished he had something bigger that would fill him deeper and more completely, but the razor felt amazing. The vibrations pulsed through his entire pelvis and deep into his groin. He could feel his engorged dick resonating with the buzzing of the device planted deep within him.             The vibrations traveling up and down the length of his huge dick were enough to send Sam over the edge. His eyes rolled back as he lost himself in the pleasure. Sam collapsed in a blissful daze as he pumped shot after heavy shot of warm spooge onto the tiled floor beneath him. Sam lost count of how many times he came after about twelve; the puddle of jizz continued to spread around him. Sam felt as the warmth reached his chest and continued to spread outwards. Soon even his shoulders were coated in the expanding ring of seed.             When the rolling tide of spooge reached the side of Sam’s face that was pressed against the tile, he indulged his curiosity even further.  Sam absentmindedly lapped at his own cum like a cat would drink milk. Now that he had tasted Tyler’s he was curious to see what his own brand would taste like. It was strange. It was similar to Tyler’s but Sam’s seemed more bitter compared to Tyler’s more salty taste. Sam rolled his spunk around in his mouth while he contemplated. He could really get used to the feeling of being filled with warm jizz.             Sam continued to lay there as his jets of spooge finally subsided. He could see the rainbow “Confagulations” tag floating past his on the sea of jizz. “Confagulations” indeed, Sam thought contentedly to himself. The puddle of jizz was now far larger than Sam’s body. If anyone had come in and seen the spectacle they would have probably noted that Sam looked much like some unfortunate stoolie in a gangland drama, except for the fact that his seeping puddle was creamy white instead of cranberry red.             That puddle had been a royal bitch to clean up. Sam had spent hours scrubbing it down with rags. Sam didn’t even want to think of how much work it was going to take to clean up his fortress of spunkitude in its current goopy state.             Eventually the fervent shaking from the razor had caused it to pop itself loose from Sam’s raised ass. It rattled to the floor and hopped and flopped around like a Magikarp on dry land, futilely bumping against Sam’s legs with ineffectively splash attacks until the batteries finally died.             When the fog of orgasmic joy finally faded, Sam pulled himself up off the floor, and out of the sticky puddle of his own cooling jizz. Sam silently showered as he let the warmth of the water on is skin mix with the warmth of the afterglow that was still coursing through his body. Sam wasn’t sure how or why he had been gifted with such a magnificent dick, but he was glad that he was. He wanted to make sure that people could tell that he was packing. Fortunately most of his pants were tight enough to show off his bulge, but Sam wanted something more. He wanted his package to be undeniable. It was then that he had remembered the advertisements he had seen online, underwear ads to be precise. Ads he totally only watched for the actual product, and not for the hot guys in skimpy clothing; guys whose massive dicks were threatening to spring out of the fabric at any second. Honest. Sam had spent the rest of the evening researching the cuts and styles to really show off what he had. In a few hours he had a working template to build off of, and within an hour after that he had a working prototype. Sam had spent so much time just posing in front of the mirror that night. He had never really thought of himself as being cute before, but now that he had well over a foot of meat to accentuate his already good looks, Sam could honestly say he looked hot. Sam posed and flexed in front of the mirror; mimicking many of the same poses he had seen earlier in the night during his “research.” Sam wished he had a decent camera, and better yet, someone who knew how to take good shots. Sam figured he could easily be a model if he had someone to help him get his portfolio ready. As Sam’s daydreams shifted to his catwalk show from the night before he was jarringly brought back to reality. That’s right. The whole reason he had dragged Jake and Tyler out here was so that he could help get them clothes that they could wear to school. At their current sizes, nothing would fit them. Sam wasn’t sure how long he had been out of it, but Jake was still holding him tight. Sam was so glad to have the emotional support, and he wished to help is friends. Now he knew how to do just that. “Hey. Thank you. I mean it.” Sam squeezed Jake tighter for a second before letting go. “Now let me help you guys.” Jake smiled. “Looks like you are the one who could use some help right now.” Jake said as he gestured downward. Sam was rock hard from his recent reverie. As much as Sam really would like to get off again… and again, he felt it best to hold off for now. He really liked Jake and Tyler, and he wanted to be their friend; not just their fuck buddy. “Not now. I brought you guys out here so I could help you with clothes to fit your…” Sam mulled over the right words for a minute. “gifted sizes. I won’t be able to get you into normal clothes, but at least we can get you guys something that would be legal to be seen in public in?” Jake laughed at the thought of the three of them out in public. Imagine all the stares they would get just walking down the street; parents pulling their children away while covering their eyes; people running screaming from their cars to escape the oncoming bulge; random Japanese tourists pointing and screaming “It’s Codzilla!” at the gigantic packages that were threatening to spring loose and crush cars and buildings in their wake.    When Jake stifled his laughter enough to talk he asked “Is there anything we can do to help?” Sam thought for a minute. They could probably help him out. Jake was really good with numbers and so he could easily adjust the template to their new sizes, and Tyler just loved to be as up close and personal with their huge cocks as he could get; measuring would be a perfect job for him. “Sure! Just get cleaned up first and meet me up in my room.” Sam sloshed through the crater of cum that was formed where Jake’s colossal nuts had been resting before they shrank down. The spunk was up past Sam’s knees. He was really going to need to clean off his legs before they got too dry and crusty. That could wait until after he got back to his room, though. His legs were just going to keep getting messy as he slogged through the soggy bog of jizz that was his backyard. 

Chapter 6 - Geno-type pt. 6

Tyler rolled over so he was now lying directly on top of Jake. His massive dick was sandwiched between them. Tyler and Jake gazed into each other’s eyes and began to kiss some more. After a few minutes Tyler broke the kiss and gave Jake a lascivious look. “Ready to go again, are we?” Tyler’s cock was pressed up against Jake’s and he could feel that Jake was already completely rigid. Even though Tyler was still mostly soft, his massive dick completely eclipsed Jake’s.             Tyler began to grind against Jake’s erection. “You want this really bad don’t you? I can see it in your eyes. I can feel your heartbeat.” Tyler continued to grind as he spoke in the most seductive voice he could imagine. Jake’s heartbeat wasn’t the only thing he could feel. He could feel Jake’s breathing becoming more labored, and he could feel Jake’s dick becoming slicker with each pass. Tyler began to inch forward and began to sit upright until he was sitting on Jake’s stomach; his dick, now also hard, poking against Jake’s mouth. “This is what you want, isn’t it?”             Tyler held his cock down with both hands and guided it back and forth across Jake’s lips. Tyler was sure Jake would start sucking the tip at any second, but Jake shook his head. “No.”             “…No?” Tyler was very confused. He didn’t know what to do now. He pointed his cock off to the side so he could look Jake in the eyes and shot Jake a questioning look. “What do you mean no?”             “I… I want to take it.” Jake stammered. His cheeks were red, and his voice was faltering. He was a very awkward combination of very horny and very uncertain.             Tyler rolled off and scooted over so he was sitting right beside Jake. “Really? I don’t even know if you can anymore.” Tyler was conflicted. He really, really, wanted to top Jake. The thought of which had woken him up many nights in the past, but no matter how horny he was, he couldn’t bear the thought of hurting his friend. He had grown so much in the past few days that he didn’t even know if it was physically possible to have sex in the traditional ways. Well, in what passes for traditional in the world of gay sex.             Jake propped himself up on his elbows. “I think I can do it. How big would you say you are, anyway?” Jake nodded towards Tyler’s fading erection. Tyler’s worry was beginning to overtake his lust, and his once proud spire was beginning to droop.             “Um. About twenty inches last I checked, but I might have crept up a few since then.”             “I think I can take it. I can do sixteen easy enough.”             “Bull. Shit.”             “No really. I, uh, do this a lot actually.”             Tyler was actually hurt by this. He was sure that he was Jake’s first. Jake could see the pain in Tyler’s eyes and quickly corrected himself “No, no. Not like that. You know that old box in my closet?” Tyler nodded. He knew the one. It was an antique wooden toy chest. Tyler had tried to open it one day, and Jake had stopped him. Jake said that it was an old family heirloom and was just there because it had sentimental value.             “You lying little deviant!” Tyler laughed and frogged Jake’s arm.             “Ow! Look, I wasn’t completely lying. It belonged to my great aunt, and it is filled with toys… The toys aren’t that old, though… and not really child friendly.” Jake was blushing really hard now. Whether it was because he felt bad about lying to his best friend for so long, or because he was embarrassed to be admitting to having a giant box of sex toys in his bedroom, he could not bring himself to look Tyler in the eyes. Jake looked down at the bed they were sitting on while he spoke. He was drawing circles in the sheets with one hand, while the other hand rubbed the welt on his arm.            Tyler was back in action. Hearing about his boyfriend’s sex toy kink got him hard all over again and ten some. “Next time we do this at your place.”             Jake lay back down on the bed, and turned his head to look at Tyler. “I am ready.” Unlike Tyler, Jake’s hard on had not weakened for even a moment. He was quivering with anticipation.             “Like hell you are!” Tyler shot back. It was Jake’s time to be confused. He shot Tyler a questioning look. “I am still not convinced this will work, and you can guarantee there is no way I am going to try and ride you raw.” Tyler hopped off the end of the bed and walked over to his desk. He got down on all fours and began digging around underneath. Jake was enjoying the view. Tyler had an amazing ass from all the sports he played. Tyler’s balls almost scraped the ground as they swung back and forth. Every time Tyler leaned in really far to grab something his leaky rager would drag across the floor leaving snail trails in the carpet.  Eventually he found what he was looking for. He pulled out an old shoebox from under the clutter and carried it over to where Jake was laying. He held the box tightly between his right hand and the pit of elbow and opened the lid to present the contents as if he was some fancy waiter presenting a high class bottle of wine. There were bottles in the box. It took Jake a second to figure out what they were. Lube! Lots of different sizes and colors of it!             Tyler pulled out a red bottle “Since this is your first time, the house would recommend the cherry.” Jake playfully kicked Tyler’s knee for this joke. “Terribly sorry, sir. We forgot that you gave that already to Dildo Baggins.” Jake tried to kick Tyler again, but was laughing too hard to aim properly. Tyler popped open the bottle and began pouring it all over his two foot erection. After draining most of the bottle he gestured over to Jake to move. “Flip over. I’ll do you too.” He immediately caught the double entendre of what he said. Jake did too, apparently, but he was giggling too hard to actually call him out on it. Jake rolled over onto his stomach, but then he felt Tyler’s still slick hands grab him by the hips and pull him up towards the end of the bed. Jake was now face down, ass up. His rear was right about at the end of the bed, and Tyler was standing on his knees right at the end of the bed. This put Tyler right above eye level with Jake’s cheeks. Jake couldn’t see what Tyler was doing, but he could sure feel it. Tyler started by sucking on his balls. Jake had a puffy gouch, with a pronounced crease down the center. Tyler followed this crease with his tongue up through the canyon. Tyler worked his way up and down the inside of each cheek. The skin tasted salty with sweat. Jake’s mind was becoming fuzzy. He was struggling to control his breathing. The sensation was amazing, and they hadn’t even gotten to the main event yet. Tyler squirted the rest of the bottle right into Jake’s ass, and then began to knead the lube around Jake’s hole. Jake knew what was coming and so he focused on relaxing the muscles in his sphincter. Tyler stuck the tip of his tongue into the hole and flicked at the sides. Jake inhaled sharply and began to cum. Ok. So he thought he knew what was going to happen next. Even though he just shot, he was still rock hard, and feeling like he could go for hours. Tyler slipped the pointer finger on both hands into the Jake’s anus and began to gently massage the sides of the muscles. As the muscles began to relax he managed to slip in the middle fingers. Jake’s eyes were rolling back into his head by this point. He wasn’t capable of rational thought or speech anymore. He was completely lost in the pleasure. Tyler stepped up the pace. He managed to get three fingers on either hand in, followed by the pinkies. Tyler was impressed. Jake’s ass obviously saw a lot of use based on how easy it was to open up. Tyler had both hands pressed together, back of his hands touching, and his fingers down Jake’s Hole. He slowly worked his way down until it was time to slip the thumbs in. Slowly, and steadily he managed to get all the way in, both hands up to the wrist. He slid his hands back and forth slowly to loosen Jake up a little more. He would occasionally rub his fingers across the inside lining of the passage. Jake shot a few more times during the process. Tyler slowly pulled out, and climbed up in bed with Jake. Tyler then flipped Jake back around onto his back. “It’s time. Are you sure you are ready for this?” Jake was no longer able to speak. He let out a low moan and managed to nod a little. Tyler was standing on is knees, and lifted Jake’s legs up a little to give him a clear path. Jake took the hint and grabbed his legs and pulled back to help. Tyler needed both hands to guide his cock in. He pushed up right up against Jake’s hole and took a deep breathe. He eased himself in as slowly as he could. It felt amazing. He never imagined it could feel so warm, so slick, so tight. Jake could feel Tyler’s large cock head enter him. Nothing could have prepared him for the sensation. He was being stretched far more than he had ever been before. Once the cock was in, it filled him far beyond anything he had ever felt before. It was so thick, and warm, he could feel Tyler’s heartbeat pulsing through it. Jake had no idea how far in Tyler was yet. He couldn’t bring his eyes to focus so he could look. His body tensed as he felt Tyler brush against his G-spot. He had hit it before with his toys, but never like this. This didn’t just hit it, it completely smashed it. Jake came hard, again and again. He could vaguely make out Tyler’s teasing voice saying “already? I’m barely even halfway in!” Tyler stopped his advance as his friend convulsed and shot everywhere. It was like each shot was more powerful than the last. Jake was covering his chest, and face, as well as the bed, the wall, and the headboard. Tyler’s pillows were completely soaked, and Jake showed no sign of stopped. All the motioned and muscles tightening and shifting, was making it hard for Tyler to not blow his load as well. Tyler forced himself to keep progressing in. He was three quarters of the way; so close, and yet so far. It seemed like every new inch brought another orgasm from Jake. Finally Tyler felt his balls smack up against Jake’s ass. He was all the way in. “It’s in.” Tyler said. Jake still couldn’t talk, but his face was a mixture of pride and relief. Tyler shifted his position so he could hold Jake’s legs up as he rocked back and forth. It was time to see if his theory was correct. Tyler couldn’t help it anymore. He came inside his boyfriend, and this was proving to be the biggest one yet. He kept cumming, but he didn’t show any signs of getting softer. Tyler began to thrust in and out, slowly, but slowly getting faster. Every time he pulled back he pulled large globs of froth out with him. Tyler’s eyes could not focus on anything. They kept rolling around. He tried to bring them back into focus, but they’d just roll back into his head. His thigh muscles felt like they were about to give out t any moment, but still he kept thrusting. He would occasionally catch brief glimpses of Jake’s face, and body. Jake was as much in the throes of his orgasm as Tyler was. His back was arching, and his hips were bucking. Tyler could feel every movement that Jake’s muscles made reverberate though his penis. They were both still rock hard, but their bodies were about spent. Jake’s hard on was beginning to creep upwards. When they started the tip rested just below his belly button. It continued to slide upwards bit by bit as Tyler shot inside him. His balls would contract upward as he came, and completely drain themselves. Then in the span of less than a second they would refill, slightly larger than before. Each cumshot was getting slightly bigger as a result. Both Jake and Tyler gave one last large blast, and then Tyler collapsed on top of Jake; his head on Jake’s chest. Tyler’s cock had softened up, but was still deep inside Jake. They lay in the bed for a long time trying to catch their breath, and enjoying each other’s presence. Slowly and steadily Tyler’s dick slid out from Jake. When the head finally slipped out, all the pent up spooge inside Jake also began to stream out. There was a lot of it. Tyler could feel Jake’s abdomen deflate as it all came leaking out. It’s hard to say how long they lay there like that, but eventually there came a knock on the door. “Dinner in 15, boys.” They heard Tyler’s mother say. 

Chapter 13 - Geno-type pt. 13

Jake could feel the sunlight hitting his eyelids. Ugh. This is why he kept the blinds shut at all times. It’s too early to be awake. His alarm didn’t even go off yet. He was having such a good dream too. Jake couldn’t remember anything about his dream, but he felt happy. Whatever it was the memory had faded, but the feelings had not. Jake sighed a little bit. No sense in staying in bed. Jake could never fall right back asleep after he was awake. He would have liked to stay in the dream a little while longer, though.             He begrudgingly opened his eyes. He had to squint at first; the sunlight was pouring in from the window directly into his face. Once his eyes adjusted he was able to take in his surroundings. This was Tyler’s room. This was Tyler’s bed. Where was Tyler? All of Jake’s senses quickly snapped awake. He could now feel Tyler’s body interlocked with his own. He looked down and he could see Tyler’s head pressed against his chest. Jake was no longer worried about his fleeting dreams. This was far better than any dream he could have hoped for.             All the memories of last night flooded back into his mind. They had had sex. Not just once, but four times? Well, technically two. The definition of sex can get a little hazy sometimes. Either way, he had a wild night with his best friend; his best friend who is now his boyfriend. Jake let that last thought soak in a bit while he stroked Tyler’s hair.             Jake would have loved to run his fingers through Tyler’s hair, but Tyler’s hair was hard and plastered together. It was almost like Tyler had tried to style his hair with an industrial sized vat of hair gel or maybe a can of deck sealant. Jake got a good look at the ceiling and walls surrounding them. Much of the room was coated in much the same way. The smell was incredible. It was so potent, and yet fairly calming. Jake recognized the smell easy enough. It was the same smell that was wafting off of Tyler’s skin. Sweat; quite a bit of sweat. Sweat and cum. Lots and lots of cum. Jake took in a deep breath. The smell was intoxicated. He could feel his dick begin to stir and inflate. But wait. His dick was fairly cramped in here. Jake looked down at how he and Tyler were sleeping, and pieced it all together. He was asleep on his side. Jake’s arms were wrapped around Tyler. Tyler was nestled in close; Tyler’s back pressed firmly against Jake’s chest and stomach. Spooning. That’s what this is called, right? Jake thought to himself. He couldn’t believe he was actually spooning with Tyler, and he was the big spoon, no less. Jake supposed that made sense since he was so much taller. That didn’t explain the pressure on Jake’s cock. He shifted his position enough that he could see over Tyler’s body. He got a good look at both his and Tyler’s respective packages. Oh right, that could be a problem. Jake’s cock was threaded between Tyler’s legs. It stretched farther on and then dangled off the edge of the bed a bit. He could see Tyler’s massive nut sack mashed up against his own dick. Tyler’s own cock was even bigger. It was probably taller than even Jake was. Tyler was hugging it close to his chest as he slept. Tyler was spooning his own dick. The shaft running along the front of his body, up past his head, hit the headboard, and looped back…. right under Jake’s head. Jake wasn’t using a pillow; his head was propped up on the spongy tip of Tyler’s monstrous cock. Jake could feel himself getting ever harder at this thought, but he couldn’t afford another go with Tyler. He had classes in a few short hours, and he still had no idea how he was going to go out in public in his current state. Jake quietly rolled onto his back; he was being careful not to wake Tyler. Now that he was on his back he could feel his enormous sack. It had been fine while he was asleep on his side; he just got his legs around the top of the sack and let his balls lay behind him. Now that he was on his back it was a very different story. His legs were now lying directly on top of his nuts. They were huge. He could not even completely bend his knees, since each nut was taller than the length of the upper half of his leg. He felt like he did when he was a kid, and watching Saturday morning cartoons on the couch. He used to love to lie on the couch with his feet over the backrest, while he watched the screen upside down. Jake slowly managed to slide his massive semi out from between Tyler’s legs. He went slowly and quietly to avoid waking Tyler up. Tyler wasn’t the only thing that was in danger of waking up, though. Jake was already extremely aroused from the moment he woke up; feeling Tyler’s legs rub against his dick just made it worse. By the time Jake pulled himself loose his dick was already standing upward; wobbling awkwardly from side to side. Seeing his own shaft point skyward like this took Jake’s breath away. He stared in awe as he surveyed the sheer magnitude of his spire; it wasn’t even fully hard yet. Jake slowly managed to get his arousal under control as he slid down to the foot of the bed. Once he got close to the edge of the bed, Jake maneuvered his legs so that his shins pushed up against his nuts; he slipped a foot under each ball and began to walk them slowly to the edge. Jake was very glad that the footboard of Tyler’s bed was lower than the mattress; if it wasn’t he didn’t know how he would get out of the bed without waking Tyler. Jake arced he back to get enough leverage to shove his balls over the edge of the bed with his feet. Jake managed to push his balls a little over half way over the edge before he decided to let gravity do its thing. Jake’s pouch rolled over the end of the bed, and the rest of his body followed. It was far from the most elegant landing ever; Jake never was very coordinated or athletic. He managed to land on his feet, but he wasn’t able to get is legs straightened out in time. His feet hit the ground first, followed immediately by his hefty nuts. As his balls hit the floor with an audible smack, Jake could feel all the muscles in his abdomen cramp up. He didn’t land all that hard, fortunately, so the uncomfortable cramping was the extent of the damage. He had landed hard on his ass a split second after his nuts hit the ground. He had actually hit his ass much harder on his ass than on his nuts, but he really could not even feel the soreness in his bottom over the cramping in his stomach. Jake staggered to his feet as the cramping subsided. His dick had deflated quite a bit by now, but it was still sort of bobbing out in front of him as he walked. Jake took a quick look back at Tyler before walking into the bathroom. Tyler was still fast asleep; hugging his massive dick as if it were a giant teddy bear. Jake walked into the bathroom and began to run the shower. It usually took a minute to warm up enough for him. As he waited he realized he hadn’t used the restroom since he left his house yesterday. He suddenly really needed to; like some sort of Pavlovian response to being so near a toilet. Jake stared at the toilet for a minute as he tried to figure out how he could even physically manage to use it. Obviously the mechanics are still the same, but the size and positioning would require a lot of reworking. Jake was now soft enough that he could rest the head of his cock on the toilet seat, but that wouldn’t work. The angle of entry would be all wrong. All he would succeed in doing is blasting the back of the toilet; completely missing the bowl. Come on, think Jake. Jake surveyed the room, and there he saw it. Wedged in between the Toilet and shower stall was a tall, skinny cabinet. It wasn’t mounted to the floor like every other fixture in the room. This one was added recently as a bit of decoration; it had the added function of hiding the extra rolls of paper, while still keeping them in arm’s length of the bowl. Jake moved the cupboard over in front of the toilet and draped his cock over it. He would now have a much better angle to shoot from. Jake leaned back against the wall and let loose. He could feel the relief immediately as the pressure in his bladder faded away, but he could feel something else. The stream felt really weak. It wasn’t exactly weak, per se, but given the way things had been going since last night, Jake had expected some sort of explosion of juices, a steaming hot geyser of piss. Apparently his bladder was unaffected by the changes that he had undergone during the past evening. Jake suddenly felt really silly, and so when he was done, he hefted his dick off the podium he had set up, flushed the bowl, and hopped into the shower hoping to forget the event ever happened.  Jake’s shower was relatively uneventful. He had to spend extra time scrubbing off the layers of cum had had acquired during the night. It wasn’t just the bunch that was sprayed on him, but also the large globs that had dripped down from the ceiling during the night. He also spent a bit of extra time polishing his equipment; not because it particularly needed it but because it felt amazing. Jake kneaded the soap up and down every inch of his shaft. He was starting to get harder as he went. He could feel his legs getting wobbly from the waves of pleasure coursing through his body, and so he decided to sit down. Sitting down proved to be a very good idea because it made it easy for him to wash the underside of his balls; trying to wrap his body around the large orbs that protruded in front of him proved to be very difficult.  Jake scrubbed every inch of his sack vigorously. He rubbed and massaged his balls all over; losing himself in the pleasure. He could feel himself edging closer and closer.             Jake wanted so much to just rub one out right then and there, but he knew that once he starting gushing he wouldn’t be able to stop. As much as he wished to stay there and drain his nearly endless amounts of spooge into the shower, Jake realized that he would have to work quickly to get everything ready in time for class. Jake let out a long reluctant sigh as he rinsed the conditioner out of his hair and then began to dry off. Is dick was slowly starting to deflate again, but it was still extra sensitive. Even just trying to dry off his shaft with a towel brought him close to the edge again. As Jake finished drying off his cock he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He looked ridiculous. His cock was so big that he could only look at himself from the side. His dick was taller and thicker than he was. Jake figured his shoulders might be a little broader than his shaft, but his waist was definitely smaller. How in the world was he going to hide this thing? Jake slung his damp towel over his shoulder and walked back into Tyler’s room. He wouldn’t be able to see very well until his throbbing erection finally faded. Fortunately he was able to get around by looking around either side of his dick. He had a giant blind spot right in the middle, but he could navigate well enough from what else he could see. As Jake entered Tyler’s room he could hear Tyler speak to him. “Hey, sexy. Sure you don’t want a little help with that?” Jake could not see Tyler, but just from the tone of Tyler’s voice Jake could tell that he was horny and feeling a little devious, but then again Tyler was always a little devious; since last night he was also always horny.   “Not now.” Jake said. He was trying to sound resolute, but his voice came out as somewhat disheartened. “We have to hurry if we are going to be ready in time for school.” Jake crossed his arms in front of his chest, but he wasn’t sure if that helped his case or just made him look more ridiculous. “Oh, come now. It’s barely six o’clock. We have a few hours yet.” Tyler said with his most seductive voice. Jake could hear Tyler getting closer with each word. Jake tried to do a quick calculation in his head. If it was only 6 am then they still had a few hours. Plenty of time for a quickie, right? But in the back of his mind, Jake knew there was no such thing as a quickie with Tyler. Not at their current measurements. They would be at it for an hour and both be a hot, sticky, mess. Just thinking about it made Jake harder. He was starting to dribble again; something Tyler was quick to exploit. “You really don’t expect me to believe that you aren’t in the mood, do you?” Tyler continued to try and entice Jake. Jake could feel Tyler’s fingers running up and down the length of his dick; drawing arbitrary patterns in the stream of pre. Jake was actually glad he couldn’t see Tyler right now. If he looked into Tyler’s face and saw that devious glint in his green eyes and that cocky smile, Jake would lose it. Jake tried to shake the image from his mind. Even the thought of Tyler was turning him on. The more he tried to not think about Tyler the clearer the image became in his mind. He wanted to not imagine the cut abs that was flashing vividly in his mind. He tried to banish the thought of the several feet of Tyler’s cock that was snaking its way through his consciousness. Jake was losing this fight and he knew it. He would probably just have to call today a bust. Jake didn’t really need to go to school today, did he? He had not used any of his skip days yet. They were getting so close to the end of the school year, He could almost take the rest of the semester off and be in good academic standing. Jake’s knees began to feel week so he leaned back against the wall to steady himself. Jake’s mind continued to drift. It would be fine, he had such high grades that he was given the option to opt out of all of his finals. He slid down the wall and slowly sank until he was seated flat on his ass; his legs spread wide to make room for his massive balls. Jake’s closed his eyes and accepted defeat. Tyler got down on his knees in front of Jake and began to lick the tip of Jake’s cock all over. Tyler knew that Jake had given up, and so Tyler decided to take his time with Jake; it’s not like Tyler actually cared if he went to school today. He worked on Jake’s cock all while never taking his eyes off of Jake’s. Jake tried to keep his eyes open, but the pleasure coursing through his body was getting to be too much. The best he could manage was to occasionally get his eyelids to flutter open for a second or two while his eyes tried to focus on anything. Jake could occasionally make eye contact with Tyler and see that Tyler was no longer trying to be seductive. Tyler was beaming with pride. Tyler had won, and they both knew it. ‘That’s fine.’ Jake thought to himself. ‘As long as I get my projects turned in I am guaranteed straight As. Projects? What Projects? He only had one project and that wasn’t due until… “SHIT!” Jake yelled as he jumped up to his feet. Tyler fell backwards after being rammed in the face by Jake’s throbbing erection. It was so hard and big and it was moving so fast, Tyler felt like he had just been slammed in the face by a battering ram. Tyler could feel the sharp pain in his face. He wiped his mouth to see a little bit of blood on his hand. It wasn’t bad though. It appeared to be just a split lip. “What the hell was that?” Tyler moaned while he continued to rub his lip. “Look. Sorry, but my AP Bio project is due today. I cannot miss this, and I still need to put my folder together. I have to get home. Right now.” Jake was speaking in short bursts between breaths as he ran around the room. Tyler wanted to laugh in spite of the pain. Jake just looked so silly running around with his left hand gripping colossal wang close to his shoulder in order be able to see where he is going. Although, Tyler had to pull a similar maneuver just to be able to try and suck off his boyfriend. AP Bio is such a cockblock. Tyler watched as Jake ran over to Tyler’s closet and began pulling spare covers out. Tyler always kept spare bedding on the top shelf of his closet for when Jake stayed over. Last night was actually the first time they had ever shared a bed. Tyler was sitting on the floor of his room. His rock hard dick was sticking straight up. As Jake ran past Tyler, Tyler was able to do a quick comparison. The top of Jake’s head did not even reach the tip of Tyler’s cock. Since Tyler was sitting down that would mean that the base of his dick was pretty close to floor level. Tyler’s cock was bigger than Jake! Jake had already thrown a sheet around his waist as best he could to make a makeshift skirt and was in the middle of pulling another blanket over his shoulders as a makeshift shawl when he noticed it too. Jake’s cock was taller than he was by a good margin; probably another foot or so taller than he was. Jake was mesmerized. Jake realized that he should probably be worried, maybe even emasculated, but he wasn’t. Jake was just in awe. Tyler’s cock was glorious; a thing of sheer beauty. Jake stared at it longingly, wishing for the day when his would be that big; if not even bigger. Jake was able to break his gaze away from the magnificent tool that was standing before him. He needed to get home and soon. Jake had a passable outfit. It would at least serve to get him across the street easy enough. His cock had deflated enough so that Jake could hold it close to his chest and it would not be too terribly noticeable. “Look. I’ve got to get home now. I’ll try and find us some clothes that will fit. Just get ready for school, and I’ll be back to pick you up in about two hours.” Jake explained to Tyler. Jake really wanted to stay, but he had obligations to fulfill; he could not afford to ruin his class averages.  Jake quickly ran across the street over to his house, and tried the door. It was locked tight. Damn it. His parents must have locked it before they went to bed last night, and Jake left his key in his pants at Tyler’s place. Jake’s parents were an older couple who had already retired. They would not be awake for a few more hours. Not that he wanted them to see him like this anyway. He could run back to Tyler’s house and grab his key, but Jake really didn’t want to risk it. Jake slipped around the side of the house and easily opened the side gate. He then ran to the back door and tried to open that one. This one opened without a hitch. Jake breathed a sigh of relief and then crept inside. It was strange to have to sneak into his own house. It was kind of fun, too. Jake silently hummed the Mission Impossible theme to himself as he continued creeping through the house. Jake went upstairs, past his parents’ bedroom, and into his brother’s old room. Jake had two brothers, both several years older than him. The younger of the two was almost twenty years older than him. It’s pretty easy to figure out how Jake came to be from there. A small, close knit family, their two kids go off to college leaving the parents home alone for the first time in twenty five years. The empty nest syndrome sets in, and the old couple has a little too much fun one Friday evening. Nine month later along comes Jake. Jake slipped into his younger brother’s room, and began rummaging through his clothes. Jake’s older brother was the most popular guy around. He was tall, strong, smart, good looking. The younger brother… not so much. He was overweight and moody. He grew bitter from always living in his brother's shadow. He had done alright in college, got a degree, and then moved back in with the parents for a few years. Jake was still really young back then, but he remembered that his brother went through a phase. Well, one of many, but his brother used to wear big, black, clothing; huge, baggy pants, oversized trench coats, and lots of belts. Jake was hoping that the sheer size of his brother, and the style of is old clothes would make them viable options. Jake was able to find a suitable outfit for himself relatively easily. The pants had a much wider waist than Jake was used to, and the legs were so big and baggy he could pretty much stand up in one of them. That’s what he needed, though, because he was going to need to get two legs down one side. Jake slipped the pants on easy enough, but he could not get it all the way up to his waist. He had to sit is low on his hips, below even the base of his cock. This gave him enough room for his giant nuts to clear the inseam. Jake slipped his cock down the left leg, but his cock was just a little too long. It still poked out the bottom of the pant leg. There had to be a way to make this work. Jake pondered his situation for a minute, and then he remembered the box full of belts in his brother’s closet. Jake grabbed a couple of belts from out of the box and fastened them to his leg. To anyone looking, it would just appear to be an interesting fashion statement, but the real purpose was to keep his dick from shifting downward in his pant leg. Jake then grabbed a similar pair and a large coat for Tyler. Jake ran over to his room next and grabbed a long, tight shirt to complete the look. Jake then took his time gathering is papers and getting some breakfast. Jake was torn; he wanted to continue rushing so that he could get back to Tyler. He didn’t actually trust Tyler to not spend the entire time just jacking off. On the other hand Jake didn’t trust Tyler to not jump his bones the second he walked in the room. Jake needed to arrive back at Tyler’s place soon enough, that he could make Tyler get ready for school, but late enough that Tyler wouldn’t have enough time to get Jake back out of his clothes. Jake looked at the clock. He had over an hour before he had to leave for school. He could afford to take his time. He needed some time alone anyway, time away from Tyler to really think over what was happening. Jake poured himself a big bowl of cereal and ate in silence as he reflected over the past night. In the span of one night Jake had come out to his best friend. He had proceeded to then have sex with said friend. Lots of sex with said friend; hot, steamy, mind blowing sex with said friend. In the process, Jake’s perfectly average, unremarkable, six inches exploded into what is likely well over four feet. That’s not even the worst part. He has tried to think of it rationally, and every rational part of his brain says this is wrong. He doesn’t care though, he loves it. Jake loves the way it looks, the way it feels, and oh god, he loves the way that Tyler loves it. Just thinking of the way Tyler looks at him now, the lust and unbridled passion in Tyler’s eyes, makes Jake horny all over again. Jakes mind kept replaying the scene from earlier this morning; the way Tyler would keep his lustful gaze fixed on Jake as he worked Jake’s cock. Just thinking about it now, Tyler could feel himself getting hard again. His cock began to inflate and press against the belts. The pain of the shackles digging into his tethered leviathan snapped Jake back to reality. He would have to be careful in public. It would be too easy to let his cock slip loose if he got too hard. Jake could already tell that this was going to be one hell of a day. Jake took his sweet time with the rest of his preparations. He actually enjoyed taking not being in a rush. He had plenty of time to do everything he could want to without needing to worry. Not to mention he still had this nagging feeling in the back of is mind that he would have had plenty of time for a quick one with Tyler. Jake was afraid that if he got to Tyler’s place too early the urge would take over and all his work would be undone. Jake tilted the bowl to his mouth and chugged all the leftover milk from his cereal. Taking it slow was nice and all, but he really did have to actually finish getting ready. His next stop was the bathroom to do some much needed brushing. His mouth tasted awful. Jake felt like he had the funk of forty thousand years rolling around his tongue. He hadn’t brushed his teeth before going to sleep last night like he normally did so now he had this funky taste in his mouth; Jake didn’t doubt his unusual diet during the recent night had something to do with that as well. Jake brushed his teeth until he could feel the fluoride begin to burn his tongue. Then he rinsed his mouth out and did the same thing with some Listerine. His mouth burned, but at least the taste was going away. He could go around school today without worrying about his breath smelling like crypt dust and cum.    Jake looked at the clock again and realized he had thirty minutes before he had to leave for class. He figured now would be a good time to go fetch Tyler. Jake wouldn’t be at all surprised if he had to force Tyler to get his ass in gear. Tyler liked to slack off for as long as possible; especially when it came to getting ready to go places he would rather not go to. Jake gathered up his school supplies and walked over to Tyler’s house. He was pleasantly surprised to find Tyler already getting out of the shower. Tyler walked out of his bathroom and into his bedroom wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his head. Tyler’s cock was draped over his shoulders as is he was wearing it like a feather boa. His lip seemed to be completely healed already. “About time you got back. You missed all the fun.” Tyler said with his trademark grin. Jake just sighed again. “You rubbed one off anyway, didn’t you? I had a feeling you wouldn’t have enough sense to just get ready to go. We’ve only got twenty minutes left before we need to go. Hurry up and put these on.” Jake tossed Tyler a pair of pants, a shirt, and a large coat. Tyler caught the pants that were thrown his way, but didn’t even bother trying to catch the rest. “This your brother’s old stuff?” Tyler sniffed it. “Oh, damn. Ten year old reefer funk.” Tyler stuck his tongue out in a look of comical disgust. “Oh, come on. They’ve been washed, and haven’t been worn in years. You shouldn’t be able to smell anything. Better yet, they should fit. Now shut up and put them on.” Tyler just rolled his eyes and began to step into the pants. They both quickly realized a problem. Well, two problems, but the first problem is that Tyler’s saggy balls drooped so low, that he’d have to wear the pants with the waistband at his knees to not get his junk caught. Fortunately, Jake devised a plan really quickly. Jake went into Tyler’s closet and pulled out a smaller throw blanket from Tyler’s bedding stack. “Here we go. We’re going to rig you boulder holder.” Tyler gave Jake a questioning look as Jake walked over to him. “Just work with me here.” Jake pleaded as he got down on his knees in front of Tyler. “Oh, I like were this is going.” Tyler said with his best Quagmire voice. Jake gave another frustrated sigh as he fashioned a rudimentary pair of underwear out of the blanket. The blanket pulled Tyler’s nuts up higher and close to his body so that he was able to wear the pants up much higher, and much more comfortably. “And, now for the hard part.” Jake said as he stood up and began to lift Tyler’s dick off of his shoulders as if it was a string of Mardi Gras beads. “Not yet, but if you keep holding it like that it will be.” Tyler joked while he shot Jake a dirty wink. Jake tried to cover is grin with a forced sigh, but neither of them thought it was very convincing. “Oh, you know you like it.” Tyler continued to tease. Jake managed to loop Tyler’s dick around his midriff twice and then feed what was left down one of Tyler’s pant legs. Now that everything was in place, Jake tightened the pants, and then Tyler pulled on a shirt and the coat. Tyler looked a little thick around the middle, but otherwise he could pass as an average every day human. “Great. Five minutes to spare.” Jake said looking at his watch. “Did you eat already?” “I had plenty to drink.” Tyler said with a sly wink. Jake processed what Tyler said and just had to roll his eyes again. Jake had no idea how Tyler was going to get through the entire school day like this. It seemed like he couldn’t go fifteen minutes without popping a bone. “Thanks for all your help getting me dressed, by the way.” Tyler spoke again in his seductive voice. “Allow me to return the favor.” Tyler acted like he was adjusting the collar of Jake’s shirt, but then instead pulled him in for a long, hot kiss on the lips. The two of them stood there kissing for a few minutes. Tyler began to slowly work his way slower. As he was kissing the side of Jake’s neck, Jake whispered into his ear, “Brush your teeth. Your breath is ass.” Tyler gave Jake a playful shove, and Jake fell back laughing. “No, but seriously, brush your teeth. We have to get going.” Jake got to his feet, still laughing. Tyler jokingly stuck out his tongue and then went into the bathroom to finish getting ready. Jake looked at his watch again. It was going to be tight, but they could still do it. Jake scooped up Tyler’s bags, told Tyler to head over to his Jeep, ran downstairs and grabbed some cereal bars from the pantry, and then hopped into his Jeep right as Tyler was getting out of his house. Tyler crawled in on the passenger side, and Jake took off down the road before Tyler even managed to get his seatbelt on. Jake was seriously in a hurry to get to school, but it wasn’t just that. Tyler could see that Jake was getting more and more tense the closer they got. Something was stressing him out. Jake pulled into the first parking spot he could find; which was of course at the back of the lot since it was so close to time for classes to start. He then hopped out of the jeep and tossed Tyler his pack; still not saying anything. Tyler was starting to get worried now, had he said anything to offend him? He teased Jake all the time, but nothing seemed to have gotten under his skin like this before. Tyler looked around the lot, there were a few scattered people trickling in before the bell like they were, but no one they particularly knew. Tyler didn’t think it had anything to do with someone else, though. “So, can I get a ride home from you today, too?” Tyler asked, mostly trying to get some sort of reaction from Jake. Jake seemed distracted and responded with an aloof “Yeah, sure.” Jake then looked around nervously and said “Look. I really have to go. I can’t afford to be late today.” Jake then slung his bag over his shoulder and scurried off to the school leaving Tyler confused and a little hurt. Tyler really didn’t care about getting to class before the bell rang so he walked slowly to the school while lost in thought. He was more worried about the way Jake had been acting for the last half hour or so. He was twitchier than normal. Jake was always a little shy around other people and especially in crowded places, but this was something different. Tyler was starting to get an idea about what was going on, and he really hoped he was wrong. The first class dragged on. Tyler was stuck in his basic English class. It was so boring that he could barely focus on the class on a normal day, but with Jake’s actions eating him up inside it was just impossible. The only thing that kept Tyler from going insane in that class was knowing that he and Jake had neighboring classes next period. The old lady teaching the class kept giving Tyler mean looks for the entire period. In part because Tyler was wearing a radically new style of clothing today; teachers were always leery of students who decide to reinvent themselves out of the blue. In part because Tyler could not sit still the entire class; he spent the entire class period nervously tapping his foot on the ground. Also in part because Tyler was known to disrupt class with jokes and other outbursts when he was in a good mood. No one knew how he would act in his current mood, but many believed that it would not be good. As soon as the bell rang Tyler was out the door like a bolt. He hauled ass off to the math wing, hoping to find Jake. He found Jake, but he couldn’t reach him. Jake had already slipped into his classroom. Tyler could see him sitting in a desk at the farthest corner away from the door. Tyler really wanted to go in there and talk to him, but he knew the guy who taught Jake’s class. He was a total hard ass and would write Tyler up for being in his classroom before he could ever get any info out of Jake. Tyler was just going to have to wait for after this class and corner Jake before he could get to his next class. Tyler’s second period went much the same as his first. He was irritable and could not focus. He couldn’t even be bothered to make a smart ass response when the teacher called on him to solve a problem. He just wanted this class to be over. Tyler kept his eyes glued on the door across the hall that lead to Jake’s classroom. Tyler had to be sure that Jake did not try to sneak out early and give him the slip. Fortunately Jake didn’t make an attempt to leave class early. Tyler was actually grateful Jake was such a nerd. No matter how much Jake might be trying to avoid talking to Tyler, he still could not bring himself to ditch class. Math class ended and Tyler once again flew out the door right as the bell rang. Tyler waited right next to the door to Jake’s classroom. Jake tried to slip out of the class quickly and unnoticed, but Tyler caught him by the wrist before he could get away. “Jake, I need to talk to you.” Tyler pleaded with Jake. “Sorry, but I’m really in a hurry.” Jake said as he tried to slip away. “I can’t afford to be late to my next class.” “Bullshit. We both know you have your lunch period next.” Tyler glared at Jake and tightened his grip. “I know what this is really about.” Suddenly they both heard a loud voice from behind them. “Hello, Ladies. I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” Tyler knew that voice, and he could feel the rage bubbling up inside of him. “Not now, Biff.” Tyler responded; he didn’t even bother looking back to see who it was.             A large crowd had begun to gather around them already. Biff yelled loudly because he wanted people to notice him, and pretty much everyone at that school knew that when Biff wanted attention it meant he was looking for a fight. Jake, of course, also knew this and he was trying to get away, but Tyler refused to let him go.             “Oh, don’t be that way.” Biff said with obviously feigned hurt in his voice. “I was just here to offer condolences to my buddy after I heard he was breaking up with his boyfriend.” There was some jeering from he crowd in response to Biff’s taunt.             “We’re not breaking up.” Tyler said with a flat voice. He still would not even look at Biff; instead he kept his eyes fixed on Jake. Biff was momentarily taken aback, and the people in the crowd muttered softly to each other.             Biff regained his composure and continued his taunting. “Well I am glad to hear that you two are doing so well. It would be a shame for such a cute couple to call it quits.” There was more jeering from the crowd. By now the crowd had completely blocked in Biff, Jake, and Tyler.             Tyler could see that Jake was afraid, but there was something else in his eyes, too. Tyler gave Jake’s wrist a quick reassuring squeeze and then he let go. Tyler then turned to face Biff. “I’ve had just about enough of you. I know you are the one who has been spreading those rumors about us. I know you have been telling everyone you meet how you think that we are gay. Well, I am sick of it. It’s time I put this to rest once and for all!” Tyler turned back to Jake and he could see that all the fear in Jake’s eyes had drained away to sorrow.             Time seemed to slow down around Jake, and sound faded away to a low hum. He had been dreading this moment. It was a moment that he hoped would never come. Jake wasn’t actually worried about being outed at school. He had always been a bit of a loser, but Tyler was different. Tyler was popular; he thrived off of the praise and adoration of the crowd. Jake knew that Tyler loved him, but he didn’t know if Tyler loved him enough to commit social suicide for him. When faced with the school’s biggest bully and a crowd of his peers it appeared that Tyler was going to throw Jake under the bus. Jake just wanted to run away and hide, but there was nowhere to go.             Tyler stormed back over to Jake and grabbed him by the shirt. Jake flinched and braced himself for what came next, but he wasn’t expecting next move. Tyler pulled Jake in close and planted a long kiss right on his lips. Jake was shocked at first, but once he figured out what was going on he returned the kiss with just as much passion. Everyone was dead silent.             When Tyler finally broke away from Jake he turned around to face Biff. “Would you look at that? You called something right for once. I wouldn’t make a habit of it, though.” Tyler said with a smug look of satisfaction on his face. Most of the crowd began cheering, a few started muttering, and at least one in the crowd felt his heart breaking.             Biff was now furious. He screamed at Tyler “Fuckin fags! What good is having a dick if you don’t know how to use it!” With an angry roar he rushed forward and kicked Tyler right between the legs.             Tyler couldn’t register the pain. He felt the initial blow, and then nothing. His vision condensed to a small point of light, almost as if his mind was an old monitor that had just burnt out. He could hear nothing, but a shrill ringing in his ears. Tyler hit the floor hard. He must have fallen but he couldn’t remember ever doing it. It was like he had fallen years ago and had just finally hit the floor. It felt like all the muscles in his abdomen began to collapse inward and cramp up. His stomach did the same. Tyler felt he need to puke, but nothing would come up. He just lay on the floor alternating between heaving and gasping for breath.             The second Tyler went down Jake felt like time slowed down. He could see Biff charging at him while screaming something. Jake didn’t understand. He couldn’t recognize sounds anymore. He just watched in shock as a giant fist came rushing slowly at his head.             Jake was a little taller than biff, but Biff was solid muscle. Jake also had never been in a fight before. He knew he was doomed. He had no idea how to fight back and he lacked the physical strength to do so even if he wanted to. So instead of fighting back he just stared blankly at the first flying towards his face.            Right before the fist was going to hit something happened. Jake could see it all very clearly since everything seemed to be going at a fraction of its normal speed. He saw a younger, smaller boy run in between Biff and him. This boy had black, stylish, emo rocker hair, and was wearing tight black pants, a white button up shirt, a black tie, and black and white converse shoes. The boy’s left hand shot up and hit Biff in the wrist, causing his punch to veer off course and miss Jake. Then the boy delivered a strong strike right to Biff’s gut while he was still falling forward from the punch. The second hit cause Biff to stagger forward, and then the boy did one quick, hard, upwards palm strike right into Biff’s nose.             The loud sickening crunch snapped Jake back into reality. The normal flow of time returned, as did the sounds. Biff was on the ground screaming as he clutched his hands to his face. Jake could see the blood streaming through his fingers. The boy grabbed Jake’s sleeve and shook it to get Jake’s attention. “Come on. We have to get Tyler to the nurse.”

Chapter 26 - Geno-type pt. 26

It was a good thing that Sam lived so far out in the country. There was at least three acres until the next house, and if they could see the mountain of cock sticking out the side of Sam’s second floor bedroom, one could hope it would be too dark for them to comprehend what they saw. Unfortunately, though, Sam’s room only had one exit, and it was currently blocked by a solid wall of cock and balls. Jake had managed to hold back his dicksplosion of growth until he had gotten to the doorway, but only just barely. He now stood there in the doorframe with his giant nuts occupying the entirety of the landing at the top of the stairs leading to Sam’s place. Jake’s enormous ballsack filled the entire balcony and even spilled over the sides of the railing a bit.             Jake just stood in awe as he looked at his magnificent cum spheres. They were each easily taller than the doorway, probably at least ten feet tall; that is even after being smooshed down a bit from their own weight. Jake’s dick was easily wider than the doorframe. Jake was lucky that his expansion had happened at such an angle that his dick was pointed straight up as it draped over top of his gigantic balls. It was a very tight fit, though. Jake could feel his dick being smashed against the outside wall of the loft and the overhanging shingles digging in and scratching the topside of his massive cock. Jake was so amazed by his own size that all he could do is just stand there and rub his hand along the wall of cock flesh in front of him with pride.             Tyler and Sam were standing on either side of Jake. Tyler was worn out from having to pretty much carry Jake, Jake’s sixteen foot endowment, and his own fourteen foot package across the room at record speed. Sam had helped carry Jake and Jake Junior, but Tyler was on his own with “Little” Tyler. When Tyler caught his breath enough to speak he said. “Crisis averted.” And gave a thumbs up to Sam.             Sam didn’t seem nearly as excited as Tyler was. “For now, but how do we get out?”             Tyler’s Thumbs up and jaw dropped. “…Ah.” Tyler walked over to the window; it might be more precise to describe Tyler’s awkward gait as more of a waddle than a walk. Even with his custom fit pants, Tyler’s humongous package limited his mobility quite a bit. He didn’t have much of any room to move his legs forward; instead he had to pivot his motion on the balls of his feet while he swung his legs wide. If not for the giant mass of cock and balls swinging wide in front of him, Tyler would have looked a lot like some bow-legged, cartoon gunslinger stomping off to a duel.             The drop from the window was over twenty feet. Jumping down might be possible, but it was not recommended. Tyler opened the window and leaned out to survey his surroundings. The railing to the side of the balcony that currently held Jakes massive nuts was only about two feet away. The railing itself was very solidly constructed wood; very nice quality; very sturdy. The handrail portion of the railing was nice and wide. It was plenty wide enough to walk across; plenty wide for a normal person anyway. “Yo, Sammy. Think you can hop over to the railing from here?” Sam came running over to the window and looked at where Tyler was pointing. It was doable; pretty easily actually. The real problem was what to do once he got there. Jake’s balls were spilling over into the stairway. If Sam crawled over them, he might be able to climb down the other side and land on the stairs, but that seemed dangerous. The other option was climb all the way up onto Jake’s cock and walk down it until he got low enough to jump off safely. That seemed a much better option to Sam. Sam quickly pulled his boots on and laced up. He could probably use a little extra traction, and he didn’t really relish the thought of walking barefoot across the splintery wooden handrail. Once his boots were securely on, Sam climbed onto the windowsill and over took a long step over to the railing. Tyler was enjoying the show from his watch post at the window. As Sam leaned up against the wall, one foot on the railing and one on the windowsill, his long dong dangled enticingly down around his knees. Tyler watched entranced as each movement of Sam’s hands along the wall caused a ripple through his large flaccid cock and huge sagging balls. Sam finally managed to find a good position where he could brace himself and take the second step over to the railing without the risk of falling off. He grabbed on to the overhang from the roof with one hand as he stabled himself against the wall with the other. Sam quickly stepped across and then spun around so he was face to face with the giant mound of Jake. Sam ran a hand across Jake’s massive nut. It was soft and warm and had a nice bit of give to it. Sam clasped a bit of the skin of Jake’s sack with his hand to test it out. Sam could easily grab on to enough of it to pull himself up with. “Sorry, dude.” Sam quickly apologized as he put one booted foot against the side of Jake’s enormous testicle and began climbing up the side. Sam really didn’t have to apologize to Jake. Jake completely understood what he had to do, and it’s not like Sam was hurting Jake at all by clambering around on top of his sensitive organs; in fact, Jake was rather enjoying the feeling. He couldn’t see Sam climbing up the side of his colossal pouch, but he could certainly feel it. Sam’s clutching large clumps of flesh from the side of Jake’s sack tickled quite a bit; it felt almost like he had a small creature, like a spider, crawling over him. As Jake thought about it, Sam really was a small creature compared to his mammoth endowments. Jake tried not to think about how Sam was like an insect compared to his gigantic package, but despite his best efforts, Jake could feel the warm tickling sensation spreading across his dick. Jake was getting turned on by this; very turned on. Jake could also feel Sam’s heavy, thick soled boots digging into the side of his balls. Sam was using his hands purely to steady himself; his legs were doing the heavy lifting. Each time Sam pushed himself up further and further with his feet, Jake could feel Sam’s boots dig in nice and deep; massaging the side of his nut like tiny fingers. Jake could feel his dick inflating as he got even more aroused. The overhang from the roof dug in even deeper as Jake’s cock became thicker and thicker. The pain and itching from roofing was getting to be too much for Jake. He had to do something before it broke the skin or his dick broke the roof. Jake began sliding forward as best he could; trying to move to shift his massive nuts forward to give his dick some breathing room. Jake managed one powerful heave that shifted his balls forward. The center of gravity on his nuts was high enough that they rolled over the railing in front of him. His balls were now straddling the railing, which felt a little odd; not bad, per se, but not comfortable either. It gave his cock much needed breathing room, though. For that Jake was very grateful. He let out a long sigh of relief as he could feel his dick now free from any and all shingle lacerations. Sam wasn’t sure what Jake was doing, but he wished Jake would stop. It was hard enough for Sam to keep a grip on his precarious perch without Jake humping the railing. Sam could feel Jake’s balls sliding forward as they pressed up against the railing harder and harder. Finally the forward momentum became enough to cause Jake’s nuts to start to roll over the side. Sam really hoped Jake would stop soon. He really doubted that riding Jake’s balls over the side like a Splash Mountain log would be all that fun or all that safe. Sam breathed a sigh of relief as Jake stopped fidgeting. Good timing too, because it looked like if Jake had squeezed forward a few more inches, it would have been enough to send Sam over the edge. Sam pushed himself up tight against Jake’s balls as he took some deep breaths to steady his heart rate. Tyler was watching Sam intently from his perch at the window. He could tell that Sam had stopped climbing, but he couldn’t be sure why. Sam seemed to be in no immediate danger. He had just stopped for a breather. Sam was pressed flat against the side of Jake’s monstrous nut; digging deeply into the side. Sam had one leg raised; prepped for the next hop up. Tyler really liked the pose Sam was in. It really showed off his cute ass and nice legs; not to mention, Sam’s nice, long cock was mushed against Jake’s ballsack. This caused Sam’s cock and balls to be pushed downward, making them extra visible from the back. Tyler got to see all of Sam’s best features at once. Well, almost all; Tyler had to admit that Sam had a really cute face, too. Once Sam had gotten his breath back, he continued the climb. He really wasn’t that far from the top of Jake’s huge nut when he had to take a breather, and after a few quick hops, the incline became much less severe. Sam was more or less crawling for the last few feet of his climb. Now that Sam was on top of Jake’s balls, it was time to continue the climb onto Jake’s enormous dick. Thankfully, Jake’s colossal shaft was nestled in the valley between his humongous nuts, but the top half that was exposed was still a bit taller than Sam. Sam dug in and leapt off of Jake’s balls with all his might. He easily managed to get a good grip of the topside of Jake’s mammoth cock and pull himself up. Jake let out a moan of pleasure as he felt the massaging pressure of Sam’s tiny boots kicking off of his nuts like a diving board. Jake quickly tried to act casual and play it off, but he could tell that Tyler heard him. It was getting harder and harder for Jake to keep his hormones in check; especially now that he could feel Sam clambering along on top of his cock. Jake was trying really hard not to bone with his friend along for the ride, but Jake feared he wouldn’t have much say in the matter. Sam quickly got his footing atop Jake’s leviathan cock and began to walk slowly down the length. Sam had to keep hunched forward to keep his balance; making sure to keep his hands low enough that he could quickly steady himself with his arms if needed. Sam felt like some action hero in some summer blockbuster trying to sneak along the top of a bus or train. He could swear he could even hear the Mission Impossible theme. Wait a tick… He could hear the Mission Impossible theme. Sam looked back to the window and saw Tyler leaning out singing “Dunt-Dunt-dun-dun…” Tyler was loving the show. Sam’s little secret agent man stealth crawl caused his huge dick to drag along the top of Jake’s far more massive cock. Sam’s nuts swung heavily as he continued his half crawl, half sprint across the top of the mountainous member. The pose really accentuated all of Sam’s firm muscles in his legs and especially in his nice, tight ass. Sam just shook his head. He was trying to look dismayed, but he was chuckling silently to himself. Tyler really knew how to diffuse a tense situation. Sam continued his trek. He was making very good progress. He could see that the trip was going to be a bit longer than he had hoped, though. Looking down over the side, Sam could see that Jake was already well past a semi. At first, it as nice because it made Sam’s descent far less steep, but it also meant that Sam had to go a lot farther before Jake’s cock managed to hit the ground. Sam could only hope that he reached a safe altitude before Jake really started to get hard. Almost as if to spite him, Sam could feel Jake’s dick give a violent jerk upwards. It was really starting to harden fast now. Sam lay down as flat against Jake’s titanic cock as he could and really dug in with his hands and feet to try and wait out the storm. Jake was trying to keep his mind clear of all sexy thoughts, but it wasn’t working. His rational thinking was quickly being overpowered by his libido. He could feel Sam crawling around on top of his vast dick; so completely dwarfed by its sheer size and magnitude. Jake swelled up with pride, and Jake Junior swelled up with lust. Jake was briefly snapped back to sanity when he felt his dick give a huge lurch. He was immediately calmed and then further aroused by the sensation of Sam bracing himself against Jake’s tremendous cock. Sam could feel Jake’s cock slowly rising under him. Jake was getting harder and harder by the minute, and poor Sam was along for the ride. Sam wasn’t sure what to do. Should he cut his losses and jump down now? He had to be thirty feet up. He would break a leg for sure, but at least he would be off the ever rising shaft. Sam looked back. He was well over halfway there. He had maybe another twenty feet to go until he reached the tip. Sam had hoped that by reaching the tip, his weight would cause enough leverage to push Jake’s semi low enough for Sam to hop off, but as Jake had gotten closer and closer to a full scale erection, Sam realized this was not to be. Sam really didn’t think he could make it safely back down to the base of Jake’s shaft. Like it or not, he was along for the ride. Sam braced himself as Jake’s colossal member really sprung to life. Sam was feeling a little bit of motion sickness as Jake’s cock swung upwards to its full upright and locked position. Sam could feel his grip slipping. He was lifted up past being vertical. Jake’s dick had a bit of a curve to it, and so Sam was now leaning backwards trying to keep a hold of an inclined surface. Add on the fact that the skin of Jake’s cock was now pulled nice and tight across his throbbing boner, Sam was in quite a pickle. There was no way he could climb up farther from this side. His only hope was to make it around to the soft underside. There should be much better purchase and a much more favorable incline there. Sam looked around as best he could. His stomach sank as he looked down. He was fifty feet above Jake’s goliath, cushiony nuts. Maybe if he slid down he could use them to break his fall. Sam really didn’t like his chances there. If he missed he would at best slam into the roof fifty feet below him, at worst he would slam into the mud almost eighty feet below. Sam’s best bet was to get to the tip another twenty feet up. As Sam surveyed his options he spotted something that just might get him around to the safer, soft underside. There was a huge bulging vein running along the side of Jake’s giant, meaty cock. If Sam could slide down a few feet and get to it, he could use it to inch his way around. Sam took a deep breath and loosened his grip. He managed to not fall straight backwards into the abyss, but slide slowly and securely down to the vein. Sam slowly and carefully reached across was his foot and managed to get a nice foothold on the puffy blood vessel. Once he had a firm footing he was able to inch his way over until he was securely standing on top of it. Sam had never felt so small and insignificant in his life. He was clutching for survival to a vein on the side of his friend’s gigantic cock shaft. Sam could feel the rhythmic pulsing of Jake’s heartbeat as blood pumped through the tube at his feet. Sam could also feel his own cock twitching to life. Shit. He wasn’t really getting turned on by this was he? Sam made a mental note to angrily rub one out if he survived this mess. Sam took a moment to count out Jake’s heartbeat and get the rhythm. Sam really wanted to be sure he was secured during each pulse. Sam concentrated and brought his breathing in line with Jake’s heartbeat and slowly began to inch his way around the side of his buddy’s titanic spire. Thump-ump slide thump-ump slide thump-ump slide. Sam breathed a long sigh of relief as he had finally reached the relative safety of the soft underside of Jake’s impressive tower. Sam waited a moment for his heart rate to get back down to manageable levels before he continued his climb. The climb was relatively easy. Within a few upward pushes, Sam had reach and area where the incline was getting nice and shallow, but he could feel something welling up beneath him. Tyler was simultaneously worried about Sam, and extremely turned on by the events. He had panicked when Sam had vanished from view; clinging for life to the side of Jake’s rising rocket. Tyler was only calmed by Jake’s play by play coverage of Sam’s journey to the top of Barad-dong. Jake’s deep breathing and husky voice, signified that he was getting dangerously close to cumming, but it also made his story sound so much sexier. Tyler was deeply and truly worried for Sam, but the way Jake rasped on about how “Oh, god. I can feel his boots digging into my… fuuuuuuuuucc.” Was giving Tyler the weirdest worry boner he had ever experienced. Sam could feel the gallons and gallons of pre being pumped through the pipeline beneath him. He could feel it gurgling and churning its way up the shaft beneath his palms and feet. Sam was so close to the top now, if he hurried he could hopefully find some safety at the top. Sam had reached the end of Jake’s soft, brown outer cock skin. Sam could see the visible scarring and stark contrast between the skin that covered the rest of Jake’s dick, and the taut, pink under skin that was now exposed from Jake’s circumcision all those many long years ago. If Sam survived this he swore to go visit Jake’s parents and punch them in the face for mutilating their baby like that. At least the incline was pretty shallow by this point. Even without the extra stability from being able to grab onto bunches of soft, spongy, flesh, Sam was able to crawl on to the tip without too much trouble. The problem was: what now? Sam could feel Jake’s cock heave again. Sam had no time to ponder, he had to act. Now!   Sam managed to scamper the last few feet to the top of Jake’s cock and lay down on the head. Sam was hunkered as best he could be. There wasn’t much to grab on to, but he was relatively horizontal. It also helped that the steady waterfall of pre leaking from Jake’s gaping maw was sliding off the backside of Jake’s cock and not towards Sam.  Hopefully that would all work in his favor. Jake was so close to bursting. He wanted to just unload a flurry of jizz across the countryside, but he was so afraid for Sam’s life. He would never be able to live with himself if he had hurt one of his friends in a fit of lust. He could feel Sam pressed up against the tip of his cock. “He’s at the tip… I can feel him… What do I do?” Jake was pleading with Tyler. Tyler wracked his brain as best he could. He should be asking Jake what to do. Jake was the smart one, but Jake’s mind was fried by panic and hormones. Tyler was barely holding onto his sanity as it was, but Tyler had an idea that might just work. He quickly grabbed Jake’s hand and tried to get him to relax as he walked Jake through it. “Just let it out. Slowly. Just let it all flow out.”             Jake nodded as he tried to relax. He hoped that Tyler knew what he was doing. Jake thought he might know what Tyler was suggesting. Jake tried to maintain control as he let the cum flow from him. Instead of letting it all go at once like he normally did. Sam could smell it; warm, creamy jizz and lots of it. Jake was cumming, and Sam was in for the ride of his life. He could feel Jake’s titanic dick sway violently as it reached climax. The spongy head was expanding and contracting as if it were breathing. Slowly huge gobs of cum began gurgling up from Jake’s shaft and splooging outwards; oozing down the sides of Jake’s cock. The huge, thick globs of cum were bigger and thicker than Sam was. The thick, slimy strands continued to pump out of Jake’s dick; gallon after gallon poured out. The slimy waves washed over Sam’s body, but still he managed to stay firmly rooted. Sam soon found a rhythm where he could sneak in breaths between waves, as he rode out the maelstrom of cum. Jake wanted to just blast his load so bad. Letting it out slowly like this was driving him mad. It was like he was barely managing to keep ahead of his raging libido. Jake could still feel Sam clinging to the tip of is dick, tough. Just knowing that Sam was still safe there gave him the strength to keep at it. Jake must have cum slowly for twenty minutes before he finally started to come down from his raging hardon. Sam could feel Jake’s dick slowly begin to droop lower. Jizz was still pouring from the mouth, but at least Sam felt like his wild ride was nearing an end. Sam crawled through the slimy muck along the tip of Jake’s cock head; staying as close to horizontal as he could while Jake deflated. Jake had finally softened back down to a droopy semi. The top of Jake’s cock dipped down towards the ground, but didn’t come anywhere close to touching it. Sam wanted to wait it out and see if he could get even closer to the ground, but he could feel Jake’s cock twitching again. Jake had managed to ride out his orgasm without shooting all over the place, but he was nowhere near spent yet. Sam would have to make use of his lull the best he could. Sam slid forwards a bit. He could see the steady strand of spooge dribbling from Jake’s cock. It was extra thick this time since Jake had been holding it back that whole time. You would think he hadn’t gotten off in weeks. Sam could see the large puddle of jizz pooling on the ground below him. He had an idea that should work. If nothing else he would have a relatively soft landing in the pool of spunk. Sam crawled forward a little farther and slid into the open chasm of Jake’s cock. He managed to brace himself as the cum washed over him. Sam was soon thoroughly coated in the spunk. Once he felt like he had enough on him, he let himself get washed out with the flow. Sam slowly fell to the earth suspended in a slimy strand of giant spooge. He felt like he would never be clean again, but at least he was alive. Sam staggered out of the jizz puddle and into the open field. He could see Tyler watching anxiously from the window. Tyler’s eyes lit up as Sam waved to him to show that he was safe. Tyler vanished from the window and must have told Jake the good news, because Jake’s enormous member was once again swelling to vast heights. Tyler was so excited to see Sam safe. Now that he was no longer fearing for his friend’s life, he had nothing to stop him from rubbing one out. As scary at Sam’s little journey was, it was also hot as fuck. Tyler was already leaking all over Sam’s carpet. Tyler didn’t want to make more of a mess than he already had, but what could he do? He was stuck in here until Sam managed to shrink Jake back down. All Tyler knew was that if he didn’t do something soon he was going to nut all over Sam’s room… again! Tyler spotted the open window and realized that his best bet as to try and shoot outside. He aimed his cock as best he could and thrusted in the direction of the open portal. Tyler had hit dead on. He could feel the frame of the window rubbing along his shaft as he pumped in and out. Somewhere deep in the back of Tyler’s mind he realized how ludicrous it was that he was basically fucking a house, but he couldn’t stop. His relief at Sam’s safety just made him even hornier. It was time to let off that pent up sexual frustration. Sam could hear moans of pleasure coming from his room. He looked up to see half of Tyler’s cock sticking out of his window. Sam was right in the line of fire, but there was nothing he could do. He was too tired to fight back or even move. He had just successfully scaled Mount Saint Hardon and ridden its warm discharge to safety. All of the adrenaline that had kept Sam moving was gone. Sam just started laughing as he fell to his knees. Wouldn’t that be how it goes? Survive a harrowing journey just to be spooged to death by a reckless bud. Sam could hear the wall of his house creaking as Tyler thrusted into the window one last time; going in deeper than he had before. Sam could do nothing but watch as the giant jets of cum arced through the air and crashed down around him. The streams of jizz splattered to the ground, ricocheting back up and splashing against Sam, as other streams rained down from above. He was being drenched with cum from all directions. Sam didn’t even try to fight it. He just let the torrents buffet against his body. He was rocked back and forth as he was hit by jet after jet. Before he knew it, Sam was lying flat on his back in and ever growing puddle of Tyler’s spunk. Sam could feel his own cock stand at attention in the midst of the downpour. Sam didn’t want to admit it, but climbing around on Jake’s mountainous cock had really gotten him horny. Now that Sam wasn’t afraid of dying at any second, he could finally enjoy it. The memories of his harrowing adventure came flooding back to him. Each scene replayed in vivid detail in his mind as he came hard. His own spurts mixed with Tyler’s in the air and rained back down on him. Sam continued to cum again and again until he was completely spent. He was left floating on his back in a field of jizz. There was far too much around him to just be his and Tyler’s. Sam managed to look beside him and see that Jake’s dick was hanging floppily over the railing now as well. It’s impossible to tell just how much that that behemoth had unleashed upon the landscape. As Sam’s hardon died down, he could feel it lay down and slap against his feet. Soaking in so much of Tyler’s warm cum had definitely had a lasting impact on him. Sam could only laugh as he thought about how big his dick must be now. Five? Six feet? And that wasn’t even released. Sam had hoped to pretend to be normal for at least one more day at school, but now that would be impossible. Oh well… Time to whip up another pair of bulge panties. 

Chapter 25 - Geno-type pt. 25

As Sam slogged back to his house, Jake was taking stock of his current predicament. He needed to clean up pretty bad. He had worked up quite a sweat during the day, and he felt overall grimy and gross. He was also coated in spunk; most of it was dry by now, but everything below his knees was currently soaking in a crater of creamy jizz.             Jake looked around in awe at the damage to Sam’s backyard. Jake’s massive dick had quite literally left a lasting impression on the landscape. There was a long shallow trench, where his cock had been lying, and one large crater where his monstrous balls had smashed deep into the terrain. Jake knew he should feel bad about the damage he had done; on a certain level he did, but he was also beaming with pride over the sheer scope and magnitude of his colossal endowments.             Jake managed to wade out of the slimy pond of cum. His cock was now saturated with jizz inside and out; on the outside because he had just had to drag his junk through a small lake of spunk, and on the inside because Tyler had blasted his load deep down Jake’s shaft not too long ago. Jake realized he had probably ejected all of Tyler’s spooge when he had let loose his own torrential load, but he liked to believe that he still had a bit of Tyler’s juices deep within him. The thought made him feel warm and fuzzy inside, as well as aroused and twitchy down low.             From outside of the jizz pool, Jake could begin to get a feel for just how large the crater he had left was. It was quite a bit bigger around than the average store bought kiddy pool, but nowhere near as large enough to really be considered a swimming pool. It was definitely not deep enough to swim in. Jake sighed a bit, thinking about how nice it would have been if it actually were big enough for swimming. He figured that between Tyler and him, they could fill a home swimming pool. Probably, Jake thought. He’d soon be able to fill one by himself easy enough if things went right.            As it was, Jake’s prized cum puddle was only really large enough for wading, and maybe sitting down and relaxing in. It was kind of like a hot tub only filled with jizz instead of water. Jake considered this a bit. He wondered if he knew anyone that had a hot tub who would let him use it. Jake would love to settle down and relax in his own private jizzcuzzi. The downside to his open air jizz pool was that it was quickly cooling. The thought of taking a nice hot soak in a warm spooge bath sounded amazing, but if left in its current state it would quickly begin to cool and coagulate. Jake really didn’t want to slog around in a chilly quagmire of spooge.             Jake paced the perimeter of his enormous dickprint as he continued to marvel at the sheer size. As he reached the tip of the imprint he began to notice the smaller, less pronounced indentation of Tyler’s own penis. Tyler’s was huge, massive even, but it did not have the sheer size and weight that Jake’s did to allow it to sink deep into the soggy ground. Jake pondered the shapes with bemused fascination; what would people think if they saw them from above? Would there be a media circus surrounding the bizarre dick shaped patterns that had appeared all over a local field?             Jake chuckled to himself as he imagined the tabloids exploding with the news of alien pranksters drawing cocks across the surface of the earth; giant dick doodles visible from hundreds of feet in the air. Hundreds of feet? Jake could do better than that. Give him a week and he’ll be able to make cock circles that are visible from space, Jake thought to himself with a sense of smug satisfaction and a grin to match.             Jake’s daydreams were rudely interrupted by the wet smack of a damp, projectile washrag to the side of the face. Jake peeled the rag off his face and readied a retort as he turned to face his assailant. He only managed “Hey! What’s the i-“ before getting sprayed in the face by a cold jet from the hose.             Tyler was giggling like a little kid who had just worked up the courage to say ”fart” for the first time. He was laughing so hard that his grip on the trigger for the hose had slipped a bit reducing the stream intensity from piercing beam to fine mist. Tyler loved ruining Jake’s daydreams. Tyler loved the look of bewildered indignation that Jake always had on his face as he was forcibly snapped back into reality, and Tyler especially loved the way that Jake’s look of defiance quickly softened when he saw Tyler.             Jake couldn’t stay mad at Tyler. Not that he was mad to begin with, just startled. Jake’s default reaction to being caught off guard was always to act angry. Jake saw Tyler standing before him; trying to shoot Jake some more with the hose but failing miserably. Tyler was laughing too hard to aim the hose properly or grip the trigger tight enough to get a decent stream going. Jake’s demeanor softened and a smile crept onto his face. “Oh, you think this is funny do you?” Jake roared in feigned rage.             Jake tried to charge at Tyler, but his junk was so huge that it made it very hard for him to move quickly; or at all for that matter. Jake lumbered awkwardly towards Tyler. Jake had managed to hoist his hefty dick over his shoulder to get it out of his way, but it was so long that it dragged along the ground behind him. It was also incredibly heavy, and it was so thick that it was like trying to carry a tree trunk over his shoulder. His dick was only half the problem, though. His balls were so huge now that they scraped the ground as he walked. Jake’s massive, full pouch made it very difficult to move his legs. Each step consisted of him shoving a nut out of his way with his leg as he dragged his body forward; it was exhausting. Fortunately, Tyler seemed to have just as much trouble moving. His massive, sagging nuts anchored him firmly to the ground. Tyler tried unsuccessfully to back away from Jake’s lurching advance. The combination of his giggle fit, the weight of his gigantic package, and the slick terrain caused him to lose his footing and fall flat on his back. Tyler realized that he was beaten, and so he dropped the hose and just lay there, laughing, as he awaited his fate. Jake couldn’t help but want to have a little more fun at Tyler’s expense. Seeing Tyler lying there, helpless and exposed, gave Jake an idea. Jake walked up beside Tyler, and in one, strained motion, managed to throw his leg over Tyler’s body so that he was now standing directly over Tyler. Jake’s massive balls were resting heavily on Tyler’s chest. Tyler was completely pinned down by nothing other than the sheer weight of his boyfriend’s nuts. Jake was teabagging Tyler without even needing to squat down at all. The scenario was a strangely erotic throwback to the many hours the two of them had wasted duking it out on Halo. Jake always won when the two of them went mano a mano. In the virtual world, Tyler’s muscles and endurance didn’t help him at all. Jake’s ruthless efficiency, and calculated attacks, easily trumped Tyler’s spray and pray mentality. It had become a bit of a ritual that Jake would go over and teabag Tyler after he had won the match. What Jake had never dared admit at the time was that he secretly wished he could rub his junk across Tyler’s face in the real world, too. Now one of his darkest fantasies was coming true. Even in Jake’s wildest dreams, he had never imagined it like this, though. His balls were so large that they completely eclipsed all of Tyler’s torso. He could feel Tyler’s face buried into the underside of his nutsack. Jake had dreamed of rubbing his junk against Tyler’s face, but it would be more accurate to say that Tyler was rubbing his face against Jake’s junk. Tyler seemed to be enjoying this as much as Jake was, if not more so. Jake was getting really aroused by this. He could feel his dick swelling up, making it harder for him to continue to hold it up. It was getting heavier by the moment. Not to mention that it was getting to be so thick around that Jake could no longer support it with just one arm. Jake’s arm was too tired to support it any longer and he let it fall to the ground beside him with a heavy smack. Jake’s massive python began to straighten itself out as it became harder and harder; soon it was pointing straight forward as it achieved a semi erect state. If Jake had looked back he would have seen Tyler’s own cock doing much the same thing. Tyler’s dick was inflating rapidly as it lifted itself off the ground. He was so turned on by being pinned under his lover’s balls. Tyler’s entire field of vision was filled with Jake’s nuts. Tyler wanted to reach up and squeeze Jake’s balls with both hands, but both of his arms were completely immobilized by the sheer mass of the package on top of him. Instead Tyler dug his face in as deep as he could; letting the warmth and smell emanating from Jake’s colossal orbs to cover him completely. Tyler’s heart was filled with joy as all of his senses were dominated by the monstrous ballsack that was resting on top of him; Tyler could even taste it. The taste wasn’t all that great, though; the underside of Jake’s pouch was completely coated in mud. Tyler and Jake were both rock hard in a matter of minutes. Neither one of them wanted to move from their current position. “Honestly, I can’t leave you two alone for a minute.” Sam said. He was standing beside Jake watching the two of them with a cocky smile. He was trying his best to look smug and in control, but his cheeks were bright red and he was rock hard as well. He was now almost completely clean except for a little trickle of pre that was running down the length of his huge cock. Sam’s erection pushed up into his chest, as it stood fully at attention. Sam reached down and picked up the hose that had fallen from Tyler’s hands. He kind of guessed that Tyler would not be successful in getting Jake cleaned up. He had hoped that Tyler would avoid getting nearly as dirty as he had, though. What little of Tyler Sam could actually see made it obvious tat Tyler was now completely coated in mud and spunk. What little bit of his body that hadn’t been shoved down into the jizzy muck was pressed up against Jake’s equally filthy underside. “Come on, you two. We don’t have time for this right now.” Sam hit them both with a long solid jet from the hose to help bring down their libidos and remind them of what they were supposed to be doing. Jake let out a long, dejected sigh. Sam couldn’t be sure, but he thought he heard a muffled whimper from Tyler as well. Jake begrudgingly dragged his junk off of Tyler and followed Sam to the driveway where they could wash off without getting muddy again. Tyler just lay there for a moment longer. Now that he was released from The Incredible Bulk, Tyler was finally able to take a few deep breaths and recover. As nice as it was to be so deeply nestled in his lover’s nuts, all that weight against his chest made it very hard to breath. Tyler couldn’t help but notice that his whole body had sunk into the muck. He was now deep within his own personal Tyler shaped crater. It was really comfortable, actually. It was kind of like being on a super squishy memory foam bed. Tyler couldn’t help but think that this whole scenario reminded him of Loki in The Avengers movie. Tyler had loved that movie. He had gone to see it with Jake; just Jake. Tyler had secretly thought of it like a date. They had both invited a group of friends to go see it with them, but Tyler had managed to confuse or convince all of the friends he had invited so that they didn’t actually show up. Looking back on it now, he had to wonder if Jake had done the same thing. As Tyler pulled himself out of his own private Loki crater, he couldn’t help but think of how much better that scene would have been if The Hulk had teabagged Loki. It would be even better had they not been clothed as well. Tyler never did understand how The Hulk managed to keep his pants on during his transformations. That’s probably why he was so angry all the time. Can you imagine how much it must hurt to have your junk smushed into such a tight pair of pants? Tyler understood the basics of comic book logic, and censorship enough to know that The Hulk would never be allowed on screen, or even achieve decent levels of publication if he had gone full on Doctor Manhattan, but Tyler would be A OK with there being some mean green peen on the screen in the director’s cut. Mean green peen on the screen? Well, now that his sports career was down the drain, maybe Tyler could get a job as a lyricist. DJ Ubercock cumming to a club near you. Tyler eventually managed to drag himself to his feet and stagger off towards the driveway. Jake was already completely clean by the time he got there. Sam and Jake were still rock hard, too. Tyler had to give Sam some credit; he had remarkable self control when he wanted to. Tyler could tell from the look in Jake’s eyes that Jake had wanted to get off for some time now, but Sam wasn’t going to allow it. Tyler would have loved to get both of them off, again and again, but he was so sore and tired. You wouldn’t believe how much being crushed under a massive pair of nuts would take it out of you. It felt great at the time, but now that he had managed to get up and get moving, he could really feel the soreness all over. Dragging his hefty nuts and his own twelve foot tall spire of cock across the mushy terrain hadn’t helped much either. When Tyler finally reached solid land, all he wanted to do was fall over from exhaustion. He started to stagger sideways, but Sam caught him. Tyler was really glad to have a friend like Sam who was always there to catch you if you fell. Well, he was until Sam shoved Tyler forward so that he fell face down into his own cock. That little bitch.  Sam could tell that the majority of the grime on Tyler’s body was on his backside, where he had been pressed into the mud. So when Tyler began to stumble sideways, Sam seized the opportunity to guide Tyler so that he would fall forward instead. This left him a perfect position to wash Tyler off with minimal interference. Tyler seemed grateful when Sam caught him, but quickly began to mutter something unintelligible as Sam guided him forward. Once Tyler was in position Sam hosed him down. The mud came off really easily since it was all pretty fresh. Sam was glad for that because he really didn’t think he’d be able to keep his own raging hormones in check if he had had to rub down Tyler again; especially if he had had to try and rub down that magnificent cock. It had taken every ounce of Sam’s resolve not do his best Slim Pickens impersonation, and ride Jake’s colossal member like an A-bomb over Russia. It really didn’t help that Jake was so deep in a lustful haze that he kept grinding his dick against Sam as Sam had tried to wash him off either. Finally, everyone was cleaned off, and they could finally get to work on getting clothed for school tomorrow. Their erections had started to fade too, a fact that they were all a little sad about. Even Sam was a little sad about having not been able to get off, and he had been the one keeping everyone from rubbing one out. Jake and Tyler downheartedly followed Sam up into his spunky mancave. Just to be clear, “spunky mancave” refers to the cum coated wreckage of Sam’s bedroom and not Sam’s ass hole. That particular mancave was not spunky at all; Sam was still half a virgin in that regards. Sam kicked off his cum soaked boots, the only article of clothing he had been wearing, before stepping into his room. It was probably completely unnecessary; since it was not like he could make his room any dirtier by wearing his shoes inside. “Right. Time to get to work.” Sam clapped his hands together with mild enthusiasm. Now that his raging boner had died down a bit, and he was about ready to start work, he was finally starting to shake the cloud of lust that had covered his mind. The joy of his hobby and the general good vibes he got from helping friends were starting to set in and lift his spirits. Sam’s quickly brightening disposition was infectious. In no time at all Jake and Tyler were also excited to get to work. “All right! Let’s get to work! … What are we working on?” Tyler was excited, but he was also confused. Sam hadn’t shared any of his plans with him yet. Sam just reached into his desk and pulled out a small rolled up tape measure and chucked it to Tyler. “Start measuring up. We’re going to get you two dressed for tomorrow.” Jake and Tyler looked at each other skeptically. It would be good to be able to go out in society again, but how? There is no way they could mask their huge dicks anymore, nor did they particularly want to. Sam could see the doubt in their expressions. “Look. You guys are so huge that no matter what we do your bulges are going to be painfully obvious. Fortunately, there is nothing illegal about having a huge bulge, and if you got it, may as well flaunt it.” There was a devious twinkle in Sam’s eyes. Jake had only ever seen this level of deviant glee executed effectively by Tyler. Jake was strangely excited by the thought; not to mention aroused. Tyler couldn’t wait to flaunt his enormous junk all around school tomorrow, and quickly began unrolling the tape. He gave one end of it to Jake to hold as he held onto the other and began unraveling the tape along the length of Jake’s cock. “187 inches!” Tyler shouted with excitement. Sam wrote down the notes on a sheet of paper while Jake stood there stunned. “187? That’s over fifteen feet! That’s over twice as tall as I am!” A goofy grin crept over Jake’s face as he let it sink in. If he was over fifteen feet long at his small size, imagine what he was at full size. He wished he could be full size all of the time. Mobility be damned. He’d put some wheels on it and ride his cock down the street like a Macy’s day float if he had to. Jake’s train of thought was rudely derailed by a ball of measuring tape to the face. Tyler loved throwing stuff at Jake right when he got to the good parts… “Do me next!” Tyler shouted as he bounced with enthusiasm. Jake watched with horny amusement as Tyler’s dick barely budged. Even though Tyler was jumping around, his cock was so big and heavy that it stayed solidly planted on the floor despite the motions of the host body. Jake held on to the main spool, and tossed the measuring tape back to Tyler as best as he could. It fell a few feet short, but Tyler walked over and picked it up. Once Tyler placed the end of the tape at the base of his shaft, Jake lined up his end with the tip of Tyler’s cock. Jake’s eyes widened a bit and the edges of his mouth curled downwards into an expression that seemed to say “Not bad.” “163 inches.” Tyler bounced some more “Hell yes, 163! That’s like…” Tyler stopped bouncing and tried to concentrate. “That’s like…” “Almost 14 feet.” Jake said with a bemused sigh. “Oh…” Tyler seemed a little crestfallen. “That’s huge, but. It kind of seems weaksauce after yours.”  Tyler realized he really shouldn’t be so upset. After all, his was far bigger than most people’s… Hell his was far bigger than most people. Besides, he could be as big as he wanted to be. Tyler could feel a familiar feeling build up inside of him. He stifled it, though. Now was not the time. Jake reached down and patted the head of Tyler’s cock reassuringly. He would have preferred to give Tyler’s shoulder a nice reassuring pat, but by the time Jake would have managed to get all the way across the room, the moment would have long since past. Sam finished his notes and gave the sheet to Jake; along with a pencil and a calculator. “Here. This is the basic template. Could you convert them to your sizes for me?” “Oh. Sure.” Jake was glad to have something to do. It felt good to flex his brain muscles again. His mind had been foggy with sex all day; he really could use a little mental workout. The conversions were incredibly simple, and Jake had each one done in under a minute. When he finished he looked up and could see that Sam had pulled out some rolls of fabric from his closet. They had been locked up, and seemed to have survived the onslaught of spunk that had saturated much of the room. Sam set the first roll on the desk. “Right. I think the back needs to be a stronger fabric. It’ll be serving as the counterweight to the front. The front needs to be sturdy, but stretchy.” It was obvious to Jake that Sam was just thinking out loud, and didn’t expect a response, but Tyler was completely confused by what Sam was mumbling about. Sam took the notes from Jake and quickly began measuring and cutting various pieces and shapes from each fabric. Jake and Tyler watched in awe as Sam handled each piece with surgical precision. It only took him maybe twenty minutes to get all the pieces cut out. After which he pulled to tarp off of his sewing machine and went to work. Sam was using a very thick thread to bind all the pieces together. It had to be extra strong to hold it all together. Especially considering how tight it was going to be packed in the near future. Within an hour Sam had two pairs fully ready for use. Jake looked on in awe as Sam handed him his pair. It was a pair of briefs, similar to the ill fated pair, that Sam had worn earlier in the night, but this one had more room in the front; much more room. If not for his gigantic wang, Jake could have easily fit his entire body into the frontal pouch. Jake thought about that for a second. Of course his dick was larger than two normal sized people, so it would make sense a person could fit in there. If it were a little larger, Jake could actually fit his gargantuan member and another person in there. Jake’s cock twitched has he imagined going about his daily life with someone packed into the front of his briefs, sandwiched comfortably between his thick dick and large squishy balls. It was a shame that Tyler’s cock was so large now; he would have been a perfect candidate. Tyler got his pair from Sam next. It was ridiculous looking; a seemingly normal pair of black briefs with a parachute sewn onto the front. Tyler didn’t even know how to approach putting it on. He figured he might possibly could start with his dick first? Well what he did know was that he had to do his cock and balls and then his body. There is no way the waistband was big enough to fit around his cock and his body. Tyler looked over at Jake who was already well on his way to getting dressed. Jake had started with his balls and then began slowly feeding his dick into the pouch. Tyler thought that it was such a shame that he couldn’t really make out Jake’s huge nuts in the pouch of the briefs, but as Jake managed to slip more and more of his cock into fabric enclosure, Tyler could see the contents clearer and clearer. Jake finally managed to get the last of his impressive member into the front of the pants and pulled them up about his waist. It was an impressive sight to behold. The briefs were so tight on Jake that even his butt cheeks were clearly visible. Despite being encased in fabric, everything was clearly on display. Tyler could even clearly make out the unsheathed head of Jake’s cut cock. The pants did their job, though. Jake’s package was tightly wrapped in it snug pouch. The briefs pulled his balls upwards enough to keep them from dragging across the floor; just barely though. Jake’s huge nuts now bulged out a few feet in front of him instead of downward, his long cock seemed noticeably shorter now that it was being compressed by the fabric, but it still had to be at least nine feet long. The shaft was running over the top of the balls and looped around the front; the tip brushing against the ground. Jake was quite impressed by Sam’s handiwork. Despite how tightly his junk was crammed into the fabric, it was still pretty comfortable. Not to mention it made his package look amazing. Jake assumed it looked even better from the front or sides, but he could only really see it from the top. He package was jutting out in front of him probably four feet in front of him. It obstructed Jake’s vision a bit, but it made walking a lot easier than it had been when Jake was trying to drag his junk across the ground. Upon seeing how sexy Tyler looked in his new pair of briefs, Tyler quickly pulled his own. He wasn’t nearly as methodical as Jake was in his approach and just started shoveling his bits and pieces into the pouch. Once Tyler pulled up the waistband he realized his junk was mashed into the pouch in awkward misshapen ways. Tyler had to sit down while he shoved his arms down the front of his pants and rearrange his centerpiece. When Tyler was ready he stood up and began parading around the room; he was sure to push his hips forward to really sow off his massive meat. He filled out his pants, but nearly as well as Jake had. Sure, everything he had was clearly on display, but there were some loose parts around the sides. His pouch didn’t have to stretch as tightly as Jake’s had. Had Jake fudged the numbers to make Tyler’s look less impressive? No, Jake wouldn’t do something like that. Tyler figured it out fairly quickly, they pants were only measured for cock length, but Jake’s balls were so much bigger when compared to the length of his cock. Once again Tyler was jealous of just how amazing his boyfriend’s nuts were. They were always so big and so full, and now they were filling every available inch inside of his pants; creating the most spectacular bulge the world has ever seen. Tyler wasn’t beaten yet, though. He was going to show these rookies how you really fill out your clothes. Jake watched in awe as Tyler’s package began to grow and grow, filling out more and more of his pouch until it bulged out obscenely. Tyler’s briefs were now a little too small for him; each and every vein in his thick cock was clearly visible as it strained against the sides of the fabric. Tyler could tell from Sam and Jake’s expressions that they liked was they saw. Sam’s naked cock was once again fully at the ready, and Jake’s was beginning to inflate within the confines of his custom fit underoos. “Great job, Sam. A little tight, but I don’t mind.” Tyler gave them both a lascivious wink as he strolled around the room, swishing his hips as he went so that his absolutely enormous bulge swung heavily from side to side. Jake stammered as he tried to process what he was seeing. “That’s… You’re cheating!” Tyler’s smug grin showed no signs of diminishing. “Cheating? I didn’t even know we were competing.” “Two can play at the game.” It was Jake’s turn to start looking smug. Jake exhaled slowly as his bulge began to grow and swell as well. Soon it was packed even tighter than Tyler’s. Jake’s smug grin quickly faded, though. His face began to grow pale as an expression of horror took over. “I… I can’t stop it.” Jake could feel his body trembling as he tried to hold back his growth. Once the damn was breached there was no holding back the flood. It felt like he was holding his torrential surge of growth with a tissue thin layer of resolve. Jake looked pleadingly at Sam and Tyler. Sam understood immediately what it would mean if Tyler let loose in here. Tyler’s fully grown cock was far larger than his bedroom; if Tyler grew to full size in here, Sam wouldn’t have a bedroom anymore. “Shit! Out! Out! And take those off! If you break them I’m not making you a new one!” Sam rushed over to Jake and began turning him around to face the door. With Tyler’s help they managed to get Jake into the doorway and began pulling down his pants. They could both feel Jake’s swelling endowments straining harder and harder against the fabric as they raced against the cock to set it free. Tears were streaming down Jake’s face as he struggled with everything he had to hold back the tidal wave of cock that was about to be unleashed. He could feel Sam and Tyler’s hands working furiously at his pants to free him. Finally he could feel the cool air against his member, and he knew that they had managed to pull him out. Jake couldn’t hold it back anymore and let himself grow and grow. His balls swelled up so large that they filled the entire balcony at the top of the stairs and then some. His dick draped over the side, hit the ground almost twenty feet before and continued to stretch off into the distance. At that moment Sam’s dad turned the corner. He had heard some commotion from in the house and had come to check and see if everything was all right. Nothing could have prepared him for the over sixty feet of cock that was spilling out of his son’s room and across their yard. His eyes were vacant and his mouth hung open all slack jawed as he shook his head with the same look of shock, awe, and dismay that was used by Lee Trevino in Happy Gilmore before silently turning and walking back into the house. 

Chapter 21 - Geno-type pt. 21

Sam stumbled back to his house as quickly as he was able and grabbed the hose; his long dick and hefty balls making walking very, very awkward.  Jake and Tyler weren’t any help at their fully unleashed sizes. Sam quickly sprayed himself with the icy cold water to get his equipment down to a much more manageable size. Sam couldn’t help but think about how odd a lifestyle he had found himself getting into; taking cold showers and actually hoping for a little shrinkage here and there. He was kind of glad that he was still small enough that he could almost get down to human proportions. His dick was still huge, but at least it wasn’t in the seven or eight foot range like Jake’s and Tyler’s. What really worried Sam was that it was so easy to lose control while he was with Jake and Tyler. Sam had to admit that it felt amazing; He’d even begrudgingly admit that it looked awesome, too. It’s just that it is not normal. As it is, Sam could still hide himself in normal, everyday clothes, but if he let himself go like Jake and Tyler had, there would be no way he could ever hope of hiding his changes while out in public. Everywhere he would go, people would think he was some kind of freak. Sam had already had to deal with people thinking he was some kind of freak or deviant just for being who he was; he hated it. Some dark corner of is mind was goading him on; telling him to let loose. Who cares about those assholes who would pick on him for being different? They are obviously just jealous. It’s easy to see who the bigger man is here. A dark grin crept across Sam’s face. He’d like to see someone try and call him pencil dick again when his dick was thicker than they are. Sam quickly shook the notion out of his mind; he had other business to attend to. Jake and Tyler had managed to get themselves stuck well outside the reach of the hose, and it was up to Sam to find the other hoses and try an extend it out far enough to go shrink them down. Sam went into the garage and dug through the piles of boxes and lawn supplies. He found an extra hose or two easy enough; he just had to hope they would be long enough. While Sam was in the garage he considered grabbing a sheet and rigging up some rudimentary toga, but what was the point? His dad had already seen his dick swinging down about his knees, and it was very hard to be modest in the company of Jake and Tyler. Sam connected the hoses together and was pleased to find that they were more than long enough to reach over to where they had set up camp. Tyler waved happily at Sam as he came back, but Jake just kind of groaned. “Do we really have to go back down? I had just gotten comfortable…” Jake had finally managed to pull himself up onto his balls, and was laying face down in his sack. Sam secretly thought that Jake’s perch looked amazingly comfortable, and that he wanted to crawl up there and join him. Sam knew his dad would be back with the food at any moment, though, and so he readied the hose, pointed the nozzle right at Jake, and pulled the trigger. Jake’s cock and balls quickly withdrew out from under him. In a matter of seconds Jake was left draped over his much smaller, but still huge nuts. He could no longer get his entire body onto his own balls. He was now left in an awkward position in which his feet were just barely touching the ground, and his upper body was now resting along the length of his massive cock. Jake slowly rolled backwards so that he could get a decent enough footing to stand up. “Tyler, your emo kiddy is being mean to me.” Jake groaned as he pulled himself to his feet. Tyler was laughing too hard to make any sort of comeback to Jake’s moaning. It was pretty obvious that Jake was just messing around, and not actually mad. They both knew that Sam was worried about his dad coming back and seeing them like that. Sam turned the hose on Tyler next, and Tyler quickly dropped down to a more manageable size as well. Tyler landed in a position that was much easier to get up from than Jake had, and so he was back on his feet in no time. The three boys then turned and walked back to Sam’s house. Sam’s dad was just pulling up the driveway as they got there. They could already smell the pizza wafting over from the car. All three of their stomachs began rumbling loudly. They had been so caught up in the events of the day that they had not even noticed how hungry they were. Sam’s dad balked a bit as he saw the boys. He had seen them earlier, but it was still hard to wrap his head around just how big they were. That tall, lanky one had to be over six feet tall, and his dick was bigger than he was. Then there was the short one, whose balls were hanging so low that they were scraping the ground. Sam’s dad nodded to Tyler “You boys will need to clean up a bit, if you want to come inside. I don’t want you tracking mud on the carpet. Jake and Tyler started laughing as they looked at each other and realized that Sam’s dad wasn’t referring to their feet. The undersides of their cock and balls were coated in mud. Sam grinned a little bit at this, too, but he was still a little too embarrassed about standing around naked with his dad around to really enjoy himself. “I’ll leave you boys alone for now. You know where to find me, if you need me.” With that Sam’s dad handed Sam a few boxes of pizza and went back inside. Tyler had a grin on his face that let the other know that he was up to something. “Let’s go eat these back at the camp.” Jake and Sam just looked at each other and shrugged. It made as much sense to eat out there as anywhere else. Jake was eagerly looking forward to being able to spread out, anyway. As soon as they got back to camp, Jake flung his cock off his shoulder and looked about ready to expand again, but Tyler stopped him before he had the chance. “Slow your roll, Holmes, let Sam and I get set up first.” Jake said with a disarmingly sweet grin. Jake was a little annoyed about being made to hold his growth back for a little while longer, but Tyler seemed like he had something up his sleeve. Tyler gestured for Sam to come over to where he and Jake were standing. “Here. Get on, and hold on to the pizza.” Sam raised an eyebrow and gave Tyler a questioning look. Get on to what? But then Tyler sat down on Jake’s cock; riding is side saddle as if it were a park bench. Tyler then patted Jake’s dick gesturing for Sam to have a seat. Sam gave Tyler another look of uncertainty, but then sat down next to him. Tyler gave Sam a quick wink and then grabbed Jake’s hand. “Hold on tight.” He said, with a goofy grin on his face. Jake wasted no time in taking the hint. His dick began swelling up nearly instantly. As Jake swelled up, Tyler pulled him in closer so that by the time Jake was fully released, he was laying face down on own dick beside Tyler.   Jake and Tyler were laughing; apparently they both thought the ride was a lot of fun. Sam on the other hand was less than thrilled. They had to be at least twelve feet off the ground now, probably closer to fifteen. “Uh, guys? This is nice and all, but how do you expect us to get down?” Tyler put his arm around Sam’s neck and pulled him in close as if for a noogie, but only ruffled Sam’s hair a bit instead. “Obviously we’re going to need you to go down there and shrink us down when the time comes.” Sam rolled his eyes. “And I’m supposed to just jump on down from here, when the time comes.” “Of course not.” Tyler said with a devious grin. “The slide is so much safer, and more fun.” Sam was about to ask what Tyler meant by the slide, but then Tyler’s own dick began swelling, too. Tyler’s cock draped over the side of Jake’s, and sloped down to the ground. It continued to stretch on for several feet after touching down. Sam just put his palm against his face and shook his head slowly, but even though he was trying to cover it, Jake and Tyler could both see he was grinning. Tyler popped open the first box of pizza. “Oh. Sausage. Sounds like even Sam’s dad knows you just can’t get enough.” Tyler shot Jake a mischievous grin. Jake was about to make some smartass comment, but right as he opened his mouth Tyler shoved some pizza in his face. “Don’t talk with your mouth, full, dear.” This actually worked out really well for Jake. He had to prop himself up on his elbows in order to join in the conversation, and so he didn’t have the use of his hands. While Jake was chewing his bit of pizza, Tyler would take a bite of the slice as well. When Tyler was chewing he would hold the pizza out for Jake to take a bite. The two of them shared all of their slices in this way. Jake and Tyler were adorable together. Sam really wished that he had someone like Jake and Tyler had each other. For the first time all day Sam felt like a bit of a third wheel. Sam sighed a little too audibly. He caught himself as soon as he did it and tried to act like nothing happened, but Tyler caught it. Tyler quickly swallowed the chunk of pizza that he had in his mouth. “So tell us a bit more about yourself. We’ve learned a lot about you today, but I still feel like I hardly know anything.” Sam tried to look away and do his best to seem disinterested. “Oh, well there really isn’t much to tell.” “I don’t believe that for a minute.” Tyler took another bite and then passed the slice to Jake. “For starters, you have a pretty big place. Is it just the two of you? Your dad and you, I mean. What about your mom?” Sam looked down at the slice of pizza he had in his hand. “She died…” Tyler swallowed as quietly as he could and put his hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Oh. Sorry.” Sam did his best to give Tyler a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry about it. It was a long time ago. I barely even remember her,” “So it’s just you and your dad here?” Jake chimed in between bites. “Well, my dad had a girlfriend living with us for a while. That’s part of the reason he fixed the garage attic into an apartment. You know, to give both of us some privacy. She was alright, I guess, but when I sort of… came out, she decided to lay down the law. She told my dad that I either needed to get help for my condition or she was moving out.” Sam actually cracked a grin thinking back on it, but he tried to cover it by taking another bite of pizza. When he finished chewing he continued his story. “Dad never even tried to argue with her. He just packed her bags for her.” Tyler put an arm around Sam’s shoulder. “Your dad is getting a high five when I get down from here.” Jake looked a little concerned, though. “The way you speak makes it sound like you didn’t actually intend to come out.” Sam’s expression dimmed again and he lowered his gaze. “It was a huge mistake. One moment of weakness ruined everything.” Jake wished he was able to move so tat he would be able to get closer to Sam and help console him. “You can tell us about it, if you want to.” Sam sighed and the nodded. “I told you I was in scouts, right? Well about a year ago I got kicked out… for kissing my bunk mate.” Tears were starting to form in Sam’s eyes. Tyler pulled Sam in closer. “It’s Ok. You don’t need to worry about it anymore.” Sam shook his head and tried to fight back tears. “No. It’s worse than that. It wasn’t just some guy I had met at camp.” Sam could still remember that night very clearly. It was almost a year ago now that it had happened. Sam had gone to summer camp like he had just about every year before, and of course, he had made sure that he was bunking with his best friend, Han. Sam and Han had been inseparable for years. They did everything together, and this year seemed to be no different. The first couple of days of camp had gone by normally enough, but on the third day it began to rain hard. All the outdoor activities were canceled, and all the boys were stuck in there rooms. Sam didn’t mind too much. He was good at keeping himself occupied. Sam was lying in the bottom bunk reading through some comic books. He had already finished them all before, but he really liked these. “You’re reading that one again?” Sam looked up to see Han, hanging upside down from the bunk above, looking back at him. “What? It’s one of my favorites.” Sam said defiantly. “It’s also old news. Check out the new hotness.” Han tossed a new issue of Avengers over to Sam and then climbed down into Sam’s bunk. Sam picked up the comic and thumbed through the pages. “What? They’ve got yet another color of Hulk? I kinda got tired of these after they got to the purple one.” “Whatever, bitch, The Infraggable Krunk doesn’t count as a Hulk.” Han slid in next to Sam and began shoving him over. “Scoot over, dude.” “Sam started shoving back and laughing. “He’s more of a Hulk than you’ll ever be.”             “And I’m more of a Hulk than you’ll ever be.” Han rolled over on top of Sam and pinned him to the bed. Han was much larger than Sam. He was taller and he was ripped to boot. Sam and Han were both going to be freshmen in high school next year, but Han had already been recruited to be on the football team. It sounded like he’d be first string, too.             Sam was pinned under Han, but he wasn’t too interested in breaking free this time. Maybe it was the light or maybe it was a result of Sam having repressed his hormones for too long, but Sam was captivated by how beautiful Han looked. Han’s shaggy brown hair framed his strong features nicely. His grey eyes were sparkling with joy from roughhousing with his best friend. His full lips were curled upwards at the edges in a mocking smile that dared Sam to fight back.             Han pushed down harder on Sam; bringing his face in closer as he continued to tease Sam. “What’s the matter? Not even going to try and fight back today?”             Sam had already begun figuring out that he liked guys. He had been having really good dreams involving him and at least one other guy for a few years now, but never in his wildest dreams had he ever dreamed of doing anything with one of his friends. He had never even dared to tell anyone about how he felt, but now that he was there and his best friend’s face was hovering just a few inches from his Sam whole brain just went “What the hell.”             Sam closed his eyes and leaned in and kissed Han right on the lips. It seemed so right for a second, but then everything exploded in a flash of light. Sam opened his eyes, but he couldn’t seem to focus. His right ear was ringing loudly. He could sort of make out Han, now sitting up on top of him, shaking out his hand in pain.             “What the fuck was that!” Han screamed at Sam. Sam was too dazed to respond. Han balled up his fist and punched Sam in the face again. “Answer me!”             Sam could barely see. He could taste blood in his mouth. Sam tried to call out; tried to plead with Han to stop; tried to call for help from anyone. Han got off of Sam and looked down. Sam’s shorts did nothing to hide the tent he was sporting. It had started to go down since Han attacked him, but it was still obvious that Sam had popped a bone while Han was on him.             Han reached down and picked Sam up by his shirt collar. “You little faggot!” Han screamed as he slammed Sam onto the floor. By now all the boys in the cabin had gathered around to watch.             Sam couldn’t speak. He couldn’t talk. He could barely see. He could barely even breath, but he tried to drag himself over to the closest other person; hoping that maybe they would help him. Sam could see the feet step back as he tried to crawl closer. With every labored heave oh his body, the crowd would shift staying just out of his reach.             “Did I say you could go!?” Han stepped in front of Sam and kicked him square in the chest causing Sam to topple backwards. Sam lay there, on his side, trying to gasp for breath.             Sam could no longer see, but he could still hear Han’s voice mocking him. “Look at you. You’re pathetic.” Han then kicked him repeatedly in the stomach.             The camp counselors had finally shown up. It took three of them to restrain Han. Han was still thrashing, trying to kick Sam, as he was hauled off. Sam was left lying in a pool of his own blood and tears until the paramedics arrived to take him to the hospital.             Sam finally woke up three days later. He had suffered a massive concussion and several broken ribs, but his internal injuries were surprisingly mild; the real pain came when he checked his messages. Facebook, e-mail, messenger, text messages, voice mail; all were filled with messages from people Sam once thought of as friends; each message carrying words of hate and warnings to Sam if he ever dared set foot in school.             Within days Sam had received his official notice that he was barred from Scouts, but he really didn’t care anymore. There was nothing for him there. His father pulled him out of the local rural county high school and enrolled him at the high school in the neighboring city almost thirty miles away.             By this point in his story Sam was too choked up to go on. Tyler pulled him in and hugged him tight. Sam buried his head in Tyler’s chest and sobbed. 

Chapter 28 - Geno-type pt. 28

With his hopes for tomorrow somewhat restored, Sam walked back up to his room, but not before snagging a sheet to make a makeshift hammock for his impressive set of nuts. Sam deftly lifted his balls up with the sheet and then tied the corners of the sheet behind his neck; making something akin to a sling for his massive package. Now that Sam had a nice basket for his dinosaur eggs, the stairs proved too be no problem for him.          When Sam entered his room he was pleasantly surprised to see it much the same as he had left it. The love birds had been spending their time just enjoying each other’s company. “Wow. You didn’t cum flood the place again.”             Tyler gave Sam a mischievous wink. “You seem disappointed. If I had known you wanted me to, I would have prepared a bath for you.” Even though Tyler made an attempt at his normal kinky bravado, it was obvious he was a little shaken. Jake was even worse off.             Jake was trying to keep up appearances of being cool and collected, but he was obviously very nervous. Sam didn’t understand parts of the conversation earlier, but he did seem to catch on that Jake was going to come out to his parents whether he was ready to or not. Sam really hoped that Jake would be ready when the time came. Sam had not had any say in the matter when his dad had found out. Sam hadn’t even been conscious when his father had been given the reports of what had happened. He knew how hard it could be, but yet, he didn’t know if there was anyway he could help. Sam instead chose to leave the matter alone for now; maybe even give them something else to focus on, instead.             “Hey. Let’s get some measurements done real quick.” Sam scooped the tape measure up off the floor and tossed it to Tyler. Tyler caught it and then exchanged a few uncertain glances with Jake.             Jake was actually not sure he wanted to know how big he was anymore. He loved his size and loved to show it off to most people, but now that he had the looming specter of talking to his parents to deal with, he was not so excited to be swinging around fifteen feet of big, soft dick. Tomorrow night was already going to be a nightmare as it was. On the plus side, maybe this would make his coming out seem like less of a big deal. Like he could just come home and be like “Mom. Dad. I have a confession to make. My dick needs its own ZIP code. Oh yeah, and I’ve been banging the neighbor boy. No big.”             Sam could tell that Jake was uncomfortable and felt bad for bringing it up. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine. I think I’ll need to whip something up for myself to wear tomorrow, tough…”             Jake could tell that Sam meant well, and so he plucked the tape measure from Tyler’s hand and stood up. “Let’s get started then.” Truth be told, Jake could use something to take his mind off of what lied in store for him. It’s not like worrying about it would change anything, and besides, this could be fun. Jake smiled at Sam to let Sam know that he was fine with measuring some more.             Sam was glad to see that Jake seemed to be willing to participate. As Jake walked over to where Sam was, Sam undid his banana hammock, or in his case it was more like a pontoon hammock, and let his enormous dick lay out in front of him. Sam felt a little uncomfortable standing there with both of his friends eyeing his massive tool, but patiently waited while Jake unraveled the tape along the length of his gigantic shaft.             Jake raised his eyebrows as he read the results, obviously impressed. “63 inches. Not bad. Nowhere near as big as ours, though.” Jake’s previous pride was beginning to reawaken. Jake had every right to be cocky, though. Sam’s dick was huge, but it wasn’t even a third of the size of Jake’s behemoth.             Sam was a little surprised to hear his dick was so small. Sam was even more surprised to realize that he thought of a five foot long dong as “small,” but Sam had been so convinced that his jumbo cock was larger than his body. Sam supposed that when he got hard, it would shoot up past six feet, but Sam had braced himself for something closer to a ten foot monster cock. He figured it probably worked the same way it did with spiders. If you are afraid of them they look to be the size of a dog, but if you don’t mind spiders they appear to be tiny little bugs.            Sam was just making mountains out of… well, still mountains. No matter how you look at it, his cock was enormous. The only way that that beast could be considered a molehill is if the hill were made by Giga Monty.             Jake was really starting to relax now that he had measured Sam. Jake was also quite curious to see if he had gotten any larger. He felt like he might have, but he couldn’t prove anything. His dick was already almost three times the size of is body, even if he had added a few feet to it, it wouldn’t seem all that much bigger. Jake sighed internally at this thought. He was getting to the point were if he wanted to be bigger he would need exponentially larger growths to actually have anything to show for it.             When Sam had finished jotting down his notes, Jake tossed him the tape measure. “Here. Check mine again.” Sam nodded at Jake and proceeded to size up Jake’s colossal meat. Jake held the end of the tape to the base of his shaft while he waited for the word from Sam.             Sam looked noticeably shocked when he got the final tally in. “199 inches!? You’ve put on almost a full foot since last time.”             Jake was a little annoyed by this number. He was one measly inch shy of getting into the two hundreds. He realized it was silly to nitpick about one tiny inch when he was already quickly approaching the twenty foot mark, but come on. Tyler’s miracle growth jizz could at least round off to the nearest ten inches.             Tyler was back into high spirits too after seeing Jake perk up. Tyler hated seeing Jake look so sad, and he hated even more not being able to do anything to help. “Dang, boyo. What have you been feeding that thing?” As if he didn’t already know?             Jake gave Tyler a cocky smirk. “I’ve been on a diet of heavy cream.” Ok, so Jake isn’t the best at making jokes, but the fact that he was even trying meant that his mood was vastly improved.             Tyler caught the bit of tape that was tossed to him by Sam as he continued to tease Jake. “I know how much you like it. I’ll whip up something extra big for you.” Tyler gave Jake the sexiest wink he could muster. Jake’s face started to turn red and his dick twitched a bit as it began to stir back to life. “… after we are officially a couple tomorrow”             “You little bitch.” Jake said in shock. Jake realized that he really shouldn’t grow any more before he talked to his parents, but really? That was a low blow. Jake wanted to slap Tyler so bad. He would have done it, too if Tyler wasn’t so adorable; that stupid, disarming, charming grin that Tyler always seemed to have made it impossible for Jake to get mad at him.             Sam waited for Tyler and Jake to finish their little moment before reading off the results. Sam almost felt like he should do a drum roll to get the mood going, but decided against it. “185 inches. That’s almost to Jake’s old size.”             Tyler arched his back backwards a bit to really emphasize his gigantic cock and balls. Not that it did anything, though; once you are that big it’s kind of hard to not already have it be the center of attention. “Yeah, but I wear it better.” Tyler was grinning ear to ear with pride.             Sam just raised an eyebrow as he looked at the ridiculous scene before him. The two boys were completely and totally dwarfed by their monumental manhood, and they were still trying to one up each other. “At this point, I think its wearing you.”             Jake and Tyler looked at each other for a second before they both started howling with laughter. Sam hadn’t actually meant that as a joke. He was just thinking out loud, but pretty soon he was laughing alongside his friends.             When the laughter finally died down, Sam tossed Jake some paper and the original template from earlier. Jake knew the drill and quickly got the conversions taken care of. Jake made sure to fudge the numbers a little for Tyler’s pattern; he knew how Tyler liked it extra tight in the front. Once Jake finished, he gave the sheets back to Sam.             Sam got the next pairs ready in record time. Now that he had done these a few times, it had become very easy for him to get the pieces measured and cut. He finished them in almost half the time he had finished the last batch. “Shall we try them on?”             Jake shook his head. He trusted Sam enough to get it done right. Tyler was too busy yawning to give a proper response. It was already past 2 am and they all had class first thing in the morning.             “I agree with Tyler. I think it’s time to turn in.” Jake said as he nodded to Tyler, who was currently rubbing his eyes.             The three of them all agreed it was time for some much needed sleep, and went out to Sam’s backyard to camp out for the night. They found a nice, dry spot closer to the house that had been spared from the deluge of jizz from earlier in the evening, and they chose to set up camp there.             Tyler quickly inflated to his full size and passed out; face down in his own gargantuan balls. With a little help from Sam, Jake managed to climb up with Tyler. Once he was nestled up nice and close to Tyler, he too expanded to his massive max size. Sam had to admire how cute those tow looked together. The whole scene was pretty adorable; once you wrapped your mind around the absurdity of it, that is. The two boys had fallen asleep in each others arms, while resting soundly in the soft, warm mattress of Tyler’s gigantic nuts. Even their colossal dicks appeared to be spooning each other, as they lay pressed up against each other. Sam felt simultaneously very happy to be their friend, but also very lonely. He knew that someday he would meet someone who would love him like that, but it didn’t help him much currently. Sam flung a large blanket over his shoulder and quickly scaled the side of Jake’s humongous cock. Sam didn’t want to admit it out loud, but when he had fallen asleep atop Jake’s dick earlier, it had been the best nap he had had in ages. Once he was up top he had plenty of room to lie down and pull the blanket over him. He quickly drifted off to blissful slumber. The morning rolled around far too quickly. Sam had had the foresight to bring a watch with him and had set the alarm, but now that the beeping was ruining his glorious sleep, he really wished he hadn’t. Sam muttered something in a language unfamiliar to anyone; even himself. He mashed his hand against the beeping watch repeatedly until he finally hit the right button. Sam groggily pushed himself up into a sitting position. He really hated getting up in the morning; especially when he had such a comfy bed. He would love to just lie there for several more hours, but school would not wait for him. Sam looked around. It was already pretty sunny out. Sam longed for the days of summer where he could sleep in as late as he wanted and relax outside under the sunshine all day. Unfortunately, Sam lived so far away from anything that he would be all alone during the long holiday. As great as sleeping in sounded now, within two days of being off of school Sam would be lonely again. Sam looked back at his only two friends. Jake and Tyler were still fast asleep in each other’s arms. Sam wanted that someday. He had more or less accepted that Tyler would never be his, and he was really happy for Jake; Sam honestly meant it this time. Sam would have to find someone else. It was a daunting task, but it was not impossible; especially when at least one cute little hipster was trying more than willing to get into your pants. Metaphorically speaking, obviously; Sam was currently naked as the day he was born. The blanket didn’t really count as clothing, especially now that it did nothing to actually cover him. Sam had inflating to his true glory during the night. He had no memory of having done so, but it really didn’t matter now. Sam took a minute to marvel at the leviathans between his legs; the one that was directly attached to him and the one the one that he had been sleeping on. His cock was enormous, but Jake’s was absolutely gigantic. It still took Sam’s breath away every time he saw it. Sam threw off the blanket, and began to descend Mount Jake’s northern slope. If things kept up the way they were going, Jake would soon have his own gravitational pull by the end of the week. Sam slid off the side of Jake’s colossus and looked around him. The grass had become damp with dew during the course of the night, and Sam could see a set of fresh footprints. There’s only one person who could have left them. No doubt Sam’s dad had come to tell him something, but balked at the sheer size of the mound of cock flesh spread out before him. Sam chuckled a little to himself. He had to wonder if his dad had seen him at his current size, or if he had shown up before Sam had really let himself go. Either way, Sam was going to have to thank him for being so chill about all this. It can’t be easy seeing your son sporting a cock that is over twice your size. Either of Sam’s nuts would have been almost as tall as his dad. Fortunately, they were quickly becoming a much more reasonable size as his junk dragged across the crisp, cool dew on the grass. By the time Sam got over to the hose, he was just about down to where he needed to be; a quick blast of icy cold water got him the rest of the way. Sam debated with himself for a moment over whether he should try and wake Jake and Tyler up politely or just hose them down. He thought it would be rude to just hose them down and figured he should at least try and rouse them the good old fashioned way first. Sam got close to Jake and Tyler and he was going to try and rouse them, he really was, but seeing them cuddled up so close together, well… Sam might have accepted that Jake and Tyler were perfect for each other, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t still be just a little bit jealous. Sam pulled the trigger enough to cause the water from the nozzle to arc upwards and shower down upon the boys as if it were a refreshing summer rain. Tyler and Jake groaned as they slowly regained their senses. Jake glared grumpily at Sam when he finally realized that it wasn’t actually raining, and that the downpour was just Sam messing with them. Sam just grinned and replied, “Morning, love birds.” Jake muttered under his breathe something that was almost inaudible. What little bits and pieces Sam caught seemed sounded something akin to “You have to sleep sometime, and when you do…” Tyler staggered to his feet and looked around. “What time is it?” Sam checked his watch instinctively. He really didn’t need to since he had just been woken up by his alarm not even five minutes ago. “It’s about 6:15” Tyler yawned loudly and rubbed his eyes. “Damn, dude. That’s early. We don’t have class for nearly three more hours.” Sam folded his arms in front of his chest; his new pose giving him an aura of authority. “Yeah, but we have a lot of work to do to get ready. Not to mention I live way out in the boonies.” “Fair enough.” Tyler said as he lightly kicked Jake in the side to wake him up again. Jake groaned again and flopped back onto his cushiony balls. “This is going to take some work. I don’t suppose you have any coffee, do you?” Sam shrugged. He never really bothered with coffee, but he was sure his dad kept some around. Sam knew that his dad always made a pot before leaving for work, but he also knew his dad liked to drink the entire pot by himself. “I suppose I could put a pot on.” “Great. In the meantime I will see if I can’t make any progress with sleeping nudey over here.” Tyler gave Jake a playful poke in the ribs. Jake twitched involuntarily and made a blind attempt to swat at Tyler before slipping back into a deep slumber. Sam gave Tyler a silent grin. Then he nodded and went into the house to prepare some coffee and breakfast. In the meantime Tyler gathered up the soaps and towels from last night and set to work. When Sam came back out of the house, carrying a few mugs, a coffee pot, and a box of cereal, he was socked to see Jake’s twenty foot monster at full tilt. The beast was rock hard and dripping with suds. Sam gave Tyler an incredulous glare. Tyler held his hands up to about shoulder level in a gesture to try and show his innocence. “It’s a morning wood! Honest!” Sam gave Jake a quick look over. Jake was still fast asleep, but now he was covered in suds; his hair was white and foamy with shampoo. Tyler looked a little embarrassed. “I thought maybe he could use the extra sleep, seeing as how today’s going to be so rough for him. He seemed to enjoy it more than I expected, though.” Sam was amazed that Jake could actually sleep through the full body rub down he was receiving. Sam was a little jealous of Jake for having such a dedicated and caring boyfriend. Sam then turned his gaze to Tyler. Sam was secretly impressed with Tyler for keeping his arousal in check, especially while rubbing down his lover’s magnificent cock, but Sam could see that Tyler was sporting a semi of his own. “Be careful with that thing. We don’t have time to get you guys into yet another pair of pants before class.” Tyler looked a little crestfallen, but he nodded dejectedly. “I know, I know. Here. Hold him up wile I get his chest.” Sam set their breakfast down on the patio and went over to help Tyler wash down Jake. Sam thought to himself that it was probably a good thing that Jake was enjoying the wash down as much as he was. With his colossal dong sticking straight up, it was not getting all muddy. Jake would only need a quick ball buffing when he got up in order to be clean and ready to go. With Jake mostly clean, Tyler and Sam set their sights on each other. Their morning shower was relatively uneventful. Sam was in too much of a hurry to let himself get caught up in the sensuality of the actions, and Tyler was too anxious about Jake’s coming out ceremony planned for that night. By the time Sam and Tyler were clean, Jake was finally stirring; the scent of hot coffee was doing more to wake him than even the full service cleaning he had received. Jake’s eyes fluttered open, and he quickly turned beat red. Even after the wild, crazy, sexy day he had had yesterday, he still got a little embarrassed about popping a boner in front of his friends; especially since he was still not fully awake. His subconscious mind had not adjusted to the sex charged lifestyle he had been living the past few days. Seeing his boyfriend blushing, Tyler gave Jake a reassuring smile and a tall mug of coffee. Jake quickly relaxed upon seeing that Sam and Tyler were similarly disrobed; and not entirely flaccid either. The three boys sat together on the porch, drinking coffee and taking handfuls of cereal from the box. All three of them were too anxious to manage much conversation; they continued their morning in relative silence. Things went smoothly up until it was time to get dressed. They had their underwear situation sorted out, but the rest of their wardrobe was going to be a different story. Seeing this, Sam had an idea. He still had all his old clothes from back when he was one of the good ol’ country boys; loose cargo shorts, white t-shirts, and baggy flannel overshirts. There was no way the boys were going to be getting their bulges into the shorts, but at least they could give their legs some semblance of coverage. Sam slipped on a pair of shorts and quickly realized that it was just not going to work. Thinking quickly, he grabbed the scissors off of his desk and sliced the fly open all the way down to the inseam.  Sam now had plenty of room to let his junk hang out the front of the shorts but still pull the shorts all the way up to his waist. He quickly modified two other pairs in much the same way and gave them to Jake and Tyler. Pretty soon they were all dressed in Sam’s old shorts and t-shirts. It’s a good thing that they didn’t need to button the shorts up, because even without their massive protruding packages, Sam had a much smaller waistline than either Jake or Tyler. There was going to be a problem with keeping the pants from falling down though; a problem that Sam quickly remedied by snagging some suspenders from his dad’s closet. Now that their pants were safely secured, they all slipped some flannel shirts on over top; easily covering their ridiculous looking suspenders. From the back, they all looked like perfectly normal, albeit strangely matching, teenagers. From any other angle, though, their enormous bulges were easily visible. Even Sam, whose cock was roughly a third the size of Jake’s and Tyler’s, was far larger than any normal person’s. He looked like he had two beach balls and a tube of industrial strength ventilation hosing, shoved down his front. Jake and Tyler looked even more ridiculous. Their nuts were over half as tall as they were. Even with the special compression briefs holding their junk in place, their balls came dangerously close to scraping the ground. The tops of their huge orbs were lifted up so that they came up to about their belly buttons, and their impossibly huge dicks were pressed in on top of that. Their dicks were so huge and thick that their bulges peaked at about chest level and stuck out several feet in front of them. They had to be very careful walking, since their field of vision was very much obstructed. Once they all gathered up their respective books and bags, they filed into Jake’s Jeep. Jake had to slide his seat all the way back in order to fit his industrial equipment in with him. Even then, it pushed up against the steering column and threatened to honk the horn for him if he got even the slightest bit aroused; Jake was very glad he had not gone another round with Tyler last night or he wouldn’t even be able to drive his car anymore. Tyler hopped into the passenger seat, and generally had a much easier time of it than Jake. Tyler’s junk was a little smaller than Jake’s, but the real thing that helped him was not having to deal with the steering column being all up in his business like it was with Jake. Sam took the same seat he had taken the night before; the middle seat in the back. He liked this seat because it put him in a good position to join in on Jake and Tyler’s conversations without actually being in the middle. It was the perfect spot for a third wheel such as himself, he thought with a small tinge of bitterness. Before they headed out, Jake pulled his cell out and prepared to charge it, but Tyler stopped him. “Hey, mine’s almost out of juice. Mind if I charge mine instead? I am kind of expecting a message today. I’ll pass a message along to my mom to have Mark reach you on my cell, ok?” All of that was technically correct, but Tyler still hated lying. His real reasoning was to keep Jake from seeing his messages and catching on that his parents were already clued in to his personal preference. Jake begrudgingly agreed. He didn’t really have anyone other than Tyler that he wanted to reach today, anyway. They actually made really good time getting to school; most of the morning rush had died down already. They had gotten to school with almost an hour to kill. As they approached the parking lot, Tyler looked at the clock and said. “We’re way too early. Want to go chill elsewhere? Maybe get some real grub?” They were all a little hungry. The handfuls of cereal just didn’t cut it. Jake shrugged as he thought about where they could go. “Well, there’s not much around here. We could just whip into the McDonald’s down the road.” “Ooooh. I forgot about that place. There’s a Starbucks right next to it, right?” Tyler had a twinkle in his eye. He was thinking of something, but Jake wasn’t sure what. This wasn’t Tyler’s typical mischievous or lascivious twinkle. Tyler could see Jake’s eyebrow raising questioningly and decided to clarify. “Aren’t those places like gathering grounds for gay dudes? Maybe we’ll find someone for Sam?” Sam turned bright red at the mention of going out on the pull so early in the day; especially with them all looking like they currently did. Who would even dare talk to them with the mountains of man meat they were all swinging around?  Jake turned off his turn signal and drove past the entrance to the parking lot. “I don’t see why not. I could use more coffee anyway.” Sam’s brain was in an all out brawl with itself. On one hand he was so glad that Tyler had his best interests in mind. Tyler had promised to help Sam find a guy, and it seemed like he was totally ready to follow through on it. On the other hand… well? Look at them! They were hyper-sexed circus freaks. Sam didn’t even want to go to school like this, let alone be walking around in a public setting where people he didn’t even know would be staring at his junk the whole time. The only good thing Sam could see was that he was so small in comparison to his friends that he might be able to slide in under the radar. When they pulled up to the little coffee shop, Sam waited for Jake and Tyler to get out before he did so too. Jake and Tyler had all eyes on them in a matter of seconds; if Sam played his cards right he could be in and out without even getting so much as a sidelong glance. It was not to be, though. When Tyler walked into the shop, he immediately took stock of all the gazes he was getting. Tyler was incredibly good at reading people’s feelings, and he did a mental inventory of those who were jealous, ashamed, intimidated, or flat out turned on. Of those that were gazing at Tyler’s impressive endowments, only one or two fit into the small category of male, aroused, and under the age of thirty. Jake entered a second later and all eyes were split between ogling Jake or Tyler. Sam slipped in relatively under the radar; just as he was hoping to do. There seemed to be only one person giving him any attention at all, and that was one of the baristas who was working behind the counter. Tyler quickly caught on to the one person in the room who was not giving him the full attention that he felt he deserved. Tyler recognized him immediately. He actually went to their school. Well, not anymore, really. He was a senior, and they got let out a week earlier than the rest of the students. Their graduation ceremony was last Friday, those lucky bastards. Tyler and Jake had that to look forward to next year. From what little Tyler could remember about this guy he seemed nice enough. Pretty reserved, not nearly as reserved as Sam, but then again, few people were. Did Tyler catch a hint of blushing on his face? It was hard to tell. It looked like he hadn’t bothered shaving since his graduation ceremony; the little bit of scruff looked good on him, though. His faint beard was the same dusty reddish brown color that the rest of the hair on his head was. It really brought out his green eyes. His hair was cut pretty short, but still had a little bit of styling to it. Tyler felt his heart beat just a little faster as the server shot Sam a nervous half smile. Tyler would totally tap that if he wasn’t already completely devoted to the guy of his dreams. A grin spread across Tyler’s face. It was time to play FedEx with these two socially inept kiddies. Tyler much preferred the idea of being an expert shipper to the commonly accepted idiom of playing Cupid. He never really understood how shooting someone was supposed to be a good way to get people to fall in love. Tyler’s experience in various video games had led him to believe that an arrow to the heart would typically result in death for the recipient. Tyler placed his order and waited by the counter, all while watching the red-head like a hawk. The barista never noticed Tyler’s glances; he was too fixated on Sam. He only looked over to Tyler when it was finally time to hand Tyler the breakfast roll he had ordered. The server was completely shocked when he turned around to see this guy staring at him with the biggest, playful, Cheshire Cat grin he had ever seen. He almost dropped the roll he had just pulled out of the microwave, but the blonde didn’t seem to care. The twinkle in the blonde guy’s eyes seemed to scream “Gotcha!” The blonde made a subtle gesture with his head towards the raven haired beauty that the server had been watching just a moment ago. “His name’s Sam by the way. You should give him your number.” The barista just stood there in stunned silence as the blonde guy plucked the roll from his hand and with one quick motion gave him a sly wink and vanished into the crowded coffee house. The server went back to his tasks with a bit of a euphoric haze clouding his mind. He had a name to go with that beautiful face, and it seemed like he was being told to go for it. For some reason he felt he could trust that strange blonde guy. He seemed like the mischievous type, but he seemed trustworthy. The barista froze as he grabbed the next cup to fill. The name on the side was “Sam.” Sam waited at the counter for his drink. He didn’t go to these places often; especially because he lived so far away from one. He wasn’t really sure what he was getting himself into, but Jake had suggested this drink, so Sam ordered it. Knowing Jake it was probably 95% caffeine with like 5% whipped cream for flavor. Sam just wanted to get out of there; leaning against the counter helped to hide his bulge, but he still felt out of place. Sam just stood there mindlessly strumming his fingers along the counter as his mind wandered off. The black haired cutey was just a few feet away, but the server couldn’t think of anything to say. That pensive gaze he had as he stared off into nothingness just seemed to make him look even more beautiful. The barista finally managed to work up the courage to say something as he finished the drink. “Sam?” Sam was shocked to ear someone say his name, but he turned to see that it was just the server dude holding his order. Of course he knew Sam’s name. It was written on the cup. Sam accepted the glass with a quick nod and a practiced robotic smile. “Thanks.” Sam then walked back over to reunite with his friends. The server had frozen when he had seen Sam’s smile. He couldn’t do anything but stand there like a tool while that handsome guy walked away from him; probably forever. He was just about to go back to work, sad and dejected, when suddenly the blonde guy was standing at the counter again. The blonde guy just rolled his eyes and slipped him a napkin and a pen. The shop worker immediately took the hint and scrawled his number onto the paper. The blonde took the paper and with another sly wink, vanished into the crowd. Tyler walked back up to his friends, and tossed Sam a stack of napkins. “Here. You’ll be needing this.” Sam was about to argue wit Tyler. After all, Sam had made sure to grab a few napkins of his own. It’s not like Sam was a messy eater or drinker in this case, but Sam noticed something written on the napkin. There was a phone number! Someone named Lyle? Sam looked around the room and noticed the barista giving him an awkward smile. Sam turned bright red. That guy had totally been checking him out the entire time and he had never even noticed!

Chapter 23 - Geno-type pt. 23

Tyler couldn’t help but think that Sam looked like some kind of Scooby Doo villain; what with how he looked like a vaguely humanoid pile of spooge with a rough approximation of eyes. He almost felt belt for laughing at Sam in his current state, but Sam seemed to be laughing just as hard as he was. The whole last few minutes had been completely absurd. Tyler watched in awe and lustful envy as Sam had slipped completely inside of Jake’s massive cock.             Tyler would have loved to make the trip himself, but certain parts of him were now too big to make the journey… Although, maybe if he took a cold shower first and got Jake just a little bit bigger… Wait, no. That is a terrible idea. Jake’s colossal dong was now taking up a large portion of Sam’s back yard, and Sam had a huge yard.             Just how long is that thing? Tyler could only guess. Maybe if they had a large enough tape measure they could measure him, but where would they find one? Most tape measures only went up to twenty five feet, right? “Yo. Sam. Your dad’s a builder, right?”             “Contractor, but close enough. ‘Sup?” Sam had taken his glasses off and was trying to wipe enough of the jizz off of his face to keep it from dripping into his eyes.             “Do you think he has any plus size tape measures?” Tyler was walking around the tip of Jake’s bus sized, soft, dick; running his hand along it as he went. “Tyler was in awe of the sheer size of it, sure his wasn’t that much smaller, but It was a little different seeing someone else’s and at such a close distance. Tyler’s own humongous cock was splayed out across the lawn as well; just sort of flopped over on its side like a beached whale.             Sam just shrugged. “Maybe, but it’d be in his truck. I don’t think he’d want me rummaging around in there like this.” Sam gestured down at his body. Rinsing off the second skin of cum he had accrued would be a good idea; as well as the third skin and the fourth… Tyler laughed, “But it’s such a good look on you.” Sam just stuck his tongue out at Tyler in response; unintentionally getting a glob of spooge from his lips onto his tongue. Sam was a little shocked by the additional flavor of such a simple act. The jizz was starting to cool off already, but it still wasn’t bad. Tyler’s patrol of the perimeter of Jake’s titanic cock was cut short. It had taken a lot of work for him to even be able to move the few feet he needed to get this close to Jake and Sam. He was actually able to drag his junk across the slick ground with only a marginal amount of straining. Tyler wondered if maybe his enhancements were increasing his strength as well. How else would he explain being able to drag some fifty feet of cock and two giant globes of spooge? Even so, it had taken a lot of work just to get this far. Tyler was very glad that he had a few feet of wiggle room where he could pace around; awkwardly and in sort of a backwards crab walk sort of way. Tyler didn’t actually have to worry about dragging his gigantic nuts around as long as he stayed within the range of his sack. It was a very strange sensation to be shackled to his own nuts as if they were two gigantic ball and chains. Just thinking about it caused Tyler to shudder a little. Even with the special trick they had discovered that had helped them temporarily shrink back down, they still ran the risk of literally becoming a prisoner of their own endowments; a prison that Jake seemed all too eager to enroll in. Tyler had to admit that it was a lot of fun and felt amazing. That pleasant, tingling sensation when he got a semi was really nice at four inches; at forty plus feet it was mind blowing. On the subject of blowing, Tyler realized that he would never be able to fit to fit Jake’s cock in his mouth ever again. This thought actually made him kind of sad. Tyler turned back to Sam and gestured towards the hose. “Let’s get you cleaned off.” Sam nodded in agreement. At least, Tyler assumed he nodded; it was kind of hard to make out his expressions in his current state. Sam hurried over to the hose and turned it on Tyler. The frigid blast of water caused Tyler to gasp, but once the initial shock passed, Tyler was relieved to have some semblance of mobility back. Even soft, his dick was almost twice as long as he was tall, but at least it wasn’t nearly as heavy as it had been a minute ago. Tyler’s balls were now shorter than him too, making it possible to see in front of him again. “A little warning next time?” Tyler grinned at Sam letting Sam know that he wasn’t at all upset. Sam rolled his eyes. “You obviously needed it more than I did.” Sam pointed at his dick and then back to Tyler’s. Even fully reduced, Tyler’s cock was bigger than Sam’s was. “You’re just jealous.” Tyler swayed his hips back and forth. He had hoped to wag his dick back and forth to sort of flaunt his size in Sam’s face, but Tyler couldn’t get enough momentum to really do anything more than just cause his dick to wobble a bit. Sam turned his head in an attempt at mock indignation. “Yes I am so jealous of your inability to move more than five feet without the aid of a forklift.” Sam was actually kind of jealous. He could feel his face get warmer as Tyler had called him out on it. Sam knew his cheeks were flushed with embarrassment; which is kind of why he turned away from Tyler. The mock indignation was a good cover, and it allowed him to keep up his aloof front. Tyler and Sam took turns hosing each other down; trying to get off as much of the cum slathered all over both of them as they could. Once they were clean enough, Sam ran back up to his room and came back with some soap and a few washcloths. “I don’t know about you, but I feel like I need something a little more than water.” Tyler grinned mischievously as he waved a hand in front of his face. “You’re telling me.” Sam threw a washcloth at Tyler in playful retaliation. Unfortunately, it was dry, and so it unbundled itself in midair; drifting harmlessly to the ground. Sam found a fairly dry spot in the grass where he set the rest of the towels. He then walked over to Tyler and picked up the washcloth off the ground. “Pass it here.” Sam gestured over at the hose. Tyler nodded and passed it to him. Sam wet the cloths and poured some soap on them. Sam then passed one to Tyler and began to wash himself off. Sam was oddly nervous about this. He even realized that he shouldn’t be nervous, but he was. He had been strolling around bare assed naked almost all afternoon and hadn’t thought anything of it, but now that he was taking a shower, out in the open, with his friends watching, it just felt weird. Sam tried to put it out of his mind and just focus on getting himself cleaned up. Sam would occasionally check on Tyler who seemed to be doing the same. Tyler was having a bit of trouble, though. He washed his body fairly quickly, but his cock was a whole nother issue. There was just so much of it, and it was very time consuming for Tyler to have to keep walking around his humongous dick. Tyler saw that Sam was already done washing up so he gave Sam the most pitiful pleading eyes he could muster. “Now who’s jealous?” Sam said while swaying his hips just like Tyler had. Unlike Tyler, though, Sam’s now reduced dick was plenty small enough to be able to swing back and forth. “Small” is a relative term. Even at his now reduced state, Sam’s dick was fairly hefty; it had to be at least two feet long. Sam’s dick smacked up against each leg with an audible slap. In spite of his taunting, Sam had every intention of helping Tyler out. Sam walked slowly and seductively over to Tyler and poured soap over Tyler’s massive cock. Tyler liked where this was headed, as was evidenced by his dick eagerly inflating. Sam hopped on Tyler’s dick as if he was riding it like a horse. Sam had to spread his legs wide to even be able to mount the beast. Sam could feel Tyler’s mammoth endowment twitching with anticipation beneath him. Sam had fully intended to keep things tame while helping his buddy wash up, but his supercharged hormones were getting the better of him. Sam was quickly getting more and more aroused just from being so close to Tyler. He could feel the warmth of Tyler’s cock between his legs. Sam was getting so hard just from sitting on Tyler’s dick. The only logical solution was to rub one out, and help Tyler do the same in the process. As long as he stayed out of the line of fire the shower wouldn’t be a total loss, right?   Sam began to move his hips back and forth as if he was riding Tyler’s beast like a mechanical bull at some divey roadhouse; Tyler’s tool even bucked and twitched a bit as if it was trying to shake Sam off. Obviously, Tyler didn’t really want Sam to stop what he was doing. It was just an unfortunate side effect of having such an overly excitable piece of equipment. Sam was getting a really good lather going as he grinded into Tyler’s enormous cock. Sam’s basketball sized nuts made for a great set of sponges as they slid heavily up and down Tyler’s rod. Sam was so horny by now that he was beginning to leak. He needed more stimulation, and he would have it. Tyler was trying to maintain his composure in spite of being rubbed off in such an amazing manner. “If I had known that this is how you like to shower, I would have invited you into the stall with me yesterday.” Tyler tried to give a sly grin, but he was breathing too heavily to really pull it off.; the net result was a slightly lopsided O-face. Sam turned back as best as he could without taking his legs away from their current task and shot Tyler a wink. “Oh, you know. I just want to be sure that I am working those suds in really deep.” right as Sam said “deep” he dug his heals into the little bit of the soft underside of Tyler’s dick that he was able to reach. Tyler sharply inhaled as he bit his lip. Tyler was already getting close to cumming. Sam decided to move on to phase two while he still had the chance. Sam leaned in to Tyler’s massive rod and dug in with his elbows. Sam was now riding Tyler’s cock like a light cycle, and if all went well, it would even be leaving a white trail in the near future. Sam began grinding his own respectably large cock into Tyler’s far larger one; all while keeping his ankles dug in deep. Sam made sure to clench extra tight as he thrusted forward to really show off his firm ass muscles. Sam could tell that Tyler was really enjoying the show because his cock lurched back a bit when Sam would really show off. Sam decided to give Tyler a little extra and would occasionally reach back with one hand was massage his butt cheek; giving Tyler a clear view of his tight, pink hole in the process. Tyler was really close to cumming at this point, and so was Sam. Sam could feel the pre pooling around his chest on top of Tyler’s dick. He had to assume Tyler was leaking pretty bad by this point too, but he couldn’t see from his position. He could see that the head of Tyler’s cock was pushing well out of its skin and twitching wildly. With one last mighty thrust, Sam pushed up off of Tyler’s dick and dug his heels in as deep as he could into the soft, sensitive area. Sam and Tyler came in unison; Sam’s large solid stream of jizz being dwarfed by Tyler’s torrential blast of spooge. Sam was a fire hose, but Tyler was Old Faithful. They both let out shot after powerful shot. Their cum splattered loudly on the already saturated grass. Tyler got completely lost in the pleasure as he slumped forward onto Sam. Sam could feel Tyler leaning up against him and came even harder. After what seemed like an eternity of bliss to the two boys, but was probably more in the neighborhood of ten minutes, they both finally started to slow down; soon after they were both completely spent. Tyler reached around Sam’s waist and gave him a tight hug. “That was amazing, Sammy. Whoever gets you is a lucky guy.” Sam felt a pain rise up in his chest. It was like his ribcage was contracting and smashing his hearts and lungs. Sam wanted to run away and hide because the realization had hit him hard. Sam was in love with Tyler, but Tyler was hopelessly devoted to Jake. On some level Sam realized that he had been stepping up his game, hoping that maybe Tyler would choose him over Jake, but Tyler had never even considered Sam as in the running. Tyler was 100% committed to Jake. Sam was just a friend with really good benefits. Sam was both hurt by the realization and angry at himself for trying to come between his two friends. His first two friends in almost a year, and he tried to tear them apart. Sam wanted to scream with rage and bury his head in shame, but he just fell silent. He didn’t dare let on what he was thinking. He couldn’t imagine what would happen if Tyler discovered what a terrible friend Sam really was. Tyler wasn’t sure why, but Sam tensed up and fell silent when he hugged him. Tyler watched as Sam silently slid off of his cock and began robotically cleaning the last bits of it. Sam had withdrawn again, but Tyler wasn’t sure what was eating him. Had Tyler said something to piss Sam off? Tyler wanted to help, but he didn’t know what to say. It hurt him to see Sam like this, especially after Sam had opened up so much to them in the course of the afternoon. Tyler tried to read Sam’s expression, but it was already far to dark for him to see clearly. Tyler would occasionally catch a glint of moonlight as it reflected off of Sam’s watery eyes. Tyler wanted to walk up to Sam, hug him, and tell him that everything would be all right, but he was afraid that would just make matters worse. Sam had withdrawn so quickly last time Tyler had hugged him. “Hey. Is there something wrong? Is it something I said or did?” Sam continued methodically scrubbing the rest of Tyler’s cock. “No. You are fine.” You are perfect, in fact. Sam winced a little bit at his internal monologue. Sam’s mind was an asshole, and it seemed to really love to salt his emotional wounds. Tyler wanted to help so badly, but he didn’t know what was wrong with Sam. “Well, alright, but you know I am there for you if you ever need anything, right?” Sam really wished that Tyler could help him, but Sam himself was the problem. Sam knew that even if he somehow managed to beat Jake and take over as Tyler’s boyfriend, he would not be happy. Sam had taken a liking to Jake during the course of the day, and he would feel guilty for breaking Jake and Tyler apart. “For starters, let’s go shrink your boyfriend back down.” Sam winced a little as he put far more inflection on “Boyfriend” than he had intended too. He really hoped that Tyler would not pick up on it; Tyler was surprisingly in touch with other people’s feelings for such an easygoing guy. “Yes. Let’s shrink down the boyfriend.” came Jake’s muffled voice. He was finally coming down off of cloud nine after one hell of an afterglow. “You’re awake are you? I thought you would have passed out after that last one.” Jake teased his immobile lover. Tyler picked up the hose and walked over to Jake. “Are you sure you want me to do this? I know how much you like being the big man on campus.” “Shut up and shrink me. My back is cramping from being in this position.” Tyler walked around to the other side of Jake’s car sized cajones. Jake was clinging to the top of his balls much like an unfortunate sailor would be clutching a piece of flotsam in the ocean. It looked to Tyler as if Jake was just using his arms to steady himself; Jake was actually being held in place by his giant scrotum, almost as if it was a rock climbing harness. That would make sense in a lot of ways. Jake was currently climbing his own boulders. Now tat Jake had gotten off, it would be a good idea to help him get down, too. Jake is very lucky he has such a tight sack or he probably would have fallen off ages ago. Tyler wanted to make some snappy comeback, but he was too busy giggling silently at the spectacle to think of anything good. Instead he just turned the hose on full blast and aimed it at Jake. Jake’s bus sized wang quickly deflated to a much more modest twelve footer. Jake’s nuts were still massive, but at least they were now shorter than he is. Jake sank into the crater left by his once colossal package. Jake had been lying in that position at such an immense size for so long that he had sunk deep into the mud. Once he had shrunk down the layer of standing spooge had rushed in to fill the low ground, much like water on the beach. Jake was now wading up to his knees in a pool of cum.  “Could you go get my jacket from the jeep? I’m freezing my balls off out here.” Jake rubbed his left nut with his left hand while pointing to the driveway with his right thumb. Tyler scurried off to the car leaving Jake and Sam alone. “Wonder how long it’ll take him to realize I didn’t bring a jacket.” Jake turned to look at Sam, who was standing there awkwardly rolling and unrolling the soapy washcloth in his hand. “Wow, you are crushing on Tyler hard, aren’t you?” Sam tried to remain emotionless, but he could feel his cheeks flushing. He was blushing, but hopefully it was dark enough that Jake couldn’t really see. “What makes you say that?” “You’ve got the stone face down, but your voice could use some work. You aren’t fooling me. I heard your whole full service cock wash.” Sam’s tough exterior crumbled after being exposed in such a way. Sam sat down in the mud and pulled his knees up to his chest. He looked so sad and vulnerable like that that Jake’s heart broke a little. Sam was a lot more vulnerable than he liked to let on. “Look. I’m not mad at you, so you don’t need to worry about that.” Sam didn’t move or say anything. Jake was a little pissed off with himself. He wished he was anywhere near as good at dealing with people as Tyler was. Jake was always a little too sarcastic; a little too blunt. He meant well, but he always came off as an asshole. “It’s not me you are worried about is it? Let’s see what is it then? You are mad at yourself, then?” Sam didn’t say anything, but he seemed to pull in tighter. Well, we’re getting somewhere. “I know you don’t want to talk to me, but I really would like to help you. I know what it’s like to hate yourself. I especially know what it’s like to beat yourself up over who you fell in love with.” Sam seemed to relax a little, but he still wouldn’t talk. “I’m not like Tyler. I’m not gonna coax you out of your shell with a joke and a smile. I’m going to drag you out kicking and screaming if I have to. What we know so far. You are beating yourself up. You are in love with Tyler. We have known you are in love with Tyler, so this is something new.” Jake absentmindedly thrummed his fingers along the top of his cock that he was leaning against like a podium. Jake finally put the pieces together; the minor tinge of spite in Sam’s voice when he referred to Jake as Tyler’s boyfriend; the way Sam started withdrawing the second Tyler had mentioned Sam finding a guy of his own; Sam’s obvious crush on Tyler. “I see it now. You are finally accepting that Tyler doesn’t have an interest in you as anything more than a friend. I realize that that sounds mean to say it that way, but it’s pretty accurate, am I right?” Sam didn’t really give a definitive answer. He just tilted his head a bit in contemplation. “No it wouldn’t be so easy would it.” Jake sighed. “Speaking as one guy with horrible self esteem issues to another, what is the worst possible conclusion I could jump to?” Jake’s heart dropped as the answer dawned on him. What would he do in Sam’s situation? Sam had already accepted that he was knee deep in the friend zone, but you can’t really fault him for wishing things were different. “You and I are a lot alike. Why just last week I made a wish on a falling star. Wishing that Tyler would miraculously turn gay and that we could be together. I honestly was sickened by myself for even thinking such a thing. Was I really such a terrible friend that I would wish my best friend a life of misery and derision just so that we could be together?” Sam lifted his head up from his knees and looked at Jake. Even in the darkness, the tears in his eyes were easily visible. “You and I are too much alike; always thinking of others before ourselves; afraid to go for what we want because of those who might get hurt in the process; always jumping to the worst conclusions. So let me guess again. In a moment of weakness you wished that you and Tyler really were boyfriends, but where does that leave me? You are tearing yourself up apart inside because you, for a brief moment, wished Tyler and I would break up so you could have him.” Sam nodded. The tears were streaming down his face as he struggled to keep himself from sobbing. Jake spread his arms wide and gestured with his fingers for Sam to come to him. “Come on, you are much more mobile than I am. Don’t make me come to you.” Jake tried to give his best most disarming smile, but only succeeded at a lopsided, goofy grin. He wasn’t really known for his smile. He was much better known for his snarky glare, but his smile and words seemed to be working. Sam got to his feet and hesitantly walked towards Jake. When Sam finally got close enough, Jake latched on to Sam with the biggest bear hug he could manage. Sam collapsed into Jake’s arms and began crying. Jake did his best to soothe him. “Today’s been one hell of an emotional roller coaster for you, huh?” Sam’s head was buried in Jake’s chest. Sam was a few inches taller than Tyler, but Jake was still quite a bit taller than Sam. Jake could easily rest his chin on Sam’s head as he held him tight. “It’s Ok. Everyone has thoughts like that occasionally. Envy is completely normal. What matters is how you act on it. I know how easy it is to single out the few bad traits you have and create some abhorrent caricature of yourself. You are a great guy, and someday soon you’ll find someone who will love you for everything that you are.” Jake looked over to see that Tyler was standing there watching. Tyler had caught on to the wild goose chase a bit faster than Jake had expected, but at least Jake had had enough time to get through to Sam. Tyler gave Jake an awkward questioning double thumbs up as if to ask “everything alright?” Jake nodded silently as he held Sam.  

Chapter 5 - Mirror Image

Tags: [F/F] [Futa/Futa] [Futa/Futa/F] [Rape] [Reluctant] [Rough] [Long] [Weirdness] [Pain] [Bondage] [Double Penetration] [Excessive Cum] [Oversized Cock] [Cum Inflation] Stay tuned at the end of the chapter for a brief, semi-announcement. ______________________________________________________________________ Two sets of wary eyes gazed at one another, each one viewing the other with nothing but mistrust. Though at first glance they seemed to be on equal footing, there was something about the manic grin stretched across the sorceress's face that filled Katarina with doubt. She strengthened her hold on her makeshift daggers, squeezing them so tightly that her knuckles went white as bone. Cautiously, she took a step closer to her teammate, not willing to drop her guard for a second, not after all she'd been through. LeBlanc treated her no differently, sizing up the assassin, her staff held at the ready. Slowly, the two women paced in circles around one another, each eyeing the other for any sign of attack, neither one making any sudden moves. For several minutes they did this in silence, boots skidding softly through the sand and leaving trails behind them, their stances steady. Both were quick and deft, and all it would take was an instant for either one to knock the other off balance if one were to make a move. The mage was the first one to break the quiet, speaking up at last. “Heeeey Kat... Where've you been?” The sound of her voice seemed to startle the red-head out of her near trance-like focus on searching for a moment of weakness. “You missed one hell of a team fight.” LeBlanc sneered contemptuously, looking down on her fellow noxian. Just another useless fool to deal with. “I trust you were off doing something useful?” Katarina's confidence seem to waver for a moment, nearly letting her depression drown her before quickly pushing away all thoughts of the misfortunes she'd suffered through. 'Just need to get back to the base... Just need a fresh set of clothes and weapons, and I can make all of them pay...' She grit her teeth, her mind racing past Shyvana, Tristana, Orianna, and even her lecherous sister. There was still plenty of time for her to lead her team to a comeback. LeBlanc's smirk was growing wider the longer Katarina stayed silent. Shaking herself out of her daze, she finally responded, her voice bitter and her eyes narrowed. “Useful enough... Been playing decoy for half their team” “Yes, and I can just imagine how.” LeBlanc snickered, her gaze falling to look over Kat's nude form, taking in the sight of her, dishevelled and dirty, naked and vulnerable. Cheeks flushing red with shame, the general's daughter growled under her breath and bared her teeth furiously, the witch's words clearly getting to her. LeBlanc's own lack of clothing didn't go unnoticed however, even if her demeanour was more calm and clean than Katarina's own. “And I'm certain you took advantage of my distraction to crush the rest of them in my absence, right?” Now it was the magician's turn to fume and burn with embarrassment. No matter the desired outcome of this little competition, being beaten and chased off three versus one was a blow to her pride that LeBlanc couldn't stand. “That damned half-breed... I will make a new outfit out of her hide.” She muttered under her breath. Immediately, Katarina seemed to perk up, relaxing a bit and standing up straight. “Half-breed? Did she have ashen skin and wear bright crimson and gold?” The magician sneered, relaxing as well as it was fast becoming clear that the two of them really did have a shared experience. “And a dick as long as your forearm, right?” The blush that formed anew on Katarina's face was all the evidence LeBlanc needed. “That dirty mongrel dared to think she could lay a hand on my radiant beauty. Hmph, she'll think twice about that now.” The assassin looked a bit fretful, turning her head askew even while she kept her eyes level on LeBlanc. As though the very act of talking about her might cause Shyvana to appear at any second. "So you ran into her then? Where is she now?" "Probably prying splinters out of her dick." LeBlanc cackled in amusement, just imagining the half-dragon's pained howls. Katarina looked visibly relieved, though a tad disappointed. She had hoped to take revenge on Shyvana herself, though she was still happy to hear someone bested her. Feeling more relaxed now in the other woman's presence, her shoulders seemed to sink, as if bearing the weight of some imaginary burden. "Well, we should get back to base and regroup, before we get caught out." Turning her back on the mage, she made it only a few steps down the road. "Mmm, no, I don't think so..." The witch muttered under her breath, hand extended, palm out in Katarina's direction. She was swift to punish the girl for dropping her guard, a magical chain lancing out from her hand and winding around her torso, binding Kat's arms and constricting her chest. "H-hey...! LeBlanc, what-Mmf!" Katarina started to protest, but was quickly silenced. A burst of energy firing from the tip of LeBlanc's staff and striking her back, branding her skin with a magical sigil that cut off her voice. Panic returning to the assassin's face, she craned her neck to look back at the magician, tightly holding her end of the chain like the handle of a leash. She gave it a sharp tug, and Kat stumbled as she was dragged backwards, the witch leading her back off the beaten path and towards the trees. "Now now, can't have any of that. Just think about your reputation Katarina! Can't have you stumbling home naked and caked with semen, just what will everyone think?" The mage spoke in a contemptuous, mocking tone that made her sound anything but concerned for the poor girl. "Don't worry now, you'll just come with me and forget all about this petty little game." Despite Katarina's best struggles, fighting against the cold metal bindings and trying to pull away, LeBlanc seemed to just effortlessly drag her away, aided by the magic infusing her steely bonds. Even the knives she clung to so tightly were useless with her arms bound, and not a single sound came from her mouth as she was carted away, disappearing from sight of the road and into the forest. *************************************************** No sooner had the two women left when there came a rustle in the bushes along the roadside. A soft hissing that could've passed for the wind rustling the leaves, except that it didn't stop. Growing steadily louder and more frustrated sounding until Cassiopeia slithered out of the brush. Her soft, delicate bronze skin covered in scratches and bruises that marred her normally flawless beauty, the serpent having had a long and annoying trek back through the forest from where Tristana had sent her. Her eerie, glowing eyes scanned the road, looking for any sign of her sister. "Kat? Katarina!?" She called, arms folded under her naked bust. Her brassiere was still lost somewhere downstream, having had no time to recover it before that accursed yordle had interfered. "Strange, I ssswore I heard her jusst a few minutes ago." Before the snake-woman could investigate any further, she was jarred by the sudden, unexpected sound of cannon-fire in the distance. Loud, echoing booms that came from further up the road. Turning in that direction, Cassiopeia spied the rubble of a fallen tower, the once imposing magical statue reduced to nothing but a pile of crumbling rocks, and just a bit further ahead, a line of enemy minions were marching deeper inwards towards the walls of their base. Not one to let their base fall undefended, Cassiopeia hissed and slithered off to defend the next tower, her sister already forgotten for the time being as she plotted all the ways she would take her revenge on that pint-sized pipsqueak. *************************************************** “You would not believe the day I've had Katarina.” LeBlanc's voice conveyed a tone of frustration, even while she wore a sneering grin. “It's really kind of funny, in retrospect.” The chain that tied her to her captive trailed behind her, dragging across the ground and slowly pulling taut as she put more distance between her and her captive, the assassin refusing to move forward until the chain pulled tight and dragged her against her will. They were some distance now away from the road and travelling through the wilderness, tall trees surrounding them on all sides and no one around for miles. Though the magical chains remained in place, the silence sigil had faded away, freeing Katarina to speak again, a freedom she was excercising liberally. “LeBlanc, what the hell are you doing!? Let me go this instant! We need to get back, or else we'll be defeated!” “Hmph, do you have any idea how much planning I put into this? The strategies I came up with?” The mage continued, completely ignoring Katarina's pleas. The chain pulling tight once again when the red-head tried to pull away, LeBlanc gave it one good yank. The magic amplified the force of her pull and ripped the assassin off of her feet to land on her ass, dragging her backwards through the dirt and foliage littering the ground. “So much time spent devising ways to sabotage this petty competition, all for nought. Had I known our side was so incompetent that defeat was assured from the start, I wouldn't have wasted the energy.” “What... What!? What are you saying?” Katarina looked aghast, her jaw dropping. “Are you saying.. That this is all your fault? You planned for us to lose?” “Noooo, no no no... Weeell...” LeBlanc smirked, staring straight ahead as she marched. “I DID plan for us to lose eventually, but it's not my fault that we are. I would've preferred to throw the battle in a much more subtle way in the end, but it turns out any work on my part is completely unnecessary. Cho'Gath and Yi are so blatant in their failings...” The sorceress grit her teeth, grinding them together in pent-up frustration. “...and Cassiopeia's little more than a spoiled brat. I figured at least you, the distinguished daughter of a powerful general, might be a challenge. Imagine how great my disappointment to find you even less discrete in your dalliances than your harlot of a sister.” The mage sighed, pausing to look back at her captive and pulling the chain so sharply that it threw Katarina onto her back, leaving her to tower over the fallen assassin. “This whole situation is a total waste of my talents. Honestly, how any of you thought you were worthy of fighting in this battle is beyond me.” Katarina grimaced, squinting as her new position left her partially blinded by the sun directly above. “You-You're nothing but a troll!” The mage just laughed, pulling upwards on the chain so as to force the trained killer onto her knees, crouching down so they met at eye level. “Why...? Why would you do this?” The nude prisoner spat, fury burning brightly in her eyes. LeBlanc's eyes narrowed, her features hardening. A swift slap across Katarina's cheek sent the girl sprawling, while LeBlanc stood nursing her now stinging hand. "Don't equate me with those brutish, simple oafs. A troll would kill to be as clever as me." Taking on a cocky, self-assured air, the mage continued to speak, her eyes shut and lips smiling. "A military-bred dog like yourself could never understand the intricacies of Noxian politics. It's why men like your father helped to overthrow the old monarchy and instate their own brand of simple-minded authority instead." She sneered, and looked down on Katarina as though condemning her. "But if you think the machinations of the Black Rose, and other groups just like us, ended with the fall of the old order, then you are sadly mistaken. Even now, our inevitable return to the top is in progress. And this petty skirmish is just the start." Turning her back on her captive, chain still clenched tightly between her fingers, LeBlanc continued. It was as though she needed her machiavellian plots to still be heard, even if they were grossly unnecessary in their complexity. "Noxians are accustomed to strength, it defines are very way of life! With our forces, we could control all of Valoran, and yet we hold back, stay our invasions, and settle diplomatic disputes in these petty League competitions. Battles where our full power cannot be brought to bear. It makes us look weak, especially if we lose.” LeBlanc whirled back around, reaching down to grab a fistful of Katarina's hair and lifting her head to stare in the magician's eyes, the bright, maddened glare of a lunatic. “And weakness will not be tolerated, not from our champions, and certainly not in our leadership. The High Commander... How long do you think the people will continue to support him if Noxus's power and influence wane under his command? How long will the people accept his refusal to crush our enemies through a show of overwhelming military might before they openly revolt against him?" The witch laughed, releasing her grip on Kat and looking upwards with a grin. "When even a ragtag group of misfits can bring down a crack squad selected by our own Noxian commanders, the people will rebel, and when they do, the Black Rose will be there to move in and take charge once again." "Y-you're insane!" Katarina hissed, leaning her weight on her shoulders to try and keep her face out of the dirt. "The people would demand Noxus's exit from the League... We'd be on the verge of a Rune War within months! The entire goddamned world would be destroyed if that happened!" LeBlanc clucked her tongue, shoving Kat with her foot and rolling her onto her back. "Dear, sweet, naive Katarina. You've still got so much to learn if you ever want to climb to the higher echelons of power. What use is the world if we don't control it?" The maddened look in the sorceress's eyes sent a chill down Katarina's spine, filling her with an entirely different sense of fear than anything she'd experienced prior. "But don't you worry. Even once the Black Rose reigns once more, there still always be demand for women of your special... talents." Katarina kicked fruitlessly, trying to strike at the magician's ankles, but she just stepped to the side, letting the assassin squirm and struggle in vain. "Like I'd ever fight for a treacherous bitch like you!" She snapped. "A cowardly schemer like you has no business commanding the strength of Noxus!" The chains binding Katarina rattled loudly, the metal like ice digging into her skin as the magician snapped them taut and lifted her again. LeBlanc just sneered down at the dog at the end of her leash, pressing a hand to her throat. "Tsk, your fighting ability isn't impressive. Those are hardly the 'talents' that I'm referring to." One crooked finger trailed down, gently tracing Katarina's collarbone to where it formed her ribs, then trailing further, along the swelling curves of her breasts until the chain got in its path. "You sick, twisted bitch," She barked, a scowl twisting her features. "Don't fret, this'll be a fun way to pass the time until we lose. After all, you're not going anywhere now." LeBlanc stood straight and tall, her hand travelling back up now to caress her prisoner's cheek, stroking the scar across her eye. She pressed against her forehead, tilting her head back while pulling her body closer with the chain, forcing Kat to look up at the mage's equally nude form. Her soft alabaster skin practically blinding in the sunlight and her face wearing a manic look of excitement. Taking a step back to lean her back against the nearest tree, she pulled the assassin along on her knees, keeping Katarina's head level with her thighs. She wanted her to see her new Mistress's whole body in all its glory. Her hips bucking lightly, pushing out towards the captive's face with thighs lightly spread, giving her a lewd glimpse at the sorceress's unused slit, pristine and safe from the wear and tear Katarina had been forced to undergo as of late. For her part, Katarina couldn't decide whether to feel some sense of relief at finally meeting somebody who wasn't packing an oversized something extra, or if that somehow made it even more revolting. LeBlanc's perfectly ordinary, female sex somehow feeling even more alien after all the bizarre run-ins she'd had, and leaving the sorceress appearing even more twisted and freakish before her eyes then all the actual freaks she'd had to deal with. LeBlanc stretched out her right leg, hooking it around Katarina's shoulder and digging her heel into the girl's spine. She watched the grimace that spread over her face with a sick sense of satisfaction while pulling her in closer, her hips pushing forward to meet her. The military-minded Noxian cringed, her nose tickled by a few stray strands of indigo pubic hair. Angry eyes glared daggers up at her latest captor, her reaction only adding to the mage's enjoyment. "Oh come now Kat, don't give me that look. If you co-operate, I'll make sure you enjoy this too." Katarina's eyes seemed to widen, her pupils shrinking as those last few words bored into her mind, conjuring up memories of electric shocks and subliminal commands. Without even thinking, the assassin went at LeBlanc's cunt with an enthusiasm that threw the sorceress completely off-guard. Lips grazing the magician's nethers and tongue eagerly sliding in between, the surprise was enough to coax out an unexpecting moan. "Ooooh! I-I was expecting to have to do a bit more... convincing," LeBlanc stuttered, leaning her head back while running her fingers through her fiery red mane. "I certainly did-aah!-didn't expect you to be so eager!" With eyes that were glazed over and glassy-looking, Katarina pushed her face in deeper, Orianna's voice echoing in her mind. That synthetic, mechanical voice still rang in her skull. That was right, she enjoyed this. She lapped noisily at LeBlanc's slit, tongue slapping wetly against her folds. She could taste the indigo-haired beauty's arousal, so easily brought to the fore after her unfinished encounter with the half-dragon. Though it was nothing more than an illusory clone that had gotten to enjoy playtime with Shyvana, the real LeBlanc had still felt what it felt, still experienced the same sensations, and she too had been left more than a little deprived by the sudden, jarring end to their fun. Which is why she intended to more than make up for it now. "That's a good girl, keep it up..." She crooned, rolling her hips to grind her pussy into the red-head's face, using her firm grip on her crimson tresses to bury the fiery girl's face in her muff. The sensation of teeth lightly grazing her outer lips brought her gaze downwards, laughing at the obedient, focused look in Katarina's eye while she nibbled gently at her sex. LeBlanc kept the girl's face pinned to her loins with the back of her knee until her cheeks reddened from the lack of oxygen. Her nose occasionally bumping against the mage's clitoris while her tongue dove into her slick passage to tease. It wasn't nearly as long, or as thick, or even as flexible as the dragon's had been, but it still got the job done, slurping at the deranged woman's damp petals and sending tingles up her spine. "Mnn, don't stop..." The sorceress moaned. She tilted Kat's head higher, giving her a brief respite to gasp for air before guiding her mouth to meet her sensitive clit. Attacking it with the same level of enthusiasm, Katarina pursed her lips and suckled from the little pleasure button, eliciting a louder, shriller cry of ecstasy. Her entire body rocked by a powerful shiver, LeBlanc bucked harder, clawing at the kneeling girl's flowing locks and grinding harder against her face, her pussy leaving a slick trail that dribbled down the assassin's chin. Katarina's vision was a haze of colours. LeBlanc's encouraging words recalled the commands that Orianna had drilled into her mind back to the surface, along with sensational memories of the accompanying shock therapy. Just the thoughts swirling through her head left the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end, her own pussy starting to drip while her hands ached to touch it. Her fingers spasmed and twitched a little bit, letting go of her weapons at last to clatter noisily to the ground. She struggled anew against her bindings, desperately wishing she could play with herself, her hands wiggling uselessly against her sides. Still, something nagged at the back of her mind, an alien thought that didn't even feel like her own. Urgently reminding... That she hated this person... She needed to rebel... That she was a threat to her... to her family... to all of Noxus! But the thoughts were fleeting, slipping away from her, like trying to grasp at a phantom. Whenever her efforts began to slow, the sorceress would prod her into picking up the pace. Pulling sharply on her end of the chain so that it constricted tighter around Katarina's chest, the metal links clinking together. Her new toy still needed some proper training, it would seem. She had some basic talent, but her lashing tongue was inexperienced at pleasing another woman. Silently, LeBlanc wondered if she could capture Cassiopeia too, and have the whorish serpent teach her sister how to properly please a mistress. She smirked. All that time wasted on weapons training, when she should've been practising how to be a good slut like her sibling. A sudden gasp for air turned LeBlanc's gaze downwards, giving the red-head an icy glare. "Did I say you could come up for air yet?" She snapped, pulling her leg tighter around Kat's skull and pushing her soaked visage back into the witch's snatch. What little air Katarina had managed to attain was quickly exhaled back out, blowing her warm breath softly against LeBlanc's clit. The whistling breeze tickled the little bundle of nerves, making her squeeze her milky thighs together as she tried to stifle a fit of giggles. The magician squirmed incessantly, but the brainwashed woman didn't let up, kissing the little bead and curling her tongue around it, swirling it around in circles and soaking it with spit. The more wildly she made the paler woman thrash, the more freely she could breathe, even if it was just in short spurts, and she was quick to keep the pressure on the delicate little bud. Grazing it with teeth and sucking on it roughly, making little wet slurping noises each time. "Oh! Oh fuck~!" Making her best O face, LeBlanc pushed Kat's head lower, forcing her tongue back towards her now sopping wet gash while she took up stroking her clit herself. Using the end of the chain like a cool, metal toy, she rubbed it against her glistening button, the cool, magical metal contrasting sharply grasp with the warm tongue that now curled and licked at her inner folds. Writhing uncontrollably, her grip tightened, her muscles tensing up as she neared her peak. It was just too bad she needed to keep her new pet tied up, she thought. She'd love to put her hands to work too, but alas, her toy couldn't be trusted yet. She was expecting more struggle, but she was so eager that it was actually kind of suspicious... She had to wonder just what had gotten into her. Slurping her tongue as deep inside the sorceress's drooling tunnel as it would reach, Katarina twisted and swirled it around, slapping at her inner folds. Listening to LeBlanc's cries getting shriller and louder with each passing second, the sound was starting to grate on her nerves. Her eager look was growing more and more indignant, annoyance showing on her face and fury bubbling to the surface. The thoughts that had seemed so alien were getting more familiar, more insistent as she was slowly coming out of her hypnotic trance. The lustful haze wasn't fading fast enough to prevent her from getting a mouthful of girlcum however. Squeezing the back of Kat's head tighter with her knee, LeBlanc let out a particularly ecstatic moan. She gave the chain one last hard pull, forcefully grinding her hips. With fingers tangled in locks of flowing red hair, she was suffocating the girl without a care. Wiry blueish-purple hairs tickling her prisoner's nose while a flood of her juices gushed out, splattering her face in sticky, translucent film. Through half-lidded eyes, she watched with amusement as Kat's face flushed redder, struggling to breathe as her airways were briefly and suddenly obstructed by the mage's sweet-tasting nectar. Tilting her head back, LeBlanc just let the blissful sensations overtake her, making no move to help. Only after smearing her slick cunt all across her face did she finally let her go, shoving the spasming wreck of a woman away from her. Coughing and sputtering, Katarina rolled onto her side, the fog dissipating from her mind at last. Red-faced and heaving, she coughed up a bit of LeBlanc's slime in between haggard breaths. She couldn't believe that she'd just done that... Without even needing any provocation, she'd so happily submitted to that wretch. She flexed her muscles, rattling the chains as she strained against them. Her mind was already clouding again, this time with rage, not even sure where to direct it, there were so many she was furious with, including herself. LeBlanc wore a relaxed grin on her face, casually dipping a pair of fingers into her own honey pot to extend the sensations as she came down off her high. Stirring and coating them with sweet juice, when she pulled them free, a few sticky strands tethered her digits together. The gooey strings drooped under their own weight, dripping while she brought them to her lips, flicking her tongue out to lick them clean, savouring her own taste. Apparently satisfied, the illusionist stood straight, stepping away from the oak she'd been leaning against. "Mnn, not bad for a first act, though we'll need to get you a bit more practice for next time. Still, you've got potential at least." LeBlanc's voice reverberated, almost seeming to develop a strange echo. The odd sound drew Katarina's gaze back up to look at her, where her eyes grew wide as saucers at what she saw. Standing side by side, there were now two LeBlanc's, the second one a perfect mirror image of the first, identical in every way. But it wasn't the double vision that made the chained woman wail in fresh misery. "Let's see if you've got more experience tending to the opposite sex." Both mages spoke in unison. One stood with a hand on her hips, the other, likely the original, was still licking her fingers clean. But what horrified Katarina, was that between each of their legs dangled a fat, heavy looking cock, quickly rising to life as they both stroked themselves with dainty hands that looked almost grossly mismatched upon their meaty phalluses. Sucking her index finger clean with a lewd, wet pop, one LeBlanc took a step forward, a wicked smirk spreading her lips. "Dibs on her ass," she called, and Katarina despaired. *************************************************** Slithering her way up the road, Cassiopeia scowled at the sight that greeted her in the distance. One of the magical stone statues that defended the route was besieged. Swarming around the base of it were tiny figures in blue shrouds. Some of them wielded little swords and shields, and others held aloft mystic wands that flung small blasts of magic that cracked and battered the tower's foundation. Each one of the diminutive figures wore a wooden mask over face, thick as a board and with a metal trim that made it resemble a shield with eyeholes cut out. Standing amidst the army of enemy minions was one who towered over the rest, though still stood only half as tall as a human. At first glance, her blue skin made her resemble one of the minions, but as the serpent drew closer, it became clear that she was something different entirely, despite her small stature. She wore no mask to hide her child-like face and no hood to conceal the mop of snowy hair framing it. Likewise, she wore no blue shroud, but rather a dark-green military uniform. Or at least half of one. For some reason the creature had abandoned her trousers, giving the snake-woman a clear view of her pert buttocks clenching each time she fired the oversized cannon she was wielding. "Yordlesss..." Cassiopeia hissed, baring claws and fangs and scurrying as fast as her serpentine body could carry her. A force of allied minions were quick to arrive to defend the turret from the onslaught it endured, and were just as quick to be annihilated. A look of determination crossing her face, the yordle turned on the encroaching, purple minions and fired a barrage of cannonballs into their ranks. The little creatures were flattened beneath the massive spheres that shattered on impact, and those that survived were torn to shreds by the shrapnel they unleashed. Tristana then turned her attention back to the statue without missing a beat. Unperturbed by the deafening boom of her weapon, she pressed her assault, watching as the tower began to crack and crumble. The blue minions that surrounded it were falling quickly to its focused energy blasts, and it was a race to demolish the defensive construct faster than it could disintegrate the minion attack force. A race that the megling commando was winning quite handily. Getting within range at last, Cassiopeia struck as quickly as her serpent-heritage was known for. Rearing back, she loosed a spray of violet venom into the dead center of the mass of tiny creatures. Those that were showered by the toxic fluid stopped their attack and clawed at their melting bodies in silent agony, while the rest grasped at their throats and began to choke on the poisonous miasma that rose up from the pool that was fast spreading outwards from where it impacted. Cassiopeia cheered inwardly as the minions fell one after another, but it was too little, too late. Even as they collapsed in the throes of death, the stone statue teetered and began to rumble loudly, having sustained too much damage. The magical energy that infused it faded away as it lost its shape, crumbling apart and falling to pieces that fractured and shattered against the ground. Her target reduced to nothing more than rubble, Tristana was fast to acquire a new one. The poisonous mist was closing in on her, the yordle covering her mouth to mask her lungs against the toxic fumes. Her heavy weapon tilting downwards with only one arm to steady it, she fired it straight at her own feet, letting the explosive impact launch her high into the sky and away from the venomous miasma. "Shit shit shi-" Cassiopeia looked up and cursed, caught like a deer in the headlights as Tristana sailed up and over her puddle of poison to crash land right on top of her. "Oof!" The world felt like it had gone into slow-motion as the yordle collided with her, lifting her legs so that her blue butt struck Cassie square in the chest, bowling her over. "Heeey there! I remember you!" Tristana giggled as she pinned the snake to the ground, sitting atop her chest. Despite her small size, the yordle was packing an immense amount of weight that kept the naga from being able to throw her off. Dazed from the collision, it took her several seconds to identify the source of her weight as being something big and floppy that was now resting over the snake-woman's shoulder. Pressing one dainty hand to it, it felt fleshy and slightly spongy within her grip, and the yordle crooned when she squeezed it. "Ooooh, do that again!" Shaking off her daze, Cassiopeia's eyes snapped open when the fleshy slab throbbed in her grip. It was a dick! The yordle was packing a massive slab of cockmeat. No wonder she wasn't wearing any pants, she probably couldn't find a pair that would fit! "What the hell- There's no way that that'sss real!" Cassiopeia screamed and let go of gargantuan flesh barrel, her tail thrashing and torso bucking wildly. The snake-woman gave it her all, shoving and weaving along the ground to try and dislodge her, but the yordle wasn't giving an inch. She held on for a good while, squeezing her thighs tightly around her abdomen and grasping the naga's shoulder with one hand to steady herself, waving the other through the air while riding her like a bronco. "Yippee! Oh man, this takes me back to my days in training!" She squealed gleefully, her oversized girlmeat bouncing and slapping against the serpent's face. Pushing herself into the air, the serpent twisted her body in a desperate bid to hurl Tristana away, and the short-statured creature responded by relaxing her legs and lurching in the opposite direction, letting Cassiopeia twist and roll underneath her til she was riding atop her back. Cackling madly with the serpent wiggling in the dirt underneath her, Tristana moved quickly to subdue her. Grasping the back of her head with both hands, fingers grabbing hold of the leathery, cobra-themed headdress she wore and shoving her face into the soil. Cassiopeia struggled and sputtered, twisting her head to the side and spitting out a mouthful of dirt, only for Tristana to shove her harder and pin her cheek to the ground. "You little vermin, let me go ssso I can rip out your entrailsss." She hissed furiously. "Heehee, just like a snake to crawl through the mud on your belly." Tristana giggled, jabbing a knee into the serpent's spine and making her cry out in pain. "Sssaaaahh! You little bitch! I swallow rodents like you whole for breakfast!" Cassiopeia shrieked and bucked, throwing her ass into the air while her tail thrashed from side to side. Tristana sneered, her overly sensitive prick squeezed uncomfortably tight between her loins and the Du Couteau daughter's back. "That so? Well then, hope you skipped it today, cause I've got an awfully big brunch to offer you." Slamming Cassiopeia's head into the ground to daze her, the yordle hopped off and quickly circled around in front of her. "Huzzuwha?" The serpent stammered, her glowing eyes briefly rolling around in a daze. By time her mental faculties were caught up, Tristana was standing over her head, hefting her mighty cum cannon with a hand far too tiny to properly grasp it, a glob of purple goo seeping from her urethra. "It took me a while to figure it out, but you did this, didn't you? You left that other skanky slut for me as bait." Tristana spoke while stroking her cock, barely even able to keep it upright as it swelled into a hardon, the veiny skin pulling tauter and the mushroom head turning a dark shade of purple. "Hmph, I think it's high-time someone gave you a taste of your own medicine." Cassiopeia moved to protest, but was silenced quicker than she could make a sound when the yordle's spongy battering ram smacked her lips. The bulging cum-slit dilated, squeezing out a thick glob of venom-tinged precum, large enough to completely fill the snake's mouth with a single drop. The massively bloated knob was itself half the size of Cassie's skull, and Tristana showed no reservation in smashing it up against her nose and mashing it against her lips. Pressing palms into the dirt, the naga tried to push herself away, letting out a muffled cry as she did. The pint-sized commando wasn't taking no for an answer though, grabbing hold of her leathery hood and pulling back to keep her head in place. Cassiopeia's eyes looked up at her, as though to plead, but Tristana just pulled harder, forcing her full lips wider and trying to wedge her tip in between them. "I always heard snakes can dislocate their jaws to swallow their prey whole. Let's see if you can too!" Gritting her teeth and grunting, the yordle pulled tighter on Cassie's hood, flexing her tiny ass and pushing her hips forward. Her blunt, throbbing girl-meat smashing the serpent's lips again and again, occasionally slipping to the side and smearing violet fluid along her cheek. The slimy goo made the naga cringe, but she refused to open her maw for the insistent yordle, even after she took to slapping her a few times. "Oh come onnnn, I heard you do this kinda thing all the time!" Tristana pouted. Cassiopeia's reputation as a diplomatic escort was well known, even as far south as Bandle City, and many a yordle ambassador had fantasized about getting a taste of Noxian 'diplomacy', but to no luck. The strength-valuing city-state did not have a high opinion of yordles. The naga woman hissed and narrowed her eyes. "I'd sssoo-" she started to say before being cut off when her lips formed an O. Giving her hood another tug, Tristana shoved forward with all her might, managing to wedge the soft, spongy flesh of her cockhead just past the snake's lips. It was just a little bit, barely even an inch, but it was enough to block Cassiopeia from shutting her mouth again. Interrupted so rudely mid-speech, the naga's tongue was still flapping, slapping against Tristana's cum-slit while her voice was muffled by the fleshy seal. Indignantly, Cassie tried to pull back far enough to seal her lips, but the yordle just kept pushing and pulling, not letting her bring her head back. A goofy smile was spreading across her face, the forked tongue tickling her oh-so-sensitive crown and leaving her to drool a little bit. "Yeaaah, that's more like it..." she hummed. Slowly, Tristana's incessant prodding, her cock's relentless push forward, forced Cassiopeia to open wider. Her maw being pried open by sheer force, the yordle's blunt prick forced her lips to strain and stretch around it. At one point, the naga's large fangs might've at least been able to halt her progress, but her turgid shaft was so grotesquely swollen by the serpent's venom, so massive and stiff, that even Cassiopeia's teeth didn't seem able to deter her. Instead, her serpentine aspects betrayed her. Just like a snake, the naga's oversized fangs were retractable, and against her will that swollen length was pushing them back, forcing them to lay flat against the roof of her mouth, and leaving her with no obstacle to her blowjob save for the limits of Cassiopeia's jaw. And just as the yordle predicted, those limits were quite generous indeed. Gritting her teeth and pressing onward, Tristana held on tightly to the back of Cassiopeia's skull, forcibly widening her jaw to slowly cram her pole past her lips. The naga strained and struggled, her claws scrabbling against the ground for some leverage, carving grooves into the dirt and tearing up handfuls of grass. An inch at a time, the short statured creature squeezed that veiny monstrosity into the DuCouteau daughter's maw, her cheeks swollen and bulging around it while her forked tongue was completely pinned and immobilized by its enormous girth. Cassiopeia's eyes glowed fiercely, narrowed to slits as more and more space in her skull was being occupied by the yordle's gargantuan prick. The sheer size of it proved to be too large of a strain, her jaw silently dislocating to accommodate it. Thankfully not a problem for a serpent like herself but something that would have been incredibly painful for an ordinary human. There were times her curse came in handy after all. Even though the penetration was painless for her, the naga seethed with rage and humiliation. She glowered up at her tormentor. If only the little bitch would look down at her, to meet her cold, eerie gaze... Revenge would be hers in an instant. Tristana was either too clever or too naive to realize however, as she just stared off into space, the goofiest, giddiest grin spread across her features, tongue hanging down past her lips like a dog. She was utterly enamoured by the wonderfully tight sensation of Cassiopeia's throat. So wet, so firm... It was the tightest fit Tristana had ever felt wrapped around her dick. The deeper she forced her schlong down her gullet, the further her powerful neck muscles constricted around it. If the poison flowing through her dick's veins didn't make her dick unnaturally hard and dense, she'd worry about it being crushed by such a snug hole. Instead, the pleasant feel just left her spasming blissfully, her toes and fingers curling. Her biceps flexed with all her might, insistently pulling Cassie's head closer to her crotch, determined to sink her monster of a cock all the way into her belly. With every inch that slipped past Cassie's stretched lips, the obscene bulge in her neck grew larger, travelling further down the length of her throat. Such a lewd shape, the naga lifted a hand to caress her poor neck, feeling every vein lining the shaft through her taut skin. Her touch elicited a delightful cry from Tristana. "Ooh, sweet! Do that again, that felt goooood!" She cackled in her childish tone, giving her hips a sharp buck and plunging ever deeper into her maw. There was only a few inches left to go, half a foot of dickmeat all that separated the snake's mouth from the small creature's snowy pubic bush. Despite her large endowment, there was no gagging, no coughing or choking from the irritated naga. No convulsions to milk her pole, only the welcoming friction of her dick sliding through Cassie's slick esophagus. Though being part-snake clearly had a lot to do with it, both women liked to think she was just that practised at sucking dick, even if Tristana's was the last dick Cassiopeia wanted to be swallowing. Or tasting. Her blue-tinged shaft bore the strong, salty taste of sweat all down the length of it, the underside of it sliding along the noxian woman's tongue the entire way down. At last, after several long minutes of painfully slow progress, Tristana's balls clapped softly against Cassiopeia's chin, the naga's nose buried amidst her wiry white hairs and flattened against her pelvis. The yordle threw an arm up into the air and cheered, revelling in the warm, gooey sensation of the snake-woman's drool spilling past her lips and soaking her hefty nuts. "Yeah! Heehee, I knew you could do it!" Tristana giggled. Eyes still filled with rage, Cassiopeia lifted a trembling hand out of the dirt, her long, sharp nails reaching for Tristana's thigh, but the yordle just brushed her hand aside without even looking down at her. Her dick was lodged so firmly in the snake's snug, wet hole that she didn't need to hold her head in place anymore anyways. "Now to just..." Tristana grimaced, pressing her small, stubby hands to Cassie's shoulders. "...start pounding..." She tried to pull her hips back, grunting from the strain. "...this tight little mouthpussy..." She pushed the serpent and tried to pull herself back with all the strength in her stout little frame, gritting her teeth from the effort. "Nnnnnnggh!" Cassiopeia's eyes opened a little bit wider, brow wrinkling in displeasure at being manhandled so roughly. A few moments of struggle were soon followed by Tristana panting and trying to catch her breath, a worried expression on her face. "Oh, uuhhmm, I uh, I think I'm stuck." She glanced downwards, but not far enough to meet the serpent-lady's gaze, just staring at her smooth, bare back while pondering her next move. 'Oh for fuck's sake...' Cassiopeia thought to herself, rolling her eyes and giving a little flick of her tail. 'Always the same, a giant dick doesn't mean shit if you don't know how to use it.' Planting her palms flat on the ground, Cassie lifted herself up into the air and narrowed her eyes again. Forgetting the indignity for a moment, she was determined to show Tristana just why the noxian courtesan was so far out of her league. With practised precision, she clenched the muscles at the entrance to her throat, as if trying to swallow Tristana's enormous dong whole, then relaxed them while tightening other muscles further down her neck, then easing up again just to squeeze further down. Her throat convulsed, her muscles rippling throughout her grotesquely stretched neck, all the way through her esophagus, down her entire body until even her tail seemed to coil and tighten up, then back up the length of her body. Without ever even moving her head, the naga's experienced muscles worked the entirety of Tristana's length in fluid, rippling movements, tightening from the base to the sensitive, spongy crown, relaxing, then repeating in reverse, squeezing from the head of her cock back to the base. Tristana shuddered, a shiver shooting up her spine as Cassiopeia so expertly milked her dick. Her knees trembled and it became a struggle to stay standing. The poison that enlarged her dick already made things extra sensitive to begin with, making the naga's experienced muscle control overwhelming to withstand. Her willpower fading fast, the yordle tried to buck and thrust, but Cassiopeia was having none of it, her tight, constricting throat gripping her dick entirely too hard. She couldn't budge even one single inch within the tight hole she'd mistakenly jammed her dick into. Whenever she tried to pull back, Cassie's whole body lurched forward with her, her breasts swaying and bouncing beneath her. No matter what the yordle did, she stayed latched onto her cock like a leech. All the while her throat muscles kept trying to milk her. It felt like she was trying to pull her even deeper into that hot, sticky maw. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...!" Tristana's shrill curses and moans were like music to Cassie's ears. Let people think she was a monster, she'd STILL be the most desirable woman in all of Valoran. Nobody could compete with her skills. Keeping one hand flat against the ground to brace herself, she raised the other to cup one of Tristana's heavy, dangling cannonballs, hefting it in her palm and squeezing the fragile sphere. She rolled it around in her hand, sharp nails so lightly scratching the wrinkled skin that held it, while the yordle continued to spasm and twitch. How easily the tables turned, the serpent remarked. Nobody with a cock could resist her charms, be they man or 'woman' or yordle. Spittle soaked Cassiopeia's chin, the warm slime smearing across Tristana's sack with every failed thrust, her balls swinging back and forth like pendulums to smack Cassie's wet chin loudly. Unable to make any headway bucking her hips, the yordle released her grip on the naga, grabbing hold of her small, perky tits instead. She squeezed them roughly, massaging her sensitive chest and quickly losing her mind to the pleasure. It wasn't bad enough that the poison made every nerve in her dick so much more responsive, but it had also completely blocked and ruined her last orgasm, leaving her with a twitchy hair-trigger. She had wanted so badly to take it out on the snake-lady and give her a taste of her own medicine, but it wasn't bothering her at all! At this rate, she was gonna accidentally discharge her hefty cumcannon too soon. "Fuck fuck fuck, gonna shoot, gonna shoot!" Tristana squealed, her voice getting shrill and squeaky. Doubling over, her heavy sac pulled tight against her body, shrinking in Cassiopeia's hand as a massive weight was lifted from them. Encouraged by this, the serpent redoubled her efforts, her throat muscles rippling faster, tighter, constricting the veined monster within its slimy, wet prison. Her throat gripping and stroking every inch of sweaty meaty, squeezing the sensitive glans and every bundle of hyper-sensitive nerves. Like a bursting dam, the deluge that followed was fast and overwhelming. Tristana's cock swelled, the thick cumvein lining the underside developing an obscene bulge from the sheer quantity of fluid passing through. It was as though somebody had turned on a firehose, cum erupting from the tip in a thick, powerful spray. Tinted violet thanks to Cassiopeia's toxic venom, the yordle's semen fired straight into her belly in large, powerful spurts. Shooting straight into her stomach, the naga was thankful she wouldn't have to taste the bitter ballsnot. Each powerful jet of semen felt like a punch to her gut, making her wince in discomfort, the force of Tristana's orgasm alone nearly enough to finally dislodge the two. Cassie's belly, normally so flat and toned, quickly lost its shape, expanding outwards from the flood of poisonous spunk. Before long it was bloated enough to drag along the ground, sloshing loudly, cum and poison churning together inside. As huge as her load was though, it wasn't endless. The steady spray began to taper off, reduced to 'mere' quarter-sized ropes of jizz that spurt from her tip with each throbbing pulse of her dick. Tristana's eyes glazed over, rolling up so far into her skull that her pupils vanished entirely. She foamed at the corners of her mouth, drooling all down her chin as she finally achieved the orgasm she'd been denied before, and then some. Every pulse, every spurt of cum had a purging effect on her body, draining her heavily bloated balls and her swollen cock of the poisonous fluid she'd been infected with. Being the source of the toxin herself, Cassiopeia was completely unphased by the venom, save for the sheer quantity of it that was fast filling her ballooning belly. For Tristana though, the effect of being drained was noticeable and profound. Her dick shrivelled at an incredible rate, shrinking and deflating even while she was still cumming; her mammoth endowment returning to its original size. Sliding back up Cassiopeia's throat as it shrank, leaking a steady stream of ballslime the entire way up. The swollen bulge in Cassie's neck vanished, to be replaced by the one in her abdomen. The naga's throat never seemed to get any looser though, even as Tristana's dick lost over fifty percent of its size and mass, her serpentine esophagus simply squeezing tighter, and tighter, to produce the same crushing sensation, until at last the yordle's dick was simply too small to keep invading her throat at all. It retracted until it rested limply atop her tongue, dribbling the last few globs of semen right onto it, in case the naga truly believed she'd get away without having to taste her jizz, wincing from the bitterness of her own venom. Her whole body having gone rigid and tense from the strength of her orgasm, when at last it faded Tristana's limbs suddenly felt like goo. Her legs shook and gave way beneath her, dropping her down onto her bottom. She reached her hands back behind her to steady herself, though they were just as shaky and weren't much support. Head tilted back, she felt sweat running down her brow. Her tongue was STILL hanging loose, while she panted heavily, her breathing laboured. "Wooooooooooow... That was intense!" She wheezed. Finally freed of the beast that had been holding it down, Cassiopeia's tongue was mobile once more. Immediately it curled around Tristana's crown, swirling around her head and tormenting the sensitive gland, knowing the feeling would be downright painful so soon after orgasm. Hell, without it keeping her fangs pinned anymore, there was nothing to keep her from just biting the yordle's dick, though the serpent had other plans instead. "Ouch! H-hey, st-stop that!" Tristana winced in pain. "Th-that's sensitive, don't you know?" She lowered her gaze to glare at Cassiopeia, and in that instant the naga had her. Their gazes met, eyes locked on one another. The naga opened her maw wide enough for Tristana's dick to fall free of her lips, resting limp against her thighs and shiny with spit. The yordle stared into her eerily glowing eyes for a moment too long, and from them came a brief flash of yellow light. Cassiopeia screamed in victory. Her cry, a shrill, ear-piercing mixture of a hiss and a shriek, made her shudder and her blood run cold. Tristana jaw dropped and her eyes widened. She tried to scream herself, but the sound died quickly in her throat. Summoning all the strength she had, she leaped to her feet and raised her arms to defend herself, but it was entirely too late. In mere seconds, her soft flesh turned to hardened stone and bright blue skin changed to the drab grey of granite. The yordle was petrified in an instant, and left standing there with a slack-jawed look of horror on her face. Wordlessly, Cassiopeia watched the transformation, wiping her mouth with the back of an arm, smearing spit and cum down the length of it. Lifting herself up off the ground, she wobbled uncomfortably for a moment, her massively bloated belly nearly knocking her off balance. Cradling it with both hands, she glanced down at herself in disgust while giving her pregnant-looking stomach a jiggle, listening to all the cream slosh around inside of her. "Ugh, look at thisss... Now I'm gonna be fat and hideousss until thisss ssstuff digessstsss." Cassiopeia held a hand to her brow and sighed, eyes shut in disdain. Turning to gaze towards the petrified yordle, her lips curled into a wicked sneer. "Well, I sssuppose we can always jussst cover it up." It took her a few minutes of searching around to find the yordle's belongings, the small creature having dropped them off to the side of the road before sieging the tower. Amongst them was little of value, save for a satchel full of cannonballs for that large cannon of hers. The real one that was. With her sharp claws, it was easy to slice the straps off of the bag, bringing them back to her new yordle lawn ornament. Cassiopeia was surprised to find hefting Tristana up into the air quite easy. The added weight of her stone skin was nothing compared to what she lost in the crotch area. Tying the straps tightly to the statue's arms, she threw the loose ends over her shoulders and across her back, then reached behind to pull them forward again, tying them to Tristana's ankles. With a satisfied grin, she shifted and adjusted the stone yordle so that it rested there, strapped to her front like a piece of rock-solid armour. "There, that should do. No senssse letting a perfectly good shield go to wassste." The serpent exclaimed, tugging her new chest piece a bit lower down her midsection. "Hmm, ssstill a bit loose. Oh, I know!" With a wicked smirk, she brought her sharp talons down low, her nails scraping over the petrified creature's granite flesh. Briefling trailing over Tristana's now quite miniscule (comparatively) cock, she showed no gentleness, her claws making a sound like nails on a chalkboard, wondering if the yordle could still feel anything... Her hand soon passed under her dick, cradling her smooth rocks underneath, and probing a finger just past, searching for... Her index finger passed by a small opening, a few hardened folds that weren't quite fully sealed, owing to the creature's arousal when it was petrified. Aha! She knew the little creature had to have at least SOME trace of femininity. They had to breed somehow, even if the females preferred to be on the giving end. Still smiling, the naga pressed her finger to her folds, gingerly slipping the sharp nail inside, where the hard, rocky flesh suddenly gave way to a soft, tender tunnel. Her petrifying spell only encased the outermost layer of her prey in hard, stone shell, while leaving the insides just as soft and living as ever. Which was perfect for her current needs, of which she had many... As distasteful as being forced to please a yordle was, Cassiopeia had to admit, the sheer size of her maleness had been a little bit... Exciting. Alas, her own needs had gone unattended to. Now it was her turn to see just how well Tristana could handle large objects. The naga tilted her head back and hissed softly. Slowly, her twin lengths peeked out from her slit, the two flexible shafts slithering out from their confinement. Tapered and perfectly smooth, they glistened in the light, coated with a thin sheen of natural lubricant. Normally Cassiopeia preferred to toy with her lovers a little bit first, but for Tristana she harboured none of the same affection that she had held for Katarina. Besides, an immobilized statue was hardly as much fun to play with. Her twin hemipenes writhed through the air, the duo probing the yordle's nethers eagerly. Smearing their slimy lube across her gray bottom and just behind her stiff, solid balls, it didn't take long for one of them to meet up with Cassie's finger, the naga slipping her digit out to replace it with her flexible, yet still rigid cock. The naga's eyes narrowed to slits, her shaft pressing against the yordle's femsex, wiggling against it insistently, squeezing its way past her hardened labia to spear her velvety soft innards with a moan. Her second length had an altogether different target in mind. It squirmed between Tristana's butt cheeks, spreading its slimy coating all along the inside of her ass crack until it was a slippery mess. The narrow, smooth tip soon found the wrinkled crevice hidden back there, the yordle's tight backpassage. Squeezing in there would be a far more difficult task, but Cassiopeia was more than up to the challenge. It wouldn't be the first time she'd managed to squeeze herself into an outfit several sizes too small for her. She chuckled to herself, her pointed cockhead mashing insistently against Tristana's opening. Claws grasping the small creature's sides, she grunted and pulled it closer to her loins, her serpentine coils bucking and undulating, grinding her pelvis into the yordle's bottom. It took a great deal of effort and strain, the naga gritting her teeth from the struggle, but her shaft possessed a great deal of dexterity and flexibility. Aided greatly by the generous coating of lube, it managed to narrow itself just enough to squeeze through the incredibly tight opening, and into the softer, stretchier passageway beyond. "Aaaah!" Cassiopeia's jaw dropped, exhaling a sigh once she finally felt that crushing tightness gripping her shaft. "Hmhmhmm, so, what do you think makes a tighter cocksleeve? My throat or your body?" Cackling madly, the naga brought a hand to Tristana's cheek, stroking her face lightly, frozen in an expression of horror. Rippling her body, she thrust forward and sank both lengths deeper into the yordle's holes. Tristana's interior was as soft and welcoming as her skin was hard, her holes simultaneously unyielding and pliant, the two tunnels each offering a different texture to envelop the snake-woman's lengths. For a creature of the yordle's small size, even one of Cassiopeia's shafts would've been a rather large insertion, but to take two of them, it was only the petrification spell that kept the two shafts from visibly stretching her stomach while slithering deeper within, rearranging her innards to make room instead. Only once she felt her shafts bottoming out, Tristana's ass resting snugly against the base where the two members fused into one, was Cassiopeia at last satisfied. The statue balancing atop her poles, its weight suspended by the straps over her shoulders, the naga breathed a relaxed sigh knowing her new chestpiece was safely secured. Oh, and how convenient! The yordle's frightened posture left her outstretched arms posed just perfectly to obscure the lusty naga's nipples. Couldn't go around dressed indecently afterall. The immediate threat to their base dealt with and her needs sated for the time being, Cassiopeia slithered off in search of new prey. Every motion, every swaying of her hips drove her cocks deep into Tristana's core and brought a giddy smile to the serpent's face. The yordle just blankly stared ahead, unable to move, to scream, to moan as her holes was stuffed again and again, her body wracked endlessly by mind-shattering ecstasy. *************************************************** "Oh come onnnnn Katarina, loosen up! Honestly, it's like you don't even want my cock in your ass." LeBlanc grit her teeth and tightened her hold on Kat's hips. The red-head kept clenching up, making it a strain to piston in and out of her snug backside. Occasionally when she'd pull out, the mage's prick would shimmer a strange, irridescent hue, briefly becoming transparent as it did so, before returning to it's meaty, fleshy appearance, betraying the magic used to create it. As irritating as it was for LeBlanc to continuously work her pole into her tight rectum, for Katarina it was agonizing. Her nails dug into her palms, trying to distract herself from the pain with more pain elsewhere, her face a grimace while she gnashed her teeth together. "Hey, how many times have I told you? No teeth!" LeBlanc snapped, her shaft briefly becoming ephemeral, just another illusion, as Katarina tried to bite down, chomping onto nothing but her own tongue and howling in pain. When she screamed, the witch's meatpole became solid again, quickly silencing her cries and letting the magician savour their vibrations. With tears streaming down her cheeks, Katarina glanced up into her tormentor's face. Or one of them at least. They'd swapped places so many times she'd lost track of which LeBlanc was the original and which was merely a clone. What few differences in composure there might have been between the two had been erased over the last hour as each of them had worked themselves into a sweaty mess defiling Kat's body. Once immaculate make-up was smeared and running while both bodies glistened with perspiration, leaving the two mages completely identical. Hell, maybe they were both clones for all she knew. Illusory or not, they both certainly FELT real, each burying a fat cock into either end of her. "I swear, it's like she can't decide whether to give in or not." One LeBlanc spoke to the other. She was kneeling on the ground with thighs spread apart and pelvis thrust forward, upper body leaned back to get as full a view as possible of Katarina sucking her off. In one hand she held the end of a leash they had fastened for the girl, using it to pull her forward towards her crotch. Her entire body was wrapped in magical chains, completely binding and impeding her movements. A simple snap to the one looped around her throat like a collar was usually enough to bring her struggling back into line, LeBlanc found. The rest were more for... Decoration. Her arms were pulled behind her back and bound in chain, having been like that so long now she'd lost feeling in them, while her wrists were tied together as well just for extra precaution. The chains looped around her heavy breasts, the icy metal pressing uncomfortably against her sensitive mammaries, squeezing them tightly enough that they swelled outwards and appeared even bigger. To completely immobilize her, Kat's legs were bent at the knees, with more of the metal links tying her ankles to her upper thighs, forcing her to lean forward into LeBlanc's crotch to stay on her knees. None of this was necessary for LeBlanc to overpower Katarina, the witch just found it amusing to see her so utterly bound and helpless. "I know! Obedient one second, misbehaving the next..." The one behind her grabbed a fistful of her fiery hair and shoved her face forward. At the same time, the one in front thrust her hips, driving her dick deep enough into the girl's throat to make her gag, wiry indigo hairs tickling the red-head's nose. Not for the first time, Katarina's face reddened from lack of oxygen. Furious emerald eyes glared daggers at the witch before her, even as her body desperately tried to suck in air around her cock, breathing in her musk along with it. When LeBlanc finally did pull back to let her breathe, mucus and saliva spilled down her chin in thick, syrupy strands. The witch smirked, briefly admiring the sheen Kat's drool gave her dick, before plunging it in again to watch her gag and choke around it, the convulsions making her moan in delight. The other LeBlanc was squatting behind the assassin, hands on her hips to keep Kat's ass upraised to greet her steady thrusts. Each one was greeted by the loud, lewd slapping of wet skin on skin, her pelvis smashing Katarina's cheeks and relentlessly drilling that veiny prick into her colon. Despite her complaints, Kat didn't think LeBlanc really minded how tight her rear was, otherwise the witch wouldn't keep going out of her way to stress her out. She was constantly shoving her forward, helping the other one to cut off her air, and then moaning in delight when Katarina's muscles spasmed uncontrollably. Dragging the assassin's head back, the blowjob-loving LeBlanc gave her enough time for a single gasp before shoving her head back down to be smothered by her sweating nutsac. Throatslime and spittle mixed with preseminal fluid dribbled from her tip into Katarina's messy hair, while the mage's heavy fleshstaff rested against her forehead, leaving clear streaks smeared across her face. "Come on Kat, worship me. I'll be the new ruler of Noxus soon afterall." She rasped, dragging Katarina's face up and down, leaving wet smudges everywhere. She absolutely adored that hateful look on her face, the one she wore constantly even while kissing LeBlanc's cockhead with a wet pop. She knew there was no point in resisting, the mage would get what she wanted even if she needed to use magic to do so. The witch grinned madly, and shoved her face down again, holding her there until she could make her captor's magical balls sparkle and shine with her spit. "Oooh, I think she enjoys sucking on our nuts! Her ass just got nice and loose!" The second witch cackled. In truth, Katarina was only able to relax that little not because there was nothing obstructing her airway. That was shortlived however when LeBlanc started moving faster, plowing balls deep into her asshole. She groaned, her fat pole sliding into Kat's depths, the gritty texture carressing her sensitive shaft. The pained wail Katarina let loose was muffled by the magician's balls. Her backdoor burned from the friction, twitching around LeBlanc's thick spear. Searing pain lanced through her, asshole weakly trying to clench and repel the intruder. Even that seemed to take more strength than she had though. Muscles strained to the point of wear and tear, they simply had nothing left to resist with. LeBlanc's furious, jackhammering thrusts just wrecked her asshole, leaving her wrapped around the mage's length like a loose fitting glove. Legs growing weary from staying squatted so long, LeBlanc groaned in discomfort, yet she wouldn't dare put her knees in the dirt just to fuck a worthless whore like Katarina. Throwing more of her weight forward, she leaned into the red-head with every slam of their hips, transitioning into shorter, faster thrusts that kept their thighs flush together, bearing as much of her weight down onto Kat as possible. "Oh, wait before you do that," the first LeBlanc scowled. "I wanted to feel her lips on my knob again." Thanks to the second's impatience, she was forced to shimmy backwards to drag their slave's face away from her delicate spheres. Not that she couldn't have savoured that all day, but she was much more eager to bust a nut down her throat and watch her gag on her cum. Running her fingers through Kat's tangled locks, LeBlanc forced her head back, to look up into the illusionist's face. So different from earlier, where she'd seemed so willing to give in, now the assassin seemed to just stare ever-so-defiantly. That pleased her greatly. She had worried that somebody else had already broken the assassin's spirit before she got there, and she so wanted to do that herself. "Open wide now," LeBlanc cooed, pinching the bridge of Katarina's nose to stifle her breathing. The moment she begrudgingly parted her lips to breathe, LeBlanc's dick slipped inside again. "That's a good girl." "Glk!" Katarina's short cry came out little more than a muffled gag, a sound that repeated again and again. LeBlanc ground her pelvis into her face, pulling back lazily only to followup with a short, fast thrust. "Glk! Gluk! Ulk!" The assassin sputtered repeatedly, spitting up more sticky, goopy strands of saliva each time and making a wet mess of the magician's crotch. "Tsk tsk, such lewd sounds Katarina. Have you no shame?" LeBlanc cackled, just before the woman's convulsing throat triggered a loud, long-lasting moan. The noises were joined by the second LeBlanc's heaving grunts between grit teeth, sawing her length in and out of Kat's rear, and the meaty thwack her hips made each time they collided with her bruised behind. Capped off by the clinking of metal clicking together, the chains rattling, it all added up to create a perverted cacophany, the dirty soundtrack to Katarina's rape. Their voices growing higher in pitch, the two LeBlancs both leaned over their captive. Breaths growing more and more uneven, they both gasped and heaved between perverted moans and strained grunts. The one in front moved both hands to rest atop Katarina's skull, holding her still while steadily grinding into her face, her breasts bouncing softly while hunched over the girl's face. The one behind took the leash in her right hand and pulled on it, taking over where the other left off. Pressing her other palm into Kat's spine, she held her down while arching her own back in ecstasy. Her bosom was more wild in its swaying, her whole body rocking along with Katarina's, her eyes shut tight and teeth clenched. Panting heavily, LeBlanc lifted a hand from Katarina's crimson tresses, her fingers cupping her mirror image's chin. Tilting her head to meet her gaze, the two witches gazed longingly into each other's eyes. Their own eyes. Truly, LeBlanc had only one equal in this rotten world. Herself. As one, they leaned in, lips grazing past one another, then meeting in earnest. They moved in unison, hilting inside Katarina's body simultaneously, drilling into her together from either end. Ignoring the poor woman spit-roasted between them, they embraced one another in a passionate kiss, tongues outstretched to greet each other. Swirling and wrestling together, their slick tongues intertwined. One's teeth grazed her twin's lips, nibbling at it gently. Pulling back from the kiss, a few strings of saliva still tethered their mouths briefly. The front LeBlanc's eyelids fluttered, grinding more insistently into Kat's mouth. "Ahn! I'm... At my peak... I'm gonna cum soon!" The second seemed to be just as near. Of course she would be, the two were mirror images of one another afterall. "Mmmnh... Come on then, let's fill this slut together." The twins thrusts were in pitch perfect harmony, hilting as deep inside their captive as they could go. They held her down, speared between the two of them, nothing more than a toy to be shared between the two, a tool to let two doms make love to one another. The two magically endowed women leaned in for one last kiss, embracing one another in a lewd exchange of saliva and moaning aloud. Their cocks throbbed, pulsating with whatever magic substituted for the blood in their veins. Then, as one, they both erupted, spurting thick strands of sticky, white syrup that filled the assassin's stomach from both ends. Katarina's eyes widened so far they looked like they would pop out of her skull. The first powerful jets firing straight down her throat and up her rectum. Her eyes watered, feeling a renewed urge to gag and retch, forced to swallow around LeBlanc's dick and simply hope she wouldn't drown in her spunk. She couldn't gulp it down fast enough to keep up with the mage's unnatural potency, each wad of cum following too fast on the heels of the one that came before. With all the consistency of glue, it fast started to back up in her throat, overflowing and filling her mouth with the salty, bitter taste. God forbid the witch use her magic to make it taste any better. By the fifth spurt, Katarina simply gave up trying to drink it all. Her tear-filled eyes rolling upwards and her cheeks stuffed full of jizz, it fast spilled out from the corners of her lips and gushed from her nose in viscous, bubbling streams, soaking into LeBlanc's crotch and making a warm, sticky mess all over her neatly trimmed landing strip and her churning ballsack. Her back-end wasn't having any easier time holding the magician's load either. Her puckered opening was tighter, leaving less room for LeBlanc's spunk to escape, but the mage had pounded her so loose and worn that even her clenched ring of muscle couldn't keep all of her rapist's cream inside. A trickle of off-white jizz slowly dribbled out, the flood that was fast filling her ass only prevented from escaping by the fat cock blocking its way. "Mnnnff... That's not a bad start." LeBlanc groaned. Glancing down at the bitch suffocating on her dick, she rolled her eyes at Katarina's incompetence and pulled out before she choked to death. She made sure to pause with just the crown left in her mouth, resting in a pool of her own semen and firing one last squirt right atop Katarina's tongue. Satisfied, she slipped her dripping, slime-covered cock the rest of the way out. Giving Kat a good smack on the face with it, it made a loud, wet splat, resting against the girl's cheek while the mage rested to catch her breath. Her twin stayed embedded within Katarina's ass a little bit longer, savouring the once-tight confines that still hugged her shaft so wonderfully. Sighing woefully, she started to pulled out as well, likewise pausing with her cockhead still clutched between those lovely buns. Squeezing the base of her dick, she admired the glistening sheen her cum gave it, before pulling it the rest of the way out with a pop. Even after everything that had already happened today, Katarina was amazed that it was still possible to heap new indignities upon her. Her ass was left gaping open upon LeBlanc's exit, a torrent of the witch's seed spilling out and running down down her ass, trickling steadily down to pool in the dirt between Kat's knees. Her face was flushed red, humiliated and disgusted by the warm, wet feeling leaking from her ruined rear. "Alright, shove over, it's my turn." Katarina was left to fall flat on her face as LeBlanc stood up in front of her, no longer there for the chained-up girl to lean on. Practically elbowing her compatriot out of the way to get to their captive's behind, she slapped both hands atop her ass with a grin, pawing at her meaty cheeks and squeezing them between her fingertips. The sight of her twin's semen leaking from her stretched anus made the magician laugh, and she was quick to align her dick with Katarina's welcoming opening. Despite having just orgasmed, both LeBlancs were still rock hard, and seemingly unphased by the increased sensitivity that afflicted most males. Afterall, both of their lengths were merely constructs of magic. Illusions made flesh. They were made entirely at the whim of the wicked mage. There was no need to make them 100% accurate to the real thing, she figured, not when doing so would only spoil her fun by forcing her to take a break. So it was that her dripping, spit and cum coated cock was still ready to go, and would be for as long as she had the energy to keep using it. And for the time being, she had plenty. With a nasty grin on her face, LeBlanc spread her fellow's noxian's ass cheeks wide and plunged her cock straight inside. So amply lubed with her clone's seed and loosened by her work, she slid right inside with the greatest of ease, bottoming out in a single thrust and a loud squelch, eliciting nary even a grunt from the disgruntled Katarina. So slick and easy... And loose... Too easy. LeBlanc scowled, staring at the back of Katarina's head. "You worthless slut! Tighten up!" Fuming, LeBlanc struck the assassin upside the back of her head. Katarina wailed in fresh pain, her muscles twitching and squeezing as hard as they could, but it wasn't nearly enough to satisfy the illusionist. "Ugh, you fucking wrecked her asshole!" LeBlanc raged, casting a finger at her double. "Now she's too loose." Watching with a bemused look on her face, the second just laughed. Her hand stroking her slick, meaty rod, enjoying the repetitive schlick it made. "Then just use the other hole, it's not like she doesn't have more." Schlorp. LeBlanc yanked her pole backwards, another stopped up deluge of cum oozing out after her. Sitting back on her heels, she dragged Katarina up into her lap so that her pale breasts were pressed against Kat's back. The metal bindings felt like ice against her exposed nipples, making her shiver while goosebumps formed all over. Her cock bobbed in the air, lilting backwards to lay across Katarina's stomach, giving the woman a good view of just how far it would reach inside of her. All the way to her womb. "Hmph, the whore's probably been fucked so much today, her cunt is probably even worse off than her ass," LeBlanc grumbled, reaching around her captive, fingers stroking her outer labia and toying with her folds. "I..." Katarina rasped, her voice hoarse from the abuse her throat had just been put through. "Oh?" Both LeBlancs paused, looking at their playtoy curiously. "I'm going to..." Her eyes were screwed shut, doing her best not to react to LeBlanc's fingertips playing with her folds. "Oh look, she's trying to speak! How cute!" The mage behind her cooed, teasing the girl's clit and rubbing it vigorously. "Going to what? Going to cum? Going to be a good little toy?" Eyes glowering fiercely, Katarina stared straight up into the manic eyes of the LeBlanc in front of her, not even deigning a response to the one behind. "I'm going to fucking kill you. I'll rend th-Aack!" The chain tightened around Katarina's neck, interrupting her threat. The mage behind her pulled on the leash until she choked. "Tsk tsk, naughty naughty Kat" LeBlanc scolded her. "Honestly, are you this rebellious with all of your rapists, or just me? I'd have figured we'd be past this by now." The one in front narrowed her eyes angrily, before her lips cracked into a wide grin. "You know, even if her pussy is just a worn-out canyon, there's still a way we could make it nice and tight again." Crouching down, she slipped her hands between Kat's heels and her thighs, grabbing her by the ankles and lifting. In unison, both mages stood, hefting Katarina easily into the air between them. "Oh? And what might that be?" LeBlanc's double asked, feigning ignorance, as she already suspected what the other had in mind. Great minds think alike afterall, especially when they're one and the same. Katarina scowled, the two rapists fumbling about, positioning her higher between them, so that the LeBlanc behind could ease her down onto her waiting cock. Just as they had suspected, her shaft slid easily into Kat's sex, though in part this was because the assassin was utilizing every ounce of willpower and muscle control she possessed to make the experience as unsatisfying as possible. Then Katarina felt the second cock pushing against her slit, and panic set in. "Oh! I just felt her squeeze!" LeBlanc cried exuberantly, a pleasant shudder running through her. "I think she likes this idea." Her twin's shaft pressed against hers, the thick, fleshy poles rubbing together. "No! No, stop! What the hell are you doing?!" Katarina shrieked, trying to move, to buck, to thrash, to do anything at all, but the chains were as restrictive as they were tight. She was completely immobilized, save for her ability to give her hips a little twist, and that was hardly enough to stop the determined mage. "There's no way those are both going to fit!" "Then we'll just have to make them fit." LeBlanc said, a dark undertone to her voice. Her fingers held her dick steady, squeezed firmly against her twin's. Her first two thrusts seemed to find no purchase, her shaft sliding upwards instead of in, but the magician wouldn't be deterred. Aiming it forward again, she slowly eased her hips forward, her cockhead parting Kat's lips to slide inside. Immediately, the witch was treated to a sensation far tighter, squeezing her length so much harder than even her ass had. Katarina's tunnel was such a snug fit that she had to pause only a couple inches in to catch her breath and gather her strength. Surrounded on three sides by Kat's soft inner walls, they resisted and squeezed, pinning her shaft hard against her double's, so that the two cocks were grinding together inside. The one that was already inside just held her dick there, trying not to move too much, not until her twin had managed to join her. For the time being, she could simply enjoy the way that second dick scraped against hers, the hard, veiny slab of meat squishing against her own. Katarina wailed in pain, her tunnel being forcibly stretched to accomodate the second intruder. Individually, LeBlanc wasn't quite as large as any of the other rapists she'd been forced to endure today, but combined their girth exceeded all others by a wide margin. Only Tristana could arguably have been considered wider, but the yordle's extreme growth hadn't occurred until after she'd dumped a load in Kat's love canal. With every inch she was forced to endure, her folds were spread further apart, her insides widening even while they were attempting to squeeze together. LeBlanc hissed between clenched teeth. So incredibly tight... Such an unbelievably snug fit... Her and her double's stiff poles were being gripped too hard, pressed against one another so firmly. The undersides sliding against one another, smearing one another's cum all over each other's shafts and spreading it all throughout Katarina's passage, making it slippery enough to ease in even further still. Sadly, no matter how hard they tried, they would never fully bottom out within the girl's slit, at least not both at the same time. No matter how tightly they squeezed in together, squashing Katarina between them until their balls touched, there was simply not enough space to fit both inside. But they could come frighteningly close, just an inch each failing to make it all the way in. "Stop, stooop! You're gonna split me in two!" Katarina howled, throwing her head back and foaming at the mouth. "Oh goodie! Then there'd be one of you for each of us!" LeBlanc laughed, finally both reaching as deep as they would get. Each one stood on her toes, as if that tiny bit of added height would help them to thrust deeper into their shared cocksocket. Katarina tried to scream again, but the twin mages paid her no more heed. They delighted in her agonized cries as they started to move. At first, there was no rhythm, no pattern to their movements, each simply taking what they could get. Their motions out of sync with one another, one would be thrusting upwards while the other was halfway out. Katarina's grip so tight around them that they were forced into going slowly while stretching her out. Their strained grunts and gasps of pleasure mingling with Kat's howls. Their bodies were pressed so close to one another that Katarina could feel the other woman's breasts mashed against hers. LeBlanc's more modestly sized bosom pressing flat against her soft mounds, red and sore from the chains wrapped too tightly around their base. Sensitive nipples rubbed together, stiff little pebbles that ground each other down, eliciting little squeaks of joy from the mage. The other LeBlanc's pliant chest pillows kept heaving against her back, not quite able to feel them so prominently as they pressed into the chains. She didn't seem bothered at all by the cold steel that chilled her nerves, too focused on trying to squeeze what pleasure she could from Katarina's pussy. Two sets of hands held Kat tightly, one at her waist and one on her thighs, pulling her down to greet their awkward, poorly timed thrusts. The domineering women gasped and clawed at her skin with their well-manicured nails, unconcerned what pain they caused in their pursuit of pleasure. Their faces wore masks of absolute bliss, while Katarina's was that of sheer agony, crying out for them to stop. She could feel every vein that throbbed with blood grinding at her innards. The blunt mushroom tips pummeling her back to back like a pair of alternating battering rams. No matter how much it pained her though, she couldn't stop her body from reacting. Her juices started to flow, adding to the mix that already coated the two pistons pounding her. Thoughts immediately drifted to her encounter with Orianna, the psychotic robot drilling her until she couldn't distinguish between pleasure and pain anymore. Silently, she swore and cursed her. Her and every other vile creature that had taken her unwillingly throughout the day, breaking her down piece by piece... And despite being the only actual human to abuse her, LeBlanc was the most inhuman and vile of them all. All of her assailants had used her, but the mage was the first one who truly seemed to view her as simply an object. A tool. A toy to be played with until she broke and then cast aside. It was her dark eyes that unnerved Katarina the most, never viewing her with anything less than absolute contempt, when she bothered to glance her way at all. Despite her being sandwiched between them and stuffed by their twin malehoods, the two mages seemed to just stare right through her, gazing longingly at their reflection. As though the only partner worthy of her love was herself, but would never deign the indignity of letting herself get fucked. Katarina was just her proxy. LeBlanc's magical endowment teased her double's. Thick cumveins were pressed together, sawing in and out of Katarina's gaping sex, her pussy squelching lewdly. The swollen crowns scraped one another's sensitive glans so that both rapists were moaning near-constantly, grinding their loins together within their shared fuckhole. They gasped and panted, peering at one another over Katarina's shoulder, tongues extended, leaning in to embrace in another passionate kiss. Their hands shifted, sliding over Katarina's thighs and jockeying for position like they were fighting over a piece of meat. Where their lips met, their tongues swirled around, wrestling with one another for the right to probe the other's mouth. Evenly matched as they were, it was a struggle that would go nowhere, the dainty pink organs swirling around, sliding overtop one another, sharing the occasional wet smack. Losing herself into the kiss, a little bit of her drool spilled down LeBlanc's chin, though from which one it was hard to tell. Each time they broke the liplock to gasp for air, stray strands of spit still tethered their tongues, keeping them connected until they were ready to resume. A slight pang of jealousy struck Katarina, making her wince. Not that she wanted any affection from LeBlanc, but it was certainly a far more loving gesture than any she had received in a long time. Even if the quasi-incestual narcissism of the display sickened her to the core. Their pace quickening, the two LeBlancs finally seemed to find a rhythm, their bucking hips falling in sync. One thrust in as the other was pulling out, deriving extra joy from the friction of them sliding past one another. Their alternating movements left Katarina filled constantly, never a moment when she didn't have a thick cock spearing her netherlips and splitting her insides. Again she found herself digging nails into her palms, the pain a pleasant distraction from her current ordeal. How she longed to dig them into LeBlanc's flesh instead, but the chains kept her bound, inhibited. Her legs were numb from being awkwardly bent for so long. Each breath came as a wheezing gasp, the occasional tug of the leash cutting off her airflow. Just as it seemed that Katarina was adjusting at last to the splitting pain of being double-teamed, one LeBlanc paused her hips for the briefest of moments. Only a second really, but in that second, the other mage pulled out as well, so that when she next thrust forward, they did so together. Their twin staffs lunging with equal speed and force, Katarina wailing anew as the double girth parted her vaginal walls wider, reaching almost to her cervix. Picking up the pace exactly where she left off, the twin sorceresses went from alternating to pounding her in unison, their balls clapping together. "God... So tight... How did we never think of this before?" LeBlanc gasped. Her hands rose to Katarina's shoulders, pushing her down while the one behind worked to keep holding her up. "Well, we never had such an eager slut before, did we?" The other seemed to purr, reaching for Katarina's ear with her teeth. Catching her lobe between them, she nibbled it a little bit, murmuring to her quietly. "Mnnff, that's right, you're our little whore, aren't you Katarina? Aren't yooouuu?" Katarina detested the way she spoke to her, talking down to her like one would a child or an animal. "I will see you hung by your own entrails." She said with bared teeth. "Oh my my, making threats now are we?" LeBlanc looked taken aback, a false expression of shock about her visage. "Oh dear, you'd better be nicer to me Kat. You wouldn't want to be raising a child all on your own, would you?" The girl's eyes widened. "Wh-what the hell are you babbling about now?" The LeBlanc in front cupped Katarina's cheeks in her palms, holding her head steady and forcing her to gaze into the sorceress's eyes. "Why, when I knock you up of course." She gave an exceptionally hard thrust, leaving Katarina feeling like she'd just been punched in the gut. "This wonnnderfullllll tool of mine..." She moaned, feeling her captive squeeze tighter. "...is remarkably effective." "It's -Ngh!- just an illusion!" Katarina grunted, gritting her teeth. "Fake, just like everything else about you." "Hmm, perhaps..." LeBlanc did her best to hold a neutral expression on her face, albeit one marred by sweat dripping from her brow and strands of dishevelled hair falling into her face. "But then, tell me Kat, does it FEEL fake?" The two mages thrust in together, pulling Katarina down hard onto their perfectly identical poles and making her scream. "I-I c-can assure yoooouuuu... It's juuuuust as potent and -Mnnnf!- virile as the real thing." LeBlanc shuddered and groaned, her and her clone plowing the girl's pussy, their shafts squeezed together tightly. "Ngh! Y-you're lying!" "Maybe... That is my specialty afterall." LeBlanc's smirk chilled Katarina's blood. "I guess we'll just have to wait eight months to find out!" Thrusts picking up speed, Katarina bounced and shook in LeBlanc's hold. Both were still moving in perfect harmony, their bodies colliding with hers, bashing her pelvis between the two of them. The witch still held Kat's head in place, their gazes hanging on each other for several long moments. Then, slowly, LeBlanc's eyes started to waver. Her pupils seemed to twitch, starting to roll upwards. Her lips curled, morphing from a contemptuous smirk into a blissful, goofy grin. Katarina had no choice but to watch her spasming face, first with revulsion, then curiosity, and finally in terror, as realization dawned upon her. That expression... Oh god she was about to...! "No, no no no! Stop!" With a guttural moan of sheer delight, both LeBlanc's finally managed to squeeze in that final inch, their cocks meeting at the base as they finally sheathed their lengths entirely within Katarina's snatch. Their members twitched and throbbed, pulsating in tune with one another. The plump vein running along the underside swelled with its oncoming payload. The pressure they put on each other was nearly enough to block the flow, interrupting it only long enough that their cumshots came out staggered. First one, then the other, both staffs let loose their magic-infused payloads. Each fired off within Katarina's poor, stretched tunnel, pumping thick, goopy wads of spunk that painted her inner walls white. Like a pair of fire hoses being let loose inside of her, spraying their seed throughout her core. Jets of semen lanced through the narrow opening to her cervix, carrying with them the possibility of virile, magical sperm on the hunt for her eggs. The seconds dragged on so long they felt like minutes passing by, with Katarina crying out in hatred and disgust. Whether she wanted it or not, each 'partner' she'd had today had brought her to her peak along with them, but there was no enjoyment to be had by this. Her hatred for LeBlanc burned too hotly. The very thought of carrying her bastard child at all was enough to kill any hope of orgasm, even if she was confident that the witch was lying. At least, she hoped she was lying... Hah, even if she wasn't, what were the odds that her seed would be the one to find purchase? After being taken so many times already today... Katarina cut herself off mid-thought, lest she jinx herself. What was intended as a comforting dismissal of LeBlanc's threat became the terrifying revelation that any number of foes could have ruined more than just her day. LeBlanc was not bothered by any such thoughts. Her vision was a hazy white, her mouth agape in a silent cry of ecstasy. Across from her, her double was just as overwhelmed by bliss, her face a mirror image of the first's. It was several long moments, the two holding Katarina still between them as they filled her with their seed. Coming down off of her orgasmic high, the sorceress in front was the first to make a sound, leaning forward to gasp. She hadn't even been aware she'd been holding her breath, too overcome by pleasure to even breathe. Her chest heaved with each panting inhalation of air, mashing fiercely against Katarina's bust. Without skipping a beat, she leaned forward to kiss her twin again, twisting Katarina's head to the side and out of her way. The assassin scowled, forced to listen to the wet smacking of their lips, the sloppy swirling of their tongues right next to her ear, all while the last of their seed was emptied into her in weak spurts. The flow of cum slowing to a trickle, LeBlanc exhaled a deep sigh through her nose. Pulling away from the kiss, she staggered backwards, looking winded and almost as dishevelled as Katarina herself. Her cock sliding free of Kat's folds, LeBlanc found herself struggling not to laugh at the schlooorp that accompanied it. The assassin's folds still gaped around her double's fleshpillar, unable to hold back the torrent of semen that flowed freely now. It seemed just one dick wasn't enough for Katarina, LeBlanc thought to herself, laughing and admiring her handiwork. Thick rivers of creamy sludge rolling down the other her's length in gooey clumps, drizzling down like syrup to splatter the ground, turning the dirt into muck. Katarina was winded and exhausted, her energy drained from the ordeal. Certainly now it was over at least? Her eyes narrowed to slits, her body was urging her to just let them close all the way, to pass into unconsciousness. Maybe she would awaken to learn this was all just a horrible dream... The vulgar schlicking of LeBlanc's cock made her stir. Forcing her eyes open, she watched the sorceress stroking her slimy shaft, the veiny staff just as hard as ever. Again, the illusory nature of her pole left her unperturbed by orgasm. Her alabaster skin glistened with sweat, and her chest was heaving, indicating that she wasn't quite the limitless fount of energy that Shyvana was, but she still had a fair amount more than Katarina's other attackers. “I think...” The mage gasped, standing up straight and approaching her captive again. “I've got enough for one more go. How about you?” “Get-get away from me...” Katarina groaned, arching her back. “Shush, I wasn't talking to you.” LeBlanc waved dismissively. Grabbing hold of Katarina's ass, she tried to take some of the weight off of her clone, holding the girl steady so that the other could pry her messy cock from her constantly-drooling slit. “Mnn, I think I've got another in me, but I think we ruined this hole.” The mage's double chuckled, letting her prick smack the sandwiched assassin's behind. “Well then, how about we destroy the other one? What do you say Kat, think you can handle it?” LeBlanc smirked, her eyes taking on that manic, crazed look again. Already she was letting her dick slip between her buns, prodding her backdoor while the other one positioned herself to do the same. “No, no! Get-Get the fuck away from me! Let me go!” Katarina thrashed and shrieked, twisting and struggling fiercely against her chains. Both LeBlancs simply laughed at her plight, while she screwed her eyes shut in frustration. She felt the tip of one of them kissing at her backdoor, still not even fully recovered from being left gaping before. Her hole still dripping semen, it popped into her backdoor easily, then was abruptly yanked back out. “Shit shit shit, fuck, move!” Katarina heard one of the LeBlanc's shout, and suddenly she was careening backwards. There was no one behind her to support her weight, as the mage released her and took off running. She opened her eyes, just in time to watch the one in front of her vanish in a puff of yellow smoke. The very air around her seemed to distort, and in a blur that mage was gone as well, leaving a bound and helpless Katarina falling to the ground. “Ungh!” Grunting as her face hit the floor, Katarina managed to lift her head just in time to see what had spooked LeBlanc coming straight at her. A violet ball of dark energy, sparkling eerily as it sailed through the air. It was moving fast, but not so fast that she couldn't have easily dodged it... If LeBlanc hadn't left her chained up that was. One last time, she cursed that indigo witch as the energy ball struck her. Quickly morphing and changing shape, it engulfed her in a disturbing black light, encasing her in a pillar of darkness that reached up into the sky, trapping her within. Through the walls of darkness surrounding her, she could make out the world on the other side still, as if gazing through a dark but very thin curtain. She could make out the shape of two figures growing more and more distant, no doubt LeBlanc and her clone disappearing deeper into the forest. Twisting her head in the other direction, she gazed in the direction the energy had come from, wondering about the source. Through the black light, she could vaguely see two figures approaching. Were they rescuers coming to put a halt to LeBlanc's treachery? Or new foes coming to take take advantage of her weakness? Katarina already knew the answer even before she saw them. Afterall, her luck today would only allow for one option to be true. “Well now, what have we here?” Katarina heard a feminine voice speaking to her, contempt dripping from her tongue. The walls of her dark prison suddenly fell, and she was left staring up at the two figures. Now the darkness had faded, but the sunlight from above still cast shadows over their features. Though she couldn't quite make out their identities, she knew instantly that they were no allies of hers. Afterall, there was nobody on her team with wings. ______________________________________________________________ Hey guys, remember when I used to write stuff?  Neither do I! Assuming it doesn't take me 2 years to write another chapter again, when I upload chapter 6 I'd also like to conduct a poll as well.  I'd like to give as many people as possible the option to vote in the poll, but problematically, I post this story to multiple different communities.  I'm uncertain as to what the best method of conducting it would be.  Should I just conduct separate polls in each location I've uploaded the story to and accept that some people who are members in each community will get multiple votes?  Give one location preference and conduct the poll there?  Or use some kind of 3rd party solution? Any suggestions or advice would be welcome.

Chapter 30 - Geno-type pt. 30

Dalton slipped his phone back into his bag and went back to looking over his new app. He felt strangely… sad? That seems as good a word as any. There was more to it than that, but he was definitely a little bit sad; pissed off too. He hated feeling like this. He had completely lost his cool when dealing with Sam, and he knew it. Dalton had had a long standing policy to never sleep with a guy more than once. He was the hottest fuck in town and he knew it. He never had to go far for action; he had various apps and services on his pone to see to that. When his beacon was active people flocked to his position from miles around. Dalton really liked shining his bat signal around campus. There were so many hot closet cases to choose from; especially frat bros and jocks. Dalton really loved it when he managed to snag one of the football stars. They tended to be a little heavy handed in their handling of him, but Dalton had a taste for rough sex. Dalton especially liked that big dumb quarterback. He liked to throw Dalton onto the sleazy motel bed and ride him hard. It was kind of cute how the big oaf actually thought he was actually in charge of the situation. In retrospect Dalton was doing really shitty at his own policy of not banging a guy twice. It didn’t really matter, though. He couldn’t be bothered to remember names of the people he had had. If he had gotten it on with anyone more than once it was just a testament to how little he cared about the person behind the cock. Even Jack and Taylor… wait, Jake and Tyler. See? He can’t even be bothered to remember the wonder twins. Sam was different, though. Dalton could remember everything about their encounter in vivid detail for the entire evening after they had done the dirty deed. Dalton couldn’t even bring himself to go out on the prowl afterwards, even though he was so horny, and he was horny; unbelievably horny. He just went home and lie in bed; turning his phone on and off, as he argued with himself about whether or not to call Sam up. Dalton couldn’t do that. He was the cool one. He was the one who people begged for a chance to be with. There was no way he could be falling for some punk kid. It was just because of that amazing cock. That had to be it. Dalton thought back to their encounter. The first thing he had noticed was Sam’s impressive bulge, sure. Who wouldn’t be drawn to such a massive package? Dalton was convinced right then and there that he would have Sam right there in the chem. lab if it was the last thing he did. Dalton spent the rest of the class trying to butter up Sam as best he could. He had to make this up as he went since he very rarely did any actual flirting. He found it to be a lot easier than he expected, though. All he did was tell the truth. Sam was honestly, really beautiful; now that Dalton’s eyes were looking at his face he could take stock of everything about Sam’s visage. Dalton had seen Sam before throughout the year, sure, but never this close. Dalton had always glanced over him thinking that sure, he was cute, for a kid anyway, but Dalton had some real men lined up for that night; men who knew how he liked it. Now that Dalton actually wanted to pay attention to Sam, he could really start to see what he had been missing. Sam’s dark hair nicely framed his beautiful face. Sam’s deep brown eyes held within them the entire spectrum of human emotion that his face would never dare show. The stark contrast with Sam’s pale skin just seemed to accentuate these features even more. The little rings on his lower lip and on the side of his nose should have made him seem edgier, but on Sam’s sweet face, they only served to make him look cuter. As Dalton enumerated all of Sam’s features they became ingrained in his memory. It was as if by listing and naming them had they finally been allowed to become real. Dalton had originally just intended to get into Sam’s overly packed pants, but as he got to know Sam, the cold mask softened; revealing the friendly and caring boy hiding beneath. Dalton could still remember the exact moment that Sam had accepted him. Sam had given Dalton a nervous, half smile. Even just a half smile from Sam was enough. Dalton could feel his heart melt, and it was at that very second that he had fallen for Sam, hard. When he had finally managed to get Sam naked and on the floor, it was the single greatest triumph of his life. This wasn’t just another sexual conquest for him. The passion and the love that went into their wild sex seemed to magnify the pleasure exponentially. Dalton even opted to ride Sam’s huge cock so that they were facing each other, instead of Dalton’s usually preferred face down position. He had never actually looked his partner in the eyes during sex before. The other person’s face had seemed to be an unnecessary distraction during sex; a distraction that would diminish the act, but with Sam he wouldn’t have it any other way. Dalton almost came just from Sam’s facial expressions; his flushed cheeks; his lustful eyes; his moans of pleasure; the way he chewed on his piercings as he got even closer to cumming. Everything about Sam in that moment was perfect.             Even Sam’s cock was perfect; no, especially Sam’s cock. It was thicker than any cock Dalton had ever taken. Dalton had taken some huge ones in his time, but Sam stretched him wider than he had ever been. Dalton could feel his asshole become stretched out and loose; looser than it ever had before. He might never manage to get tighten up again, but he didn’t care. It was fine if only Sam’s cock could satisfy him. He only wanted Sam’s cock anyway. He only wanted Sam.             Sam’s humongous dick also hit deeper inside of Dalton than anyone had ever done before. Sam’s impossibly long cock was poking and prodding at places deep inside Dalton that he had never thought could have existed. Dalton came hard from riding Sam’s immense dick. Dalton’s respectable cock had deflated, but Sam was still rock hard and still plowing mercilessly. Well, to be fair, Dalton was the one who was doing all the motion, but he refused to ease off of Sam’s cock until he had milked it for all its worth.             Finally Sam climaxed. Dalton could feel shot after powerful shot of hot spooge wash up inside of him. Sam’s nuts were huge, but the sheer volume of jizz sloshing around inside of him seemed impossible. It felt to Dalton like he was being pumped full of gallons of the creamy spunk. His insides were pumped to capacity, but Still Sam continued firing. The excess spooge leaked out of Dalton’s ass around Sam’s enormous shaft; the force of the jizz pushing its way out, stretched Dalton’s already ravaged hole even more.             Dalton did not want to, but he knew he needed to get off of the erupting volcano of cum before something inside of him burst open. Sam pulled off of Sam’s gushing spire and wrapped his lips around the head as quickly as he could; eager not to waste any more of the glorious liquid than he absolutely had to. As he sucked off Sam, thick, goopy streams of spunk ran out his ruined asshole, down the insides of his legs and pooled on the floor.             Dalton gulped down wave after wave of the hot jizz. Savoring the taste as the warm spunk rolled across his spunk. Dalton’s stomach filled with the mildly bitter cream, but Sam kept cumming. When Dalton would occasionally try to pull back to catch is breath, he would catch long hot blasts of Sam’s cum in his face, but he welcomed the feeling. He would take Sam’s jizz anywhere he had room for it.             Dalton was actually getting hard again; very hard. Looking back on it now, he realized that this was the first clue, but at the time he thought nothing of it. He welcomed his newly reborn hardon and awaited the cumming storm from his res-erected cock. Dalton got off another two or three thick, sticky blasts of cum before his second wind faded. These new orgasms were each more powerful than the last.             When Sam had finally managed to stop cumming, the two of them had parted ways. Dalton had actually given Sam his phone number. He had never done that before. He was actually looking forward to the next time he would see Sam. He had also, never done this before.             Dalton went on his way home; enjoying the feeling of Sam’s spooge sloshing around inside him the whole way. Dalton’s stomach was still full of Sam’s jizz, and waves and waves of the creamy spunk were still flowing out of his ravaged ass. Dalton was rock hard again in minutes. He couldn’t wait to get home and pound one out. And another. And another.             When Dalton got home the first thing he did was peel off all of his clothes. He stood in front of the mirror admiring his still rigid cock. His balls felt fuller and heavier than they had in ages. He couldn’t get Sam out of his mind, nor did he want to. He turned and inspected the damage to his ass. Dalton’s hole was red and gaping. It had been stretched out beyond anything he had seen before, and huge gobs of Sam’s cum were still seeping out. Dalton loved the feeling of having Sam’s cum sloshing around inside of him.             Dalton dug out one of his old dildos. He hadn’t had need of these in ages, but he was just so horny that he needed to get off. Dalton flopped on his bed and began plowing himself with the largest rubber cock he could find. It was still nothing compared to Sam. The size was nowhere near comparable, but it dug in deep enough to churn Sam’s residual cream like butter. Thick, frothy globs of Sam’s spooge would plop out with each thrust of Dalton’s sadly lacking plus size dildo. Dalton would cum while imagining Sam’s biting his piercings in ecstasy.             After cumming, Dalton would pull out his phone and spin it in his hand as he pondered calling up Sam. He had never been one to call someone else up. He had never been one to do repeat encounters either, but here he as already fantasizing about his next time with Sam. Eventually he got so horny again that he would rub one out. Then he would return to playing with his phone, as he debating giving Sam a call.             The entire evening passed like this until Dalton finally gave it all up, got cleaned up and went to sleep. He awoke the next morning, tired and miserable. He had stayed up way too late playing with himself. It was totally worth it, though, and it’s not something a little coffee wouldn’t fix.             Dalton got ready for class and drove off to the coffee shop down the road. He drove a fairly old gas, guzzling clunker. He couldn’t actually afford a nice eco-friendly smart car; a fact that severely hurt his hipster cred. Someday he’d have a nice Vespa scooter to make up for it. No one would doubt him after that.             Dalton was still so horny from the day before that he began to imagine what it would be like to ride around on a scooter like that with a plug deep up his ass; letting the rumbling from the motor course through the seat and cause turn his plus size sex toy into a jumbo vibrator. It still wouldn’t beat the real thing, but it would make driving around to go see Sam so much better.             Dalton was so lost in his sexual fantasies that he hadn’t noticed the commotion around him as he sat there sipping his coffee in the trademark detached hipster fashion. He knew that three guys had walked in, and they were apparently putting on quite the show, but there was only one guy on his mind. He was actually enjoying the thought. He could actually learn to like being the monogamous kind of guy. Dalton should have been paying attention though. The three guys that had walked in were the three he had been so interested in over the past few days; Jake and Tyler and of course, Sam. It wasn’t until they were leaving that Dalton realized who they were.             He was so happy to see Sam that he had forgotten to maintain his detached aura and actually let himself be seen in public as unironicly enthusiastic about something. His enthusiasm quickly faded, as he saw that Sam was texting someone. That someone was quickly apparent. Sam was flirting with the barista? For the first time in his life, Dalton felt betrayed. He was genuinely hurt.             The euphoric stupor he had been in since last night was shattered. He got a chance to really see what was going on around him. There were those two guys from the video; their cocks even larger than before. Sam was with him. His dick also bloated to extreme measurements. Not only was Sam flirting with other guys, but he had been fooling around with those two! Dalton had never been so pissed off in his life. This is what he gets for letting himself fall for some punk kid.             It is pretty ironic that Dalton kept thinking of Sam as a kid. The two of them were very close in age; only separated by a few months, really. Dalton was ahead of Sam by one grade, but had taken bio before chem.; Sam was taking them in the opposite order. Sam was also only one grade behind because his father had opted to have him enroll in kindergarten a year later than he was eligible. It had been a rough year for Sam and his father didn’t feel he was ready yet.             Dalton had followed the boys back to school and had hung back a bit and waited for Sam to detach himself from the group. Dalton had seen his chance and acted. Once he had gotten Sam alone in the storage room, he was able to really cut loose. He was going to make pay for betraying him. That was the plan anyway, but seeing Sam cowering below him, the fear showing in his eyes; it broke Dalton’s heart.             Dalton hated that he had fallen for Sam. He hated that he had let himself be played in such a way. He especially hated that even after all he had seen he still had feelings for Sam. Dalton tried to keep up his insane dominatrix act. He wanted Sam to be afraid of him, to hate him. He wanted to ruin things between them forever, so that he would have no choice but to accept that he had made a mistake in falling for Sam.             Dalton was able to use his anger to get some information out of Sam before his resolve had crumbled. Dalton was confused by Sam’s reactions. Did Sam actually like him? Had he jumped to the wrong conclusion about the coffee guy? Dalton may have overreacted. Now that it was all over, Dalton deeply regretted his actions.             His phone chirped. Sam had responded. He was going to take him up on the date? Dalton’s heart soared for a moment, but then he remembered that this date was actually just a trap to get close enough to Tyler and extract the control sample. He could still work things out with Sam tough, couldn’t he?             Dalton remembered the fear in Sam’s eyes and what Sam had said to him. Sam was afraid to talk to him because he was afraid of what Dalton would do when he saw what Sam had become. Dalton’s heart broke a little more. Apparently his reaction to seeing Sam as he was was to brutally have his way with Sam in a locked closet. Dalton began to feel like he really didn’t even deserve to have Sam back after how he had acted.             It was just Sam’s huge dick that had attracted Dalton to him, right? Dalton tried to think about what he liked about Sam, expecting that magnificent cock to take center stage. Instead, what he saw was Sam’s nervous half smile, and his deep, soulful eyes. Dalton shook the image out of his head. It didn’t matter anymore. Once he had the control sample he could make any guy out there big enough to satisfy him. All those guys he had thought were kind of cute but were sorely lacking downstairs; Dalton had the power to change that. He’d find someone else like Sam, and he would make them better. Dalton didn’t need Sam anymore. He could go out and make his ideal guy.  

Chapter 34 - Geno-type pt. 34

As Jake rounded the corner he could see his brother standing out in front of Tyler’s house. Mark had definitely lost some weight since Jake had last seen him, but he was still fairly heavy set. Mark’s curly brown hair had grown out to almost touch his shoulders. Their parents had always said it made him look like a damn hippy when he did that; which of course just made him grow it longer. Judging by the layer of scruff on Mark’s face, Jake figured he was on day three of his shaving cycle. Mark was one of those guys who didn’t see the point in shaving every day and instead opted to shave roughly once every five days; once the beard started to get a little too long he’d shave it off completely. Jake far preferred to shave daily and keep his face looking clean and smooth; not that Jake hadn’t considered growing a beard, but he didn’t think he could rock the look near as well as his brother did. Tyler waved out the side of the jeep to signal to Mark that it was time to go to work. He was so glad to see Uncle Mark there. Tyler knew that whether Jake was ready or not, he was going to have to come clean with his parents today, and Tyler wasn’t sure they Jake could do it even with Tyler’s help. If anyone could handle Jake’s parents, it was Mark. Tyler was also glad to see that Mark had not shaved recently. He could really pull off the layer of manly fuzz. Mark generally liked to wear Jeans, some band shirt, usually metal, and a flannel shirt over top of that. Add on the beard to that ensemble and Tyler thought that Mark looked like an IT Al Borland. Mark’s extra fur extended well past his neck, a fact that Tyler was all too aware of. To be honest, Tyler had had a bit of a childhood crush on Mark. He was fascinated by the dark, thick hair that covered much of his older neighbor’s body. Tyler had plenty of chances to steal glances at Mark over the years; especially since Mark was often the one who watched out for Jake and Tyler and took them places when they were young. One of their favorite places to go was the community pool, and of course, Mark would be shirtless for much of their visit. Tyler could still remember one time when they were getting ready to go to the pool. Mark had been running late at class that day, and so he had quickly gathered his gear and loaded the kids into the car; opting to shower and change at the pool, rather than make his eager young companions wait longer than they already had. Tyler had gotten wind of this idea and had decided to do the same. There was no reason for Tyler to shower at the communal showers; he had been home all day; he had showered earlier on in the day; and he could just as easily go to the pool already in his suit. Tyler was determined to shower with Mark, though. He had walked by the shower area plenty of times and knew that it was a completely open room with just a few shower heads poking out of the walls. Tyler was guaranteed to be able to get a good look at Mark’s dick in there. Tyler wasn’t sure why, but he was excited; giddy even. He had been looking forward to their pool trip all week, but that was before he knew that he could sneak a peak at Uncle Mark’s pecker. Tyler was far more excited about his potential voyeurism than he was about going swimming. When they had arrived at the pool, Tyler ran on ahead while Jake hung back with Mark, who was busy paying for he three passes. Tyler found an open locker and hastily peeled off his layer of clothes; leaving him in nothing but his cheap flip-flops and a towel that was draped around his neck. Mark and Jake were only just reaching the locker by the time that Tyler was completely naked. Jake pealed off his shirt and was ready to go; unlike Mark and Tyler he had chosen to come in his swimming trunks. Mark on the other hand was slowly pealing off layer after layer. His two shirts came off first, but that wasn’t that interesting. Sure, Tyler liked to see Mark without his shirt, but it wasn’t anything that Tyler wouldn’t have seen anyway. Tyler felt his heart start beating harder as Mark pulled down his jeans. He could also feel something else; something that he was not familiar with. It was like his stomach had suddenly become extremely ticklish and the very skin around his tummy was poking it in ways that made his now sensitive digestive organ flip and spin to avoid the onslaught of tickling. He was feeling a different sort of tickle even further down. Tyler little dick seemed to be enjoying the show too. It was tingly and sensitive and it seemed… bigger somehow?   Mark’s boxers slipped down a little as they got caught on his jeans, but they only dropped enough to give Tyler a quick view of Mark’s crack and the a little flash of the extra thick patch of hair below Mark’s belly. Tyler was a little surprised at how thick Mark’s bush was. Sure, he knew that older guys tended to grow hair down there, but he hadn’t expected it to be quite as dense and well… bushy. Tyler’s heart sunk as Mark slipped his towel around his waist before pulling his boxers the rest of the way down. Tyler had been robbed of his free shot, but only for a moment. Mark couldn’t shower with that towel on. Tyler just had to be patient. Tyler and Mark walked off to the showers. Jake followed behind, but balked as it came time to actually enter the showering area. He paced around the doorway for a bit before giving up and going off to the pool alone. Tyler pulled his towel off from his shoulders and draped it over one of the various bars mounted to the wall on the dry side of the room, and waited for Mark to do the same. Mark nonchalantly dropped his towel and flung it over the bar next to Tyler. The whole action took only a second or two, but to Tyler it felt like hours. Tyler watched in slow motion as the towel fell away revealing the full extent of Mark’s dense underbrush. Tyler had finally gotten to see Mark’s cock for the first time. That’s exactly what it was too, a cock. That was a man’s cock, not a little pecker like Tyler had. Tyler was a little intimidated by it. Mark’s cock wasn’t all that long. It was probably around five to six inches, but at the time, it was the biggest dick Tyler had ever seen. In addition to its length, Mark’s cock, much like the rest of him, was very, very thick. Tyler couldn’t believe how fat and heavy that piece of meat between his older friend’s legs was. Even Mark’s balls were huge. The massive spheres dangling below that fat cock easily put Tyler’s little berries to shame. At the time, Tyler couldn’t imagine anyone else having such large nuts, but he would eventually learn that nice, large balls ran in the family. Tyler’s face became even more flushed and it became harder for him to swallow as it felt like his heart was pounding up in his throat. Tyler’s dick was also starting to stir to life. Tyler could feel his cock inflating. He had never actually seen this happen before, but he had heard stories. His classmates liked to brag about how often they got boners and how big theirs were. Tyler had been a little bit of a late bloomer, and he was worried that he had never experienced what everyone else in his class claimed to have felt. He was actually glad that he was starting to get a boner. It meant that he was normal. It didn’t even occur to him until much later that it might be a problem that he was getting hard because of another guy. Tyler got under the shower head next to Mark and let the water wash over him. He tried not to be too obvious in his peaking, but it was hard for him not to stare. The water caused Mark’s thick bush to lie flat against his skin, making his meaty tool seem even larger than before. Tyler’s dick also seemed even larger, but his was not because of the water. As Tyler’s semi began to harden, he got a little worried. It was getting to the point where it was noticeable that he was getting a boner, and no one else in the locker room seemed to have one. Tyler felt very out of place and very exposed. He quickly excused himself and slipped into one of the stalls. He sat there, dripping wet, as he tried to remember what his classmates had said they did in this situation. Tyler sat atop the closed toilet as he took a deep breath and wrapped his fingers around his little stiffy. He gasped in shock and pleasure as the sensation hit him. He had never imagined that it could feel so good. Tyler tightened his grip and then began to pump up and down on his dick. His breathing got shallower as he got closer and closer to something. He wasn’t sure what yet, but he was sure it was going to be awesome. The pressure and pleasure continued to build up in Tyler’s shaft. As he continued to stroke his erection, his balls began demand to get in on the action. It was like he had a dull ache deep in his nuts, but it was somehow strangely pleasurable. Tyler’s balls began to seize upwards and tighten as his cock began to twitch violently. Tyler’s hips bucked along with the rhythm of his stroking as he came closer and closer to blowing his first load. He wanted to let out a loud moan of pleasure as he released, but he quickly bit his lip to stifle it. Tyler’s mind exploded in pure euphoria as he unloaded a long, thick, heavy shot of jizz into the air. The warm cream crashed down onto Tyler’s face with a splash. Tyler’s eyelids instinctively slammed shut as the wave of jizz crashed against his left eye. The warm goop slowly trickled down Tyler’s cheek as he collapsed backwards onto the porcelain. Tyler lackadaisically wiped the spooge out of his eye as he reveled in the afterglow. It’s no wonder his classmates bragged about doing this so much; jacking off rocks. After Tyler managed to scoop up enough spunk with his fingers to clean off the area around his eyes, he slowly opened his eyelids to get a look at what had just hit him. He hadn’t mastered the art of closing only one eye at a time yet. His dad was really good at winking. He could even do it with either eye. Tyler figured it would probably be a good time to learn that particular trick, especially if he was going to be getting creamed in the face by this strange substance. Tyler watched as the gooey, white liquid slid around his fingers as he turned his hand. So this is what his friends had called cum? Well, cum, jizz, spizz, spunk, he’d even heard it called baby batter, although that name seemed a little weird. He couldn’t imagine this stuff being edible; not based off the smell anyway. He was curious, though, and in his current euphoric state, many things that had seemed gross before seemed like they could be pretty cool ideas. Tyler stuck his tongue out and gingerly poked the slimy mass with the tip. Tyler braced himself for some noxious flavor, but was surprised when there really wasn’t much of any taste to it. Tyler was still curious and a bit emboldened by this new discovery and slid his spunk gunked fingers into his mouth. This stuff actually wasn’t that bad. Not something he would use for baking, but he could definitely learn to like it. There was a knock on the stall door followed by a voice asking “You alright in there, kiddo? You’ve been in there a while.” It was Mark. Just thinking about Mark made Tyler’s cock twitch a bit even though he’d just cum. Tyler sat up straight and quickly took stock of his situation; he had a few jizz splotches along his chest, the one on his face, not to mention the pool of spooge on the toilet seat. Tyler’s cock had still been dribbling spunk after that powerful blast. It was a pretty good sized puddle, but it was not directly touching him, so he decided to leave it. Let the next person who uses that stall see it, and realize what had happened. Tyler figured they’d be jealous of whoever had just gotten off in here. It felt pretty awesome. Tyler figured everyone would want to rub one out the second they thought they had a chance. “Yeah, just give me a second to finish… wiping.” Again, technically true, but Tyler had always been terrible at lying; even half lies. Tyler grabbed some paper and dabbed up the jizz from his face and chest. He tossed the spunky paper into the bowl and flushed it down. With the evidence disposed of, Tyler opened the stall door and strode proudly across the room back to his locker. He was no longer erect, but his cock was still engorged and sensitive. Each step sent ripples of pleasure up his spine as his tadger bobbed and swung with his stride. Tyler could only imagine and dream about how much better it would be once his dick had reached the size of Mark’s. Tyler had wiped up the large goopy clumps, but since he had never had to wipe up cum before, he didn’t know about the clear residue that tends to be left over. In the right light, shimmering splotches could be seen on his skin. The few who were at the right angle to see this knew exactly why this young man had such a spring in his step. The rest of the pool trip was much like any other, but Tyler would never forget how he had seen Mark’s hefty tool and how he had subsequently pounded one out for the first time. Now that Tyler was older, he realized that Mark really wasn’t that well hung, but then again, nobody really seemed that well hung compared to Tyler and company. Tyler wouldn’t mind giving his former baby sitter a hand in that department if the opportunity presented itself. Tyler leaned over and tapped Jake on the shoulder as they pulled up in front of his house. “Yo. Get the hose ready. I’m going to let loose.” Jake put the car into park a little faster than originally planned and spun around to look at Tyler. “What? Here? Everyone will see you!” Tyler shrugged nonchalantly. “Well, let them see. It’s not like it will fit inside my house, and I can’t really hold it in until everyone goes to bed. Besides, I’d rather not have that constantly on my mind while we are giving your parents the talk.” Jake could feel the pit that had been growing in his stomach open up even larger at the mention of his parents. He knew that Tyler was probably right on this one, and he really didn’t have the energy to argue right now. “Fine, but make it quick.” Jake hurried over to the side of Tyler’s house and quickly began rolling out the hose. By the time he got around to the front, Tyler was already standing in the middle of the street with his hands down the front of his pants as he worked at pulling forth his sword from the stone. Tyler’s briefs were packed so tight now that it was a chore to pry his massive shaft from out of his underwear. He was seriously considering just dropping his shorts in the middle of the street, but undoing his suspenders would have taken a lot more time than it was worth. He’d finally managed to get his arms under the shaft and lug his massive cock out from beneath its stretchy prison. His colossal dick slapped against the concrete with an audible smack. Tyler immediately realized that he hadn’t thought this through all the way as his sensitive skin pressed against the concrete that had been warmed by the hot summer sun. Fortunately the temperature had been relatively mild this week, so the warmth was roughly akin to what Tyler had grown accustomed to in the sauna at the gym. Tyler then turned his attention to extricating his equally cumbersome nuts. Each of his colossal cum factories required both hands to lift from their enclosure. Tyler unloaded his balls onto the street, first the left one, then the right one, and breathed a sigh of relief. Not only was the hard part done, but it also felt amazing to let his junk air out after being pressed into a too small pair of short for so long. He looked over to see that Jake was standing at the ready with the green garden hose. Tyler could also see from the look in Jake’s eyes that if Tyler didn’t make this quick, that Jake would be at the ready with his other hose, too. As much fun as it would be to get Jake off in the middle of their neighborhood, the chances of Jake’s parents catching them was just too great. They were only safe for the moment because of Mark’s noble sacrifice. Mark wasn’t in any real mortal danger, but dealing with Jake’s parents could always be a grating task. Tyler slowly exhaled as he relaxed all the muscles in his body. His already massive cock quickly swelled to monolithic proportions. His mountainous shaft easily dwarfing the cars parked along the side of the street. Tyler’s gigantic nuts swelled along with his shaft; each orb quickly becoming too big for the street and spilling into the neighboring yards. Pretty soon one of Tyler’s enormous balls was filling much of his front yard while the other crushed Jake’s lawn. Jake just stood and stared in awe as Tyler’s glorious meat swelled to godly proportions. Tyler had easily surpassed Jake in size. Jake was jealous, sure, but he was also strangely proud to think that just two days ago, that beast was deeply imbedded inside of him. Jake could feel a strange longing and emptiness inside of him. He didn’t wish Tyler would shrink down again so that he could once again mount that beautiful specimen of manhood. If anything he wished that he could somehow become large enough that he could take all of Tyler’s leviathan at its true size. In Jake’s mind, he was down on all fours in front of Tyler. Jake was easily taller than any of the houses, even in his prostrate position. He was straddling the street as he waited for the epic drilling he so desperately longed for. One of his knees dug into the grass right in front of Tyler’s front door while his other dug deep into his own lawn. His gigantic hands were using the neighbor’s houses to steady himself as he lifted his ass up to the air for easy access. An equally massive Tyler stood over him; prepping his gigantic throbbing cock to take Jake’s ready hole. Tyler looked on with that smug look and lascivious grin. That grin. Always that grin. That grin got Jake hard every time, and this was no exception. Jake’s massive cock was hard before, but now it was rigid. Jake’s titanic rod was so hard and so huge, even compared to his current colossal size, that the head of his dick was poking his in the chin as he awaited Tyler’s cock from behind. Tiny beads of pre were dribbling out of the slit and crashing against the ground like meteors. Tyler pressed the head of his gigantic cock to the puckered entrance of Jake’s eager ass as he said “What’s the hold up? My sausage and eggs are getting fried over here!” “wut?” Jake was snapped back to reality after realizing that that last line was from the real Tyler. Tyler was antsily bouncing while his freight train of a cock lazed unmoving on the searing pavement. “Oh, right!” Jake pulled the trigger and unleashed a cool, refreshing cascade across Tyler’s rapidly dwindling behemoth. The cool water was a welcome addition for Tyler. Not only did it reduce his titanic cock from a holy shit huge size to a much more manageable frickin’ large size but it also helped to cool burning blacktop that had been cooking his dick like a gas station hot dog.  Tyler breathed a sigh of relief as his equipment stopped overheating. With his junk now safely reduced to a somewhat manageable size, Tyler began the laborious process of putting his eggs back in their basket; followed shortly after by putting his snake back in its den. After a few quick adjustments, Tyler was once again relatively mobile, and able to help Sam out of the jeep and back into the house. From the looks of things, Jake might need a little help too, since he was now well past a semi. Jake’s rising spire was making it near impossible for his to see where he was going. Seems someone had really enjoyed watching Tyler let it all hang out. Jake had even begun to dribble pre onto Tyler’s front lawn. Oh well, that grass needed to be watered anyway. Tyler went back around to the passenger side of the Jeep and helped Sam out. Sam was still being eerily quiet, even for Sam. Tyler wasn’t sure what all was going on in that head of his, but he hoped he could find a way to help. Tyler put one arm around Sam’s shoulder and led the cloaked figure into his house, while he grabbed the front of Jake’s tented briefs and guided him along with the other. This was getting to be an odd day, and given the state of the last few days, that is saying a lot. The three of them entered the house easily enough. They had to take turns, obviously, the door wasn’t big enough to allow two normal sized people to enter at the same time comfortably, let alone people sporting mammoth dongs. Tyler shut the door behind him and figured that they were all in the clear. All signs pointed to them having slipped in under the radar. Tyler’s mom should be at work right now. She should be, but she wasn’t. She was standing at the end of the hall with her mouth hanging open, and the bowl she was carrying lying shattered on the ground before her; the recently heated soup once held within now spreading out across the tile floor. Tyler froze dead in his tracks as they made eye contact. She quickly found her voice, and  lots of it. She spoke with a loud booming voice that was somehow both shrill and metered in a way that only a mother’s admonishment could be. “Tyler Daniel Simmons! What have you done to yourself?”

Chapter 31 - Geno-type pt. 31

Jake had never been happier to hear the bell announcing the end of the first class period. Not having a class to attend during the first class period may have seemed like a blessing, but it made for one of the most awkward blocks of time that Jake could ever remember. He really didn’t want to go home and risk a run in with his family, and he didn’t feel like going anywhere else. He figured he was better off staying where he was. Unfortunately, the school had a pretty strict policy about students wandering the halls. Students who were not currently in a class were relegated to the small foyer loading area in front of the main school building. Jake had to while away the time with the delinquents, the pot heads, and the hypochondriacs; waiting for mommy or daddy dearest to come along and take them home because of their latest bullshit ailment. All eyes were on Jake as he waited out his sentence in the scholastic purgatory that was the front foyer and not all of them were friendly. Now that Tyler was off on his own educational escapades, Jake was left to fend for himself, and Jake was quickly finding that being the biggest man on campus was not as fun as he had envisioned. When Jake was with Tyler, it was different. Tyler loved the attention. He lived for it. All Tyler ever wanted was to be the center of attention. Jake was able to play second string to Tyler and bask in the excess ego that his little lover was exuding. Their romp around coffee land had been one of the most fun experiences that Jake could remember. He had actually been able to feel at home putting on a show with Tyler. Now that Jake no longer had his leading man around to get the crowd going wild, Jake was unsure what to do. He didn’t like being under such scrutiny. It was as if everyone there was mentally dissecting him in some psychological science project. Jake could no longer slip into the shadows like he typically did. He was tall, sure, but he was so plain looking that he could sink into a crowd and get lost in the flow of people. Now that he was sporting the largest schlong this town had ever seen, there was no way Jake could ever not be the center of attention. Jake became super self conscious of himself all over again. His mind began picking and nagging at all his little quirks that he hated about himself. He couldn’t help but feel that all the eyes that were watching him were judging him just as harshly. Jake had thought having such a massive piece would be the end of his inferiority complex, but if anything it was now serving to magnify his problems. Not only did he have this stupid loping penguin gait thanks to the enormous dong he had bobbing along between his legs, but said dong was also a giant beacon to illuminate his flaws. Now that the bell had sounded to grant Jake access to the relative safety of his classrooms, he trudged off into the crowded halls of the school building. Even the halls, bustling with other students, didn’t give Jake the anonymity he craved. The flow of people parted before him like the Red Sea; everyone choosing to give his girth a wide berth. Jake had all eyes in the school on him, and all he wanted to do was fade into the shadows. Finally he arrived at his class of destination. They were having the final, but Jake had already opted out of it. He was basically just hiding out there for the duration of the class period. At least here he was in a group of thirty some people who he almost had some form of marginal appreciation for. Jake was not the type of person to open up to others easy. It typically took someone a long, long time for Jake to deem them decent enough for him to attempt first contact. As such, Jake had no actual friends in this class; just a lot of casual acquaintances. Jake took his seat, or rather, tried to take his seat. There was just no way he could cram all that meat in the little gap between the seat and the desk. Try as he might, Jake was just too large to get in to the rickety death traps that passed as student desks at this school. The little serving tray that passed as a desktop was firmly bolted to the armrest of the wooden seat, so that there was no means of even adjusting it. Jake’s antics had once again made him the center of attention. He could swear he even heard a few snickers, and not the good, gooey, nutty kind; the malicious taunting kind. Jake decided to cut his losses, and slunk back to the back corner of the room. He got as comfortable as he could; sitting on the cold tile with him back against the wall. At least here it would be harder for people to look at him. They would have to turn around in there seats to get a good look; not that he didn’t doubt that pretty much everyone in the class would be trying to sneak a peak at the bloated cock and balls huddled in the back of the room. Once everyone else was seated in their desks, the final exams were passed out. Jake was given one, but he had no intention of doing it. He was guaranteed an A+ in this class even if he had stayed home today. Taking the test would have been a huge waste of his time. Jake was smart, sure, but he also enjoyed doing things the easy way. That is to say, Jake was pretty damn lazy when he felt he could get away with it. As all the other students buried their head in their tests, Jake doodled strange, random symbols all across his exam. Symbols which were in no way meant to represent anything at all, but somehow all managed to look like rock hard, erect phalluses. Jake was using the top of his massive shaft as a desk, and he had to admit, it was plenty big enough for him to really spread out. The other students were busy trying to shift their test papers in awkward angles in order to make use of the few scant inches of particle board that they were given as a desk. Jake also loved the feeling of the pencil tip drawing long, loping trails along the soft, sensitive flesh of his endowment. Jake could feel the gargantuan mass before him begin to swell and twitch. He’d need to find a new way to pass the time before he started tenting in the middle of class. It wouldn’t be just a pup tent, either. We are talking a Ringling Bros. tent. There would be room for the whole class in there, and judging from the looks Jake was getting, there were at least a few people in the room who would be ready to climb right in. Jake let his mind wander. He really did love the behemoth in his pants. He loved how it dwarfed people around him. He wished he could let it inflate to its true size so everyone could marvel at how truly magnificent his cock was, but there were many reasons why he could not do that. He became completely immobile when he really let himself go, and there was always the little, teensy, problem about letting your cock hang out in public being illegal, regardless of the size. It would make life so much easier if he could have his sixty foot cock and still be fully mobile. Jake sighed wistfully. Tyler could be really short sighted sometimes. He was given the chance to make any of his wildest dreams come true, and he chose to let his dick grow unchecked. Jake couldn’t be too upset with Tyler, though. After all, he was reaping the benefits of Tyler’s little wish, and it is only because of Tyler’s errant growth that Jake was able to discover that Tyler was just as gay as he was. It was also the catalyst that brought Sam into their small circle of friends, and Jake was very glad to have met Sam. Looking back on it, he was happy about how things turned out. It was probably for the best that Tyler had not really put any thought into it and had just acted in accordance with his basest desires. Jake just wished that Tyler hadn’t been so hung up on his dick size. He could have asked for the power to grow any and all body parts. As much as Jake loved his boyfriend’s colossus, he wished he could have ridden it more than once. Why did the growth have to be so specific? Jake wished he could keep his sixty feet of magnificent cock, but be big enough to actually use it. In his daydream Jake was using the over one hundred feet tall and was using the Sears Tower to steady himself while an equally gigantic Tyler drilled him from behind. Jake’s daydreams were always vivid, but his supercharged hormones were causing his reverie to take on a life of its own. Jake’s mind was now his own private holodeck, and the computer had loaded the sexiest sim it could find. In his dream, Jake walked down the middle of the street. Either foot could easily crush a bus if he so chose, but Jake wasn’t here to cause trouble. He was just here to be loved. The street was completely empty, but the sidewalks were lined with people who were just there to see him. All eyes were on Jake, but he actually didn’t mind. He enjoyed it, in fact. These weren’t the cold, hateful eyes that he always felt on him. These were the eyes of people who genuinely wanted to see him. Jake felt popular, good looking, and well liked by everyone. It was as if he had finally outgrown his anxiety. Jake was now so huge that the demons that had plagued him could do nothing but cower in fear of the titan he had become. Jake continued to walk down the street as the crowds of onlookers cheered him on. He ran one hand across the large brick buildings beside him. He could feel the bumps and ridges as his fingertips dragged across the windows; easily eclipsing the entire frame. He was the sole participant in a parade that was held in his honor. He swaggered down the street; his immense cock swinging heavily from side to side as he did. At the lowest point of it’s arc, Jake’s meaty pendulum came but a few scant inches from scraping the pavement below him. His adoring fans reached up to the sky; trying desperately to place a hand upon the glorious dick swaying right over their heads. Jake continued his triumphant march until the road opened up into a large central park. Standing in the middle was Tyler; every bit as tall as Jake and beaming with pride. Tyler had nothing on but a comically out of place black bow tie. It was obvious that Tyler was trying to dress classy, but he had only succeeded in looking like a Chippendale’s dancer. Jake raised an eyebrow questioningly at Tyler. Tyler just smirked like he always does and got down on one knee in front of Jake. Tyler reached down under his arm and pulled out a large golden, gem-encrusted, ring. There is no telling where he was hiding such a thing. He didn’t have any clothes on, and so pockets were out of the question. The ring was far too large to fit in a pocket anyway. Jake instinctively knew that this ring was an engagement ring and hat Tyler was proposing to him. Jake’s eyes lit up and the biggest, happiest smile he had ever managed crossed his face. His smile was so wide that it hurt his cheeks, but he had never been happier in his life. Jake tried to scream “Yes!” He wanted to accept Tyler’s proposal, but no words would come out. He just continued beaming and nodded emphatically. Jake held out his hand for Tyler to put the ring on, but he quickly realized that the ring was far too large for his finger. It was even too large for his arm. Jake could wear the enormous band as a belt if he wanted to. Tyler just grinned as his eyes sparkled lasciviously. Jake knew exactly what that ring was meant for. His cock began inflating in anticipation. Tyler lifted up the tip of Jake’s colossal semi and slipped the ring over it. Slowly and seductively, Tyler slid the ring up along Jake’s length until it rested snugly at the base of the shaft. Tyler stood up and stared longingly into Jake’s eyes. They both wanted to kiss each other so bad, but something was holding them back. They were waiting for something, some signal. Suddenly there was a loud bang as a giant book slammed shut. Jake and Tyler looked to see that Sam was now there with them. He had just slammed a large, leather bound tome shut. Sam was wearing nothing but a white collar like one a priest would wear. Sam smiled at them and nodded. They may now kiss their respective husband. Jake and Tyler leapt into each others arms and joined together in one long passionate kiss. The adoring citizens erupted into even louder cheers as the two celebrated their first kiss as a married couple. Jake and Tyler finally broke apart their passionate kiss; a long strand of saliva still connecting their lips like a red string of fate. Jake could feel his wedding ring digging deep into his shaft as his gigantic dick sprung to life. Jake could see that Tyler was sporting just as much of a raging erection as he was. Neither of them could wait to get to the honeymoon, and judging from the roar of the crowd, their fans were ready for it as well. Tyler quickly took charge as he leaned in close to Jake. He kissed a trail down the nape of Jake’s neck while he worked over the head of Jake’s cock with his hand. Jake’s mountainous cock was gushing pre as Tyler ran his thumb across the slit; occasionally even slipping it all the way in. Jake was so horny by now, but even without the ring keeping him bottled up, he refused to cum yet. Tyler knew exactly what Jake was waiting for. He gesture for Jake to turn around and gave a seductive wink. That was all the encouragement Jake needed. He turned around, and leaned against the skyscraper before him; presenting his eager ass for his lover to take. Tyler wasted no time in shoving his leviathan into Jake. It slid in easily, and yet stretched Jake out farther than he had ever been stretched before. Jake felt his ring of muscles stretched to their maximum. Jake could feel the immense rod of his newly christened husband filling every inch of him. It was as if his entire life had led up to this point. All the emptiness Jake had felt inside was just waiting for Tyler’s giant cock to fill it up. Tyler thrust deep into Jake’s ass over and over. Jake’s subconscious was becoming as overcome with lust as the rest of his mind. The scenery and revelers bled together into surreal mass of color, but Tyler remained just as vivid and real as ever. Tyler came hard, deep inside of Jake; the warm, gooey cum filling Jake even more. Large globs of jizz seeped out of Jake’s ass and into the blur of the crowd. The vaguely human splotches of color eagerly awaited the rain of seed from the two titanic lovers. Finally, even the gemmed wedding band around his cock was no longer enough to keep Jake from cumming. He sprayed large, thick waves of spooge; adding a Jackson Pollock flair to the erotic Van Gogh painting of his dreamscape. Jake was rudely snapped back to reality by a loud thunk. His throbbing erection had just bumped loudly against the ceiling of the classroom. Beads of pre had long since seeped through his pants and had run down the length of his shaft; pooling on the ground around his gigantic balls. Jake had just done exactly what he had set out to avoid. He was too horny to care, though. He needed to get off and soon. Jake weakly raised his hand. “I need to go to the bathroom…” There was really no point in hiding what he was about to do. Anyone with at least one working eye could see that Jake was in dire need of pounding one out. The teacher just nodded towards the hall pass; too stunned by the lewd display to even speak. Jake staggered out into the hall. There was only one place in the school that might be able to handle him like this. Jake hurried off to the locker rooms as fast as he could with the awkward pillar stretching out in front of him. Jake was leaving a trail of pre as he walked; still unable to shake the amazing daydream he had just had. Jake was so glad when he reached the locker room. He had only been in here once before when he had come to give Tyler a ride after practice. The place was packed with hot, naked guys at that time. Just thinking about all those sexy, nude bodies running around pushed him even closer to the edge. He was almost a little disheartened to see the room completely empty. He would have gladly accepted help with his little predicament. Jake haphazardly pulled off his clothes as he stumbled to the shower area. There was no way he was going to fit into a stall, but maybe being close enough to all these drains would allow the impending deluge of spooge to drain away. Jake managed to step out of his briefs. When he let go of them, the resulting catapult effect of his rock hard cock snapping to its full upright and locked position caused the soaked and stretched undies to fly across the room. Jake belly flopped onto his newly freed hardon and began grinding against the tile floor. He had been so close to blowing his load for so long now that he began cumming in no time at all. Jake continued pumping his gigantic cock against the floor as wave after massive wave of creamy jizz spewed forth from his cock. Jake exulted in the release as he tried desperately to relieve the sheer joy of his reverie. In Jake’s sex addled mind, the sloshing pool of spunk flooding the room was the amorphous blur of the crowd, cheering at his and Tyler’s titanic wedding ceremony. Once Jake was finally spent, he lay sprawled out across his enormous cock as he dreamed of the future. He was still a little tense about what tonight would bring, but he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Tyler. The joy and excitement of one day popping the question to his dearly beloved gave him hope for the future. It would be a rough road getting there, but it would be worth it. 

Chapter 27 - Geno-type pt. 27

Sam just lay there for awhile. His mind was too foggy from the orgasm that had just rocked him to his core, and his body was so tired and sore from the epic ordeal he had just overcome. He could feel the giant puddle of jizz he was suspended in slowly disperse as what couldn’t be absorbed by the already saturated earth spread outwards.             Sam wanted to lie there forever. Not just because he was so comfortable, but also because he was dreading getting up; he knew his dick was now beyond huge. He could feel it bobbing along with the ebb and flow of the cum current. He could also feel his now massive nuts bumping against the ground below him; his huge balls were the only part of his body to touch the ground.             Somewhere deep in the back of Sam’s mind he wondered if he was still growing. He wasn’t sure how the growth worked. Was it just the initial contact that spurred the growth on? Would continuous contact continue to keep the process going? If the latter were true, Sam was in trouble. He was bathing in the spunk right now, and had been for several minutes. Then again, he was been laminated in the spooge earlier, and his growth had halted after a short burst.             Either way, this growth spurt was the biggest one he had seen yet, and his cock was as small as it was going to get. He shuddered as he thought about just how big he would be when he got to his full size. He remembered Jake’s colossus towering over his house. Would Sam be that big soon, too? Sam turned his head a bit to get a look at the flaccid behemoth that was pouring out of his bedroom. His friend’s huge meat would give a greyhound bus an inadequacy complex.             Seeing Jake’s monumental cock reminded him of the purpose of his little escapade. He needed to get that beast down to a more manageable size so Jake and Tyler could escape their erotic prison. Sam could feel a little smile playing at the corner of his mouth as he thought to himself “well, that certainly gives new meaning to the term ‘cock blocked.’”             Sam felt his butt bump against the grass as the lake of jizz finally dispersed. He should probably get up and help Jake and Tyler now. Sam struggled to his feet; his arm and leg muscles were screaming at him after the workout he had just put them through. Sam could feel his stomach drop as he stood fully upright, but his nuts didn’t come with him. They still rested heavily in the muck. Sam slowly looked down; the fear welling up inside him as he could see his newly grown cock for the first time.             Sam had always had large balls. They were low hangers, like Tyler’s but they were big. Even before his growth, Sam had big, full bull balls that swung around heavily when he walked around. Part of the reason Sam loved to wear boxers was to give them room to roll around. His dick was a decent enough length, but when he was soft, his balls used to hang down even lower than his dick. It made sense that now that his dick was longer than his legs, his balls would hang lower, too.             Sam didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. This whole situation was ludicrous. He was a freak of nature, and there was no way he could try and hide it anymore. Anywhere he went people would easily see the obscenely huge bulge in his pants. His modeling career was over before it had even started. Even Dalton, who seemed to love huge cocks, would be disgusted by this grotesque mass that dangled between Sam’s legs.             Sam had almost forgotten about Dalton. Just remembering made his heart ache. Sam knew he had no chance with Tyler, and Dalton was currently his best bet. He did like Dalton, right? Sam tried to think. Sam really didn’t know too much about him. All Sam knew was that Dalton seemed to be enraptured by Sam’s large dick, and that Dalton really knew how to charm people. Sam blushed just thinking about the things Dalton had said to him. Sam had never had anyone say he was beautiful before; he would love to hear it again sometime.             Other than that, what did he know about Dalton? Dalton was a bit of a hipster; an alright student; maybe even a bit of a playboy. Sam really didn’t know much else. If Dalton didn’t run screaming from him the second he saw the graboid crawling around between Sam’s legs he would be sure to get to know him better.               Sam slowly stomped through the muck; his massive dong and enormous balls dragging awkwardly behind him. He had found the hose easily enough and begun to spray himself down. The cum was on there thick. Not just that, but it seemed extra sticky. Sam pulled the trigger all the way as blasted his skin at full blast. The close range pressure washing helped wash the extra gunk off of him, but it left his skin sore and red.             Once Sam was satisfied with how clean he was, he walked back to the stairway and began to hose down Jake’s colossal cock. The mountainous expanse of dick receded back onto the landing. Jake was still standing there in the doorway; not that he could have gone anywhere in his previous state.             Jake was conflicted. He was glad to see Sam and was glad to be down to a more manageable size, but he was also a little sad to see all that glorious cock reduced down to such a meager size. Just thinking about how huge he had been a second ago made him start to get aroused again.             Jake’s boner was cut off before it could really get started, though. He began to remember what it was like to be fully hard at his monumental size, which was amazing, but with the memory of his size came the memory of Sam’s peril. Jake was disgusted with himself. He hated how he had let his libido get the better of him. He had endangered his friend’s life because he could not keep his raging hormones in check. The sense of guilt and shame that Jake felt overpowered his horniness, and his arousal quickly dissipated.             Jake reached down and pulled up the underwear tat he was currently wearing down around his ankles. It took him a minute or two, but he managed to get his brief back on. His magnificent cock looked even paltrier now that it was compressed under a layer of fabric. To anyone else but Jake, his gigantic package looked incredibly huge. The sheer size of it was mind blowing; not to mention how fully it filled out his pants. Jake’s mammoth cock was straining against the confines of its fabric prison; it looked about ready to break free at any second.             Once Jake was back down to a reasonable size and was what passes as clothed for him, he moved out of the doorway so Sam could get in. Sam entered his room, and could see Tyler against the wall. Tyler gave him a sheepish grin. Sam could quickly see why Tyler was acting like he was. Tyler’s dick was still stuck in the window. Even after it had deflated quite a bit, it was jammed in there pretty well. Had Tyler grown even more while he was plowing the window? It wouldn’t surprise Sam at all if that were the case; it would make Sam’s extra strength growth spurt make more sense as well, too.             Tyler just pointed at his huge dick with both thumbs and asked “Think you could help me with this?” Tyler was super embarrassed to be in the position he was in. He must have looked ridiculous. Not only because Sam could tell that Tyler had been humping his window, but because Tyler was left in a very vulnerable position. Tyler knew he had no one to blame for his predicament but himself, but he also knew that if he ever found himself in the same position he had been in earlier, he would do the exact same thing.             Sam just shook his head slowly as he rolled his eyes. Sam walked up to Tyler’s mega cock and began pulling at it while Tyler did the same thing from the other side. It really wasn’t wedged in there all that tight, but it was so huge and so thick around, that it was hard to get a decent grip onto it. With the two of them working together, Tyler’s gigantic dick easily popped out of the open portal and flopped heavily onto the spongy carpet.             Tyler breathed a sigh of relief when his huge dick was free of its prison, and he began rubbing the area where the window frame had been digging into his flesh; there was a visible red ring around his shaft where the flow of blood had been obstructed. Tyler gave a quick nod to Sam to show his appreciation. “Thanks a bunch. I got a little carried away there.” Tyler gave a short sheepish chuckle and then gestured to the huge cock and balls Sam was struggling to drag around with him. “I’m actually surprised to see you didn’t shrink back down before coming in.”             Sam’s eyes narrowed as he glared at Tyler. “I did.”             Tyler cocked his head to the side a bit and raised an eyebrow questioningly. Sam seemed a little bit miffed. Sam nodded towards Tyler’s gigantic dick and then towards the window as he stood there with his arms crossed sternly in front of him. Tyler quickly caught on. “…oh.”             Tyler really wanted to laugh. The whole scenario was hilarious when you thought about it, not to mention extremely hot. He had accidentally given Sam one hell of a cum bath. Tyler really wished he could have seen it. Even at his condensed size, that last load felt like his biggest yet. It was almost as if his monolithic load had been compressed down as well. As if his jet stream had been several times thicker than it would have been at his full size. It definitely seemed to have a much stronger affect than it normally did, if Sam’s huge dick was any indication; it had to be at least twice as long as it was before.             Tyler tried his best to keep a straight face. He didn’t understand why Sam seemed to be so upset. Sam loved having a huge dick just as much as he did. Didn’t he? Something was bugging Sam, though, and it seemed to be directly related to the huge piece of meat Sam was struggling to drag around his room. Tyler tried his best to give Sam a reassuring smile. “I’m sorry?” Tyler hoped that Sam would accept his apology, but he didn’t feel like he needed to apologize in the first place.             Sam just sighed. He dropped his arms and his stern glare in the process. He knew that there was nothing he could do about it now. His efforts were better spent trying to make the best of his current measurements. Speaking of measurements, he would need to take some soon, and get to work on his own pair of briefs for tomorrow. Like it or not, he was one of the big boys now, and he had better dress accordingly.             Sam looked over at the clock. It was already almost midnight. They would need to get some sleep soon if they didn’t want to be dead tired in class tomorrow, and there was a lot that needed to be done before they went to sleep. “Alright. It’s getting late. We need to get a plan ready for tomorrow.”             Jake just looked around uncertainly. He didn’t really have any plans for tomorrow. He was technically finished with school, but he knew that Sam and Tyler would need to go. Jake had the dubious honor of being their sole source of transportation, so that meant he had to go too. Even with his mobility restored by Sam’s invention, Jake wasn’t entirely sure he was ready to go out in public. On one hand he was happy with how huge he was getting. He knew that he was bigger than anyone had ever been before. Everyone who saw him would be able to instantly see it, but Jake also didn’t like causing trouble. He couldn’t see how swinging his massive dick around in public would be a good idea.             Tyler on the other hand was fully hung-ho about going out and being seen by as many people as possible. He loved being the center of attention, and he now had the equipment to make sure that no one would be able to take their eyes off of him. Come tomorrow morning, he would have an entire school of adoring fans. “It seems easy enough to me. We get dressed and we go to school. Everything else that happens, happens.” Tyler nodded in agreement with himself. He was obviously very pleased with himself and his prospects for tomorrow.             Jake slowly nodded in agreement. He wanted to go too, but not for the same reasons as Tyler. Jake was exited to see how little everyone else would be compared to him, but Jake didn’t dare mention this to anyone else. He was still trying to come to terms with this strange, dark part of his subconscious.             Sam had figured all along that they would be going back to class. He was just hoping that his friends would give him an excuse to stay home. At least with Tyler around, no one would pay Sam much mind; as huge as Sam was, he was a small fry next to Tyler. Sam also really wanted to see Dalton again. He hoped that Dalton would not be too freaked out when he saw Sam. Who knows, Dalton was a self-confessed size queen. Maybe he’d even like it?             Just thinking about Dalton worshipping his cock made Sam begin to get aroused all over again. He could feel his enormous dick stirring to life and swelling up as he imagined Dalton worshipping every inch of his colossus. Sam begrudgingly shook the thought out of his mind. He needed to be the rational one here, and it was far more likely that Dalton would be scared off by the grotesque mass of flesh protruding obscenely between Sam’s legs. “Alright, fine, but we’ll need clothes and some sleep. It would also be great if we could get clean before going. I really don’t want to go to school reeking of cum.”             Tyler nodded in agreement. “Yeah. You’re totally right. I’ll wait until you get there before I hose you down again.” He was grinning ear to ear. He had a devious glint in his eyes that made him look like a very horny Cheshire Cat. This made Jake start laughing, which in turn caused Tyler to start laughing, too. Both of them abruptly stopped when they saw the seething death stare that Sam was giving them. Geez. He was touchy tonight.             “Anyway.” Sam gave both Jake and Tyler another menacing glare before continuing. “I figure if we wash your clothes really quick, we can have those ready for tomorrow. In the meantime I can whip up another batch of skivvies. I’ll obviously need a pair for tomorrow.” Sam demeanor became noticeably sullen as he said the last little bit.             Jake and Tyler looked at each other and then down at their briefs. They had gotten some cum smeared onto them during their most recent shooting match, and would obviously need a good rinsing before being worn out in public. The clothes they had arrived in were now white and crusty after having been so thoroughly soaked in jizz and then left to dry.             Jake scooped up his and Tyler’s old clothes and began emptying the pockets. “That’s probably for the best. I’m tired after today anyway, so let’s turn in soon.” As Jake emptied the pockets he could see that his phone was dead. His battery life sucked so bad, so it really wasn’t any surprise. Tyler’s phone still had a little juice left, though. Tyler also had quite a few missed calls and messages. Jake thought this was a little odd since he was the only one to call or text Tyler on a regular basis, but didn’t feel it worth his time to look into. “Yo. Someone’s been trying to get in touch.”             Jake lobbed the phone to Tyler, who easily caught it and began checking the messages. They were surprisingly all from his mom. Tyler’s mom typically accepted that Tyler could vanish off to a friend’s house for a day or two and not call in. She would occasionally drop him a text seeing if she should plan on him being home for dinner or something to that effect, but this was something else entirely; several missed calls, voice messages, texts. Something was going down.             Tyler thumbed through his texts really quickly. “Don’t let Jake call his parents.”             “Don’t let him check his messages.”             “Better just keep him off the phone altogether.”             Tyler really didn’t like where this was going and so he dialed into his voicemail. Sure enough, the message there was from his mom as well. “Hey, sweetie, listen. I was talking with Jake’s folks. I let slip that you two were, well… together. I tried to pass it off as a joke, but they aren’t taking it well at all. I didn’t know what to do. I’ve called Mark. He’ll be here tomorrow. Hopefully he can handle them. Try and lay low until then. If you have a friend’s place you can stay at, then do so.”             Tyler could feel his heart drop into his stomach. He knew Jake’s parents were a little old fashioned, but they seemed like decent enough people. They were very strict, though. If his mother was worried then he was worried. Tyler just had to hope that Uncle Mark could handle them.             Uncle Mark wasn’t actually Tyler’s uncle, or anyone’s uncle for that matter. He is Jake’s older brother. When Jake and Tyler were really little and Mark was still staying with his parents, he would often be the one to look after the two boys. Being almost twenty years older than Jake made him seem less of a brother and more of a father figure. Somewhere along the years, Tyler had started calling him “Uncle Mark” a title that Jake picked up on, too. It quickly became his official title in Tyler’s household.             Mark had finally completed his Masters degree and moved out to pursue his own career about six years ago, but he still stayed in touch. In many ways he was closer with Tyler’s parents than he had ever been with his own, and he was definitely closer with Jake than he had ever been with their older brother.             After hearing his mother’s warnings, Tyler quickly texted a reply to his mom and then deleted all of his messages. Tyler hated lying. He was awful at it, but he had to do it to protect Jake. Tyler turned his phone off and set it on the desk as he heard Jake ask “What did your mom want?” Shit. Jake must have seen her name when he glanced at the phone. At least, Tyler knew there was no way Jake could have checked the messages; he hadn’t unlocked the phone before passing it to Tyler.             Tyler tried to play it cool as best he could. “Apparently the house cleaner called earlier. She says we either need to pay her double or let her start filming whatever it is we did up there.” This was technically true. Tyler had had one message to this effect much earlier on in the day. Tyler tried his best to smile, but it felt like he was trying too hard. Tyler was afraid that Jake would be able to catch on to the amount of effort it was taking him to just crack even a basic smile.             Jake just rolled his eyes. “Surely that’s not the only thing she said.” “Haha. Yeah. You got me. She talked to Uncle Mark earlier. He was going to come visit tomorrow.” Tyler was fidgeting. A lot. Jake knew there was something he wasn’t telling him. “That’s good news… right?” Tyler knew he was busted, but he still had to limit the impact. Tyler couldn’t even look Jake in the eyes as he continued. “Well. He wants to be here to help you break the news to your parents.” Jake swallowed hard. He had been so caught up in all the fun he had been having with Tyler the past few days he hadn’t even considered how his parents would react. For years, Mark was the only person who had known. It was Mark who had suggested Jake use the old chest in the closet to hide his toys, and it was Mark who had bought most of the contents or had taken Jake to pick out his own. They had gotten some strange looks when they first visited the stores, but Mark had managed to pass himself off Jake’s father; having the same surname on their respective IDs helped a lot. The shop workers were very nice to them, and were very pleased to see someone who was so supportive of their son in such a difficult time in any young man’s life; especially a gay one. Jake was relieved that Tyler’s mom had had the foresight to call Mark first before telling his parents. Mark had always told Jake to be sure and call him first, whenever he decided to finally give their parents the talk. Mark had always been the most rebellious of their three sons, and so he knew a thing or two about standing up to them. Jake was very nervous about what tomorrow would hold, but now that he had his brother and his boyfriend by his side, he felt much more confident. Tyler waited anxiously for any response from Jake. Tyler hadn’t technically lied, but he had skewed the truth enough to make him very uncomfortable. He could only hope that Jake would buy his story. “So… are you ok?” Jake was so caught up worrying about tomorrow that he had forgotten to pay attention to what was happening around him. He could see the worry etched into Tyler’s face. Jake’s demeanor immediately softened. “Oh. Yeah. I’m fine. I think I’m ready. They have to find out sometime, right? And with you by my side I am sure I’ll be fine… You will be there, right?” Tyler immediately perked up. “Of course! I’ll be there for you whenever you need me. I always have been and always will be.” Tyler began running slowly towards Jake and Jake began to do the same towards Tyler. Had this been a movie, Rhapsody in G would be blaring in the background, and the slow running would be a result of cinematic magic. As it was, the only soundtrack to this scene was the smushy, squishing sound of footfalls on the saturated carpet, and the slow running was just a side effect of the two boys struggling to move while being weighted down by their enormous dicks and balls. Their huge packages obstructed them further as their cocks and balls smashed against each other as they tried to embrace. The two boys had to crawl over their own members in order to get into arms reach of each other. Once, they did, though, they embraced long and passionately and kissed each other deeply. Sam was once again left to feel like the third wheel, but he knew that this was for the best. He really liked Jake and Tyler, and was happy for them. If anyone deserved each other it was these two. Sam silently walked around the room collecting pieces of clothing to throw into the washer. He hoped that whatever happened next, Tyler and Jake would at least try and limit the damage to his already defiled living quarters. Sam flung his massive cock over his shoulder and slowly walked down the stairs with the bundle of clothes to be washed. He was genuinely happy for them and was feeling all warm and fuzzy after watching the touching moment Jake and Tyler had shared. Sam hoped that he found someone like that some day; someone who would be able to see pass the giant mass of sex that was now larger than Sam’s body. It was slow going, trying to walk down the stairs. It really didn’t help that Sam’s huge nuts now hung lower than his ankles. They were also so huge that he couldn’t fit them side by side on the stairway. He eventually settled on a system where he would prop himself up on his the railing using his hands while he used his feet to guide his balls down the steps. He was able to keep the laundry balanced in his lap as he walked down the railing on his palms and rode his nuts down the stairs. He had expected it to hurt a lot more than it had, but at his current size, each foot drop was roughly akin to an inch drop for a normal person. Sam was glad to finally be on the ground floor. There were no more stairs between him and the utility room where the washer was kept. The house was pitch black and completely silent as Sam crept around. He hoped to be in and out without his dad catching him. It seemed like Sam had made it too. He loaded the clothes into the washer, tossed in some detergent, and set the cycle to run. Once Sam was satisfied that the washing machine could handle the rest of the task without him, he brushed his hands together with a few satisfied smacks; this was both a gesture of accomplishment and a method of shaking off the powdered jizz flakes that Sam had gotten all over his hands from handling the cum-crusted clothing. Sam turned around the see his father standing in the doorway glaring at it. Sam’s heart stopped and his body tensed up with fear. He had no idea how his father would react to seeing him like this. Sam’s dad looked his son up and down; noticing the modifications that had been made since last he saw them. “You got bigger.” Sam stood up straight and rigid as if he were an army recruit being grilled by some tough talking drill instructor. Now that he was no longer making an effort to try and balance his massive dick over his shoulder, it quickly rolled off and crashed against the floor with a loud smack. “Yes, sir” was all that Sam could manage. He stared straight ahead, not daring to make eye contact. Sam’s dad puffed up his chest as stared down his son. The two were roughly the same height, but Sam’s dad had a far bulkier build. Years of working hard construction had given him solid muscles, and years of not worrying too much about his diet had added even more bulk on top of that. Sam’s dad completely dwarfed his lithe son. “I’ve seen the other boys. They are bigger.” Sam nodded; still too panicked to read his father’s tone. “Yes, sir.” Sam’s father’s eyes narrowed even further. “Do you know what you are doing?” Sam couldn’t answer. He didn’t fully understand the question, and his brain was on the verge of a full meltdown. Todd had always been a man of few words and fewer facial expressions. Wanda had been the first woman to ever be able to see through his stoic mask and understand his feelings. You wouldn’t know it by looking at him, but marrying her made him the happiest man in the world. Then Sam was born and it seemed like his life was getting better every day. Wanda had been taken from them far too early. Todd missed her every day of his life, but he was glad to have Sam around. He could see so much of her in his son; especially in his smile and the way he laughed. When Sam had come out and had his entire life upended, it hurt Todd more than he would ever show. Every day Sam’s emotions seemed to dull and he became more and more like his father. It tore him up inside to see that vacant expression on Sam’s face, but he never was any good at expressing himself. He couldn’t give Sam the help that he knew Sam needed. When Sam had shown up with two new friends, Todd was at first shocked to see their odd proportions. He had never known people could get to be so big down there; even Sam’s had surprised him. He certainly didn’t get that from his side of the family, but as shocking as their appearances were, their effect on Sam’s mood was undeniable. Sam was laughing for the first time ages. As much as Todd hated dark elves and especially spiders, if Sam had met a Drider that made him laugh like that, Todd would walk up and shake both of his hands and all eight of his legs.  Still, seeing Sam with a cock that was bigger than his body was hard to take in, especially after seeing that whale of a dick that was shooting out of his guest house earlier. It’s probably a good thing that Todd had no idea about Sam having played Jonah with that same whale earlier in the night. Todd was worried that his son would lose himself to whatever was happening with those other two. At the same time, he didn’t want to try and tear Sam away from the first friends he had made that had managed to crack his shell. Todd was trying to have a heart to heart with Sam, but he could see the terror welling up in his son’s eyes. Todd was not actually mad at Sam at all; just worried. He wished there was some way that he could get through to Sam. Todd did the one thing he could think of. He pulled Sam in and hugged him tight. “Just promise me that you’ll be careful.” Sam was shocked when his dad had hugged him like that. He was so sure that his father would be repulsed by his appearance. He would be so disgusted by the freak that Sam was becoming. Sam thought for sure that his dad disapproved of his new friends. Maybe Tyler was right all along. Maybe his dad really was just happy for him. Once the shock passed, Sam began to relax. He didn’t dislike his dad. He loved him, in fact, but it he was just so hard to read. Sam could never be sure how his dad had taken his coming out. They had never really talked about it at all. Sam was so happy when his dad had kicked out his last girlfriend after what she had said. Maybe he should have actually told his dad that sometime. Sam hugged his dad back. “Thank you… for everything. I mean it.”             When Sam and his dad eventually broke their embrace Sam could see that his dad’s eyes were wet. This was the closest Sam had ever seen him come to crying. Sam’s father put one thick hand on his shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze before he turned and silently left the room.             Sam was feeling much better about everything that was happening in his life. He had hope for tomorrow again. Maybe people could see past his newly enhance equipment. His thoughts returned to Dalton. Who knows, maybe he’d even like Sam’s changes. Sam blushed as a goofy smile spread across his face. Maybe Dalton would even want to join him. 

Chapter 29 - Geno-type pt. 29

Sam stared down at the phone number in shock and disbelief. Was there really someone who was interested in him? Sam was hesitant to let himself believe that this phone number was really meant for him; especially with other fine specimens such as Tyler in the room with him.             Tyler could tell that Sam was a little doubtful. It would be kind of cute the way Sam was so oblivious to his obvious sex appeal, if it weren’t so sad. Sam was a one of a kind kind of guy, but he was too scarred and skittish from his rough past to realize it. Tyler placed a hand reassuringly on Sam’s shoulder. “You should at least text him. Let him know you are at least interested.”             Sam nodded and nervously began punching in the name and number into his contact list. Then, with equally shaky hands, Sam typed a message into his phone. “Hey. It’s Sam. Maybe we could hang out sometime? When you aren’t working.” Sam took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he hit send.             Jake, Tyler and Sam all watched Lyle work. They could see him perk up a bit as his phone buzzed, but it was far too busy at the moment for him to check it. They could all see the excitement on his face. There was finally enough of a lull in the workload for him to sneak a peak at his cell; the three boys were on the edges of their seats waiting for his reaction.             When Lyle saw the message he could not contain his joy. A huge smile spread across his face. Any who saw him would agree that the smile made him at least five times more attractive. The expression of sheer joy didn’t fade from his face for the rest of his shift. As a result, it was one of the best days for tips that that shop had seen.             The boys wished they could stay a little longer, but it was getting close to time for class. They got up from their seats; they had chosen to sit on the couches in the corner of the shop; there was no way they could sit at a regular table with their immense packages protruding so far in front of them. Sam made sure to turn and give a friendly wave goodbye to Lyle. Lyle was a little sad to see them go, but the little extra gesture of friendship from Sam at the end more than made up for it.             They all filed into Jake’s jeep much like they had earlier. The little excursion had lifted all of their spirits. Sam was all giddy from having been hit on and from the prospects of maybe having a viable candidate for boyfriend. Jake was happy for Sam, but he was also really enjoying the feeling of power that came from having all of those people be so jealous of him. Tyler was also really happy for Sam; he was always happy to help a friend. He also loved being the center of attention, and all the lusty glares that were on him while he was helping Sam was a huge bonus.             It took only a few minutes for them to drive from the coffee shop back over to the school. Jake pulled into a parking spot, and Sam and Tyler got out. “Well, I actually have a final in my first period, so I have to get going.” Tyler leaned in and gave Jake a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you around.” With that Tyler turned and walked briskly to class. Well, as briskly as one with such a cumbersome bulge could manage, anyway.             Sam hung around for a second before placing his hand on Jake’s shoulder. “Hey, so… I know you don’t know me that well yet, but I heard about the whole coming out tonight thing. If there’s anything I could do to help, just let me know.” Sam gave a kind of shaky awkward smile. He wasn’t nearly as good at giving reassuring grins to his friends as Tyler was, but he meant well.            Jake nodded to Sam and managed to smile. “Thanks. I know we have only really known each other for a day, but I already consider you among my closest friends. I’ll let you know if I think of anything, but I think for tonight, at least, it will be just Tyler and I.”             Sam nodded. He was sure that if anyone could help Jake out, it was Tyler, but Sam wished there was more he could do for his new friend. “I’ve got to get going. I’ll see you around.”             Jake watched as Sam hurried off to class as well. It occurred to Jake that he didn’t actually have Sam’s number. Not that it really mattered. Jake didn’t have a working phone, either. If Jake wanted to reach anyone he’d have to use Tyler’s phone, and Tyler had Sam’s number. Although, come to think of it, Jake had over an hour to kill before his first class of the day. He could just charge his phone while he waited.             Jake looked down to see an empty socket where his phone charger should have been. Jake sighed. Tyler can be a bit of a space cadet at times. He must have pulled out the charger when he grabbed his phone. So much for that idea. Jake debated going back home, but he decided against it. He really didn’t want to face his parents yet, and it seemed like a waste of time. Jake really didn’t need his phone for today.             That still left him with a lot of time to kill. Maybe he could go chill out at the Starbucks a little longer.  He really enjoyed all the stares he was getting from the people around him. Jake had never been one to really like to stand out in a crowd, but he was seriously beginning to rethink his stance. Jake eventually decided against doing this, too. It wouldn’t be nearly as fun without his friends there with him. Jake sighed again before getting out of the car. He’ll just have to keep himself entertained around campus. Sam was still flying high on cloud nine as he strolled through the corridors. He was so happy to have some guy’s phone number; a guy who was cute and genuinely seemed interested in him, no less. He didn’t seem turned off by Sam’s grotesquely huge dick, either. Sam was totally going to follow up on with this guy if Dalton ended up running screaming from the building the second he saw Sam’s monstrous cock. Sam would probably follow up with this new guy anyway. Sam was still not sure what he thought about Dalton. The sex had been awesome, don’t get him wrong on that, but Sam was hoping for something a little more than just casual sex. He wanted someone he could just enjoy hanging out with; maybe catch some cheesy date movies with from time to time, too. Sam was too caught up in his thought to notice the guy sneaking up behind him. Sam froze as he felt an arm slide over his shoulder and snake back across his chest. The mysterious person pulled Sam in tight, and with their other hand, grabbed Sam’s dick and began massaging it. Sam recognized Dalton’s voice instantly as he seductively whispered into Sam’s ear. “Oh? For me? You shouldn’t have.” Sam could feel himself getting harder by the second as Dalton continued to rub his enormous cock in the middle of the crowded hallway; occasionally even slipping his hand down lower and giving Sam’s hefty nuts a nice, hard squeeze. Sam was glad he had used the extra strength fabric. His gigantic cock was pressing against the confines of its cloth casing; bulging out in obscene ways like a gremlin about to burst from its cocoon. Beads of pre seeped through the fabric and began to dribble on to the floor. Even with the reinforced fabric Sam had used, he doubted his pants would last much longer against the behemoth straining to break free. Sam’s sexy moaning had attracted a lot of attention. Fellow students had stopped to gawk at the erotic scene playing out in front of them. Dalton watched the crowd form around him with a menacing and seductive glare that seemed to say both “Back off, this one is mine.” And “I bet you wish I would do this to you, too.”  Dalton sucked on Sam’s neck like some cliché movie vampire, the classy oldschool variety, not those sparkly new age retro hippy vampires; leaving Sam with an impressively painful looking hickey. Dalton whispered huskily into Sam’s ear, “Getting a little crowded here, don’t you think? I think it’s time we went somewhere a little more… intimate.” Dalton gave Sam’s earlobe a quick nibble as he dragged Sam to a nearby supply closet. Sam was so hard it hurt. His briefs were now permanently stretched out and soaked clear through. He left a trail of pre behind as Dalton pulled him away. Once they were in the closet, Dalton flipped the lights on and shoved Sam down onto the floor. “Off with them.” Dalton barked as he pulled his shirt off over his head. Sam sat there stunned. Dalton had been forceful yesterday, but today he was all but domineering. Sam was a little confused, a little sore, and very aroused. He continued to sit there in shocked silence. Dalton pulled off his pants and threw them on the shelf with his bag and other clothes. He was now completely naked, except for his thin framed glasses. Dalton’s eight incher was rock hard. “Come on now.” Dalton taunted. “Surely you can’t expect me to do all the work.” Dalton put his hands on his hips and pressed one foot hard into the base of Sam’s shaft; the ball of his foot was digging deep into Sam’s cock, while the heel was smashing into Sam’s balls. Sam’s breath caught in his throat as he began oozing even harder. Sam struggled to pull his flannel shirt off and undo his suspenders as Dalton’s foot dug in deeper and deeper; urging Sam to go faster and faster. Sam managed to peel his shirts off and began to push his shorts down, but he could only get them down to about his knees; Sam’s own huge cock was blocking him from bending over and farther. Dalton groaned in mock disgust. “Well it can’t be helped, then, can it? I guess I’ll just have to help you out.” Dalton got down on his knees and pulled Sam’s shorts off; flinging them unceremoniously over his shoulder. Sam began to slide his underwear down, but Dalton stopped him. “No, this one is mine.” Dalton got up and pulled one of the ladders down off the wall and set it up. Dalton grabbed his bag and hung it from the top of the ladder. “Now, for the main event.” Dalton gave Sam a wide toothy grin of sadistic glee as he pulled out his ipad and began opening apps. Dalton climbed to the top of the ladder and slipped the ipad into one of the outside pockets so that the camera lens was facing outward. He fiddled with the angle a bit so that Sam would be easily visible on the screen and then looked over to Sam. “Smile for the camera.” Sam’s face turned bright red. He slunk back against the wall as best he could. He was actually glad his cock was so huge because it gave him something to hide behind. He really wasn’t comfortable with being filmed in such a vulnerable position, but he was too horny to get away. Sam really didn’t want to leave in his current condition, it came down to being filmed in a private setting, or running from the little supply room, almost completely naked, with a boner that was visible from the Alaska. “Oh, don’t be that way. This will be fun.” Dalton chided. “Just sit back and enjoy yourself.” Dalton got down on his hand and knees in front of Sam again and began pulling Sam’s briefs down very slowly. Dalton made sure to keep himself out of the shot as he pulled down Sam’s underwear revealing inch after inch of gigantic, rock hard, cock. Sam gasped in pain. The angle that Dalton was undressing him from was causing his massive, throbbing erection to bend at a painful angle. Dalton continued to pull Sam’s clothing off; past Sam’s knees, past his calves, and still Sam had a few feet left of his magnificent dick. Sam’s behemoth was easily as thick as both of his legs combined; quite a bit thicker, actually. Dalton finally cleared Sam’s feet with the briefs. Sam’s toes were clenching and stretching as he was bracing himself against the pain and pleasure of having his enormous piece handled so roughly. There was still over a foot left of Sam’s cock tangled up in the now loose, gigantic, frontal pouch. Dalton pulled down hard on the brief’s causing the tip of Sam’s cock to mash up hard against the fabric. Dalton continued to hold down Sam’s cock in this way as he crawled over, and sat down on top of it like a big fleshy rocking horse. “My, how you’ve grown since yesterday.” Dalton grinded his own cock into Sam’s enormous one. “I can hardly believe that just yesterday this was inside me. It’s almost a shame, really. I don’t think even I can take one this big.” Dalton continued to rock back and forth, harder and harder. Sam could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. His breathing was getting ragged, and his heart was pounding in his chest. He was so close, but right before Sam could climax, Dalton wrapped his legs tightly around Sam’s immense, throbbing shaft. Sam let out a quick gasp of shock and pain. “Oh, no. Not yet. You do not have my permission to cum yet, my friend. You see, I am still mad at you. Oh yes, I am very cross with you.” Dalton continued his crushing pro-wrestler, leg lock of Sam’s cock as he gingerly stroked the shaft. “You have discovered something magnificent, and it never dawned on you to share it with your bud? I thought we were friends. We are mates, you and I, aren’t we?” It was a yes or no question, but neither answer was correct. Sam didn’t know how to respond. He just tried to steady his breathing and beg for release. “Please. I was afraid. I’m sorry. Please. I didn’t know this would happen. Once it did, I thought you would think I was some kind of freak.” “You say you didn’t want to tell me. You say you are a freak, but really now. Do you honestly expect me to believe that when you come around flaunting everything you’ve got in one of these?” Dalton reached behind him and peeled the briefs off the tip of Sam’s still oozing dick. Sam’s underoos were entirely soaked. Dalton pressed them up to his face and breathed in the smell of Sam’s sweat and pre. “But that’s ok. I can forgive you. We are friends after all, right?” Dalton kept his eyes locked on Sam’s as a cruel grin spread across his face. He then began sucking on Sam’s briefs; drinking ounce after ounce of Sam’s juices. Sam’s mind was screaming. He was so aroused and yet so terrified. He had never imagined Dalton could have such a dark side. Sam was starting to feel guilty, too. He was actually beginning to believe what Dalton was saying. Maybe he should have told Dalton as soon as it happened. “I’m sorry. It was my friend, Tyler.” Dalton pulled Sam’s briefs out of is mouth; a long sticky strand of saliva still connecting them to his tongue. Tyler. He had heard that name somewhere before… Dalton was piecing it together now. That boy in the video. Tyler. Taylor. Same difference. And yes. The fight in the halls yesterday. Dalton had heard rumors of the hot new gay couple around town. Jake and Tyler. It hadn’t registered to him at the time that this couple was Jack and Taylor from the film. “So this friend, Tyler, just happened to make your dick grow from the amazing rod you had yesterday, into this magnificent specimen of cock?” The look on Dalton’s face was both malicious and accusing. “If I hadn’t seen it for myself I would say you were lying.” Dalton leaned in close and gave Sam and long sensual kiss on the lips. “Now tell me. Since we are friends here. How did he do it? What’s the secret? Tell me…” Dalton tightened his vise grip on Sam’s tool. “… and all will be forgiven.” Sam’s mind was too foggy from the pain and the arousal to fight back. He needed to cum so bad, but he couldn’t with that evil, human, cock ring riding him like a Chinese finger trap. “It’s… It’s… his cum…” Sam felt himself getting even redder. “You really get around, don’t you, Sammy boy? How many others have you slept with behind my back, hmm?” Dalton squeezed tighter before loosening up again. He didn’t loosen his grip enough for Sam to blow his load, but it was at least enough to ease the pain Sam was feeling. Dalton then leaned in and kissed Sam again; long and deep; making sure to get his tongue way in there. Dalton gave Sam a doe eyed glare of feigned betrayal. “Am I not enough for you, babe?” Dalton hopped to his feet, causing Sam to fire off a couple of long, heavy, involuntary shots of warm spunk which splattered against the door. Sam panted heavily. His massive erection was already beginning to droop and deflate as his shame and anxiety overpowered his arousal. “Oh, you can’t be done already. I’ve seen you gush like a fire hose and that was four feet ago. No, you have so much more to give me.” Dalton walked over to in front of Sam’s humongous drooping rod. Dalton had not had enough yet. He was horny and he was excited. He had finally discovered the secret to the incredible growing cocks he had seen on the stream a few nights ago. He had names. He had faces. And he had someone who was going to get him in good graces with this boy who would give him the biggest dick this world has ever seen. Sam’s six feet were nice and all, but this was a gift best left with those who had a true appreciation for it. Poor Sam. He had the greatest gift anyone could ever ask for and he was afraid of it. Dalton was going to have to show him just how great his gift truly was. Dalton put his hands on his hips as he stared down Sam. Sam was too hurt and ashamed to look Dalton in the eyes. “Did I hurt your feelings there? I’m sorry. I just got really worked up. Let me make it up to you.” Dalton gave Sam a seductive smile, but there was still that glint of malice in his eyes. Sam wasn’t sure if he trusted Dalton anymore… or if he ever did, for that matter. Dalton continued to stare at Sam as he lifted up his foot and pressed it firmly up against the opening at the tip of Sam’s cock; Sam’s slit was just about as long as Dalton’s foot now. “How’s that feel? Good, right? I treat you right, don’t I?” It did feel pretty amazing actually. Dalton’s foot was working the tip of Sam’s cock in much the way that Sam had used his thumb back when he was still small enough to work his shaft with one hand. As Sam stared at his colossal member that was once again stirring to life, he found it impossible to believe he had ever beet a mere six inches. It was like when you find an old baby sock you once wore and it now you can’t even fit it on a single toe. In no time Sam was oozing pre all over again. Sam continued to get harder, but Dalton did not give any ground. Sam dick was expanding and extending. Dalton pressed harder and harder against Sam’s cock. Sam was rock hard, but his shaft was bending since it could not extend forward anymore. It hurt a little, but the amazing feeling of Dalton’s foot digging into the head of his cock was just so amazing. As Dalton continued to twist and turn and rub his foot along Sam’s tip, Sam could feel himself getting closer and closer to cumming again. Sam could only hope that Dalton would let him this time. Sam was understandably still anxious around Dalton. Sam could feel it. He was about to blow, but he didn’t know if he was allowed. He tried to hold it all in, but a little burst slipped through. Little is a relative term. The jet of cum that Sam let loose crashed against Dalton’s foot and sprayed out the sides like a fondue fountain. Dalton’s foot was completely soaked; as were many of the supplies in the room. “You really enjoyed that, didn’t you?” Dalton grinned at Sam. His cruel tone seemed to have softened to a much mellower teasing bravado. “You’ve gotten me all sticky.” Dalton lifted his foot off of Sam’s still dribbling monster, and hobbled closer to Sam’s face; trying not to put any weight on his slimy foot. “It’s your fault I’m like this. The least you could do is clean up after yourself.” Dalton pushed his messy foot into Sam’s face; smearing jizz across Sam’s lips. “Come on now. Don’t be shy. It’s yours after all.” Sam opened his mouth a little bit. He was hesitant. He had never really considered feet to be particularly sexy, but there was something about Dalton’s demeanor when he was being playful like this that got Sam horny. It was definitely a nice change from the darker, vindictive side had just witnessed a minute ago. Sam was surprised to find that Dalton’s toes were not as horrifically bad tasting as he had expected. They tasted much like any other part of the body. There was a little hint of a leathery taste from Dalton’s shoes, but most of the flavor was sweat, skin, and Sam’s own spooge. It’s probably a good thing that this was still pretty early on in the day; Dalton hadn’t had time to really work up the typical sweat from walking around all day in those faux leather foot saunas he liked to wear. Once Sam was able to get over the initial weirdness of having someone else’s toes in his mouth, he really started getting into it. Sam licked every inch of Dalton’s foot clean; slurping up every last drop of his own cum. Sam really liked the playful Dalton. Maybe he wasn’t so bad; Sam would just have to keep on his good side. After all, it was his fault that Dalton was so pissed off earlier, right? Dalton loved the feeling of Sam suckling his toes and licking his foot up and down. Sam’s tongue tickled a bit as it slid sloppy up and down his arch and around the ball of his foot. Dalton was going to have to make a note to do this more often with the other guys he bangs. He especially loved the way that he had Sam pinned right under his foot. When Dalton got big like Sam was… No, bigger than Sam was, he’d be sure to make sure they knew just how small they were when compared to him. Dalton dreamed of riding some guy’s cock while his massive dick completely eclipsed their body. Dalton could only imagine what it would be like to have a guy writhing under his enormous nuts. Just imagining it got Dalton rock hard. Not that he wasn’t hard already, but Dalton was about ready to spurt just from imagining the things he’d do with a monumental piece like Sam was sporting. Dalton was so close. He had to cum now. Dalton pulled is foot back from Sam’s mouth. “That’s enough of that. I’ve got something you’ll like even more.”  Sam had gotten so into the tongue bath he was giving Dalton’s foot that he had shut his eyes. When Dalton pulled away, Sam opened his eyes; ready to bust out the puppy dog eyes and plead for more of Dalton to service. Fortunately, Dalton had Sam’s next job already lined up. Sam was pleased to see his new target. As Sam looked over the big, thick eight inches that were flooding his field of vision, Sam had to agree with Dalton; he was going to enjoy this a lot more. Sam barely had time to get his mouth around Dalton’s thick cock before Dalton let loose. Sam almost choked on the sudden wave of cum that was cascading down his throat, but he managed to swallow it and quickly get into a steady rhythm of gulps. Sam couldn’t believe how much Dalton was cumming. He seemed to be unloading a lot more than any normal person should be able to; especially one who had not undergone the changes like Sam had.             Sam gulped down shot after shot of warm, creamy jizz. At this rate Sam wouldn’t even have needed to get breakfast. He was being given a plus size, all natural, protein shake right here at school. Sam was still rock hard from earlier, he had been trying to hold it in this whole time, but now that he could feel Dalton’s load filling him up, Sam just could not hold it anymore. He let loose blast after hot, sticky blast of jizz upon the supply room, coating the doorway that he was facing, and causing the floor to flood with warm jizz. Sam was pumping out spunk faster than the little crack under the door could drain it.             Dalton could feel Sam’s jizz pooling around his ankles, but he just didn’t care. His body was being rocked by the biggest orgasm he had ever had, and it was still going! Dalton had no idea how he could cum so much, but he really didn’t care. All he could think about was how much spooge he could churn out if he were at Sam’s size. He could completely cover Sam in it in a matter of seconds. Just thinking about how he would shower Sam in his spunk seemed to make him cum even harder.             Sam finally had to break for a breath, but Dalton was showing no signs of slowing. He pulled back off of Dalton’s cock and let it spray him in the face as he caught his breath. This load was definitely larger than normal, but Sam wasn’t complaining. He had grown to like these facials during the past few days. He had always thought it was strange the way girls in movies liked to coat their faces with this bizarre alien slime and lay in bed with cucumbers on their eyes, but after all the time Sam had spent being completely laminated in jizz, he could kind of see the allure.             Sam and Dalton both steadily slowed their streams to a halt. The little closet was now like a subterranean cave; a dark, dank, hollow with a foot deep of standing liquid. The air in there was humid from all the sweat and spunk. Dalton could see that Sam was spent, and probably not going to be going anywhere in the near future, so he gathered up his clothes, and opened the door a crack.             The pool of cum shoved the door open the rest of the way as it cascaded out of the store room. Dalton quickly peeked outside to see if anyone had seen them flood the hall. There was no one around, so he shut the door again and quickly dressed. He pulled his shoes on over his cum-soaked feet; the jizz was plastered on so thick, that it looked like he was wearing really high socks to anyone who didn’t look too closely. Once dressed, Dalton snagged his bag and fled the scene of the grime.             Dalton had what he needed, and got off in the process. All in all, not a bad way to spend the morning. Fortunately most of his clothes had been up on the shelf, and thus had been spared from the rain of cum that Sam had sprayed across the room. His ipad had gotten hosed down by Sam’s torrent of jizz, but it didn’t seem to do any actual damage. A warm cloth would do the trick… Ok, maybe more like forty warm cloths.             Dalton checked his ipad to see that something was different about the screen. A new app had been installed? “Eridian Tech nanites?” Dalton flipped through the menus. Current user: Samwise. There were menus on here for every aspect of Sam’s cock; shaft size, ball size, cum production. Dalton could feel a feeling of sadistic glee bubble up inside of him.  Dalton pressed down on the slider for cock size and slid it as far to the right as it could go. Dalton watched as the number rose and rose; 100 feet, 200 feet. Dalton couldn’t wait to see the look on Sam’s face as his ever expanding dick crushed the school.             The screen on the ipad turned red. An error prompt appeared in its place. “Controls locked. Admin privileges required.” Admin privileges? Who was the admin? Of course! Dalton knew exactly who he needed to unlock his new app.             Sam could hear his phone chirping. He had a new message. Sam was curious to find out who it was, but he really didn’t want to move yet. He was still shocked about what had just happened; how quickly Dalton had alternated between sadistic dominator and playful lover. His mind was reeling with all the new feelings he had. He kind of liked Dalton, but he was also terrified of him. The way Dalton talked down to him had made Sam feel dirty, too. He had made Sam feel so guilty for hanging out with his friends. It wasn’t like Sam and Dalton were a couple, right? They hadn’t even been on a date yet.             Sam hoped that that text was from Dalton so he could really show him how he felt. Sam sifted through the pockets of his cum soaked pants, and found his phone. The message was indeed from Dalton. Perfect. Time to end things with this douche.             “Hey. I am really sorry for the way I acted. I mean it. Let me make it up to you. Dinner tonight? My treat? You can even bring those friends of yours. Make it a double date.” Sam was not expecting this. Maybe he overreacted. Maybe he should give Dalton another chance?

Chapter 35 - Geno-type pt. 35

For the first time in as far back as Jake could remember, Tyler seemed genuinely embarrassed. Apparently, even the show-off, exhibitionist Tyler didn’t like his mom seeing his junk. Jake would have found the bashful look on Tyler’s face very endearing and extremely cute, if he himself was not also completely mortified. In many ways, Mrs. Simmons was as much of a mother figure to Jake as she was to Tyler.             Mrs. Simmons quickly got over her shock and crossed her arms in front of her. Her eyes narrowed and her voice took more commanding tone as she went into full mom mode. “Tyler, you have some serious explaining to do.”             Tyler raised his arm that was not propping up Sam in a calming gesture; hoping to diffuse his mom’s indignation long enough for him to formulate some sort of defense. “It’s not as bad as it looks, honestly” Tyler didn’t think it looked bad at all, but that’s really not the sort of thing he was going to be telling his mother; especially not while she was on the rant like she was now. “I just had a bit of a growth spurt is all.”              Jake was glad that he was somehow avoiding being laid into by Tyler’s mother. While Jake wasn’t technically one of her kids, there had been many times over the years where Mrs. Simmons had taken them both to task over their little escapades. Tyler and Jake were both relieved when the door behind them opened again. The distraction was just what they needed right now.             Mark stepped into the entryway of Tyler’s house. He never knocked when he came into Tyler’s house. Then again, no one who was part of Tyler’s extended quasi-family ever did. He had been an honorary member of the family almost as long as Jake had. His eyes were immediately drawn to the two colossal mounds of cocks extending from his kid brother and his neighbor. “What in the wide, wide world of sports happened to you two?” He asked in awe. He felt a strange sense of pride in knowing that his little brother could put a Volkswagen to shame. “And who’s the mummy?” Mark said gesturing to the tightly wrapped silhouette of Sam.             Tyler could feel Sam tense up as the attention was drawn to him. He was technically completely covered, but he still felt naked and exposed. Add on to that the fact that he was in a strange place surrounded by people he hadn’t met before; it was just not a favorable match-up.             Tyler quickly seized the opportunity to pull the topic away from pair of gigantic packages. It was no small feat to try and distract people from the Colossus of Chodes that currently occupied much of the entry foyer. “This is our buddy, Sam. He had some trouble at school so we brought him here to clean up. That’s why we’re home so early.” Tyler reached to pull back Sam’s makeshift hood, but Sam’s hand shot up to prevent him. “Hey, it’s ok. Trust me on this one.”             Sam’s grip slowly loosened, allowing Tyler to pull back the sheet enough to reveal his face. Sam was still very gaunt looking and had bits of dry cum splattered in his hair. Sam was trying hard to avoid eye contact with anyone. In fact, he was trying to avoid looking at anyone altogether.             “Oh you poor dear.” Mrs. Simmons held her arms open to welcome Sam in for an embrace. Tyler gave Sam a light shove of encouragement from behind. Sam tried to step forward, but he was too tangled in his sheets to walk effectively by himself and stumbled. The sheets began to slip; exposing his shoulder and much of his chest. Fortunately, his gigantic shaft was still kept safely under wraps. Sam quickly readjusted his rudimentary robes, but all alliteration aside, the damage had been done. Tyler’s mother had seen that Sam was lacking clothing under his mummy suit.             Mrs. Simmons eyes quickly turned to Tyler. “What happened to him? Where are his clothes?”             Tyler fidgeted under his mother’s scrutinous glare. “His clothes are in the car, but we don’t know what happened. He hasn’t spoken since we found him like this. That’s why we decided to bring him here.”             Mrs. Simmons pulled Sam into her arms. “You poor dear. Let’s get you cleaned up. Mark, go fetch his clothes. We can’t let your folks see Jake like this. They’ll hit the roof.” She then turned her gaze to Jake and Tyler and gave them a glare that sent chills up their spines. “And don’t think for a second that I am done with you two. We will finish this discussion later.”                Tyler and Jake let out a sigh in unison as they enjoyed their momentary stay of execution. Enjoy might be a little too strong of a word, but they were definitely glad to have a few more minutes before they had to explain themselves. Tyler had not even considered how his mother would react to his new gift. He definitely hadn’t expected her to freak out like she had. He thought that she should be happy for him to have been given such a blessing, but he figured that women probably just can’t understand the joys of having a huge cock.             In no time at all Mark was back with the soggy mass of clothing from Jake’s Jeep. “What a mess. If this is what I think it is I can’t imagine how there is so much of it.” Mark looked again at the two pairs of colossal nuts attached to the younger guys in the room. “… right.”             Mark set the spoogey pile on top of the small table near the front door, and turned back to speak to Jake and Tyler. “Look. I don’t know what’s up with your… well…” Mark made a few sweeping gestures towards the humongous dicks that were on display before him. “… all of this, but I think we need to hide it from the folks. They’re already on a warpath and the last thing we need is them seeing this, too.”             Jake looked even more tense than he already was. “Already? What have they heard?”             Mark exchanged a few questioning glances with Tyler. He had not realized that Jake did not already know about being accidentally outed already. “Well, the version I got is that Tyler’s mom was talking with mom and dad yesterday and let slip how proud she was that Tyler had finally come out.” Mark took a moment to choose his words carefully. “You know how mom and dad get. They flipped off the handle and they think that you and Tyler are well… together.”             Jake winced a bit, but responded “Well, we are together.”             “But you know how they are. They refuse to believe that you could be gay too. They think Tyler is a bad influence and corrupting you and all that other bullshit.” Mark let out a long, sad sigh. “Look, I know you already know this, but it’s going to be rough. Are you ready for this?”             Jake nodded; looking surprisingly resolute. “Let’s do this.”             Tyler raised a triumphant hand as he cheered on Jake “Alright! I’m coming too.”              Mark gave Tyler an incredulous look, “Are you sure? You are part of the problem here.”             Tyler scoffed, “Hell yeah, I’m going. If they have a problem with me they can say it to my face.”             Mark just shrugged. “Alright then. I’ll go on ahead and give you the signal to come over. I’ll keep them occupied while you two slip in and take your seats. If we play our cards right they won’t see your… you know.”             Mark once again left the house; leaving Jake and Tyler alone again. Tyler could tell that Jake was very nervous and put a hand reassuringly on Jake’s shoulder. “We’ll get through this. Mark and I will be right there with you.”             Jake nodded in agreement, but he still looked uncertain. Tyler knew enough about Jake’s family life to know that Jake was really not looking forward to this encounter; especially now that he was more aware of what his parents knew. Jake never went against his parents wishes, and this was about as far from his parents wishes as he could get.             Tyler continued to try and reassure Jake as the two of them waited in relative silence. A minute later, Tyler’s mother came back down. “I sent him to take a shower in the guest bath upstairs. Poor boy looks traumatized.” She shook her head. She had calmed down quite a bit and was now more worried about Sam than she was about Jake and Tyler’s obscene bulges.             Mrs. Simmons could tell from the look on Jake’s face that it was already time for him to face his parents. She could see the pain and fear in Jake’s eyes. “I can’t even begin to imagine ho hard this must be for you, but whatever happens, you are welcome here. We have extra room, and we will gladly take you in if things turn for the worst. You should never feel like you have to be part of a family that doesn’t want you as you are.” She pulled Jake in for a long reassuring hug. “I will fight them for you if I have to.”             She didn’t mean physically fight them obviously, but Tyler’s mom was a very well connected and well respected lawyer in their city. She could easily mount a legal battle to get Jake out of an unhealthy family environment if it came down to that, but everyone hoped it never had to come to that. It would be a long and difficult fight, and for all their neuroses, Jake really did love his parents. He just wished they would accept him for who he was, and not for whom they wanted him to be. In a few minutes, Tyler’s phone chirped to inform him that he had a new message. It was from Mark, “Come on in.” Tyler read the message and looked back to Jake. Jake’s eyes were filled with fear.             The pleading expression on Jake’s face seemed to ask “Is it time?” Tyler nodded and put his phone back in his pocket. Tyler’s mother solemnly nodded for them to go, and the two boys silently walked out of Tyler’s house and across the street to Jake’s house. They slipped in, Tyler going in first, and walked slowly through the house to the dining room; making sure to scout out each doorway for any sign of Jake’s parents before proceeding. With the coast clear, Jake and Tyler slipped into the dining room and took a seat in the chairs across the table. They were sure to seat so that their backs were to the walls. With any luck, the table would do enough to completely hide their enormous dicks from the view of Jake’s prudish parents. Fortunately, the table in Jake’s dining room was far larger than they really needed for a family the size of Jake’s. It felt more like a large conference table in a nice office than it did an actual dining room table. Then again, Jake’s family rarely ate together, so it was more for decoration anyway. Tyler typed a response to Mark to let him know that they were in position. In a matter of moments, Mark rounded the corner and entered the dining room followed shortly by Jake’s parents. Jake’s father was an old, grey-haired, balding gentleman with thick glasses and a big bushy mustache. He was a heavy set man with tired eyes and an arthritic gait. He was wearing grey slacks, a white button up shirt, and suspenders. Tyler couldn’t help but think that all he needed was the grey suit coat and maybe a cowboy hat to make him look like some dour old oil man from Texas. Jake’s mother was an equally old woman with her hair styled up in a fashionable grey bun and equally sharp glasses. Her sensible business blazer and skirt made her look much like a teacher; which would make sense, since she was after all a teacher. Well, a bible studies teacher, but that still counts. Speaking of which, it was Wednesday wasn’t it? That would explain why Jake’s parents seemed all gussied up. It was a church night. Well, when it actually got to be night, anyway. They still had a few hours to go before Jake’s parents left for the service. It had only been about three days since Tyler had learned of his abilities and shared it with Jake. He had shared more than his power with Jake, though. The two of them had learned of their mutual love for one another, and had become more than just best friends. Now they were going to face their first real test as a couple. Mark took his seat on the opposite side of Jake from Tyler. Jake’s parents took their seats directly across from them. The seating position made it feel even more like a conference room, or maybe like those large tables that lawyers and clients would sit at in the courtroom procedural shows where each side states their terms. Well, maybe that would still be a conference table, but Jake really felt like he was on trial right now. It was as if his mom was about to urge him to take a plea bargain for a reduced sentence. Jake could see it now. If he agreed to plead not gay and never speak to Tyler again, he could be allowed to stay in the family and would only serve three weeks solitary confinement in his room with a mandatory three church services a week. Jake sat their awkwardly as he awaited someone to make some sort of first move. He really didn’t know what to say and didn’t want to make the first move, but he also didn’t like just sitting here waiting. The tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Jake felt like his nerves were strung up so tight that at any second they could snap like a bunch of old guitar strings. Jake’s mother finally broke the silence. “You know why we are here, correct?” Tyler really wanted to just reply with a smartass “because you are a homophobic bitch.” But he kept his mouth shut and nodded silently instead. He really didn’t want to make this harder on Jake than it had to be, and somehow starting a shouting match with Jake’s parents didn’t seem like it would be good for Jake’s mental health. Jake lowered his head and responded, “Yes, mother…” He was never very good at talking back to his parents, and this was the most stressed out he has ever been. Jake’s mother looked at the three guys across the table from her for a minute before fixing her gaze on Jake and continuing her speech. “Jake. Your father and I are very worried for you. We have recently found out that you have been hanging around some very…” she gave Tyler a quick menacing glare before continuing, “unhealthy elements.” Tyler rolled his eyes, but again sat back and held his tongue. Jake continued to look down as he responded meekly, “No, mother.” Mark gave Jake’s should an encouraging squeeze while Tyler grabbed Jake’s hand under the table and held it tightly. “No?” Jake’s mother was obviously surprised by this response. “I heard it from Mrs. Simmons herself that Tyler is going around claiming to be gay. Not only does he choose such a deplorable lifestyle, but she seems proud of his deviant behavior.” “Oh, she has no idea how deviant I can get.” Tyler thought to himself, but again stopped himself from blurting anything out. It was getting really hard for him to not mouth off, though. He didn’t like being insulted, and he liked even less, not being able to fight back. He knew that he could easily make life harder for Jake by losing his cool, and so he struggled to keep a lid on his snark. Jake’s mother continued to stare at him silently, as Jake fidgeted in his seat; still unable to make eye contact. “Nothing to say on the matter? Surely you knew about all of this, didn’t you?” “Yes…” came Jake’s weak reply.             Jake’s mother let out a loud condescending sigh. “I thought we had raised you better than this. We can’t have you hanging around his type. People might think you are one of them.”             Tyler was about ready to stand up and let the passive-aggressive she-bitch have a piece of his mind. By this point the knowledge that if he stood up, his massive junk would probably overturn the table was the only thing keeping Tyler in his seat, but his rage was boiling over to the point that he was about ready to rageflip this table anyway.             Jake was shaking. His eyes were beginning to tear up, but he fought the tears as best he could. He didn’t want to seem weak, but he was reaching his limits. Jake clenched his fists and gathered up every last ounce of will he could muster. He had to go on the counter-attack now or he would never be able to muster the nerve. Jake’s voice was shaky, but he lifted his head and stared his mother right in the eyes. “And what would be so bad about that?”             Both of Jake’s parents were taken aback. They had not expected Jake to argue with them, but even more than that was the look on his face. Jakes eyes were red and watery, but he had a look of sheer determination that they had not seen in years. Mark gave Jake’s shoulder a quick reassuring squeeze, and Tyler did the same to Jake’s hand.             Jake’s mother quickly regained her composure. “It is not how you were raised. We are a good Christian family and we will live good Christian lives.”             Jake tried to form a counter argument, but Mark cut him off. Mark had been biding his time, waiting for Jake to stand up for himself. Now that Jake had taken the first step, Mark was ready to back him up every step of the way. “There are plenty of churches and congregations out there that are perfectly fine with homosexuality. Every day there are more and more openly gay clergy members. You are just using the Bible to hide your own prejudice.”             Mark and his mother have had a long history of going toe to toe when it came to heated debates. Now that Mark was in the fray the gloves were coming off. She tried to keep her calm and collected look, but her teeth were noticeably clenched and her nostrils were flaring. “Then those churches are wrong. It is not for us to pick and choose which of God’s words we will follow. If you had been to church recently you would know these things.”             Mark stood up and placed his hands on the table as he leaned in closer to his mother. “Maybe you should actually listen when you go to church. I have been talking with Father Ted for years about this subject and the church we both attend proudly supports its gay members. Maybe you should pay more attention to the sermons and not just pick and choose what to take home from it.”             Jake’s mother huffed in indignation, but couldn’t come up with a suitable counterargument. She had actually never bothered to discuss the issue with the pastor at their church, despite the fact that she had had her suspicions about Jake for years. Or maybe, possibly, it was because she had had her suspicions that she had never tried to ask around for fear of what she might find out. She turned and slapped her husband on the arm and spat. “Harold! Don’t just sit there! He’s your son, too.”             Harold had been trying to stay out of this fight. He was actually on the fence about the topic, but now he was being forced to take a side. He muttered his way awkwardly through his thoughts on the matter. “I just don’t understand. What did I do wrong?”             Jake and Tyler looked at him completely confused, but Mark seemed to understand where this was going. Harold cleared his throat and continued. “People who choose to go gay always had poor father figures in their lives. I expect this of him. His big-shot, corporate father is always out of town on some project or another, but think of how this makes me look. I’ve always been here for you.”             Tyler had had enough of this shit; especially now that his family was getting dragged into the mud. Sure, his dad was out of town a lot, but Tyler and his father had always been pretty close. Tyler had his father’s cell number to call whenever he needed to talk. Jake’s father was always around, but he wasn’t very approachable. The physical distance is nothing compared to the emotional one, and besides both Jake and Tyler had had Mark as a positive male role model for their whole lives. Tyler leaned forward and glared at Jake’s father as he replied, “I had just as good of a father figure as Jake had.”             It was now Harold’s turn to be too flustered to speak. Both Jake and Mark gasped a little. They both caught the true extent of Tyler’s dig. Mark was strangely proud of Tyler for that comment, and even more strangely, proud of himself. He had never really thought of himself as a father figure before, but be that as it may, it was probably best that Mark’s father not understand the true implications of Tyler’s little outburst.             Jake wiped is eyes and managed to find his voice again. “Dad, please. This is not about you. I just like guys. I have known it for years. Long before Tyler came out. You can’t blame this on him. You can’t blame this on yourself. You can’t blame it on anyone. These things just happen. I have found someone that I love and who loves me back. Just this once, can’t you be proudof me?”             Harold’s expression noticeably softened, and he stammered for words, but only made a series of awkward unintelligible grunts. Realizing that her husband was not going to be of any more help, Jake’s mother went back on the offensive. “What about our family? You can’t go off shacking up with some guy. How will you have kids? You’ve know for years that it falls on you to carry on the family name. We all know John is too busy and too important to settle down.” Jake’s oldest brother was a career politician. He had been married three times already, each time for less than a year. He was rumored to have sired children in at least five states, but none of them could ever be officially claimed or it would risk his chances at reelection. John had always been his parents’ favorite. For his entire life, Jake had always been living in the shadow of a man he had barely even met. John had moved out as soon as he hit eighteen and had not looked back. What little Jake had learned of him had been from the constant comparisons his parents had drawn between the two of them. Jake excelled in all his classes, attended church regularly, was an all around good son, but it was never enough. Mark didn’t talk much about his childhood, but all signs pointed to it being even tougher on him. He was only two years younger than John, but John was always showing him up. John was taller, smarter, better looking, more athletic, more successful, and the list goes on. Mark had all but given up on making anything with his life by the time he had reached middle school. He continued his lackluster slump well through college, and had graduated with a generic degree with mediocre marks.             Mark was unable to find any work aside from low level retail after graduating college and was forced to move back in with his parents. Oddly enough, this was the best thing to ever happen to him. He still didn’t get along with his parents, but he had a new kid brother. It was his turn to be the older brother, and he was determined to be better at it than John ever was. Jake absolutely adored Mark. For the first time in his life, Mark was proud to be part of the family, and someone in the family was proud of him.             Mark’s newfound sense of purpose led him to attend community college in town while taking care of his younger brother and the neighbor boy who was the same age. Jake and Tyler quickly became inseparable, and Mark began to think of both of them both as his kid brothers. He quickly became friends with the couple across the street and felt like one of the family while with them. They even paid him for his help with Tyler.             The payment was more a formality than anything else. Mark would have gladly cared for Tyler for free, but the Simmons insisted. They knew how hard up for money Mark was while attending college, and would not take no for an answer. Mark eventually accepted. The extra income helped immensely. He no longer had to put in as many hours at the store, and could spend more time studying and helping with the kids.             Once Mark had finished his second degree and Jake and Tyler were old enough to not need an adult at all times, Mark applied for grad school in town. He had gotten his Masters and gotten a nice, stable job as a systems admin a few towns over, met a nice woman, and got married. Karen and Mark had been together for a few years now, but have never had kids. Not for lack of trying, but Mark just seemed to lack the potency needed to get his wife pregnant.             His mother never missed a chance to take a swipe at Mark for this; often muttering things along the lines of “just as useless as a husband as he was as a son.” While his mother had not mentioned Mark’s problems in her current tirade, it was on everyone’s mind. Mark was looking sad and dejected. Jake was getting closer and closer to a full breakdown. Harold was starting worrying about the tone the discussion had taken as his wife continued her slanderous warpath, but Tyler… oddly enough was grinning. If anyone else had not been so caught up in the heated argument to look at Tyler they might have wondered just what could be going on in that head of his to cause him to sit there with a grin on his face that made him look like he was plotting to steal Christmas. Tyler hadn’t even thought about Mark’s problem until just now. He knew that Mark and Karen had tried various methods to increase their chances of getting pregnant, but Tyler just so happened to quite literally be sitting on the world’s greatest fertility clinic.  Jake’s mom continued her tirade as Jake slumped back in his chair and Mark quietly seethed, “You’re just a child. You don’t know what you want. You have mistaken friendship for love. You’ve never even been on a date with a girl. You’re not that bad looking. If you just tried to make yourself available, you could have any girl you want. Do you really think you’re so ugly that you have to put out for the only person who would show you any interest? Do you ever even think about what you are doing?” Her voice was shrill as she rattled off accusations and back-handed praise laced with passive aggressive slights. She always got this way when she felt like she was being pushed into a corner in a debate.  Harold reached over and grabbed her arm. The sudden motion broke her train of thought and caused her to turn and look at him. “Martha, stop this. This has gone too far.” Now that her speeding freight train of shaming and muck-raking had been derailed, she finally was able to see the aftermath of her current rant. Mark was quietly glaring at her with seething rage, and Jake was silently sobbing in his seat. She hadn’t considered the effects of her words. She was cornered and lashed out at everyone’s weak points like she always did. Martha was about to say something, anything to try and fix some of the damage she had done, but Harold shook his head. “You’ve said enough.” She hated it, but she knew he was right. She quietly got up from her seat and slipped out of the room; trying to hold her own tears in until she was safely out of earshot. Once she was gone, Harold slouched back in his chair looking exhausted and crestfallen. “Look. I’m sorry about what I said, and I know that she is, too. I wasn’t ready for this and I said some things I didn’t mean.” He looked solemnly at Jake. “You’re sure about this? This isn’t just some rebellious phase or whatnot?” Jake was still choking back the tears but managed to nod his head. His dad sighed and got up from his chair. He looked back again before leaving the room. “I’ll talk it over with your mom. It might take some time, but she’ll come around eventually… and, I… I’ve always been proud of you. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel otherwise.” Harold walked out of the room and followed after his wife. Mark took a few minutes too quell the ire that was roiling inside him while Tyler tried to console Jake. Jake was already bringing his muffled crying under control, but he was still in bad shape. Once everyone was calmed down enough, Mark turned to Jake and Tyler and gestured towards the door. “Come on. I think we’ll all feel better back home.” Mark didn’t even notice that he had referred to Tyler’s house as “home”, but Jake did. In many ways it did feel much more like home than the house that he was raised in. At least with the Simmons he felt free to be who he truly was and not always feel the need to conform to a life that was picked out for him in advance. Mark stood outside of the dining room and kept guard while Jake and Tyler left the house. Things were tense enough without his parents seeing the recent changes their son had gone through. All three of them let out a long sigh of relief when they entered Tyler’s house. It felt good to be back in the relative safety and security of the Simmons household. In many ways, they had won the showdown with Jake’s parents. Jake’s father was accepting of Jake’s homosexuality, and it seemed his mother would open up to the idea eventually too. It was a hard fought battle, though, and the emotional wounds opened in the fight might never heal completely.             

Chapter 36 - Geno-type pt. 36

Tyler and Jake had but a momentary reprieve before their next ordeal was to begin. Tyler’s mom had heard the door open and close and had quickly come to see how things had gone with Jake’s parents. “Tell me. How did it go? Do you need me to go over there and lay down the law?” She was very worried about the outcome. She had known Jake’s parents for years and didn’t think that they would do something rash like disown Jake, but then again, Jake’s parents were very strict and demanding; it would be very likely that they would try and break up Jake and Tyler.             Mrs. Simmons had feared the worst when she turned the corner to see Jake’s eyes still red from tears, but Mark quickly assuaged her fears. “It went awful, but better than expected, actually. Mom flew off the handle, but dad is on our side. It’ll take awhile, but it looks like they’ll both come around eventually.”             Mrs. Simmons nodded as she mulled over what Mark had told her for a second and then turned to face Jake.  She looked him in the eyes and placed her hands on his shoulders as she spoke. “You know that you are welcome to spend as much time here as you need. Even if Tyler isn’t here, if dealing with your parents gets to be too much for you, just come on by. We have plenty of room for you here.” She then pulled Jake in for a maternal hug.             Jake quickly returned the embrace. He was so glad to have this home away from home; especially now that life at his real home was going to be more awkward than ever. He really wanted his parents to come around sooner rather than later, but at least he had a safe haven in the meantime.             Tyler began to move in close to join in on the hugging. He was an affectionate guy by nature, but he also was looking for any excuse to get up and close with his boyfriend. It seems like everyone was getting to spend time with Jake lately except for him. Ok, so that’s probably exaggerating a little, but seriously, Tyler hadn’t been able to make hot, passionate lovins to his boyfriend since last night. Do you know how long that is in teen years? Now that the cat was out of the bag, so to speak, Tyler didn’t need to hold back any more. He was going to shower Jake with his cum and coat every inch of his lover with his spooge inside and out. He was going to give Jake the growth that he knew Jake was craving. By the time Tyler was done with him Jake would be lucky if he could even fit in a house. Now, Tyler wasn’t super gung ho about turning his boyfriend into mansion sized mass of cock, but Jake seemed to really want to get bigger and bigger. After all that he had been through, Tyler felt that Jake deserved to get what he wanted, and it was well within Tyler’s ability to give it to him. The hot sex was just a bonus. A huge bonus but still, Tyler just wanted Jake to be happy. Tyler’s stealth maneuver to crash the therapeutic hugging party was thwarted before he could even get an arm around Jake’s shoulder. The icy glare his mother was giving him froze him in his track and sent shivers down his spine. Tyler now understood how Medusa had done it. She wasn’t necessarily hideous, just royally pissed off. Tyler’s mom was apparently still hung up on the whole business about Tyler’s cock being bigger than his body. He had been hoping that she would be willing to overlook such small matters given all that had happened in the past few hours. Oh well, that’s how mothers are he supposed. Tyler slowly tried to back away hoping to slip out of his mom’s agro radius, but it was no use. Mrs. Simmons released Jake from her familial embrace and turned her attention solely to Tyler. “Oh no you don’t. You’re not going anywhere until you explain just what in God’s green Earth you did to yourself.” Tyler could not bring himself to look her directly in the eyes. It’s not so much that he was ashamed of his now colossal endowment. He loved it, but she was still giving him the frosty medusa glare. “It’s not that bad, honestly.” That was the best argument Tyler could come up with. What was he supposed to say? “Hey mom. You think this is bad, check it out when it grows up to dwarf a 747. You can drive a car down my shaft.” Actually, he might have to try that sometime. It would probably feel amazing. Wait, no. He can’t start thinking about sexy things while under the condemning glare of his mother. If he popped a mega-boner right in front of his mom he would just die right then and there of shame. Tyler really needed a little time to himself to clear out his mind and his nuts. Mrs. Simmons gaze narrowed. The frigid rage beams became more concentrated as her chilling gaze became more intense. “You’ve said that already. I need real answers.” Tyler really had no idea where to go from here, there was really no good way to explain it. “… Would you believe a magic man did it?” Mrs. Simmons folded her arms in front of her chest. She was not going to buy that answer.  Tyler was really feeling uncomfortable now. He rubbed his shoulder with his opposite hand as he continued to fidget and search his mind for any argument he could use. “Jake’s just as big as I am, why aren’t you on his case?” Tyler immediately felt bad for throwing Jake under the bus there, but he was going toe to toe with a professional lawyer. Not only was she Tyler’s mother, but also someone who is paid to be a professional arguer. Tyler was sunk before he even left the metaphorical docks. Jake shot Tyler an incredulous glance, which Tyler immediately responded to with the most apologetic look he could muster. Tyler’s mom on the other hand kept her gaze steadily fixed on Tyler the whole time. “One, he’s been through more than enough today. Two, he’s not my son. And three, Somehow this just has to be your fault.” Tyler cringed a bit; she had him on all three counts there. “I honestly don’t know what to say. If I told you the truth you wouldn’t believe me.” Mrs. Simmons raised her eyebrows questioningly while still keeping her piercing glare trained on Tyler. It was a look that seemed to say “Ok. I’m listening. You’re still dead meat, but I’ll at least hear you out before I tear you to shreds.” Tyler had no idea how she managed to do that. By all accounts it shouldn’t be possible, but it was a look that seemed to be given to women when they had their first child. Like, when they are in the hospital and the first kid pops out they earn an achievement and they unlock access to use each and every facial muscle independently so that you can let your kid know just exactly how pissed off you are from up to five miles away. Her voice was slow and calculated. “The truth is more unbelievable than you strolling in here with a dick the size of a smart car?” Mentally, Tyler was railing about how he’s totally bigger than a smart car. I mean, have you seen those things? He could crush one of those eco friendly clown cars under his left nut if he wanted to. Not that he was going to tell his mom that. There’s no way Tyler was going to admit to liking his massive junk as much as he did while he was being grilled under the icy hot gaze of a livid lady. “A magic man did it?” Tyler immediately regretted his choice of words. His mom looked even more annoyed than she had before. He had to somehow convince her of the truth before she had a conniption. “No, seriously. Well he wasn’t a man, and maybe not even magic. More of an alien with super alien tech. He visited us on Friday when we were out camping and granted us a wish. I… sort of asked for a bigger… willy.” Tyler caught himself before blurting out the c word in front of his mom. The word “willy” felt really silly, but probably best to play it safe in the presence of old ladies. “That is the biggest load of bullshit I have ever heard.” Tyler’s mom was still not buying his story and now looked even more agitated than before. “Um, but it’s true.” Jake meekly joined the debate. He had been silent so far, but he realized that his input would be necessary here. The story was so outlandish that there is no way that Mrs. Simmons would listen to Tyler. She would listen to Jake though. Maybe? Tyler’s mother looked momentarily shocked but then turned her incredulous gaze upon Jake. “Why should I believe that?” “Well for starters, I’m hung like a Buick,” Jake patted his monolithic shaft for emphasis.  “and B, its in our best interest to tell the truth.” Jake didn’t have near the skill that Tyler had with puppy dog eyes or apologetic faces, but he had to hope that his expression was earnest enough to help make his case. Mrs. Simmons considered Jake’s argument for a moment. As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. They had no reason to lie at this point, but seriously? Magic dick growing alien genies from space? Who would ever think of such a stupid idea? Still, the proof was in the package. The fact of the matter was that both her son and his main squeeze could barely fit through the doorway due to their gigantic dicks. “Ok. Say I believe you. Does this mean you wished for the same thing?” It was Jake’s turn to fidget. What should he tell her? Should he tell her about the whole wishing for Tyler to go gay for him? Even though nothing came of it, Jake still felt a little guilty for it. Should he tell her about how Tyler’s condition is contagious? That would probably cause unnecessary problems. The best bet would be to tell her exactly what he wished for. “No. I actually wished for something different… I just wanted to be a part of Tyler’s life… and so I wished that he could share his future with me.” Jake gestured to the massive mound of manmeat spread out before him. “And this just happened to be what his future held.” “So it was jus an unfortunate choice of words?” Tyler’s mom asked. Jake really didn’t think it was unfortunate. If anything he felt very fortunate for being able to join Tyler in his growth, but now that he thought about it, much of their problems were his fault. Tyler most likely would have stopped growing a while ago had he not been playfully competing with Jake. Jake wouldn’t have grown at all, nor would Sam have. “Yeah… I guess you could say that. So his growing sort of rubbed off on me.” It might actually be more correct to say it had rubbed out on him, but that’s not something she really needed to know. “Is there any way to reverse it?” Mrs. Simmons seemed to be over her argumentative phase and was not just worried for her two boys. “Not that we know of…” Jake trailed off at the end. They hadn’t even really looked for any way to reverse it. If anything they had been trying to spur it along. Maybe they should actually study it figure out some method of reversing the process. There had to be a way, right? Well, ok there doesn’t have to be a way to reverse it, but Tyler’s life was going to be more difficult because of it. Tyler was enjoying it now, but it wouldn’t be long before not being able to play sports anymore really started to get him down. Maybe they could call Geno back. He could fix this, right? After all, it was his alien space magic, but there was no telling when he would be back in the area again; they might never see him again. “It’s fine.” Tyler responded dismissively. “We’ll figure something out eventually. Until then we will enjoy the gift we have been given.” Tyler’s mother was none too pleased with Tyler’s attitude about this whole thing. He could barely even walk, and yet he was acting as if there wasn’t a problem? He could barely even go out in public like that. It’s a wonder he didn’t get kicked out of school for showing up like that. She also knew that trying to argue with him about it wasn’t going to get her anywhere. The best she could do is hope they didn’t get any bigger until they managed to figure something out. In the meantime she would have to try and see if there was anyone who might be able to help. “Look. Just try not to do anything too crazy until we figure this out. If you need me I’ll be on Web MD.” With that she walked out of the room. She had to get out of there; the insanity of the situation was really getting to her. Not only did she have to accept that her son was now packing a submarine in his pants, but also, apparently that they were not alone in the universe. She wasn’t so unnerved by the existence of alien life, but rather that said aliens seem to have nothing better to do with their free time than cast freaky space voodoo on high schoolers. Once she was gone Tyler turned to talk to Jake and Mark. “You look tired after all that has happened this afternoon. How about I start a pot of coffee for you two?” The two of them perked up a lot at the very mention of coffee. Sometimes it was painfully obvious that they were brothers. “Great. Just wait in the dining room and I’ll put a pot on. I have some stuff to take care of, and I bet you two have a lot to catch up on anyway.” Tyler gave them both a wink as he slipped off to the kitchen. Jake was worried. Something about that wink Tyler gave them, or maybe more specifically him, unnerved him. Jake was sure that that wink was directed at him, but just what could he be planning? Jake continued to mull this over as he and Mark went into the dining room and took their seats. One way or the other he was going to figure out what Tyler was up to soon enough. Tyler entered the kitchen and began digging around the cupboards. He quickly found what he was looking for; a few empty mason jars and their corresponding lids. Jackpot. Now that he had a container, he set up the coffee pot and snuck back off to his room. Fortunately, no one seemed to notice him slinking around, or if they did they didn’t care enough to stop him and question him. Tyler slipped into his room and quickly shut the door behind him. He needed to get off so bad by now. He had been keeping his libido in check all day, but now he was about ready to blow. He was also strangely giddy about the prospects of enhancing Mark. Get his rocks off and help a friend? Talk about killing two birds with one stone. Tyler quickly peeled off his layers and aimed his massive shaft into the doorway of the bathroom. There was no way he could fit his mega-hard on into the bathroom, but at least this way he could avoid splattering the carpet as much as possible. He was actually surprised by how clean his room was now. Those cleaning ladies that had shown up yesterday had done a really nice job with the place. It would be rude to undo all that hard work, and besides, he had to sleep in here tonight, so it was in his best interest to not jizz all over the place. Tyler was hard before he even began stroking his immense shaft. He wanted this. He needed this. Even at his reduced size he still had nuts that put most beanbags to shame. When these babies were screaming for release it is kind of hard to ignore them. Tyler leaned onto his mammoth cock and began thrusting in the direction of the shower. The sheer weight of his enormous dick was helping to grind it into the carpet with each thrust. The door frame was a very tight fit and was jacking Tyler off roughly. It felt great, but there was something missing; after having passionate sex with Jake and Sam the past few days, jacking off just left him feeling strangely hollow. Tyler was wishing Jake was here with him, but he felt it probably best to not involve Jake in his current endeavor. He didn’t know how Jake would react to his plans to grow his older brother, but chances were pretty good that he would think it was a terrible idea. Frotting the carpet wasn’t getting Tyler anywhere. It felt good, but it wasn’t what he needed right now. What he needed was some serious face time with his boyfriend, the kind of face time that resulted in tongue wrestling and maybe even a few hickeys. Tyler flopped down atop his massive cock and slid a hand back to his ass. As his fingers played at the edges of his still wrecked hole, Tyler thought back on the last few days. He had never thought of himself as a bottom before, but there was something special about the time that Jake had topped him. It was more than the feeling of pleasure of having Jake’s massive tool embedded deep in is backside. There was something sensual about trusting someone enough to allow them to enter him in such a way. Jake was able to ease Tyler past his misgivings and lead him into an all new amazing experience. It was as if the two of them had become one as Jake tenderly reamed Tyler’s ass without mercy. Tyler easily got two of his fingers into his stretched out asshole. It had tightened up a bit since Sam had plowed him the night before, but still nowhere near where it was a few days ago. It was fine, though. Tyler didn’t really want it to heal up yet anyway. It was a nice feeling to feel so loose back there. Every step he made throughout the day he could feel it; a constant reminder of the wild night he had had with Jake. Tyler was going to be sad when it was gone. The way things were now he’d never again get to experience the joy of being packed to capacity by Jake’s enormous dick. For the first time since he had gotten his powers, Tyler was really regretting it. He wished they could be back down to a size where they could take turns riding each other’s meaty shafts. You know, twelve, fourteen inches or so; something nice and small. Tyler didn’t have to dig around long before he found the spot. He could easily reach it since it was just a few inches inside of him; his fingers were able to poke against it easily once they were in up to their second knuckles. Tyler pressed against it with his finger tips and a shock of pleasure immediately arced up his spine and down his cock. He wished he could press into it harder, but his arm just wasn’t long enough to get his hand into a better position. This is why he needed a dick; a nice hard shaft to just come by and drill him for oil while Jake whispered sweet nothings into his ear. Tyler continued prodding at his anal g-spot while he began rocking back and forth on his gigantic dick. The motion caused his cock to grind against the floor. The combination of the floor against his dick and the fingers playing with his ass was enough to bring him to the edge. Tyler could feel he was just about ready and made one final thrust forward. He used the momentum and to arc his back so that he could get one last deep prod of his fingers into his ass. He came hard as his fingers dug in deep to that sweet sensitive spot inside of him. He struggled to swallow his moans of pleasure as rope after rope of thick, creamy jizz sprayed through the air and splattered against the tile, glass, porcelain, or whatever other surface it could find in the bathroom. The deluge pouring from Tyler’s cock quickly drenched the bathroom and began pooling on the floor. The rain of spooge was so thick that the pool of jizz filled the whole bathroom and began spilling out onto Tyler’s carpet. Tyler no longer cared about keeping the room clean, though. All he wanted was to drain every last ounce of cream from his painfully full balls. Tyler felt accomplished as the torrent of cum finally slowed to a dribble. He wanted to lay there and bask in the afterglow, but he knew he had a job to do. Jake and Mark would be wondering where he was, and the coffee should be done by now. Tyler begrudgingly got to his feet and picked up the mason jars he had brought up with him. He easily managed to fill one jar and then another and another. There was enough spunk in that room to fill an industrial strength vat if he had felt like it, but he didn’t need that much. He figured three jars should be enough for now. Tyler took one jar and placed the other two sealed jars on his desk and quickly got dressed. Tyler went back downstairs and found Jake and Mark still in the dining room; reminiscing about bygone days. It didn’t appear that they had realized how long he had been gone. Tyler kept the jar of cum hidden as best as he could as he slipped past them. Sneaking past went a lot easier than he had expected. Metal Gear Solid had made it seem so difficult, but if Tyler could sneak past with his massive equipment slowing him down, maybe Snake just needed more training. Tyler could see that the coffee had been done for a few minutes already and had begun to cool off a bit, but it was still plenty warm for Mark and Jake. Tyler pulled two clean mugs out of the washing machine and filled one mug about half full with the creamy spunk from his jar and then topped both mugs off with coffee. The jizz didn’t dissolve into the coffee at all. Instead he got a cup of coffee with thick white strands swirling around in it. He just had to hope that Mark didn’t pay too much attention to his cup of Joe. Well, cup of Jizz in this case. “Sorry that took so long. Here’s the drinks.” Tyler tried to seem as normal as possible as he slipped Mark and Jake their respective mugs. Tyler was about to burst out giggling, but he kept it in as best he could. Tyler took his seat next to Jake and watched Mark take a long swig from his mug. Tyler couldn’t hold it in any longer and a devious grin spread across his face. Mark was too busy draining every last drop from his cup in one long chug, but Jake saw Tyler’s grin and immediately suspected something was up. After successfully downing the contents of his mug in one continuous swill, Mark slammed his mug down and grunted in disgust. “That coffee tastes like shit. What’s in it?” Tyler rolled his eyes, but he still had that devious grin plastered on his face. “Oh, I just used some non dairy creamer that Jake likes.” Jake’s mouth fell open and his eyes opened wide in a shocked expression as he figured out what Tyler had done. Mark ran his tongue across his teeth trying to get the last bits of the slimy creamer off of them. “Must be an acquired taste. The creamer is almost as bitter as the brew. Well. I’m going to get another cup.” Tyler was trying so hard not to giggle, but his shock and awe took over his desire to laugh as Mark stood up to get another mug of coffee. Jake couldn’t help but look either as his brother’s package swelled noticeably in the confines of his tight jeans. The cock and balls became more and more defined as they swelled up and lengthened. Jake and Tyler could see the outline of Mark’s penis in high definition as it stretched from its previously respectable six inches to a solid nine inches before halting its growth. Mark’s nuts now looked to be the size of chicken eggs. With Mark out of the room, Jake turned his attention back to Tyler. “What’s the big idea!?” Jake was more shocked than angry. Tyler was giggling now, but he managed to slip in a sentence between his chuckles. “Just helping out. I gave Mark a little extra downstairs, and soon your parents will be off your back about giving them grandkids.” Jake just stared at Tyler dumbfounded. He didn’t know whether to punch him or kiss him, but the more he looked at Tyler’s disarmingly adorable grin the closer he came to kissing him. Jake had just about made up his mind to land a long hot kiss on Tyler’s cocky lips to wipe that goofy grin from his face and then punch him when Mark returned with a fresh cuppa brew and a small jar of white something. Mark set his cup down on the table and then began unscrewing the lip from the jar. “This the creamer you were talking about?” Tyler nodded as he silently grinned like a Cheshire Cat. Jake didn’t speak either; he was too stunned to as his brother sniffed the contents of the jar. Mark stuck a finger into the jar and coated it with a large glop of Tyler’s jizz before sticking it into his mouth to taste it. He rolled the spooge around in his mouth a bit before swallowing it. He shrugged and poured a few more globs into his coffee. “It’s not bad once you know what to expect I suppose.” Tyler was too busy watching Mark’s already large shaft gain an extra inch to care about the extra doses Mark had added to his drink. Tyler bit his lip to keep from laughing as he fidgeted in his chair. Jake looked about ready to punch him, but was still too in shock to complain. Mark picked up his mug to take another long chug. Tyler didn’t want to miss this for the world. Fortunately, his fidgeting gave him an idea. “Hey, this chair seems wobbly… I’m going to check the legs.” Tyler got out of his seat and crawled under the table. He was checking the legs alright, but not the chair’s. He was watching Mark’s legs; all three of them. Tyler stared as Mark’s already impressive ten inches grew and stretched more and more. It reached twelve inches and kept going. Mark’s cock and balls continued to grow and stretch; his thick shaft slowly snaking its way down his pants leg before eventually coming to a halt over halfway down to his knee. Mark’s cock had to be at least fifteen inches long and it was still soft. His huge nuts were now putting softballs to shame. Tyler had just gotten off and yet he was getting very turned on by this. He could go for another round right here, right now. He tried to shake the thought of Mark plowing him like Jake had done just a few days ago out of his mind. Unfortunately, Mark didn’t swing that way, but at least his wife should be able to enjoy it tonight when he got home. Oh, shit. Tyler realized he had better stop Mark before he became too big to fit into his wife. If that happened his whole idea would backfire pretty hard. Tyler climbed back up from under the table to see Mark picking up the jar again. “Hey, aren’t you going to save some of that for Jake? After all, it’s his favorite.” Tyler gave Jake a sly wink as he said that last bit. Jake responded to the wink with a look of “I’m still deciding if I am going to punch you or kiss you.” Mark slid the jar over to Jake and then stood up and stretched. Mark’s stretching just caused the package to even more visible. Jake stared on in bug-eyed awe at the incredible cock that his brother now possessed. Once he was sufficiently loosened up, Mark spoke. “It’s for the best I suppose. I should really get going, and if I had another cup I would never make it home before I had to piss like a racehorse.” He then looked at Jake and added in a more serious tone, “You have my phone number. Never be afraid to call me for anything you need. I’ll be over as soon as I can.” Jake nodded in agreement. “I’ll be sure to call you if anything comes up. Now go home. We can handle it from here.” Jake made some lighthearted shooing motions after he spoke to help put Mark’s mind at ease. A few quick good-byes were exchanged and then Mark went on his way back home. Mark seemed to have a little extra spring in his step as he walked off. As soon as he was out the door Tyler bust out laughing. Tyler’s infectious laugh soon spread to Jake as well. When Tyler finally managed to slow his laughing enough to speak he looked at Jake and said “It sounds like Mark and his wife are in for a good night.” which just got them both howling again. 

Chapter 32 - Geno-type pt. 32

All eyes were on Tyler the second he entered the building. Even those who were not predisposed to men couldn’t help but stare at the tightly wrapped behemoth swinging between Tyler’s legs. Tyler loved the attention and knew how to use the spotlight. He strolled straight down the middle of the hallway as students and teachers alike got out of the way and watched in reverent awe as the glorious rod and colossal balls loped past them. Tyler had long since adjusted to his new size and had adopted a gait that swished from side to side; causing his immense package to loll back and forth as he sauntered through the halls. Libidos ran high and boners rose higher as Tyler cranked his sex appeal to max. Even without the lumbering mass of man meat that he was swinging around. Tyler was hot and ripped and he knew it. His muscles were so large from years of training that they were straining against Sam’s old t-shirt. Each and every contour of his chiseled abs was openly on display for any to see. Those few souls who could draw their eyes away from the mountainous cock and the monolithic balls were treated to show of Tyler’s amazing physique. Tyler was actually surprised that none of the teachers had made any effort to stop his triumphant march through the corridors. He was technically in dress code but only just barely, and all the other guys who let their underwear hang out of their pants typically didn’t have several feet of cock packed away in there. In fact, many of the teachers wanted to step in and find some grounds to write him up, but the few who were not so emasculated by the sight of a dick that was bigger than they were, were too afraid to raise any objections against such an impossible sight. There was no way he could have grown so much over night, right? There had to be some trick. Maybe he was stuffing his pants with some giant, cock shaped object just to show off. Everyone knew that Tyler liked to show off. He practically lived for it, but no one would dare try and call a guy out on something like that. A teacher had tried to call out a female student for stuffing her bra last year. It turned out that yes, she really did double her cup size in a week. The school board still hadn’t managed to settle that lawsuit, and no one was willing to risk another. Tyler swaggered into his first class right as the bell rang. Quickly realizing he would never fit into a normal desk, he grabbed one of the rolling chairs from the back corner of the room and sat down in it with his legs lewdly spread apart; his massive junk resting heavily against the floor. The economics class was pretty boring in general, and the fact that today was just the final exam didn’t help matters at all. Tyler hadn’t studied. He was far too preoccupied with other things the past few days, but it’s not like he would have studied anyway. Tyler skated by in all of his classes with the minimal amount of studying, and he did all right. He probably could have even been in all the braniac classes with Jake if he put the effort into his school work. As it was, Tyler much preferred to do well in these easy classes than to struggle in the hard ones. Tyler finished his test in record time. Well, he finished it quickly anyway. There was no telling how fast other students would have finished if they hadn’t been distracted by the gigantic mass of cock flesh lazing about in middle of the classroom. Tyler could tell that he had an audience and was eager to exploit it. He walked extra slowly and seductively as he strolled up to the front of the class to set his paper on the teacher’s desk. He had the rapt attention of just about every student in the class; and possibly also the teacher’s, too. Tyler’s only regret was that Sam’s old, baggy, cargo pants did nothing to show off his beefy, muscular ass. Sure, his cock was amazing, but Tyler had spent years sculpting those glorious mounds of muscles. They deserved their time to shine as well. As he walked along the front of the classroom, he made sure his swaying gait caused his mammoth equipment to “accidentally” brush against the legs of those who were seated in the front row. A few of them even stuck their hands out to get a feel of the gargantuan specimen of manhood that was strolling past them. One of the kinkier ones had even slipped her shoes off and dug her toes into one of Tyler’s gigantic, squishy, nuts. He almost let out a loud, sexual moan of pleasure, but managed to stifle it and move on. He was just there to put on a show. He didn’t want to get too friendly with the locals. After dropping off his test, Tyler continued his runway strut back to his seat. His front row fangirl managed to sneak in another sensual jab at his other nut as he strolled past. Tyler tried to keep up his aura of empowered indifference, but he let out a little moan in spite him self. He quickly bit his lip and regained his composure. Once he got back to his seat, he continued his show as best he could without incurring the wrath of the teacher. He made a great show of being very bored now that he was done with his exam. He was stuck in the room until the bell rang to release him, but he really didn’t actually want to leave yet, anyway; he was enjoying the looks he was getting from the peanut gallery too much.             One by one, other students finished their exams. Many of them were sure to take a detour and walk along the outside of the classroom just to get a chance to be close to Tyler and his magnificent cock. Tyler would flash all of them a winning smile which encouraged them to give his beast a nice feel, if they were brave enough. Many of them took him up on his unspoken offer, and they lazily dragged their hand along the length of his soft, warm, shaft as they walked past him on their way to the teacher’s desk and then again on their way back.             Tyler was enjoying all the attention, but he was running the risk of popping a boner in class if he kept getting felt up by over half the class. Fortunately, just about everyone in class had already handed in their exams, with the exception of a few people who were still working and a few guys who were obviously done but did not dare leave their seats with the tents they were currently sporting.             Tyler continued showboating for the rest of the class. He would occasionally lean back in his chair and pretend to yawn; causing his shirt to slide up and reveal the well groomed treasure trail leading down to an equally groomed patch of pubic hair that was visible above his waistband. He would also occasionally rub a hand casually along as much of his shaft as he could reach. He was playing a dangerous game trying to keep himself hovering at a semi aroused state. He would begin to inflate to a semi, but then back off and let his arousal die down a bit. The steady rhythm of his cock swelling and deflating gave it the illusion of being a living, breathing creature.             For the first time in the history of Mrs. Ruben’s economics class, there was a murmur of sadness and disappointment when the ending bell finally tolled. The few lucky souls who had Tyler in their later classes were eagerly awaiting the next act of his solo play, but the rest dejectedly trudged off to their boring, unerotic normal classes.             The trek to Tyler’s second class went much the same as the one to his first; students and teachers parting before him, and his impressive endowments as if yielding to a king. Just being in the presence of Tyler’s magnificent piece was enough to fill many of the onlookers with a lust that could no longer be sated by normal men.             Tyler’s next class was in the newly constructed annex. It was much more modern than the rest of the school, and had much nicer fixtures as a result. Tyler was able to get into his normal desk this time, thanks to this particular model of student desk having a fold away desktop. Getting to his seat was much harder than actually getting into it, though. He had to squeeze in between the small rows of desks; often bumping up against the occupants with his massive balls. He even accidentally gave the dude who sits in front of him a face full of nutsack; although, really, the other guy had totally leaned into it, and welcomed the oncoming ball of flesh with open arms. Literally.             The current class was his speech class. It was a class on how to stand up and speak in public. It was easily Tyler’s best subject, since all it required him to do was stand in front of a bunch of people and bullshit for twenty minutes every few weeks and get a grade for it. Tyler never choked during his speeches.             As it would happen, Tyler was one of only a few students who had not done their final presentation yet. Tyler also had not bothered to prepare any topic to speak on. Not that he ever did. They were graded on how well they handled themselves in the speech, not so much the content. Tyler thrived off of the attention he got from being on the spot like that, unlike pretty much everyone else in class who would sweat bullets when it was their turn. The first two students went up and did their speeches. They were pretty boring, but that was about par for the course for the class. The first guy stuttered his way through some political piece on how U.S. greed was responsible for the outbreak of Somali pirates or some other boring shit like that. The next girl stammered her way through some poorly thought out argument about why Twilight was the best novel ever written. Ever. Tyler would have tried to steal some of the attention from the verbal train wrecks that were being paraded in front of him, but he was trying very hard to keep his semi from springing up into a full blown hardon. The guy in front of him was one hell of a horny bastard, and he was devious, too. Tyler’s junk was smushing up against this guy’s back. He didn’t seem to mind, though. If anything he was enjoying being up close and personal with Tyler Junior. Tyler couldn’t be sure if this dude was not so secretly very aroused by Tyler’s huge dick poking him in the back, or if he just wanted to make Tyler squirm in class. Tyler figured it was probably a little of column Gay and a little of column B. Either way, Tyler could feel the soggy fabric sticking to the tip of his cock. He was dribbling pre already and getting closer to a full on boning with every passing second. This guy was good, and the worst part was, is that he was doing it in such a way that he would look completely innocent when Tyler did finally bone in class. He was rocking back and forth in his seat; using his back to rub the tip of Tyler’s colossal cock. A cock that was already pushing up against this guy’s back by sheer virtue of it not having anywhere else to go. The guy was also rolling his shoulders in such a way as to cause his shoulder blades to rub up and down along the massive head of Tyler’s huge dick. Tyler couldn’t even think if there was a term for such a sexual maneuver. Surely someone somewhere had to have had the idea to jack someone off with their shoulder blades before, but it was all new to him, and it was proving to be super effective. Tyler breathed a long sigh of relief when he was called to do his speech. It figures he was the last person in class who needed to present. He walked slowly up to the front of the room. He took a few long, slow, breathes as he tried to steady his pulse, and bring his growing erection in check. He was still flying at half mast by the time he took his position in front of the class, but it was much better than it was when he stood up. Tyler actually felt much better now that he was the center of attention. He had all eyes on him, and most of said eyes were transfixed on his massive dick. It felt good to be back in his element, and now that he was in control, he could turn the tables on his horny neighbor. A mischievous grin spread across his face as he clapped his hands together and began speaking. “Magnets! How do they work?” This expectedly got a lot of laughs from his classmates and a disgruntled groan from his long suffering teacher. No one would be happier to see this school year over than Mr. Owens. “Tyler… if you don’t have an actual topic ready, I’d be glad to save us all some time and fail you right here.” Tyler didn’t even bat an eye. He kept his playful grin going strong as he deflected his teacher’s criticism. “Nah. It’s cool. I was just setting the mood. I was originally going to talk about the existential quandary of a pitiful meaningless existence in Albuquerque, but I think I’ll open the floor up to questions instead.” Tyler gestured to everyone in the class, but he kept his eyes locked on his would be molester. “You there. I know you have a question.” Tyler’s kinky neighbor was completely unprepared to be put on the spot like this. “Uh… no. I can’t think of anything.” He was flustered and desperately trying to avoid eye contact with anyone. “It seems to me that there is an elephant in the room, but no one wants to talk about it.” Tyler leaned forward and rested on his own gigantic cock, like a fire and brimstone preacher would lean into his pulpit, as he stared at the guy who was now sweating under the pressure. It was probably for the best, though. All the sweat spots that were forming on his shirt served to mask the giant splotch of pre that was dribbling down his back. Tyler’s classmate fumbled with words for a bit, but finally managed to ask the question that was on everyone’s mind. “Uh… How did you get… how did you get so big?” Tyler flexed one beefy bicep and shot the guy a sly grin. “Hard work and dedication.” This caused the class to erupt into laughter. The guy shook his head and stammered his way through a follow up question. “I mean… Well… Look at you!” Tyler flexed both arms like a bodybuilder in a competition. “I know, right?” This garnered more laughter, but someone from the back of the room called out between their own laughs, “He’s talkin’ about your dick, bro!” Tyler tilted his head and gave a devious grin, his eyes still locked on his jacker. “Well, why didn’t you just say so?” The whole class was howling except for the teacher and the target or Tyler’s jabs. The teacher just let out a loud, annoyed sigh. “Give your speech or get off the stage. We don’t have time for your antics.” Tyler just rolled his eyes. “Well, now that I have my topic, let’s discuss. How did I get so big?” Tyler shrugged. “A magic man did it.” The entire class was laughing again. It’s common knowledge that the easiest way to keep a secret is to tell everyone, but present it as a joke. Once the audience quieted down a bit Tyler continued his story. “Well, actually. I first noticed it this past weekend. Everything seemed a little bigger. You can imagine how excited I was, but the thing is…” Tyler’s voice got low and hushed as if he was telling a campfire ghost story. “It kept getting bigger.” Tyler’s cock seemed to shudder as he spoke the last word. Tyler continued his story, adding in dramatic hand gestures to make his sex fueled growth spurts seem like something out of a cheesy B horror flick. “What’s causing it?” Tyler leaned in and spoke in a hushed tone again. “No one knows.” He alternated his narrative this way. Speaking with emphatic gestures for the action, but then speaking in hushed tones when he added the “No one knows.” “Will it ever stop? No one knows.” “Is it contagious? No one knows.” “Is it even growing right now? At this very instant?” All eyes turned to stare at Tyler’s enormous cock. It was straining against the fabric. Every little detail of Tyler’s impressive meat was clearly visible as the fabric stretched so tight that it started to become borderline transparent. The stitches along the sides of the front pouch were beginning to pop and fray. Tyler leaned in for another hushed whisper. “Oh, I think we know.” After which he gave the class a devious wink. Just about everyone in the class was completely aroused from Tyler’s little show, especially his creeper from earlier. The front of the guy’s pants were damp from the beads of pre dribbling from his rock hard cock. He wanted to experience Tyler’s newly enhanced dick? Well it looks like he got more than he had bargained for. Several other students were really getting into it as well; especially a quiet, nerdy girl who always sat in the back. It was apparent to Tyler that she had been fingering herself for the duration of his little show and that she had just brought herself to a climax. It’s always the quiet ones that are the freaky ones. Tyler thought to himself bemusedly. The bell rang to announce the end of yet another class period. The teacher didn’t even bother to get out of his seat to dismiss the class. He just waved them off with a curt “go away.” After Tyler’s latest stunt, his nuts now dragged heavily along the ground as he walked; even with Sam’s custom fit ball bra. Tyler didn’t mind too much. It was totally worth it to see the looks on all of their faces as he grew right in front of their eyes. Tyler scooped up his bag and wandered off down the hall. He had a plan to regain some of his lost mobility, but he’d need some help to pull it off. Tyler nodded quickly to his kinky classmate. “You. With me.” Tyler knew this guy enough to know that they both had their lunch period next. Tyler trudged awkwardly towards the supply closet; his creeper following along awkwardly. Tyler quickly realized that something was not right here. The ground was soggy with crusty white fluid. If he didn’t know any better he’d say that this was a lake of drying cum. Of course the lazy janitors had just placed a caution cone up and called it good. Tyler was getting worried. If this was a huge puddle of spooge, then there are very few people who could have made it. Tyler hurried to the closet door as fast as he could; dragging his immense nuts through the muck as he went. The handle turns easy enough, but the door was jammed. He shoved against the door with all his might. The soggy ground was making it hard for him to really get a decent footing. Slowly but surely, Tyler managed to pry the door open enough for him to get in. His fears were confirmed as he saw what was inside. Sam was lying slumped over against the far wall. His enormous dick was now so large that it filled most of the closet. Sam shouldn’t be able to get any larger without Tyler around, so he must have released, but why? Sam’s face lit up when he saw Tyler, but then immediately went blank again. Tyler was confused by these sudden changes in Sam, and tried to get him to open up. “Hey. What happened?” Sam just gave Tyler a pleading look and nodded to something behind him. Tyler turned and looked behind him to see that his follower had slipped in with him. “Oh, hi Mark.” Tyler Then shooed Mark away, but changed his mind again. “Wait. On second thought, take that bucket and fill it with cold water.” Tyler shoved Sam’s hefty dick so that it was no longer pressing up against the door; allowing Mark to leave easily. Then Tyler turned back to Sam. “Ok. It’s just us. What happened?” Sam still looked uneasy. “I’m not sure any more…” Tyler just waited patiently for Sam to piece together his thoughts enough to continue. “I met a guy. I thought I liked him. I might still like him? I don’t know anymore…” “We can worry about him later. Let’s get you cleaned up and out of here. Why didn’t you call me for help? And why are you so big?” Tyler pulled Sam in for a bro-hug as he consoled his friend. Sam answered Tyler’s first question by pointing to the cum soaked pile of clothing in the corner. Somewhere in that soggy mass was Sam’s phone. Sam looked a little uneasy, but he explained as best he could. “It’s like I got tired of holding it in. It’s like whatever muscle I was using to hold it back just gave out.” Now that Sam mentioned it, Tyler could feel something similar. Like a dull ache in the back of is mind. It was almost as if some corner of his subconscious had been holding its hand of for twelve hours straight and just wanted to let its arm drop from pain and fatigue. If he let himself go at school, there’s no telling the amount of damage he could do. Tyler was confident enough in his self discipline that he felt he could keep his growth in check for at least a few more hours. Jake was another story, though. Tyler had to find Jake before he dropped the balls in school, but he also couldn’t leave Sam in the condition he was in. 

Chapter 37 - Geno-type pt. 37

Sam had been in the shower for what seemed like hours. It had probably been shorter than that, but time was only a marginal concern for Sam. He was more interested in letting the hot beads of water wash over him and rinse away all of his worries and concerns. Tyler’s mother had led him to this guest bathroom after he had arrived with the others. At first he was worried about being dragged away from his friends in a strange place with a woman he had only just met, but Mrs. Simmons had been very kind and reassuring. With her help, Sam had been able to relax a bit. He had been so high strung ever since this morning, it felt good to just let his worries drift away.             Now that his mind was no longer haphazardly crashing into itself as it raced around in circles at mach speeds, Sam was able to try and reason is way through the events of this morning. What did he know about Dalton? Not a lot other than what he had seen yesterday and today. Dalton had a bit of a reputation for sleeping around, but it was also pretty commonly accepted that he was never the one to enter into a relationship. Dalton giving someone else his number and saying that he wanted to see them again was simply unheard of.             So then if Sam was the first guy that Dalton had ever actively pursued, then what happened this morning? Why was he so upset about Sam’s impressive growth spurt? The more Sam mulled it over, the more he came to the conclusion that Dalton was only interested in his massive cock. Dalton was probably upset that Sam was now too big for him to ride. This explanation made some sense, but Sam couldn’t accept it for some reason. There was too much that he didn’t understand about Dalton, and he needed answers before he went any further.             Sam then remembered the tentative date he had set up with Dalton. It seems like he would soon have his chance to get the answers he was looking for. Sam just had to keep his resolve steady until then.             Sam looked down at his hands. His fingers had become shriveled from the prolonged exposure to the shower water. It was probably about time he got out and talked to Jake and Tyler. Dalton had invited them along as well, and Sam felt like he could really stand to have his friends by his side during the coming confrontation. Confrontation…? It was beginning to seem like Sam was getting ready for war instead of a date.             Sam shut off the water and reached out of the shower stall for a towel. He didn’t have to reach far because there was one hung up on the bar right outside the shower door. The act of drying off was therapeutic for Sam. It was like a low grade full body massage as he ran the fluffy cloth all along his body; wiping away the wetness. It was like he was rediscovering his body all over again.             Sam still couldn’t wrap his mind around just how impressively huge his dick was now. The hefty shaft reached the floor with plenty of extra tubing to spare.  His hose was as big around as his waist; probably a little bigger, actually. From Sam’s point of view it looked like his body stopped right below his waist and then the all e could see was the massive mass of cock and balls. His legs were completely obscured by the ginormous expanse of erogenous zone. Sam used his now slightly damp towel to wipe the mist from the mirror enough that he could get a decent look at himself. The image before him jived pretty well with the one in his mind. The mirror Sam’s humongous dick and nuts were all that was visible below Sam’s hips. The result was a vaguely naga-like creature with the lower body of a trouser snake instead of the scaly green serpent snake that is typically associated with such a mythical creature. Sam had to wonder if there was such a creature in mythology. He doubted there could be any such bizarrely erotic legends out there in the world, but then again, there is always Japan to consider. It was a wonder he was able to walk up the stairs in this state. Even with his enormous shaft slung over his shoulder, Sam’s massive, ground-scraping nuts were very difficult to maneuver with; especially when trying to navigate stairs. His makeshifts clothes had helped somewhat, but even then, maneuverability was limited. Not to mention, he had to be extra careful not to let his sheets slip any more than they already had. Tyler’s mother probably would have had a fit if she had seen Sam’s six feet of bubble gum. Then again, Jake and Tyler were far bigger than Sam was. It is possible that she would be beyond the point of being freaked out by it. Sam didn’t want to like his huge cock, but he did. His conscious mind was screaming at him for letting him get this big. He should have seen what was happening earlier and gotten safely away from Jake and Tyler and their infectious growth. The rest of his mind was enjoying the view. His main fears since yesterday had been that people would think he was a freak and that want him now that he was such a grotesque monstrosity. His brief foray out into public had proven otherwise. Not only had people seemed genuinely jealous and attracted to his impressive endowments, but he had even been hit on by at least one guy. Sam had almost completely forgotten about the coffee guy during all that had gone on today. Sam had managed to snag a guy even in spite of his colossal dong or maybe even because of it. Sam grinned in spite of himself as he stared at the reflection of his gigantic tool. If the Lyle liked Sam’s dick as much as Sam did, they were going to have a lot of fun together. Sam spent a moment thinking of how it could work. He was definitely too big to enter poor Lyle. It’s a shame too because he has such a cute butt. Sam liked to imagine him having a cute butt anyway; Sam couldn’t really see it behind the counter. Sam liked to imagine it as nice, firm, and round with maybe a few freckles on it, just like his face. Sam guessed this meant that he was going to have to bottom in this relationship. He could live with that, he supposed. Dalton had sure seemed to enjoy it. That doesn’t mean that he was going to just bend over and take it, though. He would have to make Lyle earn it. Sam absent mindedly stroked his shaft as he imagine the things he could have done to him. Lyle would have his work cut out for him as he tried to service Sam’s gigantic cock. Sam’s cock would probably be a little taller than Lyle. Sam had to wonder what would be going through Lyle’s mind as he stared at the towering mass of penis that dwarfed his whole body. Would he be intimidated? Emasculated? Turned on? It is possible it would be some combination of the three. Whatever it was that he felt, Sam had to hope that Lyle enjoyed it. Sam shook his head at the thought. Here he was dreaming up plans about some guy he had barely met and he still hadn’t resolved things with his current guy. Sure, Sam and Dalton had not been on an official date yet or anything of that nature, but Sam still felt the need to resolve things with one guy before moving on to the next. One way or the other he would have to figure out where he stood with Dalton first. Sam was a little startled when he heard a knock on the door. The voice on the other side was obviously Tyler’s mother. She sounded concerned. “You’ve been in there awhile. Is everything alright?” Sam knew he had been in there awhile, but he had no idea how long. He had no way of telling time with him, and there weren’t any windows in this bathroom for him to see outside and check to get a rough estimate. He responded cautiously. Sam was a little embarrassed to be talking to someone while he was naked, even though he knew she could not see him. “I’m fine… I just don’t have anything to wear.” This was true, although not the real reason he had been in there so long. Somehow telling is friend’s mom how he had been checking out his junk in the mirror did not seem like the best idea. “I put your clothes in the wash for you. They’ll be ready in an hour, but in the meantime feel free to use some of Tyler’s clothes. I am sure he won’t mind. When you get out of there, head towards the stairs and it will be the second door on the right.” Sam could hear Mrs. Simmons walk off almost immediately after she stopped talking. He was thankful that she was being such a generous host. He hadn’t even thought about his clothes from earlier. He would definitely need at least his underwear if he was going to go on his date tonight. He wasn’t sure if he should call it a date, but he could not think of anything better to call it; maybe his showdown; possibly even the battle at the big bridge. These both sounded way too dramatic and incredibly silly. For now “date” would have to suffice. Once Sam felt that he had given Mrs. Simmons plenty of time to get out of sight range, Sam poked his head out of the door and looked around. The coast looked clear, and it was a really short jaunt across the hall to Tyler’s room. Sam tied his towel around his waist and made his way out of the bathroom. The towel was more of a formality and force of habit than anything else. The towel was nice and large and easily reached down to Sam’s knees, but his enormous cock and balls reached down a lot farther. Sam made his way down the hall, but it was slow going. His walking was slightly hindered by his colossal tree and oranges, but even more than that, Sam was enjoying the feeling of the fluffy carpet brush against his junk. Sam was already a little aroused from his previous train of thought, and so his cock was extra sensitive. Waves of tingly pleasure coursed up his spine and sent chills through his body as the carpet rubbed against his sensitive shaft. Sam was quickly approaching a semi as he entered Tyler’s room. He took a moment to take stock of his surroundings before he shut the door behind him. This was obviously Tyler’s room. Well, unless Tyler had a brother that Sam had never heard of. This was a room that screamed teenage boy’s bedroom. There was a TV with an Xbox hooked up to it, and the walls were covered in sports posters; many of which were now splotchy and wrinkled after someone had apparently tried, unsuccessfully, to clean off the splattered jets of cum that had coated them. Sam opened the closet door and looked over the contents therein. Tyler really didn’t have much variety in terms of clothes; lots and lots of jerseys, a few t-shirts, one dressy shirt, a hoody, and an odd collection of really tacky sweaters; gifts from relatives, perhaps?  Sam pulled out the hoody and slipped it on. The hoody was warm and comfy, just like Sam had expected. It also smelled like Tyler. Tyler apparently didn’t wash this thing that often, but then again, does anyone ever wash their hoodies on a regular basis? It didn’t smell bad, though; far from it, actually. It just smelled like Tyler. Sam had smelled this scent before when Tyler had held him close. It was a manly scent, yet still soft and soothing. Sam zipped up the hoody and drank in the smell. The scent was getting to him. He could already feel his shaft inflating with arousal. Sam was most likely going to be stuck in this room for awhile. At least until his clothes were dry anyway. There was no way Tyler had anything that Sam could wear to hide his immense junk. Strangely enough, just having a shirt on made him feel a little more at ease, even though his trunk was still hanging out in the open. Just the existence of clothes was reassuring, even if it didn’t actually cover anything. Sam had to wonder if this is how Donald Duck feels. Sam slipped his hands into the front pockets of the hoody as he paced around the room. He was trying to keep himself occupied while he waited for his clothes, but he was also trying to keep his mind off of his growing arousal. The combination of the carpet brushing against his junk and Tyler’s smell wafting off of the hoody was making Sam super horny. He was trying with all his might to not just beat off right in his friend’s bedroom. Sam was really having a hard to keeping his libido under control. The more he tried to take his mind off of it, the more he thought that pounding one out would be the best idea. After all, judging by the pool of cum seeping into the carpet from the bathroom, someone had already beaten him to it. Sam supposed he could just take the hoody off, but it was so warm and comfortable. Tyler’s smell emanating from the clothing was doing more to sooth and calm Sam than it was to get him aroused. It was almost as if his friend had bundled up a hug and saved it for Sam’s use at a later date. As Sam paced the room, he noticed two jars sitting atop Tyler’s desk. He could only guess what was contained within, but if he didn’t know any better he’d say that the jars were full of jizz; most likely scooped up from the coagulating bog that was once a bathroom floor. Sam’s curiosity needed to be satisfied. He unscrewed the lid from one of the jars and sniffed he contents. It sure smelled like spunk. Sam knew he was going to regret this, but he needed to know for sure. He stuck two fingers into the white cream and stirred it around a bit. The spooge was still slightly warm. It must be at least somewhat fresh. Almost immediately Sam felt the tingling course through his loins. No doubt about it, this was Tyler’s jizz. What he was doing bottling it is anyone’s guess, but Sam could already feel the effects of his current growth. Sam’s already enormous cock was slowly expanding again. Sam watched in awe as a few more inches were added to his already massive mast. Although, at his current huge size, it wouldn’t have been that noticeable had he not been watching it happen. Sam hadn’t seen any change, but his balls also felt much heavier and fuller. Sam was rocked by waves of pleasure from his most recent growth spurt. Deep down he knew that he wanted to experience even more, but he realized that it would be foolish to do so. With a bit of regret, Sam screwed the lid back on to the jar and slipped it into the hoody pocket. Sam was about to lick the jizz off of his fingers, but quickly realized that that would be inviting further growth. Sam was trying to figure out the best way to clean his hand. He didn’t want to wipe it off on Tyler’s bedding, or clean clothes. He also couldn’t go into the bathroom and wash up. Slogging through the quagmire of miracle-gro seemed more than a little counterproductive. Sam spotted the laundry basket across the room. Maybe he could find something in there that he could use. At the very least he wouldn’t have to worry about getting the clothes dirty, and part of him was strangely exited about getting cum all over Tyler’s clothes, even if it was Tyler’s cum to begin with. Sam opened the basket and peeked inside. There was a few days worth of clothes in there. There was definitely something that he could use. Sam poked around in the basket for a minute, trying to find anything with the right consistency to use as a cloth to clean himself up with. The shorts were too rough, and the shiny, plasticy texture of the jerseys was not very good for wiping up with at all. Sam finally found an old pair of cotton boxers. They had seen better days, to be sure. The bottom was so ripped up that they served better as a short skirt than they did as boxers. Why would anyone even bother keeping something so ravaged? They were certainly comfy, though, and perfect for wiping up jizz. Judging by the splotches on them, Sam figured that is exactly what they were used for in the first place. Sam strolled back over towards Tyler’s bed as he wiped his hand off with the boxers. He had just about reached the bed when there was a knock on the door. Sam instinctively shoved the boxers into his pocket and climbed onto the bed. He pulled the blankets over his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed, letting his balls and junk hang over the side, before responding. “Hello?” The voice on the other side was Mrs. Simmons again. “It’s just me again. Are you doing alright? We haven’t had time to talk since you arrived.” Sam was hesitant to respond. He didn’t want to just send her away, but he also wasn’t really in the mood to talk. He was currently horny as hell, and his raging libido was all that was keeping his mind off his current boy troubles. “Uh. Yeah. I’m fine.” “Well, you don’t sound fine. Mind if I come in?” Apparently Tyler’s mom was just as good at seeing through Sam’s BS as Tyler was. Either that or Sam was really slipping lately. Sam didn’t want to send her away, mainly because he didn’t have a good excuse. Saying that he couldn’t find clothes would be like admitting that he was hung like a whale, and he wasn’t sure how that would go over. Mrs. Simmons had freaked out a bit when she had seen Tyler’s colossal dick. Sam finally reluctantly agreed, but not before making sure his cock was tucked up close against the bed and fully covered with the blankets. “Sure. Come on in.” Sam tensed up as Tyler’s mother stepped into the room and sat down beside him. He was so glad he had adjusted his dick to the other side of him. He would have died of shame had she tripped over his schlong, not to mention it probably would have hurt like hell, too. Sam hoped that she didn’t somehow figure out that he was naked under these covers. Mrs. Simmons sat down next to Sam and placed a hand tenderly on his shoulder. “Care to talk to me about what’s wrong? And don’t give me that ‘I’m fine’ crap. You came in here white as a ghost, and a look a shock, hurt, and fear in your eyes. You are not fine.” Sam was a little shocked. Did he really look that bad when he showed up? It’s possible. His memory of the event was hazy. He had been on autopilot since this morning. His preferred method for dealing with stress seemed to be to shut off his emotions and his mind and go into a full robotic semi-existence. On the subject of semis, her presence was doing wonders to kill his burgeoning erections. Not that she was bad looking or anything. Sam didn’t consider himself an expert in female beauty, but on a scale of one to awesome, she was pretty great. That said, Sam just wasn’t into girls, and it is super hard to lust after someone when that someone’s mom is sitting right next to you. “Oh… Did I really look that bad?” Sam inquired, less to reaffirm what she had said, and more to buy time. “Yes, you did. I don’t know what you’ve been through, but you can tell me. You can trust me.” She was certainly doing a good job of being reassuring, but Sam was not one to open up that easily. What would he even tell her? Some guy he thought he liked went batshit dominatrix on him this morning? No thanks. Mrs. Simmons could tell that Sam was going to fight her on this, but she was ready. It wasn’t the first time she had dealt with difficult teenage boys. “Going to make me work for it, are you? Well fine. Let me guess, girl trouble?” Sam gave no response. He remained completely emotionless. Tyler’s mother wasn’t about to be beaten so easily and continued her cross-examination. “Not a girl then?” She playfully nudged Sam in the arm. “Boy trouble then?” Sam unintentionally gave her the side eye, and Mrs. Simmons was quick to pick up on this. “I knew it. What is it, rough break up? Unrequited love?” Sam was determined to not give any more ground. Tyler’s mom was getting frustrated at Sam’s silent treatment. Not even Jake was this hard to pry information out of. She was really starting to appreciate just how easy it was to make Tyler spill everything. That boy couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. “Don’t be so defensive. Look, how about this. Just think of it like you are talking to your own mother, ok?” She was at first pleased to see Sam turning to face her, but she was not prepared for the look of sadness in his eyes. “I don’t have a mother.” His response hit her like a ton of bricks. Her heart broke for this boy she had just met. “You poor dear.” She kept repeating as she pulled him in close. Sam was surprised by the sudden hugging. It seemed to happen a lot in this family. Heart to hearts with his dad consisted of varying degrees of grunts and nods. This whole touchy-feely thing was a bit foreign to him. Also, apparently he now has to console her? Mothers are weird. “It’s OK. Really. I don’t even remember her. She died so long ago.” Sam reached around and awkwardly patted her shoulder. He begrudgingly had to admit that this was kind of nice, even if he didn’t know her that well. Mrs. Simmons quickly straightened up again. “That does it. Time to get a crash course in how to speak to your mother.” Wait… when she did become his mother? Sam was very confused about how to deal with this woman. “For starters, you will refer to me by my proper title of ‘mom’. Just go with it, it makes things easier in the long run. Ask Jake if you don’t believe me.” Sam found this scenario to be completely absurd, and kind of funny. He had to stifle a giggle, but apparently he didn’t stifle it well enough because she caught the slight change in his demeanor. “Ah ha. We’re getting somewhere.” “Mom?” Sam pondered aloud. He had only said it out of confusion, but Mrs. Simmons was quick to jump on it. “Yes, sweetie?” Sam wasn’t going to just blurt out his life story just because she had tricked him into calling her mom, was he? Although admittedly, at this point Sam couldn’t help but feel it would make his life a lot easier just to get it over with and spill it; kind of like yanking a tooth or ripping off a band-aid. “Ok. So there’s this guy, and I kind of liked him. I might still like him, but today he was kind of… pushy.” “Pushy? You don’t come staggering in here like you wandered in off the set of The Walking Dead from someone being pushy.” She remarked incredulously. Great, she was off the touchy-feely mode and back into lawyer mode. How does Tyler put up with this woman? “Well it was a little more than pushy. We… did it, but he was very… rough about it.” Sam felt so awkward talking about this, especially to some lady he had just met, and yet, he was feeling a little better about it. Mrs. Simmons quickly whipped out her phone. “I’m calling the cops.” Sam was confused at first, but quickly became alarmed. “What? Why?” “If this is a rape scenario he won’t be getting away with it.” She responded flatly. “What? No. It wasn’t like that. I mean, not really. Kind of?” Sam was completely thrown off by this sudden move from Tyler’s mother. He had never even thought about rape before. He didn’t think this counted, though. After all, he had been all for it until Dalton went all creepy. “I wanted him to. At first anyway. Then he got… violent. I don’t even know why.” Mrs. Simmons lowered the phone at the new news. “Explain.” Sam had no idea how to explain. Should he tell her everything? He didn’t want to admit to how he was on the floor while Dalton gave him the roughest footjob of his life. Not that he had had many footjobs, but still. That one was rough. “He said he was angry with me, but I couldn’t tell why.” Well, Sam knew that Dalton was at least partially angry that Sam had added a few feet to his dick over night, but there had to be more to it. Something in the way Dalton acted didn’t add up. “He just kept saying these awful things while we did it. I didn’t want to like it, but I kind of did. Like, I felt that somehow I deserved it? Did I deserve it?” With that, the phone was back in the pocket and she was back in mother mode. “Don’t ever think you deserve to be in an abusive relationship.” Abusive? Sam hadn’t thought of it like that before. He had only seen abusive relationships in movies where the guy would be throwing dishes and the girl and some other crazy stuff. This was just rough sex and awful words. Does that count? Mrs. Simmons could see the confusion on Sam’s face. “If he feels like he has to tear you down to keep you; that just means you’re above him. He’s not worth your time. You’re still young. You have your whole life to make mistakes and find someone new. Forget about him and find someone who deserves you.” Sam just sat there stunned. He had to admit, she was good. There was more to the story than what he told her, but her words still rang more or less true. Sam sat there replaying the scenes from this morning and taking her words to heart. He still wanted to like Dalton, even after Dalton had made him feel like shit. Sam was still confused about his feelings, but he was feeling somehow calmer and more collected now. Mrs. Simmons could see that Sam was going to need some time to gather his thoughts. “I’ll leave you alone for now. I’ll bring your clothes to you when they are done. If you decide you need me before then, I’ll be right across the hall.” With that, she left the room; leaving Sam alone with his thoughts. Sam was once again left to unravel his emotions and memories. This time however he was better prepared for the ordeal. He sat there on the edge of Tyler’s bed just thinking over the events of the past two days. Tyler’s mom was right about a lot of things. Eventually Sam was able to strengthen his resolve and decide what to do. He was going to meet with Dalton tonight, but not as a date. It was going to be an ultimatum, one last attempt to understand Dalton and try and work things out. If Dalton doesn’t give Sam reason to stay, or ever makes Sam feel like he did today again, it is over. Sam flopped back into the bed. He was mentally exhausted from battling his inner demons for the whole day. The smell of Tyler wafted up from the bed and the hoody. Sam had almost forgotten how horny he was. Sam looked down and saw that his shaft had already inflated a bit and was starting to lift off the ground. At least someone hadn’t forgotten how horny he was. Sam pulled the hoody up so that it covered his nose. He could feel Tyler’s scent permeating him to his very core. He could almost taste it. Sam’s colossal shaft was pointing straight up by now. He wanted release, but he wanted something more, too. Sam’s shaft was far too thick for him to wrap his hands around, but he did the best he could. He grabbed on to either side and stroked up and down. He was so glad to have his extra foreskin tonight. The tide of skin rolled back and forth across the tip of his cock, jacking off the sensitive flesh he wouldn’t be able to reach otherwise. Tyler’s scent was filling Sam’s body and soul. His mind could only see image’s of Tyler; his beautiful face, his wonderful smile, his amazing ass, and that cock. Oh god, that cock. Sam would worship every single inch of it no matter how big it got, even if it took him three lifetimes. Sam needed more though. He needed to fill all his senses. Sam sucked on the collar of the hoody while he jacked himself off. He could even taste Tyler now, but it was still not enough. The flavor from the hoody was old and stale. He wanted something fresher. He needed something fresher. Sam fumbled around in his pocket and fished out the boxers. He stuck the boxers in his mouth and began sucking on them; drinking in as much of Tyler’s flavor as he could. He could taste Tyler’s skin, Tyler’s sweat, and even Tyler’s cum. Sam could feel the warm tingle pulse through his already gigantic cock as he sucked in Tyler’s flavor. He could tell he was getting bigger, but he did not care. All he wanted now was to get off. Sam could feel his shaft swelling and swelling, it was quickly getting too big to grasp. His balls were also swelling by the second. The two already gigantic orbs continued to inflate to truly goliath proportions. With each surge of growth, Sam came closer and closer to orgasm. He wanted nothing more than to cum, but he was still not quite ready. Sam could no longer get a decent grip of his cock. He was too enraptured by the pleasure arcing through his body to open his eyes and see just how huge he had gotten, but he didn’t care at this point. If his hands can no longer jack himself off, then he’d find a better use for them. Sam placed his feet against his own enlarged nuts and lifted his ass off the bed. It was obvious that he was no longer going to be able to top again, so he may as well learn to love life on the other side. Huge beads of pre had already been rolling down Sam’s giant shaft; completely drenching Sam and soaking the bed. Sam used these to wet his hands. The slimy substance worked well enough for what he was going to do. Sam pressed his now saturated middle finger against his puckered hole and slowly slid it in. It was so hard to get just one finger in, he was amazed that there are people who can easily slide whole dicks up there, not to mention things even larger. Sam played at his whole for a bit with his middle finger; slowly managed to get a feel for how the muscles worked and opened. He slowly and steadily managed to get his second finger in. Now that he had two fingers in, he could work on feeling around. Somewhere in there is the sweet spot, the spot that was supposed to make it all worth while. Stretching out his hole felt pretty great, but it felt more like a relaxing stretch than anything particularly orgasmic. Sam poked around up in there not really sure what he was looking for. He felt around at various angles when suddenly he felt a shock run up his spine. He retraced his steps and found that spot again, and had the same results. This must be the place, he thought, and pressed hard against it with both fingers. Sure enough, Sam’s colossal cock bucked like a stallion. He could feel another shock of pleasure as the sensitive tip of his dick slapped against the roof as his cock bucked. He had been holding his dick downward since it had already grown too tall to stand upright. Sam couldn’t even imagine how huge it must be now, nor did he care to think about why he was still growing. Sam rocked his hips slowly back and forth while he fingered his hole. He let the roof press against the top of his cock and slide his foreskin back and forth across his sensitive tip while he learned firsthand the joys of anal play. Sam’s had long since lost the ability to think as he brought himself closer and closer to orgasm. The combined pleasure of his huge cock being jacked by the ceiling, his fingers play at his newly discovered g-spot, and the mellow tingle of growth still coursing through him soon became too much. Sam bucked his hips one last time as he rammed his ringers as deep as he could; pressing down into his sweet spot wit all he could muster. He let out a low moan as his dick erupted like Vesuvius. The sexy moan even caught Sam off guard, but it only served to make him cum harder. Gallon upon gallons of warm spunk flooded out into Tyler’s room; coating the wall, the floor, anything in range. Sam gasped for breath as his monolithic nuts continually drained all their seed and instantly re-inflated. Sam fired jet after sticky jet as he struggled to catch his breath. Each orgasm wracking his body to the core. He could feel the pool of jizz steadily rising as he flooded the entire room. The goopy pool rose and rose. It quickly became too much for Sam to handle as the lake of cum rose past his ankles and even higher. Sam’s torrential burst of cum showed no sign of slowing as he eventually lost consciousness. Sam awoke sometime later to finally witness the true extent of the damage. Tyler’s bed was soaked with pre, the rest of his room was coated in a thick layer of spooge, and Sam’s dick had swelled to unheard of proportions. He had no way of guessing its size, but it dwarfed Jake’s and even Tyler’s. Sam looked on in shock and awe at the sleeping behemoth before him. It made no sense. How could he have grown so much from just the residual cum on Tyler’s boxers? Sam looked down on the bed beside him and noticed a little silver lid. He had not put the lid on the cum jar back on well enough, the contents of the jar had been slowly spilling out onto him the entire time. Sam mentally traced a path along the vast expanse of his cock. His now floppy shaft stretched across the room, bumped against the wall on the opposite side, and then draped along the wall as it… passed in front of the restroom door… Sam’s cock had been basting in the residual juices of Tyler’s previous cumsplosion. The slow moving glacier of jizz had been slowly seeping out of the restroom onto Sam’s immense cock. Sam had no way of moving the leviathan that stretched out before him. He was stuck there unable to do anything but watch his bloated cock steadily inflate more and more as it soaked up more and more cum. Sam fell back in the bed and laughed. He didn’t find the situation all that funny, but what could he do? He wanted to run away, but he was stuck there. He wanted to hide, but his dick was probably visible from space by now. He wanted to cry, but all he could do was cackle. And cackle he did. Others in the house heard the commotion and came to check on him. There was a knock on the door followed by Tyler’s voice. “Are you ok?” Sam couldn’t respond, nor did he want to. Tyler called out to him again. “Are you ok? … That’s it. I’m coming in.” Sam watched as the door opened slowly. A sense of dread filled him as he saw the outlines of Jake and Tyler in the doorway. His two friends were going to see just what he had become.   

Chapter 33 - Geno-type pt. 33

Tyler knew he needed to act fast if he was going to help both Sam and Jake before things got way too messy. Fortunately, his last class of the day was technically already over. They had written their final papers in there on Monday, and today was just peer review day; which is to say, everybody acted like they read each others papers when they really just sat around and talked all period. Tyler could easily skip out without having to worry about any negative consequences. He also knew that Jake had no reason to be at school other than to provide transport for Tyler and Sam. Tyler had no idea what Sam’s class schedule was like, but Sam was in no condition, physically or mentally, to be attending classes.             Tyler heard a knock on the door and so he walked over and opened the door a crack. He could see that Mark was waiting on the other side with a full bucket of cool water. Tyler quickly opened the door and swiped the bucket and then shut the door in Mark’s face before he could even say anything. Tyler really didn’t want to let that creeper stare at his friend in such a vulnerable position. Tyler would put on a show for anyone who wanted one, but he knew Sam was much more guarded about showing off his body. It’s kind of a shame too, because Sam really did have a fantastic body. At least Sam had gotten comfortable enough in front of Tyler to let it all hang out around him.             Tyler poured the bucket of water along the length of Sam’s rapidly dwindling cock. Tyler was glad that the water seemed to be cold enough to get Sam back down to his minimum and manageable size, but there was still the issue of how to smuggle Sam out of school. His clothes were in no way wearable in their current cum covered state. Tyler would have to rig up some sort of covering for Sam. He had a few ideas, but he’d need Jake’s help.             Oh, shit. Jake. Tyler really had to find Jake fast. There was no telling when the dam would break. If Jake couldn’t keep his growth in check and let loose in the middle of class the results would be disastrous.             Sam seemed to have calmed down a bit, and he was small enough to be mobile again. Hopefully he’d be fine on his own for a little bit while Tyler took care of things with Jake. Tyler crouched down next to Sam and put a hand reassuringly on his shoulder. “Hey, Jake really needs my help too. Will you be fine on your own for a few minutes while I take care of him? I’ll bring you something to wear and so we can get out of here soon.”             Sam’s eyes lit up a little as Tyler mentioned leaving. Sam was not comfortable being around campus in his current state, and was visibly rattled by whatever had happened to him this morning. He just wanted to hide away from people for awhile. The thought of spending the rest of the day just hanging out with Jake and Tyler like they had the night before, sounded like the best thing for him right now.             Tyler turned and rummaged through Sam’s spooge saturated clothing until he found Sam’s cell. It was a little gooey, but seemed to be in working order. Tyler flipped it on, and a little message popped up saying that the new software had finished installing. Tyler quickly dismissed the prompt. He just wanted to be sure that Sam had a working phone. Tyler had no interest in snooping on whatever Sam had been downloading today.             Tyler was a little confused to find that the phone was lying out in the pile of clothes and not in any of the pockets. Sam must have been using it briefly before his growth hit. Tyler figured that the reason Sam had not tried to call anyone was because it was very difficult for him to move in the closet with his massive dick blocking the way.             Tyler handed Sam his phone. “Here. Keep this with you. I’ll message you when we are at the door. Keep this place locked until then, ok?”             Sam just nodded silently in understanding. Tyler really hated to leave him in the state, but it was the best chance they had of getting out of here with the minimal amount of physical, emotional, and property damage.             Once Tyler left the room, Sam slowly got up and locked the door. His mind was still slowly trying to process everything that had happened. Dalton had made him feel so great and so worthless all at once. Sam’s emotions were cycling rapidly between varying degrees of love and hate. He had really liked Dalton yesterday, but Dalton had shown a very scary side to him earlier today. Dalton had mellowed out in a matter of minutes, though. It’s like he had caught himself, and by the end of their time in the closet, Dalton was almost completely back to his previous self. Sam didn’t know how to feel about these rapid changes in personality, or what to think of Dalton in general.             Sam also was uncomfortable with himself. Some part of him had enjoyed the way Dalton had held so much power over him. Sam felt sick to his stomach thinking of how he had gotten off to the way Dalton was abusing him. Sam felt ashamed and embarrassed. All Sam really knew was that he didn’t want that type of relationship.             Sam leaned back against the now locked door and slowly slid down to the ground. He landed with a splash in the cooling pool of jizz that still covered the floor. Sam absent-mindedly flipped his phone on and off as he the thought over the events of the past day. Eventually, Sam wiped the excess spooge off of the screen with a relatively clear part of his arm, and was surprised to see that some of the cracks that had formed in his screen over the past year seemed to wipe off with it. If Sam’s mind had been in a better state, he may have given this more than a cursory notice, but as it was, he was far too preoccupied with other things to give more than a bemused. “…huh.”             Tyler hurried off to the locker room as quick as he could, but it was slow going with his newly enhanced girth. Tyler silently cussed himself out for forgetting to grab the dolly from the supply closet like he had originally intended, but he didn’t dare go back there until he was ready for Sam. He didn’t want to give Sam any false hope about them already being ready to go. Tyler was better off carrying his own weight for now, and then grabbing the set of wheels when he was ready to help Sam.             Tyler turned the corner into the locker room and was greeted by a solid wall of flesh. There’s only one thing that this massive, spongy barrier of skin could be. Well, two things actually, but seeing as Tyler had no way of obtaining a pokeflute, he had to hope that this particularly lazy, round roadblock was actually one of Jake’s colossal balls. It would appear that Tyler was a little too late to stop Jake from growing, but at least Jake had picked a relatively safe location to really let himself go. Tyler was pretty sure that there would be no one in the locker room at this time normally, and if there was, Tyler hoped that they would have enough sense to try and escape the expanding mass of cockflesh. That being said, Tyler knew that he had seen his boyfriend’s giant balls slowly swelling their way in his direction he would have hopped right on and enjoyed the ride. Tyler made a note to do just that once they were safely out in a place that was big enough to handle them.             Sam’s phone chirped. He was startled by it, because he had not expected a response from Tyler so soon. He turned the phone on again and read the message. “Hey. I’m going to need the dolly and the bucket. Could you get those ready for me?” Sam had no idea what was going on, but it gave him something to do. He really needed a little diversion. Being left alone with his thoughts was really not doing him any good right now.             Sam found the bucket easy enough, but he wasn’t sure what dolly Tyler was talking about. He knew that Tyler obviously wasn’t referring to some sort of toy doll, but all the dollies that Sam had dealt with when helping his dad had been the upright kind. The sort that had two rear wheel and long upright handles with a little shelf for loading furniture and heavy equipment onto. There was nothing in this room matching that description.             Then Sam saw what he was looking for. Hanging up on the far wall was a two foot by three foot rectangular wooden ring. It looked kind of like a picture frame on wheels. Now that he saw it, he knew exactly what it was and how Tyler knew it was in here. Earlier in the school year Tyler had gotten sent to detention for causing a disturbance at school. This was a not altogether uncommon occurrence, but Sam remembered this particular scene very well. It was actually he first time he had seen Tyler, and was when he had developed his crush.             Sam had been trying to find his way around the school. He was still new there, and didn’t know much of where anything was. He was standing in the middle of the hallway trying to make heads or tails of the rudimentary map that he had been given at orientation for the first day of school. He was too focused on the map to hear the loud rattling noise careening towards him or to notice the crowd of people in hallway parting like a bad 90s haircut. He had vaguely become aware of the sound of someone laughing. It was such a warm and friendly laughter that Sam had immediately felt at peace with whoever it was coming from.             Sam didn’t have to wait long to find out the owner of the voice. In a matter of seconds he could hear the voice shouting. “Hey guys! I’m going to leap Springfield Gorge! … OH shit! Hey! LOOK OUT!” Sam looked up from his map to see Tyler, riding the dolly like a skateboard straight down the middle of the hallway; careening right towards Sam.             In one swift motion, Tyler had hopped off of his makeshift skateboard, scooped up the dolly, and skid to a halt but a few inches from Sam. Sam’s was now face to face with the most handsome guy he had ever seen. Tyler’s sparkling green eyes seemed to glow with a friendly light.             Sam couldn’t even speak. He didn’t want to risk outing himself so soon, but he could feel is face getting warm. He knew he was already blushing. Sam wanted to turn away and hide his face, but he couldn’t pull his gaze away from those beautiful eyes. Tyler’s friendly grin helped Sam relax quite a bit.             “So you’re new here, huh?” Tyler plucked the map right out of Sam’s hands. “Oh. You’ve got Jenkins. He’s a total hardass. You’re not far off, though.” Right then, the Vice Principal managed to catch up to Tyler. His face was bright red from running; trying to catch up with the maniac who was speeding through the hallways. He placed one hammy hand heavily on Tyler’s shoulder. “Son, we are going to have to have a few words.” Tyler just nodded nonchalantly as he continued looking over Sam’s map. He gave the vice principal a dismissive wave as he replied. “Oh, sure. Just give me a minute here.” Tyler continued pointing out landmarks on the map. “See. You’re right here. You want to go over the science annex. So go down the hall, hang a left at the gym. Jenkins’ class is the third door on the left.” Tyler made a few quick notes on the map and handed it back to Sam. Then he turned to the Vice Principal. “I guess we’re going back to your place, then? You could have at least bought me dinner first.” Tyler hoisted the dolly up under his arm and readjusted his backpack. Then with a quick, enthusiastic upward point and an “Allons-y!” he strode off in the direction of the principal’s office, with the flustered VP following behind. Sam looked at his map and saw that Tyler had jotted down some major landmarks onto it. This made it so much easier for Sam to learn his way around the school. Sam was going to be sure to thank him later. Throughout the course of the rest of the day Sam had learned the name of the handsome dude who had helped him that morning. It wasn’t too hard. Tyler’s stunt was the talk of the entire school. Sam quickly learned that Tyler was given detention after school that day for his escapades. This seemed very lax to Sam, but apparently Tyler was the school’s star athlete, and they didn’t want to risk him getting blocked from participating in sports. Sam had also found out that Tyler was the captain of the soccer team; a surprising accomplishment for a junior. He also found out that the soccer team had open enrollment after class that day. Sam had plenty of time to kill after class that day anyway, and he really wanted a chance to meet Tyler again. Sam waited outside of the detention hall after school for Tyler to finish his sentence. When Tyler finally got out, Sam walked over to him and forced himself to speak. “I wanted to thank you for helping me earlier… and I’m sorry that you got caught.” Tyler just laughed, which confused Sam a bit at first. “Don’t worry about that, man. I was going to get caught anyway. Glad I could help out.” Sam struggled with his words a bit more, and finally managed to speak again. “I also… I would like to join the soccer team.” Tyler just nodded. “Ok. See you at practice tomorrow.” Sam was taken aback. “Wait, what?  Just like that? Don’t I need to try out or anything?” Tyler rolled his eyes back as he thought. “No, not really. Anyone who wants to can get on the team. We’ll keep on eye on how you play during practice and decide who gets to be on the main line, though. So, if you want to actually play, you better bring you’re A-game to practice.” Sam perked up at this. Tyler was going to be watching him as he practiced? You can guarantee Sam was going to give it 110%. “Yes, sir!” Tyler laughed his good natured laugh again. “No need to be so formal. Name’s Tyler by the way.” He held out his hand to Sam. Sam eagerly shook Tyler’s hand. “I’m Sam. Well, Samwise, but just call me Sam.” Tyler cocked his head to the side a bit and gave Sam a sly smirk. “You’re a little tall for a hobbit aren’t you?” Sam was unexpectedly pleased to hear that Tyler knew about hobbits, and that he seemed to appreciate the reference. Sam was planning on making some sort of comment in reply, but he mind was still sort of fumbling along with a mixture of young love goofiness and good old fashioned social awkwardness. Before Sam could formulate any sort of response he heard someone else chime in. “And you’re a little short for a storm trooper. Seriously, bro, you think I have time to sit around and wait for your ass to get out of detention?” “No one says you have to wait for me. I can get home just fine.” Tyler waved Jake off dismissively. “As if! Do you know how much shit I would get from your mom if I ditched you? Oh, and who’s the kid?” “Oh. He’s just some freshman who wants on the team.” Sam’s heart sunk a bit as he heard himself referred to in such a disinterested way. He was just another freshman to this guy, wasn’t he?  Tyler turned back to Sam and gestured towards Jake. “And this is my douchebag next-door neighbor.” Tyler then gestured back and forth between Sam and Jake as he did introductions. “Fish. Tool. Tool. Fish. Great. We’re all friends now.”   Jake had known Tyler long enough to know that he was just joking around and being an ass so he didn’t take any offence at being called a tool, but he wasn’t going to let it slide so easy. Jake mustered up his best mock defiance and retaliated. “Oh, I’ll show your smart ass a tool when we get home.” Jake immediately realized that what he said could be perceived as being sexual and turned bright red. Jake turned and stomped off to his jeep before anyone would have time to read too much into what he had just said. “I’m going home. If you aren’t at the car in five minutes I’m leaving without you.” Tyler waved goodbye to Jake with a mix of genuine friendship and good natured snark and then turned back to Sam. “Don’t mind him. He’s always like that. I swear. He’s a great guy if you actually get to know him. He just doesn’t make it easy. Anyway, I really should get going. See you at practice!” Tyler hurried off after Jake, leaving Sam to think over what had just happened. Sam was a little disheartened, but he wasn’t ready to admit defeat yet. He had decided to join the soccer team and become so good that Tyler had to notice him. Maybe, if he played his cards right he could get close to his new crush while he was at it. Sam followed through on his plan, and quickly became one of the top players on the team, but it was many months before he could actually work up the courage to talk to Tyler about anything other than the basic soccer team topics. The chirp from Sam’s phone brought him back to the present. “Yo. I’m at the door.” Sam unlocked the door, and Tyler entered almost instantly. “Got the stuff?” Sam nodded and handed Tyler the bucket and then pulled the dolly off the wall. Sam couldn’t help but smile in spite of all the stress he was under. This little contraption was partly to blame for having brought him and Tyler together. Sam supposed he would have seen Tyler around the school anyway over the course of the next few months, but if they had met later Sam might not have been able to join the team and get close to Tyler. A strange chance encounter on his first day at school had led him up to this moment, and for better or for worse, Sam wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Tyler took the bucket, but didn’t accept the dolly. “Just put it down.” Tyler then grabbed onto the fabric lining of his monolithic bulge. “Just slide it under. Ready? Three… Two… One… Go!” Tyler pulled up on his briefs and hoisted his gargantuan package off the ground high enough that Sam could slip the wheeled platform under it. Tyler let go of his ginormous junk and let it rest atop the dolly. The wooden contraption under him gave a groan of protest, but held the weight well enough. “Whew. That makes my life so much easier. Glad this school only has one level.” Tyler gave Sam a reassuring grin. “You sure you are ok here by yourself?” Sam just nodded in reply. Tyler looked him over for a minute before speaking. “Ok, but if you need anything, just message me. I’ll be here as soon as I can. Oh and keep the door locked like last time.” Tyler gave Sam a cheesy thumbs up as he backed out of the closet; the wheels rattling and squeaking under him as he went. Sam locked the door as soon as Tyler was gone, and went back into his moral and emotional dilemmas. Tyler stopped by the restroom on his way to the gym. He was actually glad that the tap water here somehow managed to remain at negative fifty degrees no matter how many hundreds of degrees it was outside. Seriously, it could be 114 degrees outside, but if you tried to wash your hands in the bathroom without letting it heat up first you’d get frostbite instantly. You fingers would crack off, as they crystallized like T-1000 in nitrogen. With his bucket filled, Tyler scooted off to the lockers to shrink down his enlarged lover. Once, Tyler reached the locker room, he haphazardly splashed the fleshy wall in front of him, causing the spongy barricade to recede enough that he could enter. The whole scenario gave him a strange Jabu Jabu vibe, but he shook the though out of his head. He was just opening a door to the lockers. It’s not like he was crawling around inside of Jake’s monstrous cock. Not yet anyway, but Tyler was always down to try new things. The splash of cold water was but a drop in the bucket compared to Jake’s titanic dick. It caused his colossal endowment to recede just enough for Tyler to slip in, but that was all he really needed. Once he was into the shower area he could crank all the faucets to full blast and really get the party started. Tyler was in awe of what he saw when he entered the locker area. Jake’s cock was beyond huge. It was packed in to the large, open changing room so tightly that the lockers had all been uprooted and smashed against the walls. Jake himself could not be seen, but it was pretty obvious where he was. Tyler just hoped that he hadn’t been too uncomfortable being pinned to the roof by his own monumental shaft before Tyler had shown up. Even in its slightly reduced state it was still a pretty tight fit. Tyler had to inch along the side of the wall to get over to where all the showers were. Many of the shower partitions had been bent or altogether torn off their hinges by the onslaught of cock that had just crashed against them like the juggernaut, bitch. Tyler didn’t have to try very hard to redirect the showerheads to spray onto Jake’s enormous wang. The thing was so huge, he doubted even a Bond henchman could miss it. Tyler went from stall to stall turning the water on at full blast, and setting the stream to the coldest setting possible. By the time he had gotten to the third stall, Jake was already back down to what could be considered normal for him. Tyler quickly reversed his course and shut down all the showers. Tyler ran over to Jake as quickly as he could. Now that the giant mound of dick was out of the way, Tyler could tell that the room was flooded with cum. Jake must have come in here in an effort to get off. It’s very fortunate that he had done so, It’s hard to say what would have happened if Jake had been in an area that was cramped or crowded when he began losing control of his growth. Tyler quickly got over to where Jake was. Well, the main body anyway. If you were to consider Jake’s mondo-cock in calculating his location, then Tyler would never have been more than five feet from Jake at any given time. “Hey. Are you ok?” Tyler gave Jake a gentle shove on the shoulder in an attempt to rouse him. Jake just let out a low groan of pain. Tyler could see that his back had a lot of deep red marks on it from being pressed up so hard against the faux stucco ceiling for so long, but other than that he seemed fine. It probably hurt like a bitch, though. “Can you move? We need to get out of here.” Again Jake just groaned in response; this was less a groan of pain and more a groan of some guy who did not want to get out of bed yet; so in other words, typical Jake. Tyler shoved Jake harder. “Come on. Sam needs our help.” Jake looked up from his own massive, cushiony balls that he had been so comfortably nestled in. “What? What’s wrong?” “I’m not sure, but he’s in a bad state. We need to get him out of here. Come on. Let’s get you dressed.” Tyler slogged through the cum flooded lockers and started collecting Jake’s loose articles of clothing. Fortunately, Jake’s undies had landed on top of a locker and had avoided the flood. There was a little splotch on the front, but they should be serviceable. The rest of his clothes were cumpletely soaked, though. By this time Jake was up and mobile, but his junk was getting covered in jizz as he sloshed through the muck. It was going to be difficult getting him ready to be seen in public. Thinking quickly Tyler picked up one of the uprooted benches and carried it over to one of the stalls. After using the force of the water spraying from the shower head to blast away all of the spooge on the floor of the stall, he plopped the bench down sideways to form a bit of a storm wall to keep more from seeping back in. Jake stepped over the makeshift barrier in front of the shower stall, and stood under the stream. Tyler helped him by scrubbing all the excess spunk from his shaft and balls; getting completely soaked in the process. It felt so amazing. Jake could feel his shaft beginning to engorge again as his little lover worked his dick over with the rags. Jake struggled to keep his sanity. He really couldn’t afford to flood the room yet again, and they were racing against the clock. Jake was really worried about his new friend, and it was his worry for Sam that helped him keep his raging libido in check. Tyler finished scrubbing down Jake in silence. His mind was racing with all the things he needed to do to get them all out of the school. He could piece together a decent outfit for Jake, but he had nothing for Sam. Once Jake was sufficiently clean, he grabbed some clean towels from the little cabinet in the corner and helped Jake dry off. Jake knew his clothes were in no shape to be worn; especially not in public. “Maybe I should just wait here? You can come get me on you way out.” Jake wasn’t too keen on streaking through school; especially given how hard it would be to cover himself in case of an emergency. He realized it was a little silly to be so self conscious at this stage, especially seeing as anyone who saw him fully clothed would get an eyeful of his gigantic equipment. Somehow, that thin layer of fabric encasing his junk gave him the self confidence he needed to stroll around with everything on display. Oh, and streaking is technically illegal. So there’s that, too. Tyler just threw Jake’s relatively clean underoos to him. “No can do. We’re getting Sam together.” Tyler grabbed another clean towel and rolled Jake’s saturated clothing into it for safe transport and then set the bundle on a clean spot atop one of the overturned lockers. He then pulled off his plaid, flannel overshirt and passed it to Jake. “Here. Put this on. It’s not a full outfit, but it’ll at least get you covered.” Jake nodded and began pulling the shirt on. “What about pants?” Tyler shrugged. He didn’t have any plans for getting pants for Jake. “Honestly, I don’t think anyone will be looking at your legs.” Once Jake was dressed and they had left the locker room, Tyler pulled out another clean towel he had brought with him and wiped the jizz off his feet. He then passed the towel to Jake who did the same. “Ok. So here’s the plan. We go to the nurse’s office. Grab some sheets, and then go get Sam.” Tyler and Jake tried to sneak through the hallways, but it was no good. Even if their huge bulges didn’t give away their position from a mile away, the loud squeaking from the now cum covered wheels of Tyler’s ball cart sure did. Jake tapped Tyler on the shoulder and asked in a loud whisper. “Dude. What’s that noise?” “Oh.” Tyler thrusts his hips back and forth; causing the wheels to squeak with each movement. “I got some wheels put on. I kind of needed a little help getting around.” “What?” Jake craned his head off to the side; getting a good look at Tyler’s newly enhanced junk for the first time. “You got bigger than me, you ass!” Tyler turned back to look at Jake as best he could and playfully patted him on the cheek. “You know you like it, babe.” Tyler said with a coy grin, but his face quickly turned serious. “We really gotta hurry. I don’t know how long I can hold my growth in.” Tyler wheeled himself off to the nurse’s office with a renewed burst of speed, and Jake hobbled along behind him. When they reached the office, Tyler immediately started grabbing sheets from the closet and passed one to Jake. “Here. You can wear this as a skirt if you are still feeling self conscious.” Jake did just that, but it somehow only made him feel even sillier. Oh well, According to Tyler, once they got Sam they were headed back to his place. Jake would feel much more comfortable in the safety of Tyler’s house. Once there they could make preparations for the showdown with Jake’s parents. Jake felt a chill run down his spine as he thought of it. He really had no idea how his parents would handle it. They were nice enough people. They were just… a little out of touch with the world outside of the church. Tyler again led the charge over to the storage closet that Sam was hiding in; a bundle of sheets loaded into his arms. Jake followed close behind; carrying a smaller bundle of his clothes wrapped in a now soggy towel. Jake was a little confused when Tyler stopped right outside of the small janitor’s closet and whipped out his phone. Tyler input a message and sent it. In a matter of seconds the door unlatched from the other side and swung open.             Jake was shocked to see Sam when he entered the closet. Sam had always been pale, but now he was white as a ghost. Now Jake could see why Tyler was so dead set on getting him out of the school. Sam really looked like he needed some time in the company of friends. “Feeling any better?” Tyler shifted the mass of sheets to one arm so he could lay a hand reassuringly on one shoulder. Sam nodded, but still didn’t speak. Tyler gave his best reassuring smile in response. “Great. Here, we’ve got some sheets. We should be able to make a decent enough outfit out of these. Well, good enough to get you home anyway.” With Jake’s help, Tyler was able to use the first sheet to form a makeshift sling for Sam’s nuts, and then used the other sheet to wrap Sam up. Sam clutched his massive shaft close to his chest as he was wrapped up like a mummy. By the time he was done, he looked like a strange hybrid of Quasimodo and E.T. The sheet covered him well enough, and even made a nice little hood to hide his cum soaked hair, but the way Sam was hoisting his massive shaft over one shoulder made him look like he was hunch backed. Despite the oddity of his outfit, Sam actually looked the most normal of the bunch. His wrapping managed to hide his equipment very well, and so he was the only one of the trio who did not have their massive package jutting obscenely out in front of them. They had managed to get out of the school easily enough. Anytime any of the roving hall monitors seemed to be about to cut them off, Tyler flashed a nurse pass that he had had the foresight to swipe while they were raiding the office. If any of the monitors had wanted to, they could have seen that the pass had nothing written on it and stopped them, but at this close to the end of the school year even the pseudo-militaristic disciplinary committee had stopped taking school seriously. Once in the parking lot, it was a quick jaunt to Jake’s Jeep and they were on their way to Tyler’s place. They had to change their seating arrangements a bit, though. Tyler had now far outgrown the passenger seat, and had to sit sideways in the back; one seat for him, and the other two for his behemoth dong. While Jake drove, Tyler whipped out his phone and began dialing. Tyler breathed a sigh of relief as a familiar voice answered after the third ring. “Yo, Uncle Mark! Look, we’re headed home, but I’m going to need you to hook us up with a distraction. Yeah. Five minutes. Great.”

Chapter 46 - Geno-type pt. 46

Sam and Tyler hit the ground with a thud. The soggy muck made for a surprisingly soft landing despite the awkward position the two boys had landed in. Once the two boys had realized what was happening they both instinctively tried to protect the other. The resulted in them splashing down shoulder first. Sam took the brunt of the impact since his position from behind Tyler made it easier for him to wrap his arms around and shield the shorter boy. It was also a good thing that Sam’s boner had all but completely faded before they started their descent or Tyler would have been in for a world of hurt as they crashed down.       Tyler tried to get to his feet, but he was still attached to Sam. With every movement Tyler made, he could feel his friend’s long dick twitching inside of him. Tyler needed to get up and go help Jake. He didn’t have time to be tethered to someone else like this. “Hey, Sam. I need you to pull out.”      Sam hesitated for a moment before he cautiously replied. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”       “Yes, I’m sure. If it doesn’t hurt being in there like it does, it shouldn’t hurt coming out, so go ahead.” Tyler replied hurriedly.       Sam had to admit Tyler made a lot of sense. The odds of Sam actually hurting his buff, blonde buddy seemed slim to none. “Ok. Ok. I get it, just relax for a second.” Sam could feel Tyler relax around his cock and then slowly began reeling out the vast length of his dick that was buried up his pal’s hot ass. Sam was actually a little sad to be pulling out of his friend. He had felt so close to Tyler when they had been connected in that way, both physically and emotionally. Sam could feel every flex of Tyler’s muscles, every beat of his heart, every breath he had taken. As Sam slowly pulled out he could feel Tyler’s insides sliding along the sides of his shaft. The sensation was so great that he had to struggle with all his willpower to not bone inside of his friend right then and there.       Finally Sam could feel the tip of his cock reaching the exit of Tyler’s tight ass. With one last tug, the meaty leviathan plopped loose and flopped into the muck. Sam’s semi was so long that tip grazed the ground beneath him. Sam stared in shock. His cock was almost as long as his leg, and it had been inside his friend who was even shorter than he was. He couldn’t even fathom how he hadn’t been split Tyler in half with it.  Sam’s eyes drifted up to Tyler’s destroyed asshole. From the looks of it, he pretty much had split Tyler in half. Tyler’s hole was so stretched out and loose, and streams of Sam’s pent up jizz flowed out of it. The whole display was so lewd and erotic that Sam felt himself getting hard again just looking at it.       Tyler turned around to face Sam. The sight before him caused Sam to gasp. It was the first time that Sam had actually had a chance to get a look at Tyler from this angle for awhile, and the changes were unbelievable. Tyler’s massive six foot cock draped over his gigantic nuts; each one was the size of a large bean bag chair and rested heavily on the ground. The shaft itself was bigger around than Tyler was. Where Sam’s massive dick was long enough to barely touch the ground, Tyler’s hit the ground and then continued to loll lazily in the muck for a few more feet. Tyler’s eyes continued to move upward as he surveyed his friend’s body. Tyler’s stomach was big and round; it was still completely filled to the brim with Sam’s spunk. Sam was strangely proud of his handiwork. He had to admit it looked pretty sexy in its own way; especially when the round belly was juxtaposed against all the rock hard muscles that composed the rest of Tyler’s body.       Sam’s gaze finally reached Tyler’s face and more specifically, his eyes. Sam’s mouth dropped open as he Saw Tyler’s eyes. “Your eyes… They’re green!”       Tyler was confused and his face showed it. He raised an eyebrow questioningly at Sam and replied. “Uh, they’ve always been green.”       Sam shook his head as he tried to process what he was seeing. Tyler’s eyes were more than green. They seemed to have their own light source. The boy’s brilliant green eyes pulsed with a seemingly electric energy. “No, I mean. They’re green green. I mean. You’ve got Mako eyes!”       “What?” Tyler gasped. He had a general idea of what Mako eyes meant from his years of hanging with Jake. Tyler looked around for any reflective surface he might be able to use as a mirror, but there were none to be found. What he did see surprised him, though. He was seeing things. He couldn’t really put his finger on what though. There was something everywhere. It was like an invisible cloud that he could see but not. It was completely invisible, but somehow he could see the shapes in the back of his mind; almost like he was seeing a memory from ages past. He hadn’t noticed it when he was looking at Sam because both of them were so coated in this aura that it flooded his entire field of vision, but as he looked back to Sam after looking around the field, it was painfully obvious.       Tyler was trying to piece together what might have happened. His eyes were glowing like Jake’s had. Maybe that meant he could now control the nanites. Tyler focused his mind on the aura around him; making it move, making it shift, making it shrink. He had some success with the first two, but none at all with the shrinking. Tyler looked up at Sam and gave a sheepish grin. “Um. I need to try something…” Tyler focused his mind on Sam and issued a compulsion to grow. Sure enough, Sam’s dick began swelling again. Sam stared in shock and awe as his already gigantic member grew bigger and bigger by the second. When it finally stopped Sam was tethered to the ground by ten feet of thick cock.       Tyler was surprised that that actually worked. Somehow he still had a little of Jake’s power in him, but it could only cause growth. Tyler made a note to sit Jake down and talk to him about his fixation with big. It was starting to get a little out of hand. Tyler sighed internally and began formulating his plan. Dalton had issued the command for Jake to grow soon after he had shoved Tyler and Sam over the edge. The two of them were getting steadily farther and farther away as Jake’s cock continued to balloon to bigger and bigger sizes. Tyler looked up at his lover’s expanding leviathan. It was already at least forty feet to the top. Tyler might be able to climb it, but it would be slow going with his hefty six footer weighing him down. Add in the steady growth Jake was experiencing, Jake may as well be in China. There was no way Tyler could climb fast enough to make any progress scaling that cliff.       Tyler turned back to Sam and gave the stunned boy another sheepish look. “Hey, Sam… I need to ride your cock.”       Sam’s face turned red. “Again?” He yelped in shock, completely missing the obvious impossibility of being able to slide his now gargantuan meat inside of a boy who was half its size.       “Not like that!” Tyler replied. “I need to go after Jake…” Tyler suddenly became very nervous and uncertain as he realized what he was about to ask of his friend. He was having trouble managing to bring himself to make eye contact with Sam as he continued. “I need to catch up to him… Will you give me a lift?” Tyler looked back up and pleaded with Sam.       “Oh?” Sam’s mind took a moment to process Tyler’s request. As he pieced it together the color drained from his face. “…oh.” Tyler was going to blow him up like the Goodyear blimp and ride him like an elevator all the way up to Jake. “Will you be able to put me back afterwards?” Sam asked hesitantly.      Tyler shook his head slowly. “I don’t know, but please. I have to save him.” Tyler was genuinely pleading with Sam, and Sam knew it. Sam knew instantly there was no way he could live with himself if he said no. His best friend needed his help to rescue the love of his life from a crazed mastermind. It was so surreal. It felt like something out of a movie. Sam knew he was going to say yes. He knew he was basically agreeing to live his life as a small spec attached to a monolithic cock, but he was prepared to do it. Sam tried to speak, but he was cracking under the pressure. Even though he knew the longer he waited the bigger he would have to be to catch up, he just couldn’t get his mouth to form the words. Sam was shaking like a leaf as he slowly nodded his head.       The very act of nodding put Sam at ease. He couldn’t get the words out, but he had officially signed on for this hair brained rescue. Sam nodded steadily faster and more vigorously as he got psyched up. He saw Tyler’s whole face light up, and finally managed to get the words out. “Do it.”       Sam was surprised by just how fast and how high someone with such a large, weighty endowment was able to jump. In one swift movement Tyler had leap-frogged onto Sam’s colossal member and slid in for the most passionate, muscular bro-hug Sam had ever experienced. Sam could feel his dick beginning to grow even without the aid of Tyler’s surreptitious Mako magics.       Tyler finally broke the embrace with Sam and said with a smirk. “Going up.” Sam’s stomach felt like it doing cartwheels in his midsection. His nerves were fried with a combination of excitement and dread. Sam was exited for Tyler, and was strangely proud to be part of some epic clash between his best bud and the mentally unstable interloper that currently seemed to be using their mutual friend as some sort of impenetrable fortress. Sam was also very worried because he had just agreed to allow himself to grow to titanic proportions and there were no guarantees that he could ever be normal again. The color drained even more from Sam’s already naturally pale face as the ramifications of what he had agreed to set in, but Sam didn’t have too much time to think it over. Almost instantly, Sam could feel the pleasurable warmth coursing through him. This growth was far more potent than any other before had been. The immense pleasure caused by his extreme growth spurt was borderline orgasmic. Sam couldn’t even keep his eyes from rolling back in his head as his body was wracked by continual waves of warmth.       Tyler focused with every ounce of mental prowess he could summon forth. He hoped, he prayed, he begged for Sam’s dick to catch up to Jake’s titanic member. Sam’s rate of growth was far faster than Jake’s but Jake had had a substantial head start. As the two behemoths grew and grew, the space between them ceased to be. The two monolithic walls of cockflesh slammed against each other like two wrestlers in a Sumo match; neither beast willing to give up even an inch of ground to the other. Tyler watched anxiously as the top of Jake’s colossal shaft finally came in view. He was so close… just a little farther.          Jake’s rate of growth seemed to speed up. He was easily keeping pace with Sam. Tyler tried to focus harder, but it was no good. Something seemed off to Tyler, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Something looked off, but he couldn’t see anything different. That’s when it hit him. He couldn’t see the auras anymore. He couldn’t sense the energies or the psychic web or whatever you wanted to call it. Jake’s growth hadn’t sped up. Sam’s had stopped!      Sam was able to begin to think clearly again. That growth spurt had been intense. If they ever figured out how to control this, he might consider doing that again sometime. Sam slowly opened his eyes and took stock of his surroundings. He was huge. No doubt about that. His massive shaft seemed to stretch out forever in front of him. Sam looked over and he could see Jake’s growing member steadily creeping up higher and higher. Sam looked back at his friend and saw the panic in Tyler’s eyes. There was something else Sam noticed about Tyler’s eyes, too. “Your eyes! You’re human again!” Sam gasped in shock.      That was the last bit of info Tyler needed to prove his theory. Whatever residual psychic energy he had somehow absorbed from Jake had already been burned off. He couldn’t rely on Sam’s Wonkavator to get him to his target anymore. Tyler couldn’t just sit there, though. With every passing second his boyfriend got farther and farther away from him. He steeled his resolve, mustered up all the strength he could, and ran towards the rising wall of cock in the distance.       Tyler’s gait was awkward and jaunty, but he made good time. In order to work around his enormous mass of man meat, Tyler had to take wide, bow-legged steps as he half jogged and half hopped like a very irate Yosemite Sam. His colossal endowment dragged behind him like some kind of pornographic wedding train. When Tyler reached the wall he hopped onto it and began climbing with all his might. Again, he was impeded by his gigantic schlong and enormous nuts. He had to pin himself to side of the warm, fleshy cliff face with his arms and legs spread wide like a gecko as his junk dangled along down below like a needlessly large and cumbersome erotic tail.       Tyler climbed and climbed with all his might. His muscles screamed from over exertion, but still he climbed on. The more he climbed the more the colossal grew. Whenever he felt himself tire he forced himself to climb even faster. He was racing against hope itself. Tyler knew that if he let himself rest for even a second he would begin losing ground. Tyler’s body was already pushed to its limits, and he knew that is he let himself begin to fall behind, the despair might take over.       Tyler was very fortunate that he had managed to pump Sam up to well over half of Jake’s girth. As such, the incline of his climb was steadily beginning to taper out. Even so, it was a long and grueling journey to the top. When he finally reached the top, Tyler was barely even able to stand. The pain in his muscles and overall exhaustion from the intense climb had just about broken him, but still he continued on.       Dalton looked up and gasped at what he saw. Tyler had somehow managed to reach the top and was walking right towards him. This night was just getting worse and worse for him. Somehow Jake had far exceeded Dalton’s commands to grow. Dalton just wanted to buy a little time for him to devise a plan; instead he had spent the entire time trying to find some way to halt the tall boy’s rampant growth. Not only could Dalton no longer shrink Jake down, but he couldn’t stop him from growing either. Dalton had no way down. He was trapped by his own getaway. Jake’s endowment continued to swell and swell unabated, and now, even in spite of the unceasing growth, Tyler had shown up for another showdown.   Dalton was legitimately frightened by the roving mass of teen jock and mega-cock that was slowly staggering towards him, but he knew he at least had the mental advantage in this showdown. Dalton held his tablet before him and placed a finger on the screen as a warning. “Stay where you are.” Tyler didn’t even slow down. In fact, the muscular boy didn’t even seem to see or hear him; he just continued to stagger forward like the avatar of Dormin.  Dalton tried not to let his fear show. He was powerless and he knew it. He had no control over Jake’s or Tyler’s sizes anymore. All he could do was bluff and hope he wasn’t called on it. Whatever he was going to do he had to do it fast. Tyler was but a scant few feet away from him. Dalton made a swiping motion on his pad. “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”  Tyler didn’t even acknowledge that Dalton had spoken. He didn’t speak, he didn’t take his eyes off of Jake for even a second. Tyler continued to move forward like a man possessed. Dalton moved in to block Tyler’s path, hoping to somehow get through to the jock. Tyler never even broke stride. He just balled his hand into a fist and delivered a swift right hook across Dalton’s face. Get Dunked.  If anyone had been watching, it would be obvious that Dalton had never been in a fight before. He made no effort to dodge, or bob, or weave. He just froze and watched as that fist careened towards his face. When the blow landed, Dalton hit the floor like a drunk uncle at a family BBQ.  The punch itself had, in actuality, been little more than a closed-handed pimp slap.  Tyler was too tired to even properly ball his fist when he swung. The only physical damage Dalton received was a split lip, but the psychological blow was resounding. No one had ever hit him before… outside of the bedroom anyway. Dalton now had no power, no clout, and no bravado left to bluff with. He did the only thing he could think to do. He ran. Dalton half crawled, and half scurried in the opposite direction. He flopped back and forth like a tranquilized giraffe as he tried to escape; his panic and terror not allowing him to take the time to even get a basic footing before trying to step off. Dalton looked much like those dumb white girls that he used to make fun of in horror movies. They always seemed to lose all basic motor function the second the killed showed up. Now that it was happening to him, he felt a strange sense of sympathy for those Hollywood bimbos.  Tyler didn’t waste his time checking on Dalton. He already knew the tool had no power anymore. All Tyler cared about was reaching Jake. He was so close and yet still so far. Jake was still growing, and so Tyler was fighting against the steady outward flow of the terrain beneath him. It was like he was walking the wrong way on one of those moving sidewalks at the airport, but this time Tyler didn’t have the strength and vigor he had had when he raced his friends up and down them on their last class trip. It was all he could do to barely keep ahead of the steady flow of expansion. Step after laborious step Tyler trudged on. He was running on pure strength of will, but he couldn’t quit now. The love of his life was but a few feet away, Jake was completely oblivious to the shorter blonde standing before him. His eyes had been shut ever since his growth had started. All of his senses had turned off so he could focus all of his thoughts on enjoying the biggest growth spurt he had ever experienced. All he could feel was the steady waves of pleasure coursing through him. He was finally getting the size he had been denied for so long. 

Chapter 39 - Geno-type pt. 39

Tyler knocked on is own bedroom door again. It seemed so strange to knock on doors in his house, especially his own, but Sam seemed much more guarded than Tyler or Jake were. It would be rude to just barge in on him. Tyler was worried about the noise coming from the other side. It sounded like Sam was laughing but by no means was this a friendly laugh. It sounded like the mad cackle of a crazy man. Add on to that the fact that there appeared to be gallons of fresh jizz seeping out from under the door. Something had happened in there; something big.             “Are you ok?” Tyler asked again; still just the cackling. He decided he had waited long enough. “Alright. I’m coming in.” Tyler shoved the door open with all his might. The large pool of jizz on the other side made moving the door very difficult. As the door opened, the cum gushed out of the room and into the hallway. Sam had really filled the place up. Even now that the water level had begun to go down, Tyler could still tell that the pool of spunk had been at least a foot deep.             Once the door was open Tyler entered his now destroyed bedroom. The first thing Tyler noticed when he entered his room was the absolutely gigantic cock and balls in the middle of his room. How could he miss it? The behemoth occupied pretty much every available inch of floor space.              Tyler didn’t have time to admire the mammoth hunk of cock in front of him, though. He was too worried about his friend’s mental state. He rushed over to the bed and climbed up beside Sam. Sam was lying back in the bed with both hands covering his face; laughing wildly. Tyler grabbed Sam’s shoulders and tried to shake the manic boy back to sanity. “Come on, Sam. Pull yourself together.”             Sam managed to choke back his laughter long enough to croak out his reply. “Why? I’m a freak. Why should I be calm?”             Tyler shifted around so that he was now sitting beside Sam. He wrapped his arm around Sam and propped him up. This move served as both a one armed hug of support and to cause Sam to look at his newly enhanced equipment. Tyler calmly tried to reassure Sam that everything would be alright. “No one here thinks you are a freak. Jake and I will never think that of you. You’re our friend and a great guy. Now come on. Look. See? You’re not a freak. You look amazing and never let anyone tell you otherwise. Do you know how many guys would kill to have an amazing cock like you do? Look. Even Jake is jealous.”             It was true. Jake was very jealous. He was walking around the room trying to take in every inch of the magnificent dick which spread out before him. Jake felt so small in comparison to the godlike tool he now beheld. Sam’s nuts were even taller than Jake. Jake took a small bit of comfort in knowing that in his fully released form he was still bigger than Sam. He wanted so much to just let loose and allow his cock to spread out to its rightful size, but he knew that there was no way that Tyler’s house would be able to handle him.             Sam could feel Jake’s hand tenderly brushing against his colossal ball as the older boy surveyed Sam’s growth spurt. Now that Tyler had made Sam look, he could also see the look of lust in Jake’s eyes. It was strangely arousing and very flattering. Sam could feel his cheeks getting flushed from the attention that was being paid to his exposed dick.                Thanks to Tyler, Sam was able to calm down and start thinking rationally. Well, as rationally as one could in this situation. He had a bedroom sized wang that he was going to have to learn to deal with. He didn’t even know how he was going to get out of here. It’s not like he’d be able to shrink it down again. This was already as small as he was going to get.             Sam covered his face with his hands again and groaned. “I’m stuck here, aren’t I?” As much as Sam enjoyed being in Tyler’s company and in Tyler’s bed, particularly with Tyler in it with him, he wasn’t too keen on being effectively a prisoner in his best friend’s bedroom.             Tyler responded by reassuringly squeezing Sam’s shoulder and saying “Oh, it’s not so bad. We’ll figure out a way to get you out.” Tyler could tell that Sam was still hovering dangerously close to a mental meltdown and was trying to diffuse the situation as best he could. Fortunately, it seemed like Sam was being open minded about the whole thing; all things considered, anyway.  “And in the meantime, you’ll be in great company. Right, Jake?”             Jake responded with a vacant “Uh, sure.” as he continued to run his hand along the length of Sam’s glorious shaft. Jake’s pants were noticeably tenting as his own huge dick rapidly approached half mast.             Sam groaned again. “But I had a date tonight.” He was still dead set on getting to his meeting with Dalton even in his current enlarged state. Admittedly, he didn’t mind having a jumbo cock, per se. It felt amazing, especially with Jake so casually rubbing on it. Sam just had to be sure to not bone. He could barely fit his floppy in here. His hard drive would probably crash the roof… Well, that’s one way to get out of here.             Tyler gave Sam a jocular shake and laughed. “You sly dog, is it the coffee guy?” Tyler’s good nature seemed to be rubbing off on Sam, and so he figured it best to try and keep the mood as light as possible. Hopefully he could keep Sam from slipping back into yet another funk.             Sam shook his head. Sam started to answer but paused briefly with a bit of apprehension. “No. It’s… someone else.”             Tyler raised an eyebrow and gave Sam a sly grin. He caught Sam’s brief hesitation, but felt it best to focus on the positives. When Sam was ready, he’d give them the rest of the story. “Well, look who’s mister popular. When were you going to introduce him to your bestest buds?”             Sam hesitated again before answering, and again, Tyler caught the hesitation. This pause was a bit less apprehensive than the previous one, though. Sam seemed almost embarrassed?             Sam was fidgeting a bit and avoiding eye contact with Tyler when he finally managed to answer. “Well, the thing is… I kind of agreed to a double date… tonight.”             Tyler’s uproarious laughter completely demolished the tense atmosphere in the room. It even managed to divert Jake’s attention from Sam’s big friendly giant. “Huh? What’s going on?” Jake asked confused.             Tyler just grinned back at Jake and replied, “Get cleaned up, we’re going on a date, loverboy.” The wink Tyler gave Jake at the end caused the taller boy’s already hard shaft to give a quick buck of joy.             Sam was glad that Tyler was so gung ho about all this, but the sheer logistics of actually going out were mind boggling. Even if Sam somehow got airlifted out of Tyler’s place, how could he go out in public?             Sam tugged on Tyler’s shirt sleeve to get his friend’s attention. Once Tyler was looking back at him he tried to explain his plight. “But how do we do it? I mean, I can’t be seen in public like this. I don’t even know how I’ll get out of here.”             Tyler put a hand on Sam’s head a russled his hair. Sam normally would have found such a maneuver demeaning and annoying, but somehow when Tyler did it is just made him feel safe and happy. The calm and pleasant look Tyler had on his face also really helped to calm Sam down. “One thing at a time. Do you have a place picked out already? Sure, you can’t go out in public, but there are plenty of other opportunities for date nights. I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling in the mood for a picnic.”             Sam had no idea what Tyler was talking about, but he hoped his friend had a good idea. Tyler might not have anywhere near the raw book smarts of Sam or Jake, but he was certainly quick on his feet and calm under pressure. Sam had respect Tyler’s judgment, especially in the past few days.            Tyler could tell that Sam was unsure about his idea so he chose to elaborate a bit. “Relax. I’ve got this all figured out. Jake and I know of this great place right outside of town; plenty of space, no prying outside eyes, and a great view of the stars. It’s the perfect place for a romantic starlight picnic.”             A look of recognition immediately spread across Jake’s face. He of course knew of the hill outside of town that he and Tyler camped at all the time. They had never had others out with them before. Jake was perfectly fine with having Sam along, after all, Sam was part of their little cadre now, but a fourth person? A complete unknown fourth person at that? That hill was his and Tyler’s special place. They had so much history there. Not to mention it was the very place that this whole crazy adventure had started.             Tyler could tell that he had Jake’s tentative approval, and that was enough for now. It also seemed that Sam was ok with this idea since there would be no crowds around to gawk at his bus sized cock. Tyler beamed at his two friends knowing that he had won this stage of the argument. “Great. Now that that is settled, let’s work on getting Sam back down to walking weight. Jake, go get us a lot of ice from downstairs.”             Jake gave Tyler a pitiful look akin to one that a puppy who had just been kicked would give its assailant. Jake’s erection was painfully obvious in the tight confines of his pants. The tip of Jake’s massive cock was pointing straight up and brushing against the ceiling. He wanted so much to get off right now, and even more to grow bigger than Sam had. Jake reluctantly agreed to go get the ice, but he kept his morale up by knowing that at least he was still bigger than Sam when he released himself to his full size.             Jake trudged off downstairs, leaving Sam and Tyler alone in the room. His progress was impeded by the tower of cock that was obstructing his view and generally making movement very difficult. When Jake was gone, Tyler turned to Sam. Tyler’s facial expression had changed, and he appeared much more concerned than before. “This is actual growth isn’t it? You didn’t just accidentally let go, did you?”             Sam couldn’t bring himself to look Tyler in the eyes but managed to nod. What should he say? He found Tyler’s stored cum jugs and got himself off while using the grow juice? Sam felt kind of dirty for what he had done, especially considering the mess he had made and the situation he had gotten himself into.             Noticing the pained look on his friend’s face, Tyler quickly worked to console Sam. “Hey, it’s ok. I just didn’t want Jake to flip out. You know how he likes being the biggest. Still, if we can shave just a little bit off your size we might have a chance at getting you out of here without having to tear the wall down.” That last bit had been meant as a joke, but Sam took it pretty hard. Tyler immediately regretted mentioning it. “I’ve got an idea. Just give me a moment to work this out.”             Tyler then crawled over Sam. With Sam’s huge dick blocking much of the bedroom, the only relatively clear path to the other side was straight over the bed where Sam was lying. It was a pretty tight fit, though. In the process of moving across the bed, Tyler had to drag his junk across Sam. Tyler had gotten so good at maneuvering with his gigantic package, that they had almost forgotten just how big it really was. It was all too obvious to Sam just how huge Tyler was now, though. Even with the custom fit skivvies keeping Tyler’s junk compressed down to a much more manageable size, the blonde boy’s bulge was more than enough to completely eclipse his friend. It only actually took Tyler about a minute to successfully navigate the sproingy mattress and get to the other side, but it felt like ages for Sam. Sam was completely pinned under his best buds bulbous balls. Not that he was complaining though. The heat emanating from Tyler’s colossal nuts was invigorating. It was like a hug and a sauna rolled into one. Not to mention the smell. Tyler was a pretty clean person, but balls tend to sweat, especially when cooped up all day. Sam’s entire sense of smell was being overpowered by the scent of his friend’s nuts. The smell was the scent of Tyler’s skin with just a tint of salty sweat and a tinge of pre. It was much the same pleasant scent that that was on Tyler’s hoody, which Sam had just used to get off, only this was fresh, which just made it seem even sexier. Sam had enough air under his cocoon of cajones to manage a few breaths, but the air was generally hot and humid. As long as he had enough to breath he was perfectly happy though. He was way more interested in being so up close and personal with Tyler’s junk. Sam was still so horny, even after he had just flooded the upstairs of Tyler’s house, and having the object of his desire so close to him was driving him mad. He hazarded a quick kiss to his friend’s undercarriage as the balls rolled across his face. Even if he missed his date tonight, those last few seconds would totally have made up for it. Sam’s gargantuan cock shifted as it inflated a little. He really needed to keep his libido in check, but it was just so hard with his crush so close to him. Tyler managed to get past Sam and worked on opening the window on the other side of the room. The window in his room was huge, and that is part of the reason he had chosen this room as his in the first place. The guest bedroom down the hall was far larger, and his parents had suggested he take that as his room on numerous occasions, but Tyler loved having this window. When he was really little he had had all these crazy ideas about his friends stopping by at nigh and climbing in through the window as if they were living in a cheesy sitcom. As it was, Tyler only had one friend that stopped by on a regular basis, and he had free access to the house at any hour of the day or night. It never once occurred to Jake to try and sneak in through the window when he had his own key and could go straight in through the front door whenever he pleased. The window was huge and better yet, the panes opened outward instead of rolling up like most windows seemed to do nowadays. This was an old house, and this was apparently the style back in the day. Whatever the reason, he was glad to have it, and it might just be big enough to get Sam out of there. It was already dark outside, and the temperature had dropped considerably. The crisp cool air wafted in almost the second Tyler got the first pane open. Feeling the chill, Tyler turned back to check on Sam. The cool air hit the dark haired boy, and almost instantly Sam’s monolithic junk began to retract. It was quickly apparent that this was good old fashioned shrinkage, and not Sam’s equipment reducing down. It appears Sam really was at his smallest size now. Tyler couldn’t help but gawk at the huge cock and gigantic balls attached to his friend. Tyler was sure that Sam would shrink down at least a little. His measurements completely dwarfed Jake’s and even his own now. If that was Sam’s “small” size, how big would his big be? Tyler could feel his dick stir awake at the notion, but he quickly tried to push it out of his mind. Sure, it was really hot to think about, but he had bigger things to worry about now. Tyler pushed the other pane open and then looked back at Sam. It would be a tight fit, but they just might be able to get him out through the window. All they needed was someway to move him once that happened. While Tyler was pondering how to move Sam, Jake reentered the room with a bucket full of ice water.  Jake splashed some of the water on Sam, which caused him to gasp in shock, but little else. Jake was stunned by this turn of events. He had been operating under the assumption that the cock before him was Sam’s true size. If this was Sam’s smallest size then he had somehow grown to be far larger than Jake. Maybe even twice his size. Jake was even more turned on and even more jealous now. He wanted to be bigger than Sam so bad. Jake was about ready to crawl over Sam and drink Tyler dry right then and there. Tyler knew his boyfriend well enough to know what was going on in that head of his and he quickly moved to stop Jake from doing something rash. “Jake, listen. We need to get him out of here first. I promise, once we get to the hill I’ll pump you up like the good year blimp, but until then let’s keep this reasonable, ok? You’re still the only one who can drive us, so at least wait until we get out, ok?” Jake muttered something unintelligible under his breath, but begrudgingly agreed. “Fine. But the second this little outing is over, I’m going to get you off over and over again until I’m satisfied, ok?” Jake wasn’t really mad at Tyler or Sam or anything, but he was annoyed. After all, he was the only one here that really wanted to be this huge and yet somehow he was the smallest one here. It’s just not right. Tyler was more than a little turned on by Jake’s little outburst. If that’s what constituted a threat from his lover, he might have to make Jake mad more often. Tyler quickly regained his cool, and began formulating a plan. “Ok. We need something big enough to haul Sam with us in. Got any ideas? Like a flatbed or something.” Sam piped up to help at this point. “I… well rather…. My dad has a few out at our place. He keeps some around for when he needs to load up for construction projects. He doesn’t have a lot of active projects right now so there should be a few at our place. Give me a minute and I can see if he’ll let us borrow some.” Tyler looked genuinely excited at this news, which would make a lot of sense, since he was excited. Things were finally starting to come together. “Great! Jake. Can your jeep handle two of those and all of Sam?” Jake shrugged. “I don’t know. How much could a jumbo cock weigh anyway? It’s cleared for heavy towing, so it should be fine.” Tyler clapped his hands together, a glimmer of excitement was in his eyes. He loved it when a plan came together. “Jake. Go drive out to Sam’s place. Take my phone so we can reach you. Sam, call your dad and tell him to help Jake hook them up. I’ll clear out the garage. Let’s roll!” Everyone had their tasks, and quickly got to work. Jake sped off towards Sam’s place way outside town. Sam placed the call to his dad. He got clearance to borrow two of the flatbed trailers, and better yet, he didn’t even have to explain what exactly he needed it for. He had gotten away with just saying it was a project they were working on. Tyler went downstairs and began clearing a path for Jake to pull in into the garage. Tyler had his work cut out for him. No one ever parked in his garage. The place was full of all the random junk that his family had accrued over the years. Tyler spent a good half hour just shoving and pushing boxes and old furniture and other random items towards the walls enough to allow Jake’s jeep to slide in down the middle. Tyler was in great shape and pretty strong in general, but it was hard work. When he finally finished, all his muscles were screaming with exhaustion. He needed a break, bad. Tyler staggered back into the house and grabbed a couple glasses of water, one for him and one for Sam. He figured Sam could probably use something to drink, and the poor guy couldn’t even get up and get one himself in his current state. Sam was lying on his back in Tyler’s bed when Tyler came back into his room. Not like he could have been anywhere else, though. Sam didn’t even seem to notice when Tyler entered, he was too busy staring at the screen of his cell phone. “Message from your friend?” Tyler inquired. Sam just nodded slowly in response. Tyler sat down beside Sam and handed the younger boy a glass of water. “Here. Drink up. You look like you could use it.” Sam turned his head to see the glass that Tyler was offering him. “Oh. Thanks.” Sam accepted the drink and then returned to staring at his screen, occasionally sipping from his glass. Sam’s phone would occasionally beep and he would type up a reply. Sam continued texting his friend for a few more minutes while slowly working at his glass of water. His expression was almost completely unreadable by Tyler. Sam didn’t seem nearly as happy as Tyler had expected him to be while talking to the dude he was supposedly about to date. Eventually Sam let out a sigh of relief. “Well, he’s agreed to meet us at the hill… I just don’t know where that is…” Sam tossed his phone to Tyler, who needed no instruction as to what to do next. Tyler looked down at the messages and saw a name attached to them. Dalton? Did he know that name? It seemed familiar, but it could just be one of those names. Tyler shrugged and typed in the location where they were supposed to meet. With the message sent, he passed the phone back to Sam. Sam slipped the phone into the front pocket of the now soiled hoody he was wearing, and collapsed back into the bed. He let out a long sigh. Tyler couldn’t quite get a read on just what type of sigh it was. It didn’t seem to be a sigh of relief, more like a sigh of acceptance? Like whatever happened next was out of Sam’s hands. Tyler wasn’t sure he liked where this was headed. Sam’s going on a date. He should be happy. This should be a great night. Nerves are expected, but Sam looked downright tense, almost as if he was dreading this meeting. Tyler wanted to talk to Sam about it, but he wasn’t sure if it would be a good idea to bring it up. Instead he decided to make some small talk to break the mood a bit. Tyler let out a forced chuckle and playfully nudged Sam in the arm. “Hey. Good thing my mom hasn’t come out of her room lately. She’d shit bricks if she saw this mess.” Sam turned to look at Tyler and grinned a little. “Actually, she stopped by a few minutes ago, while you were still in the garage. She was about to bitch about the puddle of spooge outside the door. She stepped in and got a look at all this,” at which Sam patted his absolutely enormous shaft; a shaft which was now much thicker around than his body, and many times longer. “She turned white as a ghost and walked away.” The two boys had a good laugh about this. Tyler knew he was going to catch hell for this later but for now it was hilarious, and it was great to have Sam laughing again, even if Sam still looked a little pained and uncertain even amidst the laughter. The two of them continued to make small talk until they heard Jake pull up. Jake pulled his jeep right into the garage, leaving the first trailer directly under Tyler’s window, just as planned. Within a minute, Jake was back up in the room with Tyler and Sam. “We ready to go?” Jake asked as he charged into the room. He was super psyched to get the balls rolling. Tyler and Sam both figured it had less to do with concern for Sam and more to do with Jake’s desire to get even bigger, but they were fine with that. Jake deserved some slack after all he had been through today. Tyler nodded to Jake and the two of them got up next to Sam’s gigantic nuts and slowly began shoving them towards the window. The slippery, slimy floor made the job more difficult than it otherwise would have been, since the boys could not get decent traction. On the plus side, it also meant Sam’s balls could slide easier, too. By some miracle, Jake managed to not bone during the process. Tyler had fully expected his boyfriend to get turned on by from pressing his whole body up against a nut that was bigger than both of them. Tyler had to admit, it was kind of hot. Hot, both in terms of physical temperature and sexual stimulation. Both Tyler and Jake breathed a sigh of relief when they felt Sam’s goliath sack push up against the wall. Unfortunately, now came the hard part. Jake and Tyler climbed over the bed, giving Sam a double dose of giant balls to the face in the process; something that Sam was not at all opposed to. Jake was sore and tired by this point, but he just had to think about Tyler’s promise to grow him some more to give him a renewed burst of energy. Seeing Sam’s massive junk before him just served to make him more excited. Soon he would be even bigger than that. Jake could hardly contain his excitement. He wanted this so bad. He needed it, even. Jake took the lead as he and Tyler reached the window. The two of them struggled to lift Sam’s colossal nut up to the open portal and shove it out. It was a tight fit, Sam’s humongous nut was actually bigger than the window, but it was also squishy enough that Sam and Jake were able to push it through with only moderate discomfort to Sam. Sam’s giant low hanger landed with a dull thud on the platform below. The wheels let out a loud groan of protest, but Sam himself hardly felt a thing. Sam wanted to help his friends throw his weight around, but there was really no viable way for him to get in there and help. He had to resign himself to standing around and keeping close enough to them that they had plenty of slack to work with. After a short breather, Tyler and Jake began work on the other one. It took just as much work to force Sam’s other ball out of the window, but they soon succeeded in that one, too. All that was left was to force Sam’s giant shaft out through the window. Tyler was proud of their accomplishment and leaned out to look down at their progress. It was then he realized that something important was missing. “Uh. Jake? I thought you said you were getting two trailers?” There was totally only one flatbed trailer attached to Jake’s jeep, and it was completely taken over by Sam’s enormous ballsack. Jake looked really embarrassed all of the sudden. “Oh, yeah. About that. It turns out that we can only have one trailer without a commercial license. Sam’s dad refused to allow me to use two of them at once without the proper permit.” Jake rubbed his neck and looked down at his feet sheepishly. “I guess I should have mentioned that sooner, huh?” Tyler leaned his head against the wall and muttered something. He was genuinely irritated by this. Jake felt a pit form in his stomach. It was so rare to see Tyler angry at all, and Jake knew that this was entirely his fault. Tyler looked back up at Jake. It was obvious that Tyler was upset, but he was trying not to get angry with Jake. “Look, we need to figure something out. We can’t just drag his dick along behind us as we speed off down the freeway.” Jake thought about and realized that yeah, that would probably hurt pretty bad. “Um… how about if we kept him off the ground?” Realizing how stupid what he said just sounded, Jake quickly tried to correct himself. “Wait, hear me out. We just have to keep him hard, and it won’t be a problem, right?” Tyler rubbed his temples as he thought. As much as he hated to admit it, Jake’s idea was probably the only choice they had. They couldn’t very well reel Sam’s nuts back in to the house, and they couldn’t go anywhere with Sam as he currently was. Tyler turned to Jake and nodded. “Ok. We’ll have to do that.” Sam could do nothing but stand there in shock. His friends were talking about having him ride around town with a hardon that is visible from space. Everyone would see him! On the other hand, it was the only option available to them, and as much as Sam hated to admit it, there was something strangely sexy about the idea. He didn’t want to let on that he felt that way, but his cock was twitching at the idea. Tyler gulped down more water and handed the rest of his glass to Jake to finish. Shoving Sam’s junk around was hard work, but at least all they had left was the shaft. Sam’s cock was huge, but it was smaller around than his massive balls were, for the moment at least.   Jake and Tyler moved the shaft around so that the tip was pointed out the window and slowly fed it through the window. It wasn’t so bad, really, since they only had to lift a small segment of it at any given moment. Once they got it about a third of the way out of the room, gravity started to do its job and help with the rest. Once the bulk of Sam’s shaft was through, Jake and Tyler agreed it was time to work at it from the other direction. Tyler turned to Sam and gave him his best reassuring grin. “Alright, it’s time. Jake and I are going to go around front and help pull you through. When you are ready, just give us a shout, ok?” Tyler could see the anxiety in Sam’s eyes, but he could also tell that Sam was trying very hard to overcome it. He just had to hope that when the time came, that Sam’s anxiety wouldn’t get in the way of his libido. Sam nodded silently. He wanted to say something in agreement, but the words were caught in his throat. His heart was beating in his chest. He was so nervous about what they were about to do, but he was also strangely… excited? Tyler must be rubbing off on him. He should be mortified about parading his schlong around town like some Macy’s parade float, but instead he could feel himself getting hard just thinking about it. He might actually even enjoy this little stunt. Jake and Tyler were quickly out in front of the house and in front of Sam’s massive cock. Even with the few feet of hose still left with Sam in the room, his shaft had plenty of length to reach down from the second floor and rest soundly on the concrete driveway. The two boys could see Sam’s shaft twitching and beginning to inflate. It looks like their friend was more excited about this than they had expected him to be. Jake and Tyler exchanged a quick look of concern and understanding as they stared at the awakening leviathan before them. They had to act fast or risk Sam outgrowing the window. With a quick nod they both rushed forward and got on either side of the tip of Sam’s cock. Both boys grabbed on to the extra skin sticking out from the tip of Sam’s cock and pulled with all their might. The shaft was so heavy now that they actually had to drag it across the concrete, and it looked like they were quickly running out of space in the window as well. They both pulled with all their might as the massive shaft inched forward. Sam could also tell that his burgeoning arousal was going to be problematic if left unchecked. He quickly shoved with all his might from his end. He tried to put all sexy thoughts out of his mind while he shoved, but it was so hard… and getting harder. He could feel his two friends’ hands pulling and tugging at the skin around the head of his cock. Their hands felt so tiny and it felt so amazing. Then there was him pushing from the other end, his whole body shoving against the base of the shaft. He was so dwarfed by his own mountainous dick, but it felt wonderful. The warmth emanating off of his huge, soft, shaft was so inviting. He could just dive right on and take a nap upon his own colossal member. Sam fought this idea and gave one last great shove against his dick. He cleared the window, but it left him in an awkward position. He was pressed flush against the window frame; his rapidly hardening dick was now too thick and hard for him to back up. He had to somehow step out of the window and get down without hurting himself. Sam slowly lifted one leg up sideways and stepped out over the ledge. He didn’t know if there was an eave or a lip or any form of footing on the other side, he was completely blinded by his own magnificent erection. He had always heard rumors that jacking off too much would make him go blind, but he always thought that it would be a problem with his eyes. He stepped out and poked around blindly with his foot. Eventually he found a little lip he could rest his foot on. Judging from the size of it he was probably standing on the door frame of the garage door, but it was enough to get Sam out the window. With his first foot relatively steady, Sam stepped out with the second. Now that he had both feet outside of the house, Sam was able to sit down on the windowsill and catch his breath. He had done it. He was free. Now that he was no longer freaking out about being a prisoner in his friend’s house he felt a little more at peace with his own piece. It did look pretty great stretched out before him. It was pointing straight out in front of him almost like a giant diving board made of cock. Sam looked down around it as best he could. It filled up so much of his field of view that it was hard for him to really get a look around, but it seemed to him that it extended down the driveway and out into the road. It probably even reached well into Jake’s yard. How big was he? Forty feet? Maybe more? Sam didn’t have any way to be sure, but he knew it was approaching Jake’s max size already, and this was supposedly his minimum. Sam laughed to himself a little. He was so far past the point of no return; he may as well accept his fate and learn to love it. Sam took one last look back at Tyler’s demolished room. His growth spurt and subsequential cumflood had completely wrecked the place; all the furniture was shoved towards the walls, everything was soaked with jizz, and there even appeared to be a bit of a dent forming in the floor from where Sam’s monstrous balls had been resting.  Sam noticed a jar still on the desk. It was so close that he could reach it if he really wanted to. Did he want to? Sam pondered for a moment. What would he do with it if he had it? Give it to Dalton? Use it on himself? Sam’s already hard dick went extra rigid as he thought of this. He shouldn’t be as aroused by this as he was. Sam decided to keep the second jar for Dalton. After all, that had been the plan with the first one… before his little accident. Sam reached over and grabbed the jar and slipped it into his the large front pocket of the hoody. In the process his hand brushed against the puddle of jizz that had formed inside the pocket. A familiar warm tingle washed over him. Apparently the first batch was still active. A devious smile spread across Sam’s face. He was already so huge that he had no hope of a normal life anymore. It was time he accepted that and got on with his life. Sam fished out the first cum jar. It was still a little under half full despite being knocked around so much in his pocket. Everyone in the city was going to get a look at him tonight. He may as well make sure to give them a good show. Sam felt strangely liberated now that he had accepted his place as the owner of the world’s biggest dick. He stuck is hand in and began fishing out globs of jizz and eating it like a pooh bear eating hunney, but the rumbley wasn’t in his tumbley, oh no. The pleasurable waves arced up and down his cock and through his balls. Sam lost himself in the pleasure as he licked his fingers clean and began work on polishing off the inside of the jar. He needed it all, and he would have it. With the jar completely cleaned out, Sam casually chucked it over his shoulder back into the saturated wreckage of Tyler’s room. He could still feel the growth coursing through him showing no signs of stopping. He was now ready to face the world. He braced himself against the window frame and with a loud shout of “Geronimo!” he launched himself out the window and into the big cushiony pair of nuts that were now only a few feet below him. Sam could even feel his balls swelling beneath him. The warmth emanating from them and the slow swelling motion could easily rock him to sleep. He could feel his nuts rumble as the jeep backed out of the driveway. Once onto the street, Sam could feel a tiny pair of hands pulling him backwards into the back seat of the jeep. Jake had apparently taken off the cloth roof sometime earlier in the night allowing Sam to roll off of his nuts safely into the back seat. Sam’s seating position was awkward in the car. He much preferred the ride from atop his huge sack. The rattle from the platform caused a nice vibration to roil through his still expanding balls. He was lying back with his head against the glove compartment between the two front seats and his legs sticking out between the headrests of the back seats. He was comfortable, though, and Tyler was right in the seat next to him. Tyler himself was seated in the back passenger side seat. The front passenger seat had been folded down to accommodate his immense bulge. His job was to make sure that Sam enjoyed his ride as much as possible. They couldn’t risk him going soft on them. Sam doubted he could get soft even without the added stimulation from his friend, but he was sure glad to have it. Tyler really knew how to make a guy feel awesome. Tyler was kissing Sam up and down, on the ears, occasionally even working over Sam’s nipples. Sam was in heaven. He knew he was in for a long car ride out to the camp site, but he didn’t care. This ride could take years and he would be fine with it. Jake drove as best he could, but he was fighting his own impending bone while trying to steer the jeep. It didn’t help that Sam’s cock was now so massive that it would get caught on any overhang they encountered. Even sticking out at the forty-five degree angle it was currently protruding at, they still had to avoid all overpasses, all power lines, even any billboards they saw. The leaning tower coming from the back seat was sticking up twice as high as the streetlamps they were whizzing past. It made for a very complex and roundabout route out of town. What should have been a thirty minute drive was soon an hour and then an hour and a half. The whole time his boyfriend was making hot, sloppy makeouts with their mutual friend and fuckbuddy. Jake just knew that Tyler was making it extra loud and extra wet to mess with him. Jake couldn’t take it anymore. His own twitching semi kept causing him to accidentally honk the horn. The few people who could tear their eyes from the massive dibbling cock hanging out the back of the jeep were giving him the stink-eye for his random horn usage. Jake did his best to drive with one hand while he fished his own shaft out of his briefs. If he was going to bone, he’d at least be able to aim it. A stop sign gave Jake the opportunity he needed to use both hands to pry out his own huge dick. It felt so great to get his shaft out from its stuffy confines. Jake slung his meaty shaft over into the passenger spot before driving off. He was glad for that stop sign. It had been so long since he had seen a stop sign he had almost forgotten to stop at it. He was really going off the beaten trail here, but that’s what happens when you can’t fit under traffic lights without tearing them down with your gigantic erection. Jake quickly reached full hard on, but his foresight had spared him a lot of trouble, now that his dick was free and breezy, he could use his right arm to push it out of his way while he drove. He had to keep the beast pinned under his arm while he steered, but it sure beat the alternative, and Tyler didn’t seem to be minding the steady drip of pre that Jake was depositing on his lover’s own erection. This vehicle must be quite the sight to behold.  A bit too much of a sight, apparently, because right as they were leaving the city limits, the siren began blaring and the blue and red disco lights starting flashing. Jake’s stomach started doing black flips in his belly. He had never been pulled over before, and certainly not in such bizarre circumstances. He just had to stay calm and hope he could talk his way out of this. Jake pulled the car over and waited for the officer to finish his needlessly slow and dramatic stroll up to the driver’s side window. The officer rapped on the glass on Jake’s window, which seemed really silly to Jake, since the car had no roof. They could hear the dude just fine with the window up. Jake complied, purely for the sake of semantics. “What appears to be the problem, officer?” Again, for the semantics. Jake was trying to survive this encounter purely off of movie knowledge. The officer leaned against the door. A stern look was plastered on his face. His large dark sunglasses made him appear to have large dark soulless voids instead of eyes. Jake gulped. His nerves were shot. The officer spoke slowly and clearly; a slight southern drawl evident in his voice. “Would you care to explain to me why in the wide, wide, world of sports, you have a fifty foot tallywacker flailing out the back of your vehicle?” Jake tried to remain as calm as possible while he bullshitted his way out of this. “It’s a float. A float for a parade.” The officer lowered his shades down on his nose, clearly unamused, “And just what would you want a float that looks like a quarter mile trouser snake for? This isn’t one of them pride things is it? You boys some of them queer-o-sexuals?” The officer turned his flashlight on and began flashing it around the inside of the car. The beam passed over Sam, but Tyler had already thrown a blanket over the boy. “There’s a very good reason for this float to look like a penis actually.” Jake responded as calmly as he could manage. “You see, it’s for a parade… Not that kind of parade. It’s for… cancer.” The officer rolled his eyes. “I’m sure dick cancer is a big deal.” Jake was doing an amazing job of looking livid. Tyler was impressed as Jake began to lay into the callous arm of the law. “I have you know I have lost family to testicular cancer! We are going to drive this float on behalf of the Livestrong Foundation next week! You have to admit it, it’s catchy and it makes its point.” “Livestrong? Isn’t that that druggie’s charity?” The officer responded cattily. Jake responded, still keeping up his amazing pissed off smolder. “The organization does amazing work regardless of the possible allegations of doping in an unrelated sport by a former member of the board.” The officer backed off a bit and raised his hands up to try and calm Jake down. “Woah now, kiddo. I can see you are really worked up about this, but why did you make it so damn big?” It was Tyler’s turn to jump in. He still sucked at lying, but maybe he could pass off his shaky voice as just being afraid of the police? It was worth a shot anyway. “We built it onto a crane.” The officer walked back to the rear seats and shined the flashlight into Tyler’s face. “A crane? That don’t look like any bird I’ve ever seen. Well, I guess it does kind of look like a cock.” The officer guffawed at his own joke. “Yes, a crane. See, the controls are right here… Let me just find the knob, and…” Tyler reached around under the blanket and found Sam’s nipple. “Just a quick turn and…” Tyler pinched down on Sam’s nipple and tweaked it hard. He was betting a lot on Sam being sensitive there, but judging by the load moans coming from Sam as Tyler sucked on them earlier, he was pretty sure this would work. Sure, enough as Tyler turned the knob the crane began to spasm. It bucked hard upward and then returned to its original position. A spray of pre rained down on the road. Sam let out a low moan as some of the load he had been saving up for the past hour slipped out. “It’s been acting up lately. We know a guy outside of town who said he can fix it, so we were going to take it in. We figured it best to travel under the cover of darkness, well, because. You know.” Tyler tried his hardest to keep his grin going strong, but he was shaking like a leaf. The officer seemed to buy it though. “Alright, fine, but cover that thing next time, and fix that damn leak, we have complaints about that thing spilling all over town!” He waved the boys off as he strode back to his car. He was ill prepared for the sight that awaited him when he arrived. The entire cruiser was covered in a massive gob of jizz. When Sam had plopped, Officer Friendly had been right in the line of fire. “What the shit?” The officer said as he scooped up some with a gloved hand and squished it between his fingers questioningly. Now that they were safely out of town, it was just a short jaunt to the camp site. Good thing too, that last little adventure had crashed Sam’s libido and his shaft as drooping steadily lower by the minute. Even with Tyler’s encouraging kisses, Sam was barely above half mast when they pulled off the main road and onto the old dirt path.

Chapter 44 - Geno-type pt. 44

Tyler felt a chill run down his spine. He wasn’t sure what this dude’s problem was, but there was definitely something wrong with their new arrival. This guy would be bad news even without his demigodlike powers of transmogrification. Tyler really didn’t like this guy dicking around with his measurements, and was already trying to hatch some plan to turn the tables. Dalton slipped the tablet under his arm and clapped is hands together excitedly. “Oh! I have a great idea. We seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot. There’s no reason for us all to be so tense when, really, we are all friends here. It’d be a shame to miss a chance like this.” Dalton certainly seemed happy, but Tyler didn’t trust him. Whatever Dalton was planning was getting him pretty excited, too. Tyler’s eyes were drawn to Dalton’s thick cock as it began to rise. The foot long cock looked great on Dalton, especially with the extra thickness that Dalton came by naturally. Tyler cursed himself silently as his own modest seven incher stirred to life in response. Dalton was pretty hot, even if he was a megalomaniacal toolbox. Even, Dalton’s paunch was pretty cute in its own way. Dalton’s belly was still a little distended from having so much of Sam’s jizz sloshing around inside of him. A steady steam of goopy cum had been seeping out of his round bubbly butt the whole time, but given how much cum was splattered on everyone and everything in the area, it really hadn’t been noticeable. “Glad to see you and I are thinking alike.” Dalton chided as he tilted his head back and grinned in a look that was a combination of approval and Dalton’s standard self-assured ass-hattery. “Unfortunately, kiddo, you must be at least this tall to ride.” Dalton chuckled a bit as he positioned his hand horizontal right on top of the head of his own rock hard cock.             Tyler’s eyes narrowed into a glower for a second, but his grumpy demeanor was derailed as Dalton began laughing. “Oh, I’m just messing with you.” Dalton made a quick poke on his tablet and Tyler’s cock began to grow once again. In a matter of seconds, Tyler’s dick had doubled in size. Sure, it was nothing compared to the titanic mass of cock he was sporting a few minutes ago, but fourteen inches of dick was something any guy would be proud of. Tyler was trying to resist boning completely, but the warm pulse from his growth was enough to bring him to a full blown hard-on.             Dalton admired Tyler’s throbbing erection, obviously more pleased with his handiwork than he was by the fine specimen of man that was standing before him. “That will do quite nicely, I think, and now that I have done something nice for you, I think you should do something for me.” Dalton gave Tyler a quick nod to the side to beckon the shorter, more muscular blonde over to join him. “I promise you’ll enjoy it too.”             Tyler wasn’t sure he wanted to go along with this crazy dude. Sure, he was rock hard and wanted to blow his load, but he wasn’t to keen on plowing some dude right in front of his own boyfriend. Then again, it was probably not a good to refuse someone who had quasi-magical pseudo-science powers and could easily revoke some or all of Tyler’s wangular advancements. Tyler gave a pleading look to Jake hoping for some sort of sign from his lover. Jake just gave a slow nod of agreement. He didn’t want to see Tyler get any smaller either and it was in their best interest to go along with the mad man until they figured a way out of this mess.             Tyler slowly and apprehensively approached Dalton. Dalton seemed to be too preoccupied with his iPad to give Tyler more than a cursory nod as he got close. Tyler was able to get a brief peek at what was on the screen. There were a series of names on the screen, and each name had a slide bar under it. Tyler quickly recognized a few of the names on there; his name, Jake, Sam, Mark, a few guys from the soccer team, someone named Dalton, one of the janitors, and a few other random names. Tyler quickly figured that this must be a list of all of the people who had been exposed and the slider must be how Dalton was tweaking their sizes. Dalton was currently poking at Jake’s slider, but nothing seemed to be happening. Each time Dalton swiped left, the bar immediately centered itself. Dalton was doing his best not to look flustered, but Tyler could tell that it was getting to him. Tyler wondered why Dalton couldn’t control Jake like he could control Tyler. Tyler gave a quick glance to Jake, and immediately noticed Jake’s eyes. Even in the dim of night, Tyler could see the light blue sparkle of Jake’s eyes. Tyler had always thought Jake’s eyes were beautiful, especially when he was thinking. When Jake was really focused on something, his eyes seemed to sparkle even brighter. Tyler couldn’t help but smile as he thought about the last time he saw Jake’s eyes glow like that. It was the night that this all started, wasn’t it? It had been just five days, but that felt like ages ago. Tyler’s train of thought was snapped by Dalton’s sudden movement, Dalton was apparently fed up with trying to reduce Jake, and instead angrily swiped the control bar to the right instead. Almost instantly, Jake’s already massive cock began to swell up even larger. There was no mistaking it. This wasn’t just an erection. Jake’s cock was actually growing rapidly. Somehow Dalton could still make Jake larger but not shrink him down. Tyler thought this was odd, but he didn’t have time to consider it too much. Dalton had turned his ire towards Jake and was already covering up his failure to shrink Jake down. “You like that, don’t you? Well, you’ll really like what’s coming next, Jack. I know how much you love watching me, so I’m going to let you watch as the three of us have a lot of fun.” Dalton was trying to still play it off as being good fun, but he couldn’t completely mask the anger and darkness in his voice. Tyler’s mind shifted gears suddenly. Did he say three of us? Tyler turned to look at Sam whose mouth was hanging open in shock. Apparently Sam had caught that part too. Had the situation not been so dire and stressful, Tyler would have laughed at the way Sam was standing. Poor Sam was holding his oversized cock to his chest like Linus clutches his blanket.   With a quick flick of his finger, Dalton began the process of bringing Sam down to a more manageable size. Sam could feel his cock shrinking in his arms. He looked down and watching it dwindle with a sense of fascination. Now that he knew what was happening, it was actually kind of cool to watch his dick change sizes like that. Once his hefty shaft shrunk down to the point where it was no longer longer than his legs, Sam let go and let his junk jangle around as it continued to dwindle. When it finally stopped, Sam’s dick was a very familiarly large size. Tyler and Sam both looked at their respective junks and compared notes. They were pretty much the same size as far as length goes; although, Tyler’s cock was a little thicker than Sam’s. Dalton noticed the looks the other two guys were giving each other and chose to chime in on the matter. “Fourteen inches for both of you. What? So I happen to have a favorite size. Anyways, I think it’s time we started.” Dalton’s twisted grin was an odd mix of excitement, joy, and good old-fashioned Dalton smarm. Dalton was trying to mask his joy, but doing a poor job of it. He was having a great time. Even with the minor setback of no longer being able to shrink Jake, he still had the ability to control Tyler and Sam, and Jake wasn’t going to be a threat to him seeing as the taller boy seemed very happy to let himself grow to immobility. Now Dalton was going to be able to use his power to ride the hottest guy in school. The fact that said hottie was now hung to Dalton’s high standards was just the icing on the cake. Dalton could already see his dream of having an endless stream of hot, hung, dudes to fill him whenever he wanted was well within his grasp. The best part is, no one would dare defy him as long as he could shrink their cocks down to nothing. Dalton really wished Taylor hadn’t had had his tiny dick covered with his hand when Dalton had shrunk him down. This isn’t the start of a tiny dick fetish for Dalton or anything like that, but having that much control over someone really got to him. Just thinking about Taylor’s little dick dwindling away under Dalton’s power got him so close to blowing his load. Dalton couldn’t help but think that it was a shame that this tablet only controlled cock sizes. The things he could do if he could change the size of any and all parts of a guy’s body. Those poor fools who defied him wouldn’t just have to worry about having tiny cocks, but also tiny bodies as well. Dalton would shrink guys down when he was bored with them; store them away in a cage on his nightstand or something. He would keep them around and let them watch as he had a new suitor every night. Dalton’s cock was already dribbling with pre as he imagined this. He was going to have to make a note to see if he couldn’t find some way to expand the capabilities of this tablet after he finished up here tonight. Dalton walked around to the front of Jake’s now enormous cock. The most recent growth spurt had stopped once Jake hit around twenty feet. His humongous dick was now over three times as long as he was. The shaft was easily wider than a king sized bed. It would be plenty large for what Dalton had in mind. The head of Jake’s cock was slightly bigger in diameter than Dalton was tall, but Dalton didn’t let this slow him down. He placed a foot in the entrance of Jake’s cavernous maw and used it to give him a foothold with which to climb up on top of Jake’s gigantic cock. Even from their position on the opposite end of the behemoth, the three guys could hear Jake’s moan of pleasure as Dalton climbed the sensitive, spongy head. Dalton turner a bit and beckoned Tyler and Sam up to join him before continuing his trek along to top of Jake’s massive shaft. Tyler scaled the front of Jake’s cock in much the same manner as Dalton had, but then he turned and reached a hand down to help Sam up. Once the two of them were up top they silently trekked along Jake’s gigantic cock until they reached Dalton who was kneeling down beside Jake. “I don’t usually allow others to see me when I am at work, but then again, you’ve always done nothing but watch me. Why stop now?” Dalton gave Jake a coy wink and a pat on the check before turning around to face Tyler. Dalton was moving around on his hands and knees, so the act of turning around made him look much like a dog that is spinning around trying to find the perfect angle to flop down into its bed. Dalton somehow made this otherwise comical maneuver look sexy, though. He made sure to waggle his sexy, round ass a little in Jake’s face as he got in position, and looked up at Tyler with the best bedroom eyes he could muster. “Startin’ to sag a bit there, sport. Let me help you out with that.” Dalton said coyly as he stood up on his knees and grabbed Tyler’s waning hard-on with both hands and began working the shaft with his tongue. Tyler’s arousal had been fading from the stress and uncertainty of the situation, but having Dalton masterfully run his tongue along every inch of his huge dick quickly got him back in full swing. Jake didn’t want to admit that watching Dalton suck off his boyfriend’s big dick was turning him on, but it was impossible to hide it from anyone. Jake was already floating at about half mast after his little growth spurt, and now that he had such a lewd show before him, he couldn’t help but bone. The spectacle would have been hot enough if it had just been Dalton blowing Tyler, but Dalton was also making sure to put on a show just for Jake. Dalton would move his hips around so that his tight butt would be openly on display for Jake. Dalton would even occasionally slip a hand or two back there and part his firm, round ass cheeks to give Jake a great view of his sloppy hole. Dalton could feel Jake’s colossal shaft hardening and twitching beneath him, and he could tell that his work was paying off. He always did know exactly how to get Jake all hot and bothered. It had been a game of his for such a long time, and he always played to win. In spite of himself, Tyler was quickly brought to the edge by Dalton’s masterful blowjob. The guy definitely had skill, but that should be expected; a guy who prides himself on being the best fuck in town has to know a thing or two about how to make another guy feel great. Tyler was able to clear his head enough and open his eyes to look around when Dalton’s tongue finally pulled back from his rock hard cock. Tyler could see Dalton spinning around again, this time positioning himself so that his ass was ready and waiting for Tyler’s impressive dick. Tyler didn’t waste any time in lining the tip of his dick up with Dalton’s loose hole. At first Tyler was a little apprehensive about plowing this guy right in front of his boyfriend, but Dalton’s blowjob had brought him so close to blowing his load that Tyler just really needed to get off. It also didn’t hurt that Jake’s expression of pure lust seemed to be begging for Tyler to go ahead and give him a great show. Tyler took a deep breath and took the plunge. His rod slid easily inside of Dalton’s ready hole. Tyler could feel the warm embrace of the sandy brown haired boy’s body around his cock. Dalton had definitely seen some use; he felt a little loose even around Tyler’s massive dick. Tyler began rolling his hips back and fort; sliding his cock back and forth inside of Dalton. It didn’t take long for Tyler to settle into a nice rhythm of reaming Dalton’s eager ass. Dalton turned his head back and beckoned Sam to join in. Sam was hesitant to follow the instructions purely because they had come from Dalton. Under any other circumstance, Sam would have been all too eager to thrust his meat deep into his crush. Sam’s eyes were drawn to Tyler’s firm, muscular ass and his tight hole. Sam’s cock immediately went completely rigid. He needed to get his rocks off, and he couldn’t imagine a better place to dump his load than his friend’s amazing ass. Tyler gasped as Sam placed this tip of his long dong up against his tight pucker. He had almost completely forgotten that Sam was supposed to be part of their festivities, but upon realizing what was happening, Tyler quickly relaxed and allowed his friend to use the back door. Tyler had almost forgotten how good it felt to be plugged like this. Even though Dalton was short a screw or three, at least his app allowed them to get small enough to enjoy some good old fashioned hot butt-sex. Sam almost blew his load the second he plunged into Tyler’s ass, but he held back. The chances of him ever getting to ride the blonde haired beauty again were very slim, and Sam wanted to be sure that this time lasted. It was a shame that it had to happen under such bizarre circumstances, though. The trio quickly settled into a routine of alternating thrusts. Sam would plunge into Tyler as the muscular blonde pulled out of the shaggy hipster, and Tyler would thrust into Dalton as his lithe, black haired buddy pulled his long cock out. The steady rhythm had all three of them in a state of ecstasy, but Dalton had other plans. He wasn’t about to let Jake sit this one out. Jake was practically drooling from the scene before him. He wanted to join in, but there was no way that he could move from his perch atop his twenty foot cock and boulder sized nuts. Dalton could see the look of pure lust in Jake’s eyes and was not about to miss this chance to let Jake in on the action. Dalton managed to focus long enough to poke at the various sliders on his app. He made sure to give himself a sizeable boost and more modest boosts for everyone else. Tyler gasped as he felt Sam’s cock swelling within him. Tyler was already filled to capacity before, but now Sam’s growing dick was stretching him out even further. Tyler could feel his insides sliding and stretching to make room for the gigantic intruder. His eyes began to roll back in his head a bit as his mind fogged over from the sex; he was only vaguely aware of Dalton’s body getting tighter around his own growing shaft. Dalton’s growth was far more noticeable than the rest. His cock had started at a large, but reasonable twelve inches, but it was getting bigger and bigger by the second. Dalton’s respectable stiffy ballooned in front of him until it was thicker than his torso and just as long. The flared out tip of his thick, massive cock was about even with his own bespectacled head. Dalton pressed himself into his gigantic shaft and let his body push his cock towards Jake. Jake wasted no time clinging to the gigantic pillar of manhood presented before him. Jake wrapped his arms around the giant cock and pulled it in close as if it was an old friend he had not seen in years. The girthy behemoth was much thicker around than Jake’s lanky frame. Jake rolled back the foreskin and locked lips with the beast; drinking in the pre that was already bubbling up from the depths of the giant wang. Jake nuzzled the slit, allowing the pre to wash over his face and roll down his chin and onto his chest. Jake was so horny that he just wanted to cum and be cummed upon, and somewhere in the back of his mind, Jake couldn’t help but wonder that since Dalton now held the power, maybe his cum held the secrets of growth as well. Maybe once Dalton blew his load all over Jake’s face, Jake would finally get the size he desired. Sam couldn’t help himself, being so close and intimate with Tyler was more than he could have hoped for when he had come here tonight; he was going to make the most of it. Sam slid his arms under Tyler’s and wrapped them tightly around the shorter blonde’s muscular chest. Sam then craned his neck to the side and began passionately kissing up the nape of Tyler’s neck. Almost instantly Tyler let out a sexy moan and began to spasm. Knowing that his kiss was what brought Tyler over the edge was enough to cause Sam to begin cumming as well. Dalton felt the first surge of cum coursing inside him and he quickly made a few swipes at his tablet. The experience last time was too great to miss out on, and he was sure the other boys wouldn’t complain about it either. Sam could feel his cock swelling again. He was worried by this, but there was nothing he could do. He could feel Tyler getting tighter around him by the second, and he also remembered what had happened last time this had happened. It had been weird last time, but somehow now that he was doing it with the guy he loved, it seemed exceptionally hot. Sam wished he was in a position that he could see Tyler’s normally ripped belly inflate with all the cum that was going to be pumping into him. Just imagining Tyler inflating with Sam’s spooge made Sam get even harder and cum even faster. More and more the thick jets of spunk flooded into Tyler. Sam moved his hands lower so he could feel Tyler’s belly distend. Gallons and gallons flooded into Tyler’s stomach causing it to bloat and swell. Sam could feel the liquids sloshing around inside as Tyler’s gut swelled up like a water balloon. Soon the stomach reached its max capacity, and the jizz, with nowhere else to go, rose up.  Globs of cum began oozing out the sides of Tyler’s mouth. Sam wasted no time in moving his kisses up the side of Tyler’s neck and onto his cheek. The kissing turned to licking as Sam lapped up the jizz that had made the circuit through his idol’s body. The flavor had transformed as it mixed and mingled with Tyler’s saliva and skin. Sam could feel the rumble below them as Jake’s monolithic cock shuddered and spasmed with an orgasm of its own. Jake had apparently really loved the show. Tyler was barely able to register that he was experiencing another growth spurt. His senses were already overloaded enough as it was without the extra waves of pleasure coursing through him, the fact that he was cumming while the next growth spurt hit only served to amplify the feeling of bliss. He had his already hefty cock plunged deep inside their dubious benefactor. The dude’s ass was clenching around Tyler’s cock tighter and tighter by he second. He also had Sam’s wonderfully huge cock buried deep within his own muscular ass. Tyler didn’t think he could take anymore than he already had in him; he was already stretched out and stuffed fuller than he had ever been before, even fuller than when he had bottomed for Jake. He was soon proved wrong, though. Sam’s huge cock erupted deep inside of him, flooding his insides with the warm gooey spunk. Tyler could feel Sam’s dick make one final, powerful thrust deep inside of him and then stay there as it unloaded its seed. Tyler had never felt so filled before, and yet he was getting pumped fuller by the second. His ass continued to stretch and allow for Sam’s already massive cock to grow and stretch inside of him. Tyler felt a strangely pleasant bloating sensation as his ass was filled to capacity with Sam’s massive cock and jizz, but then something strange happened. With nowhere else to go, the spooge welling up inside him traveled upwards. Tyler could feel the warm cream flooding into his stomach. It was a surprisingly pleasant sensation; like a belly full of warm soup on a cold and rainy afternoon. The cream warmed him inside and out. Tyler could feel his belly swelling more and more. His gut was comically round, especially on his fit frame. Tyler had never seen his stomach this big before. The closest he had come was when he had eaten a whole pizza by himself at Mark’s last Super Bowl party, but that time included a lot less hot sex and a lot more indigestion; given the option Tyler would take this feeling over a pizza binge any day. Tyler was loving the passionate lovemaking he was sharing with Sam. Tyler could feel the piercings on the pale, dark-haired boy’s bottom lip against his skin as Sam continued to kiss him and the cool, smooth, metallic stud in Sam’s tongue against his cheek as Sam lapped up the cum that was dribbling out of is mouth. Tyler was loving all the attention he was getting from both Sam and Jake; the look of lustful approval he was getting from Jake made him so happy and horny that he had almost completely forgotten about the asshole that his monster cock was currently rammed deeply into. Dalton was barely able to keep his wits about him while getting reamed by what was easily the biggest cock he had ever taken. Tyler’s dick was now at least as long as Sam’s had been earlier, but Tyler’s natural girth made it an even tighter fit. Tyler also had much more powerful cum shots than the thinner black haired boy. Dalton’s already noticeable paunch had swelled up like a balloon in record time. He could already feel Tyler’s salty jizz flooding his mouth. Tyler was cumming like a fire hose, and his massive meat was so big that it made pulling in and out of Dalton’s tight hole a chore in and of itself. Despite this, Tyler continued to mercilessly ram Dalton’s already ravaged hole over and over. Dalton had been with some rough customers before, but none of them had ever torn into him anywhere near this hard before. The pain was unbelievable but so was the pleasure. Dalton knew that he could sometimes be difficult to get along with. People seemed to get angry with him very easy, but he couldn’t quite figure out why. He never let it get to him, though. He wasn’t in the business of making friends, and besides, now that he knew how awesome angry hatesex can be, his naturally abrasive personality could turn out to be a major boon. With every rough thrust, Tyler’s basketball sized nuts smacked into Dalton’s beach ball sized cum factories. Dalton clung to his person sized cock to brace himself against the merciless onslaught of rough sex. Each thrust pumped more and more spunk into him. This was easily the biggest, thickest cock he had ever taken, and already he was wanting more. Dalton had always had insatiable an appetite for sex, but now that he had the power to make his current partner as big as he wanted, he was beginning to think that he would never be satisfied with the size of the dick he was taking. Dalton was actually ok with that. Some part of his mind knew that he shouldn’t even be physically capable of riding a cock this huge, but here he was with the cute jock’s thick shaft buried two feet into him. Maybe it had something to do with the nanites rewriting his DNA sequences. Dalton really didn’t have the time or the mental faculties to ponder such things right now. Maybe some other time when he wasn’t having his brains fucked out, Dalton would actually take time to study the effects of the nano-machines on the rest of a person’s body, but for now, all he wanted was more cock inside of him.  Dalton managed to keep his eyes from rolling back inside his head from pleasure long enough to make another quick adjustment. Dalton groaned and gritted his teeth as he braced himself against the pain. The pleasure and pain was so intense it was overloading his mind. Dalton’s senses fogged over as he collapsed atop his own gigantic cock. His eyes rolled back in his head as Tyler’s cum, with no where else left it could go, started flowing out of his mouth. Dalton could no longer process sight, sound, or smell. All he could sense was the feeling of Tyler’s immense cock ramming him, the taste of cum in his mouth, and the feeling of spooge flowing in and out of him as he and Tyler both came. Jake watched in awe. He was so enraptured by the strange and erotic display before him that he had shifted Dalton’s erupting volcano of jizz out of his face so that he could watch intently. Jake now awkwardly clung to the side of Dalton’s massive shaft as the gigantic cock fired jet after jet of warm cum off into the distance behind Jake. Even with all the strange things he had seen in the past few days and how horny he was, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Tyler’s already large dick had been steadily growing while it was inside of Dalton. The outline of Tyler’s immense shaft was clearly visible underneath Dalton’s skin. Jake was amazed that Dalton could take such a thing with only minor discomfort. It looked like Dalton was even enjoying having something that big inside of him. Jake was both extremely turned on by this and a bit jealous. After they got out of this mess, he was going to be sure to let Tyler do that to him. He would love to have such a large cock inside of him now that it appeared he could do so without any major damage to his internal organs. Jake couldn’t help but imagine what he would look like if had a cock that large in side of him. The outlines of the veins along Tyler’s cock would be easily visible through the skin of Jake’s taut tummy. Seeing this just made Jake cum even harder than he already was. He reached back and began to finger his hole as best he could. It had been too long since anyone had topped him. His hands were a poor substitute for a hard, sexy shaft, but they would have to do for now. There was so much that Jake wanted that he wasn’t getting. He wanted to have his boyfriend fuck is brains out right here and now, but instead he had to watch while his lover mercilessly reamed a guy that they didn’t particularly know that well. Jake wanted to kiss Tyler’s adorable face, but he was stuck way over here while Sam worked over every inch of his boyfriend’s beautiful face with his tongue and lips. More than anything, though, Jake wanted to grow, but it seems that Dalton’s cum didn’t have that power either. Something in the back of Jake’s mind was raging. It wasn’t fair! He was to be the biggest and the best. It was within his reach, but right before it could happen, Dalton shows up with his stupid app and robs Tyler of his power, and now that Dalton had the power, it didn’t work the way Jake wanted it to. Jake enjoyed a cum bath as much as the next guy, but he had also expected said shower to grant him his wish. Now that Jake hadn’t gained so much as an inch from the downpour he was at the limit of his patience. Tyler had been watching Jake as closely as he could for the entire time he was riding Dalton. Jake seemed to really be enjoying the party, and so Tyler was all too happy to keep things going. The sex was great, and as long as his boyfriend was happy with it, Tyler would gladly keep ramming this irritating hipster. Jake’s demeanor had changed though and rather suddenly, at that. Something had really pissed Jake off. Jake had only really lost it twice in all the years they have known each other. He was usually the type to implode internally and keep his sadness pent up inside, where it can fester quietly as a mental illness, but when he snapped it could be a real shitstorm. Tyler could do nothing but watch as his lover quietly raged against something. Tyler had a general idea about what might be making Jake so mad, but there was nothing he could do to help. Seeing Jake like that made his heart ache and his libido drop. Tyler’s torrent of cum subsided along with his erection. Tyler hated feeling so helpless; he couldn’t even walk over there and be with Jake when his lover needed it most. Sam could tell that something was different. Tyler was no longer going along with his lovemaking, and instead was now completely rigid and fixated on Jake. Sam followed Tyler’s gaze and could see Jake silently flipping out. Sam suddenly felt very guilty. He knew that Tyler was Jake’s, but he wanted so much to have another go with the cute, blonde, jock that he had let his libido supersede his friendship. For the first time, Sam noticed just how blue Jake’s eyes were. Sure, he always knew they were blue; the first time Sam had met Jake on his first day at the new school, he thought that Jake’s eyes were beautiful. The deep blue of his eyes complimented his dark brown hair nicely, but now Jake’s eyes seemed inhumanly blue. It was as if Jake was Clark Kent and had taken off his murky glasses to reveal the electric blue Kryptonian eyes of Kal-El. Indeed, Jake’s eyes even seemed to crackle with electricity. Jake mentally raged against his misfortune. All he wanted right now was to grow. He wished to grow and grow. He needed it. He demanded it! Jake could feel the cold fire spread through his mind; igniting his very soul with his desire. He mentally cried out to grow… and he did. 

Chapter 45 - Geno-type pt. 45

Jake’s concentration was interrupted by the familiar pulsing through his enlarged loins. He was growing again. Jake immediately forgot all the pent up frustration he was feeling, and instead focused on enjoying his new bump in size. His growth spurt was pretty minor in the overall grand scheme of things. His brief burst of size amounted to a little more than an extra two feet onto his already twenty-foot cock. Jake was a little disheartened to find that he had gained so little size from that last crazy sexcapade, but at least he now knew that Dalton’s cum did have the growth power to it now… even if it did take a little longer to start working than Jake was used to. Dalton’s jizz also seemed to be a little weaker than Tyler’s, but then again it had taken several doses of Tyler’s to start getting sizeable gains like this. Dalton’s spooge probably just needed to ramp up a bit.  Dalton felt Jake’s cock swell up beneath him. At first he thought that Jake was already getting hard again, but he quickly realized that Jake was growing. Dalton couldn’t figure it out. How could Jake have gained even more size? He was sure he had not accidentally bumped the pad. Dalton pushed himself up off of his large, sticky cock and checked on his tablet that he had had pinned between his torso and his gigantic shaft. Sure enough, the screen was still locked. Somehow Jake had managed to grow despite not having been given the order to do so. Somehow Jake was continually able to override his controls. Dalton didn’t like this one bit. Fortunately, it appeared that Jake had no idea just how much power he really had.  Dalton really didn’t feel like getting up right now, but he had to investigate this further. His position here depended on him at least having the illusion of control. Dalton reached behind him and slowly began pulling Tyler’s thick cock out of him. It was a strange sensation to have something so large slowly sliding out of him. He could feel every inch of it buried deep within him. Even soft, Tyler’s dick was well over two feet. Dalton hadn’t been paying too much attention when he was ramping up the size, but he assumed that it had to have been close to three feet when it was fully erect. Dalton’s enormous six footer stirred to life as he thought about just how much glorious cock he had had up inside of him. The gentle rubbing of Tyler’s retracting cock along his inner lining was pleasantly massaging Dalton’s ravaged insides, bringing him even closer to boning.  Dalton managed to keep his libido under control as he finally pulled the thick, spongy cockhead out of his ass. Tyler’s immense dick flopped loose from Dalton’s blown out ass with a sticky popping sound.  Pent up spooge immediately began flowing out of Dalton’s stretched out hole. The pleasure of having all that pent up spunk flow out of him and drip down his legs was so great that it made his legs feel like jelly, but despite this, Dalton managed to stand up and steady himself.  Dalton didn’t even need to be able to see his ass to know that it was ridiculously stretched out; he could feel it. It felt so hollow and empty now that the largest cock he had ever taken, probably that anyone had ever taken, had been extricated from him. He set down the tablet atop his colossal cock so that he could reach back with both hands and survey the damage. Dalton’s balls were so large that they rested heavily on the ground even when he was standing up. His huge cock draped over the massive orbs, making a nice little spot for him to set the pad for easy access.  Dalton slid his fingers into his wrecked ass. They went in easy; very easy, actually. He was able to get all four fingers from both hands without even the slightest bit of difficulty. His curiosity had gotten the better of him. He needed to see just how loose he really was now. He dug his fingers in and began pulling apart. His muscles easily complied. Dalton was able to open up a few more inches before his stretched out muscles began to put up even a paltry resistance. A moan of pleasure slipped out of his mouth as even more gooey spunk seeped out.  Dalton turned his head back to get a look at the odd pair behind him. The two boys seemed to be really enjoying the show; especially Tyler, whose three foot long cock was already twitching and stirring back to life from the lurid display before him.  The two of them were a strange sight to behold. Tyler’s distended belly seemed very out of place amidst the collection of hard muscles that comprised the rest of his athletic body, and his gigantic cock and enormous balls would look out of place on anyone. Tyler’s big full belly was large, but still nothing compared to Dalton’s cum-inflated stomach. It seemed as if being inflated past his max once already had made his middle area even more elastic than before. Dalton pulled his hands out of his ass and rubbed his beach ball of a belly. It was warm and sensitive to the tough. Just feeling his hands caressing it was enough to cause his monstrous dick to stir to life even more.  Sam looked relatively normal at first glace. The lithe boy had his hands wrapped around his shorter, more muscular friend in a protective embrace.  The only things that really seemed out of place on him were his incredibly huge nuts. Sam had a massive cock of his own to go along with those gigantic cum spheres, but it was currently hidden away deep within his friend’s fabulous ass.  Both of them seemed exhausted from the hot sex they had all shared, but Dalton needed to be sure that they didn’t try to interfere as he explored the recent bugs in the system. In one quick motion, Dalton plucked the tablet up from the makeshift table of cock he had in front of him and made some quick adjustments. Almost instantly he could see that Tyler’s already massive cock was swelling up even more, and even though he couldn’t see it in action, the grunt of pain followed by the moan of ecstasy from both Tyler and Sam let him know that Sam was creeping up in size too.  Dalton was pleased with his handiwork. He had managed to ensure that those two would stay out of his way while he worked, as well as given them something that they obviously enjoyed. See? When Dalton gets his way, everyone benefits.  Dalton turned his attention back to his tablet, and more specifically, Jake’s controls. A few quick pokes confirmed Dalton’s suspicions. He still could not downgrade Jake’s size at all. Another quick poke confirmed that he could still upgrade Jake, though. Dalton only added another foot to Jake’s already twenty two foot long dong. No sense getting carried away here. He was still not sure what exactly was going on, and it was best to play it safe until this was resolved.  Tyler had been trying his best to keep hits wits about him this whole time. It had been an extremely difficult task, but somehow he had managed to keep from completely losing himself in the hot sex. He could tell that Dalton was a little unsettled but was generally in a much better mood than he had been earlier. Tyler figured this would be a great time to try and pry more information out of the unstable tech guru. The question was… “How can you control our sizes anyway?” Tyler asked aloud.  Dalton turned and grinned at Tyler. The grin wasn’t as menacing this time, but it was somehow even more smug than it was before. “You’re body is crawling with nanites, tiny machines that mix with your DNA and multiply rapidly. I have found a way to control them. I really can’t be bothered to go into specifics right now, but suffice to say. I have hacked their little collective hive mind. They listen only to me now.”  Tyler sized up the new guy. He was definitely a grade A egomaniac. Tyler knew how to deal with people like that, though. He’d just have to bide his time and find some way to turn his situation around. If by some miracle he managed to take control of the nanites in the process then things would be even better. Tyler tried to think over what little info he had gleaned already. He really didn’t care about the nanites per se. It was a new name for Geno’s space magic and little more as far as Tyler was concerned, but there was something douchelord over there had said that caught Tyler’s attention. “Hive mind?” Tyler again wondered aloud.  Dalton gave an overly dramatic sigh of feigned exasperation. He wasn’t fooling anyone; he was loving this. Taylor was obviously completely clueless about his own special powers. Dalton felt superior to this typical musclehead jock. Blondie over there obviously hit the weights hard to cover for his shortcomings in the mental arena. “Yes. Hive mind. Think of them like millions of tiny insects that share a single consciousness, a psychic web of conjoined thought. The entire colony lacks the ability to think for itself and instead relies on an outside thought to control them. I don’t know who issues the original command, but I have modified it to my own purposes.”  Tyler listened to Dalton’s overly smug account of his 1337 haxxing skills. The more he listened to this ass clown the more Tyler wanted to punch him in the face. Tyler really wasn’t a violent person by nature, but this obnoxious, know-it-all was really asking to be fed a good swift knuckle sandwich. That said, Doctor Victor Von Douche had let slip a few choice bits of information during his evil genius spiel. Somehow, he was using that tablet to exert some sort of psychic control over the magic space swarm that lived in his dick. Tyler didn’t know much science, but he did know bad B movies; as far as he was concerned, the two are pretty much the same thing.  Tyler tried to focus his mind on his junk. Somehow he would have to hijack control of the hive mind from… um… “What’s your name anyway?” Tyler made a mental note to try and keep his internal and external thoughts a little more separate from now on. He had a bad habit of saying what he was thinking even if he didn’t actually want to. Fortunately, it all seemed to be working in his favor this time.  Dalton seemed genuinely shocked by this question. “What? I’m Dalton. You know? The guy everyone wants to get with? The best fuck in town? How can you be gay at our school and not know me? I’m kind of a big deal!”  Tyler grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, I guess I have only really had eyes for one guy.”  Jake’s eyes lit up with joy even in spite of their perilous circumstances. Sam also seemed to be pleased. Maybe a little hurt, but definitely overjoyed for his friends. Tyler could definitely tell that Sam was a bit wistful as well. Tyler felt a little bad. He knew how Sam felt about him, but he also knew that he didn’t feel anywhere near as strongly for Sam as he did for Jake. Sam was a good friend, but Jake was definitely the love of his life. Sam was very happy for Jake and Tyler. Hearing Tyler more or less confess his undying love for Jake made Sam feel all warm and giddy. He had known for a while that he wasn’t even really in the race for Tyler’s affection and had expected it to hurt a lot more to finally hear it from Tyler himself, but oddly enough, it didn’t hurt at all. If anything it gave Sam a certain peace of mind he had been missing.  Dalton didn’t seem angry by this. In fact he seemed somewhat bemused and a little confused. “Huh. I never could understand the allure of monogamy. I tried it once, but it didn’t seem as great as I was led to believe.” Sam could feel a small bit of spite in Dalton’s voice, and couldn’t help but feel that it was directed at him.  Tyler picked up on the slight bit of bitterness in Dalton’s voice as well. Did something happen between him and Sam that he should know about? Tyler was curious, but he didn’t think that that was an angle he should pursue in his current position. He didn’t think it would be important in beating Dalton, and it didn’t seem like a very good idea to be poking at the emotional wounds of the guy who could vaporize Tyler junior with one neurotic flick of the finger.  For now, Tyler would try his original plan of trying to mentally take control over the alien ant farm in his Netherlands. Tyler tried to remember that feeling when he focused on growing back when he had control. He focused with all his might, but the best he could do was get a slight tingle in the back of his mind. Tyler tried and tried to form some sort of psychic link with the nanites, but after a few minutes, all he had to show for it was a splitting headache. He had to face the facts. He really didn’t have what it takes to be some sort of psychic supercomputer.  Dalton looked down at his pad. Tyler’s slider was behaving oddly. It wasn’t going anywhere, but it sure wanted to. It seemed to be rattling in place as if it was trying to shake itself loose. Whatever Tyler was doing seemed to be having a noticeable affect on the hive mind. Dalton was impressed. Somehow this meathead was able to do an even better job of trying to wrest control mentally than he had. Dalton quickly dismissed the notion that Tyler may in some way be mentally superior to him. It had to be a side effect of Tyler having been the control core for so long.  Dalton looked up from his pad and gave Tyler a douchey thumbs up. “Not bad, sport, but even I couldn’t mentally hack the system. I guess humans just aren’t cut out to be psychics.” Not cut out to be psychics? That’s bullshit. Tyler thought to himself. He was starting to get the hang of alternating between internal and external monologues. He knew for a fact that humans have developed psychic abilities; they just lack the ability to receive the signals they send out. Geno had said so himself. Geno was a guy right? Tyler didn’t actually know if human gender identities applied to roving space mages, but he figured that’s a topic best left to philosophize over some other time.  Tyler’s mouth fell open as he remembered the conversation he had had with the strange, white clad individual on that fateful night. Everything was falling into place. Geno said that Jake was the one who contacted him. Jake’s psychic waves were so powerful that they could be detected from space. When Jake was concentrating like that his eyes seemed to sparkle an electric blue. Jake’s eyes had lit up when Dalton had lost the control to shrink him down. Jake had already overpowered Dalton’s little iPad. He just didn’t know it yet! Tyler knew he was going to have to make a move soon. He just hoped that Jake would follow his lead.  Dalton continued to poking at his screen. Everything seemed to be working fine, but he kept losing control. How was he supposed to make all of his amazing sexual fantasies come true if he can’t even control this ragtime crew of deviants. He got more and more frustrated as he checked and double checked all of the settings. Everything seemed to be fine.  Tyler slowly got to his feet. It was an awkward and difficult task since he had to help Sam up while he was at it. The two of them were still conjoined at the hip now that Sam’s cock had grown even larger inside of him. It was going to be difficult to pull it out without injuring something. Tyler could feel Sam’s gigantic dick twitching and stirring to life inside of him. As Tyler moved around, Sam could feel Tyler’s body bending and flexing around his dick; Tyler was unintentionally jacking off every inch of Sam’s behemoth.    Sam struggled to keep his wits about him and not allow himself to fully bone, but it was so hard to take his mind off of the situation. Tyler was completely wrapped around his humongous dick. Somewhere in the back of his mind Sam thought that if he got much larger, he’d end up wearing Tyler like a condom. Sam quickly shut out the image and silently chastised himself for having that though, but the damage had already been done. His semi had hardened even more and he could already feel a little dribble of pre leaking out.  Tyler stood up as tall as he could manage. He wanted to seem imposing and in charge when he squared off against Dalton. It didn’t hurt that Sam was more or less providing him with a second spine. Tyler winced a little. Ok, so it hurt a little, but he could already feel his body shifting to accommodate. Tyler was already standing up on the balls of his feet. He couldn’t help but think that if his taller friend got any harder, he wouldn’t even be able to touch the ground with his feet anymore. Tyler steeled his nerves and went on the offensive. “What’s your problem anyway?” Dalton was too shocked to respond. He held all the power here and yet this kid was sassing him? Dalton was ready to remind him of who was really in charge here, but before he could say anything  Tyler continued. “You show up here, spouting all this self-righteous bullshit and treating us like children. What’s the big idea?”  Dalton’s eyes narrowed as he focused on Tyler. “I treat you like children because that is exactly what you are. You somehow discover this great power and what do you do with it? You let yourselves go. You grow and grow until your dicks dwarf towers. You cum all over everything. I can’t even begin to imagine how much property damage you three have caused. The locker room? The nurse’s office? Who knows what else? No one else has pinned it on you, but I figured it out easy enough. Someone had to stop you kids.” Dalton was annoyed enough without having to listen to this jock mouth off to him. He had the moral high ground here. Hell, if he had let these kids continue much longer, they could have crushed the whole town under their massive dicks.  Dalton’s own huge cock gave a slight shudder of approval. Dalton had to admit that would be pretty hot, but the amount of damage it would cause would be catastrophic. As much as Dalton felt that he was superior to everyone else, he still wouldn’t wish that level of destruction upon innocents. That being said, if he somehow managed to find a way to shrink people down with this new power, then he could live out these crazy fantasies in the comfort of his own home. Dalton already had plans for how to populate his little master planned community. What makes his planned community a master planned community is that he would be the master of said community. It would be populated by the scum and lowlife’s of society. It would be the perfect solution to the prison overcrowding. Send them his way, and Dalton would soon have those thugs serving out their sentence under his enormous nuts like the insects that they are. It would be like Death Note only with less heart attacks and more tea bagging.  Dalton’s six foot long schlong was quickly stirring to life as he had his little fantasy. Dalton stared at Tyler and began pondering what he should do. He didn’t have the power to shrink him yet, but maybe spending some time pinned under his colossal nuts would teach that stupid jock some manners. Dalton placed his finger over the slider bar and prepared to move it, but before he could give himself a substantial boost he stopped himself and slid down instead. As much as Dalton hated to admit it, he had to keep the moral high ground here. He had to serve as an example to these punk kids about how to rationally use this power, and besides, it was really hard to move with a six foot cock.  Tyler watched Dalton’s little internal struggle intently. This guy was definitely a little messed up upstairs. Tyler braced himself when he saw Dalton messing around with his tablet again, but was surprised to see Dalton’s enormous wang shrink down to a much more manageable two footer.  Tyler quickly got over his surprise and continued his debate. “You call us irresponsible and yet when you get control of the power, what do you do? You bully us. You force us into some freaky orgy. You call yourself an adult, and I call that bullshit!” Jake and Sam stared at Tyler stunned. Was he trying to piss Dalton off? Both of them were too afraid to chime in on the argument.  Dalton was dangerously close to being livid. How dare this punk say that to him? And after all he had done for them! “No one forced you into it, and I didn’t see any of you guys complaining. Especially you. You seemed to really be enjoying it.” Dalton rubbed his cum flooded belly for added emphasis as he accused Tyler.  “No one forced us? It was bang you or live my life as a eunuch! That’s first class coercion right there!” Tyler was angry. His original goal was just to get Dalton to lose his cool and do something stupid, but Tyler had greatly underestimated just how big of an asshat his brown haired opponent really was.  “What? So I made a little demonstration of my powers. I wanted to be sure I had your attention.” Dalton shrugged off Tyler’s accusation easily enough, and Tyler could see that it was going to take a bit more than that to get under Dalton’s skin. Dalton was somehow so convinced that he was in the right in this that he hadn’t even flinched at Tyler’s accusations. “You think I would really do something like that to my friends?” Dalton continued nonchalantly. “Friends? You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.” Tyler really, really wanted to spinning roundhouse this asshole in the face. He had never heard someone so self-absorbed that they could do such terrible things and still feel like the victim. If he could just see how big of an ass he was really being, would he still be so high and mighty? Tyler tried to think, was there anything he could do to get through to this guy. There were a few brief moments when he seemed rational enough; a few brief moments when he seemed almost sorry. “It’s no wonder your last boyfriend left you.”  Dalton’s eyes narrowed as he glowered at Tyler. “My last boyfriend didn’t leave me. He cheated on me. I’m better off without him. I’m better off alone. I always have been.”  Tyler could feel Sam’s grip get tighter. Something was up between Sam and Dalton. Had Sam been his last boyfriend he was talking about? That wouldn’t make any sense, since Sam had never mentioned him before tonight, and Sam didn’t seem the type to cheat on anyone. Tyler decided to pursue this angle since it seemed to strike a nerve. “Seems a little ironic, doesn’t it? You pride yourself on sleeping around town, and yet you flip your shit when your friend does the same thing?”  Dalton was really getting angry now. “That’s completely different. I’ve never let myself get emotionally attached to any of those guys. It’s always just a quick score, nothing else. We both knew that going into it.” Dalton’s attitude changed. He was no longer addressing Tyler; instead he was speaking directly to Sam. The black haired boy was awkwardly standing behind his shorter blonde buddy, and froze when he felt Dalton’s glare turn to him. “Did you know I had never once even thought of trying to go out with someone before? You’re the first guy who ever caught my attention in such a way. You were different. You were sweet and kind, and you looked at me and smiled. The way you looked at me, no one’s ever looked at me like that before. I’ve always just been an ass to plow, and I was fine with that. You actually seemed to like me for me.” Tyler almost felt sorry for the unstable teen who was pouring his heart out before him, but then it happened again. Dalton’s voice turned bitter and cold. He was once again going dark. “And what do I find? The very next morning you are out and about flirting with the coffee guy. Then I find out you’ve been sleeping with these two assholes. If I have no interest in someone, I just keep it physical. I at least have the decency to not lead someone on like that.” It was Sam’s turn to fight back. “But you’ve got it all wrong! I only accepted Lyle’s number because I was afraid of what you would say when you saw me. I thought I was a freak, and he seemed to like me even in spite of my changes. I didn’t even make any attempt to set up anything with him.” Dalton rolled his eyes. “Lyle? On a first name basis already? And you made no effort to deny bunking with Jack and Taylor here.”  Sam looked down dejectedly. “Because that part is true. I did sleep with them, but like you, it was little more than sex. Those two are devoted to each other. I was just a third wheel…” Tyler was listening and caught on to something. “Wait a second. you said the very next day. Sam met Lyle this morning. Did you guys just meet yesterday?” Dalton looked at Tyler questioningly. “We’ve been in a class together all year, but we only really talked yesterday.” Tyler ran through the timeline in his head. Sam was with them almost all day yesterday. There wasn’t much time for him to be alone with Dalton. So they were only together while on campus. “Wait. So you guys haven’t even formally dated yet?” Dalton continued to glower at Tyler. He didn’t know why Tyler was wasting his time with such stupid questions. “Not officially I suppose you could say.”  “You toolbox! What is this bullshit you are spouting about how Sam cheated on you. You haven’t even dated. You’ve only really been together for one day. You two would have to have been in a relationship for Sam to cheat on you.” Tyler shouted exasperated.  Dalton was taken aback. “He was mine! I had him first!”  “What are you, five? That’s not how this works. You can’t call dibs on someone. A relationship has to be a mutual thing.” Tyler had forgotten about his original plan of baiting Dalton into trying to use his tablet, and was now just laying into the guy for no other reason than he was a total douchebag. Interestingly enough, he had unintentionally managed to hit Dalton’s weak spot for massive damage.  Dalton was furious. This brainless musclehead was treating him like a child! He, Dalton, was being referred to as a five year old? He needed to re-establish the pecking order here. Dalton gritted his teeth and spoke slowly. “Listen up, kiddo. You don’t seem to understand the situation here. I am trying to be an adult about this. ” Tyler laughed sarcastically. “You? An adult? You’re just a brat. That’s all. You don’t get your way and you throw a temper tantrum.” Dalton was fuming. He didn’t care about playing nice any more. He was going to take that smug jackass down a peg, “Ok. Fine. I’ve tried to be nice, but you refuse to behave. I think it’s time you sat at the kid’s table for awhile.” Dalton placed his finger on Tyler’s slider and slammed it as far left as it would go. Almost instantly Tyler’s impressive dick began to dwindle.  Tyler had been too focused on laying into Dalton to prepare himself for this. Tyler tried to focus and fight back, but all that he was succeeding in doing was slow the shrinking down a little. The device was too powerful for him to fight against. Tyler gave up the fight and instead turned his attention to his boyfriend who had been silently watching the shouting match. “Jake, please. Don’t let him do this to me.” Tyler pleaded. Jake just stared in shock. What could he do? What could anyone do? Dalton had all the power. Jake hated it. He hated that this dickbasket could dick them around however he wanted. More than  anything he hated that his best friend needed him, but he had no idea how to help. All Jake wanted was to protect Tyler. Every cell in his body, every synapse in his brain was focused on finding some way to save his lover.  Tyler could see Jake was panicking. Jake still had no idea about what power he possessed, but hopefully he would figure it out while Tyler still had a dick to protect. Tyler’s cock dwindled further. It was well past the two foot mark; already down to half of what it had been before Dalton had flipped the switch. Tyler focused on fighting it, hoping to buy Jake time. Jake continued to panic, but his eyes were starting to sparkle. Little flecks of light seemed to appear in his irises.  Jake could feel a familiar sensation in his mind. That cold fire was back. His panic washed away. Everything seemed so surreal. Everything looked the same, but it was like he was seeing something invisible. It was there, right in front of his eyes. It had no shape, no form, no color, but it was as real as anything. Jake found that he could manipulate this formless mass somehow. It was like it was an extension of himself. There was another invisible mass out there attacking his boyfriend. Jake would not allow this. With a quick flex of his ethereal muscle, Jake crushed the imposter and wrapped Tyler in his protective embrace.  Tyler could feel something different. It was somehow cool and warm at the same time. It was soothing and comforting. His shrinking came to abrupt stop. It was more than just that, though. Tyler’s cock was actually growing back. It swelled had dwindled down to a little under a foot, but now it was surging upwards. It reached the two foot mark and kept going. It blew past the four foot mark. It was now larger than it had been before Dalton had tried to wipe it out. It finally slowed to a halt at a little over six feet. It was now larger than Tyler himself.  Dalton was baffled. How had this happened? Not only had his shrink command failed, but Tyler had actually grown larger? Dalton looked down at his pad only to see the company logo flash on the screen. The stupid thing had crashed! Dalton silently cursed himself for buying the newest gen the day it hit the market. These things always took a few batches to get all the bugs worked out. He was suddenly very worried that someone heard him. If someone found out that he actually advocated waiting to buy new Apple products his hipster cred would be destroyed.  Dalton didn’t have too much time to ponder the crash, though. He knew he needed to buy himself some time. If the others realized his moment of weakness they may go on the counterattack. His options for escape while up here were severely limited. Fortunately, he was the only one with a cock below the three foot mark. He could use that to his advantage. Dalton made a quick dive and shoved Tyler’s massive dick over the side of Jake’s even larger one. The momentum was enough to send the giant mass of cock down and Tyler with it. Sam, who was unfortunately still stuck to Tyler, was also along for the ride. With those two down, Dalton turned his attention back to the screen. The system had rebooted, and he had the app back up and running. Now to try again. Dalton was shocked to see that Sam and Tyler’s names had completely vanished from his list. He had no power over them anymore. Dalton needed more time to figure this out, and Tyler was already getting back on his feet. He wasn’t nearly high enough off the ground to keep Tyler at bay for very long. Although, he could fix that. Dalton placed his finger on Jake’s slider and slammed it to the right. He had to put as much distance between him and Tyler as he could.  

Chapter 38 - Geno-type pt. 38

When Dalton finally got home from all the trivial errands he had had to run today, the first thing he did was peel off all his clothes. He was so eager to strip down that he had almost had his shirt completely off before he had even bother to shut the front door. Part of him wanted to let the neighbors get a free shot, but then again, he wasn’t at his best right now. With the door safely shut behind him and locked up tight, Dalton was free to really let it all hang out.             Dalton didn’t have to worry about anyone else in his family coming home and spotting him; his sister was happily off at college and was never heard from; his mother was a nurse at the hospital and was rarely seen or heard from during the work week; his father was a full time corporate, brown-nosing ladder climber who liked to put in at least twelve hours a day at work even on weekends. Dalton had always been alone, even before his sister had moved out. She was always out hanging with friends or partying or being otherwise the social butterfly. Dalton, on the other hand, had raised himself in the comfort and solitude of his securely locked little home.             He wasn’t bitter about it or anything. He had learned early on the joys of being completely self sufficient and self reliant. His upbringing had taught him the cold hard truth of the world, and that was that you can only really count on yourself. Growing up he had spent a lot of time in front of the TV and would always sneer at the trite children’s shows that preached the powers of love and friendship. The power of friendship couldn’t really make you draw the right card in a life or death match. This is why you learn to build a decent deck and not pray to some transient voodoo bullshit to cover your own short fallings.             It is safe to say that Dalton had few friends, and of those friends even fewer that he would consider more than casual acquaintances. The Facebook era had dumbed down the term “Friend” to mean anyone who you could tolerate to look at or hear from for more than five seconds at a time. Dalton had lots of those, hundreds and hundreds of “friends” flooded his often completely ignored timeline. Dalton always thought it silly how people were so quick to latch on to others. It was like the vast majority of people, especially those his own age, needed constant contact from others to justify their existence. Dalton would always roll his eyes at the large, loud, roving packs of giggling girls the traipsed through the hallways. He responded likewise to the marauding gangs of dudes who patrolled the corridors of the school as if they were about to start an epic dance battle with the first pack of Jets they encountered. Dalton was much more at ease by himself. He had his projects and devices to keep him interested. These were much easier for him to relate to than the immature little children he had been forced into contact with by sheer virtue of age brackets. That’s not to say he completely shunned human contact, though. He loved it in the right context; craved it even. There was scarcely a moment in his life where he would refuse to go ankles to ears for anyone who had the proper measurements to please him. He just didn’t like how so many people seemed to expect more out of sex than just sex. Casual hookups were Dalton’s forte; get in, get off, get out. The after glow was better spent enjoying the ride home with the windows down and the music cranked instead of in the arms of the other party. It bothered him when the other guy wanted to cuddle after the fact. No, sorry. Your role is done. It was a nice ride, but this is his stop. Dalton was better off alone. He had been reminding himself this all day. He had always been alone. It was what made him feel comfortable. He didn’t have the time for such childish fancies like love. He was better off alone. This had become his mantra.   He still couldn’t comprehend what was going through his mind yesterday. It wasn’t uncommon for him to put the moves on a guy, especially one as cute and hung as Sam, but it was all just pillow talk. Dalton never actually meant any of it he said. It was always “Hey. You’re hot. Let’s bang.” They get their freak on and both part ways happy, but with Sam it was different. Dalton could feel a sense of joy just from watching Sam’s reactions; the small glint of appreciation in his eyes as his apprehension faded, the little smile that played at the corner of Sam’s lip as he struggled to not let slip his feelings, the red flush that tinged Sam’s cheeks as Dalton praised his good looks. Dalton had just intended to get into Sam’s pants, but somehow Sam had begun to get into his heart. Dalton had momentarily let his guard down, and paid the price for it. He had given his number to another guy. He never did that. He had even begun to look forward to their next encounter. He never did that, either. He had gone to bed dreaming of the chance to see Sam again in the morning. Morning arrived, and Dalton was excited for a new day and a chance to see Sam again; that chance came far earlier than Dalton had expected. Dalton was knee deep in his morning knee deep ritual, when who should walk in but the man of the hour himself. Dalton was elated to see Sam, but chose to hang back. As excited as he was, he still liked to limit human contact, and he would rather have Sam alone. Plus, he recognized the two dudes Sam was with. Dalton had reason to speak to them too, but he would much rather do it without Sam around. Things could get complicated otherwise. Dalton was content to sit and watch his crush from afar for now. He had come to accept it during the night that it was in fact a crush; his first, no less. Dalton had looked down on such feelings for so long, but now that he was actually feeling it for himself, he could kind of appreciate what people saw in it. It made him feel good inside just watching Sam there. All that changed when in an instant. Dalton couldn’t believe his eyes, but it was happening right in front of him. Sam was actually flirting with the coffee guy. How low can you stoop? Dalton was devastated. Wasn’t he good enough for Sam? Countless guys had tried to get with Dalton; he was the best fuck in the county. Apparently that wasn’t enough for Sammy boy. Dalton slowly slurped at his frosty beverage while the rage boiled deep inside of him. This is exactly why he had not allowed himself to open up for so long. He was stuck in a world where none had the emotional maturity needed to truly appreciate Dalton for who he was. He was a fool for thinking this kid would be any different. Minor emotional trauma aside, today had been very informative for, though. Dalton had learned the secret to the impossible growing cocks he had witnessed just the other day; a secret that he would gladly put to better use than those children who were currently playing around with it.   Dalton took a moment to admire himself in the mirror as he walked trough the living room. It was an ornamental mirror, rife with metallic faux cracks gilded upon it, but it served its purpose well enough. Dalton thought he was pretty good looking all in all. He had shaggy, light, sandy brown hair, and yes, the carpets did match the drapes.  A sandy brown layer of light fuzz covered much of his body; getting steadily denser starting at his belly button down to his groin. Dalton had equally sandy colored, curly pubes. He liked to keep them neat and tidy to accentuate his nice, thick cock, but still kept them long enough to be nice and fluffy.  Dalton knew that he was above average downstairs. His big dick and nice, round, bubble butt were his two major draws in his frequent sexcapades. Dalton turned and admired his ass in the stylized mirror. His round humps were just as fuzzy as his belly, but with an extra thick line of hair right down the crack. Upon further inspection, Dalton realized it was probably time he trimmed up down their as well. He mowed the lawn, so to speak, every so often just to keep it from getting too out of control, but it was such a pain in the ass to get the little scissors down there… no pun intended. Besides, most guys Dalton had been with liked the little bit of fur down there. They said it tickled as it brushed against their dicks while they reamed him. Dalton turned back around to admire his front. His thick shaft was already swelling up from the attention he had been giving it. Dalton thought he was pretty hot, actually. He was maybe not porn star hot, but still pretty good looking. He had a pretty mature looking face for his age which was accentuated by a wispy beard on his chin. There wasn’t much to it yet, but he had worked hard on that little patch of facial hair. He thought it made him look older and more dignified. As far as the rest of his body went, he was pretty skinny over all. Well, except for a slight paunch around his belly. Dalton didn’t have any intention of losing the extra weight though. He found the physical perfection of porn stars and models boring. The slight imperfections of normal people are what made them endearing. Dalton was now standing completely erect. He didn’t normally get turned on just by admiring himself in the mirror, but he had been extra horny all day; most likely a side effect of his seemingly infinite reservoirs of spooge dangling below his now erect cock.  Dalton couldn’t help but notice how much bigger and fuller his balls seemed than before. He figured it was probably a side effect of not emptying his high production cum factories since this morning. His now huge nuts had been on his mind pretty much all day. Dalton had begun to regret wearing such loose boxers, as his balls continued to slowly become thicker and heavier as they became fuller and fuller of potent spunk. Even within the confines of his tight pants, his balls kept sliding around. It felt so good to let them air out now. Ogling his own hefty nuts had reminded Dalton of the strange app that Sam had downloaded onto is iPad. Dalton was determined to find a way to jailbreak this sucker for his own personal usage. Dalton walked back up to the entryway and scooped up the piled of clothes and his book bag before turning and heading back up to his room. Dalton unceremoniously dumped all of the clothes into the laundry bin, and dug out his tablet. Sure enough, the app was still there. Dalton opened it up and tried his best to figure out some way to bypass the security protocols. No matter what he tried, he could not gain access to the controls. He had hacked systems before, but this one was tougher than anything he had ever seen. It looked like there was no way around it. He would need to get in contact with the control specimen and hack the central controls directly. Dalton rubbed his eyes and looked around. He had been working at the app for a while. The sun was already beginning to set, but at least he gained a lot of insight into how these nanites operated.  For starters it seemed they operated on a psychic wavelength; there was a rudimentary consciousness connecting all the nanites into a sort of hive mind. Dalton didn’t know much about psychic powers and all that, but he had WiFi, which seemed to work well enough. Dalton checked the time stamp on his tablet. It was already six o’clock in the evening. He had a little time to spare and a lot of pent up frustration. Dalton minimized the app and started browsing through his sites. Wow. That video he had posted of Jack and Taylor was already getting thousands of hits. There was apparently a market for dudes which monstrously huge cocks going at it. Dalton was suddenly wished he had set that video up so that people had to pay to view it. Well, at least Dalton knew better for next time. Dalton already had plans for next time. Dalton opened up his new, untitled video file from this morning. If the people loved that last video, wait until they see this one. Dalton could get a good look at his backside on the screen. He had a fine ass and was proud of it, but that wasn’t why he was watching this. Looking past his glorious visage for a moment, he was able to see Sam. Sam was definitely the best looking guy he had met and that cock! It stretched on and on, down past Sam’s ankles. He had heard of people having third legs before, but Sam was something else. His third leg was bigger than his other two combined. Dalton absent mindedly stroked his raging hardon as he watched. Sam seemed confused, but kind of into it. Then Dalton heard his own voice. It sent chills down his spine. It sounded so distorted and dark, and it wasn’t just the bad speakers. The confusion on Sam’s face gave way to terror.   Dalton could feel a pit form in his stomach as he looked into those soulful eyes. It felt like Sam was staring directly at him, begging for him to stop. Dalton felt sick to his stomach. He wanted to scream at the guy who was being so cruel to his Sam, but horror set in as he realized that that was him in the video. He didn’t remember being so brutal, so violent, so cruel. The scene continued to play out in front of Dalton. He was no longer enjoying what he was seeing. Sam would occasionally stare into the camera and beg for release. Or maybe it was forgiveness? Dalton couldn’t be sure, but he couldn’t help but feel ashamed of what he had done. He watched Sam’s eyes travel the room; never once did they look up to meet the eyes of his attacker. Dalton had had enough. He couldn’t watch any more of this. He closed down the video and promptly deleted it. He was never going to show this to anyone. Partly because of how terrible it made him look, but he also felt genuinely sorry for Sam. He was not about to further hurt him by making such a video public. Dalton sat there trying to clear his head after what he had witnessed. It did not happen at all as he had remembered. This is why he didn’t like getting involved with other people. Sam had deserved what he had gotten for betraying him, right? So why did he feel so bad about it now? Well, great. Now Dalton had some nagging guilt issues and no sexy video to bank on. Oh well. It’s not like he needed some low quality video shot in a dark storeroom anyway. He had plenty of equipment in his room to make much better videos. He could release his own videos with him as the star. He might not have the perfect porn star body, but he was soon to have a cock that no one would be able to deny. People would be lining up and throwing money for a chance to glimpse his glorious dick. The more Dalton thought about it, the more porn star sounded like the perfect job for him. No emotional connection, just sex. All the sex. All the time. With as many people as he could get that could handle him. Just thinking about what it would be like to grow like Jake or Tyler or Sam got Dalton rock hard again. He wrapped a hand around his thick shaft and began pumping; all the while dreaming of what it would be like when one hand just wouldn’t do it. Soon two hands wouldn’t even be enough. Dalton would just continue to grow and grow. He would be sure to put it on cam. Everyone deserved to see this… for a price. That’s the thing about these kids. They didn’t understand the way the world worked. All they cared about was having fun and getting bigger, but there was so much more. This gift was wasted on them. It’s time they let someone who really knew how to use it take control. Dalton continued to pump away at his dick while he dreamt of the power that was soon to be his. He flopped back onto his bed and let his free hand work away at his hole. It was nice and loose from frequent use; so loose that Dalton slipped three fingers in without even needing to lube up. He had been ridden enough to know exactly where his g-spot was, and wasted no spot massaging it with his fingertips. Dalton loud moans of pleasure completely drowned out the beeping from the tablet lying on the bed beside him. Even if he hadn’t been moaning so loud, the chances of him registering the sound while so lost in his erotic fantasy were slim to none. Dalton continued to pump away at his thick shaft, oblivious to his surroundings. His hips bucked as he dug into his sweet spot and brought himself ever closer to the edge. Finally the cumulative physical and mental erotic pleasure became too much for him to hold back. He fired jet after jet of cum. The thick ropes of jizz arced through the air and splattered across his chest and his face. He came again and again, each shot just as powerful and thick as the last. The endless spray continued to coat his body and his blankets; some of the more powerful jets even splattered across the wall behind him. When his torrent finally subsided, Dalton was overwhelmed by a sense of contentment. He could never have imagined his balls could have felt so empty after his exposure. It didn’t last long, though. He could already feel them swelling up and refilling, but this just seemed to increase the pleasure of the afterglow. Dalton basked in the sensation as he ran his fingers through the thick spunk that coated his body. Once his fingers were nice and coated he would lift his fingers to his lips and lick them clean. He held the fresh spooge in his mouth for a moment; allowing the flavor to soak in before finally swallowing and scooping up more. He continued this until his jizz began to dry out. He would really need to shower before his date tonight. It was a date after all, maybe not a date with Sam, although that was the pretense, but tonight was definitely a date. Tonight was Dalton’s date with destiny. Dalton rolled over and with his clean hand poked at the tablet lying on his bed. There was another warning from his app. He had failed yet another attempt to wrest control of the nanites. The fact that he had not taken control was no surprise, although the error was a little unexpected since Dalton had been too busy jacking to do much hacking. He shrugged and dismissed the message and closed out the app. Had he waited just a moment longer he would have seen Sam’s measurements swelling astronomically. 

Chapter 41 - Geno-type pt. 4`

Sam needed a moment to collect his thoughts. The past few minutes had just been too surreal for him, and given all that had happened in the past few days, that is saying a lot. Sam was now wading through a pool of his own spunk that came up just a bit above his knees; the tip of his now fourteen inch dick skimmed the surface of the muck as it dangled down between his legs. Sam realized that fourteen inches should be huge by normal standards. A few days ago he would never have been able to even imagine what it would be like to be that well endowed, but now after all he had been through it felt so small. True, he had wanted to be a little smaller. Just a few minutes ago Sam had been riding atop his mountain sized nuts while his drill pierced the heavens. At the time, he had thought he would never be getting any smaller. It was terrifying, but also strangely exhilarating. He could honestly claim that for a few brief moments, he had the biggest cock the world had ever seen. Now it was all gone, and all he had to show for it was a lake sized crater full of cum. Although… if Sam got a hold of that tablet that Dalton was using, maybe he could reclaim some of his former glory. The thought of outgrowing the countryside was much more interesting to Sam now that he knew he could have a way back down afterwards. Sam wasn’t a big fan of the immobility part of the growth, but having cum as much as he just had was the most amazing sensation he had ever felt. He had just fired off enough cum to fill all the tanks in Sea World… Every Sea World… multiple times. At his penultimate size Sam’s cock had towered close to one thousand feet high, and that’s not even taking into account the extra couple of hundred feet from Sam sitting atop his absolutely gargantuan nuts. Sam could even feel the change in air temperature as the tip of his dick poked into layers of the atmosphere usually only inhabited by Swiss mountain goats and airliners. Sam looked down at his now reduced dick and had a brief moment of silence for his dear dwindled cock. He regretted not just listening to Dalton and enjoying his latest growth spurt. Sam could only imagine what it would have been like to blow and even greater load from a cock that would give Sears Tower an inadequacy complex. Sam watched Dalton as the other boy paced while poking away at the settings on his tablet. Dalton had had quite a bit of growth himself in the past few minutes. His already respectably large nuts had swollen up to the size of beach balls; the immense orbs dangling down past his knees and soaking in the pool of jizz. Dalton’s cock had always been incredibly thick, but now that it had grown exponentially in the past few minutes, the sheer girth of his cock was even more obvious. Dalton’s hefty shaft was easily as long as he was tall and twice as thick as his waist. It was easy to see how long Dalton’s cock was because, even though it was resting on the lakebed below, the topside of is enormous dong rose out above the cum like the head of a plus sized hippopotamus. It was an impressive growth spurt for his first time, but Sam realized it made some sense. Dalton had already been exposed to the nanites a couple of time before. They had just been lying dormant, waiting for the command to grow from the control core. Not only had Dalton’s nanites finally been given the command, but Dalton himself now had access to the controls. He could issue more growth commands whenever he felt like, and judging from the next round of swelling, Dalton felt like it right now. “Oh, that feels great. No wonder you let yourself go so much, Sammy Boy. I can only imagine how good it must feel at your size.” Dalton cooed as he rubbed his free hand along the top enormous shaft. “Well, former size.” Dalton corrected himself and chuckled a bit to himself. He was originally going to confront Jake and Tyler with his newfound power as soon as he got it, but this feeling was just too amazing to deny. Dalton took a quick look at back at Sam and could see that that lithe, black haired boy’s clean shaven rod was standing fully at attention. Someone else had enjoyed watching Dalton’s little growth spurt, it would appear.  Well, Sammy Boy had been well behaved for the past few minutes. It couldn’t hurt to give him a little reward for being such a good sport about this all. Dalton could make out the outline of Tyler and Jake up on the hill from where he was standing. They could wait. It’s not like they were going anywhere; especially not Tyler. There’s no way he could move with that giant tool strapped to him… but better to be on the safe side, Dalton figured as he slid a finger across the touch screen. That ought to give them plenty more to keep them occupied. Dalton then moved his finger down to the slider bar next to his name. Six feet was a really nice start, but the possibilities were endless. A dark smirk crossed Dalton’s face as the notion of outgrowing the neighboring city crossed his mind. He quickly dismissed it, though. He wasn’t really interested in using his newfound power to hurt others… but it was good to know the option was there if he ever had a need for it. Dalton casually poked at the slider bar a bit. Another six feet? That could be fun… but he could always do another six feet. He poked at the slider again. Already he could feel the warm tingle coursing through him. The pleasure coursing through his cock and balls was getting him hornier than ever. Fortunately, he had an apparently willing assistant.   Dalton’s beach ball sized nuts continued to inflate until they rested solidly on the ground at his feet and even then they kept growing. As his balls got more and more massive, they sank deeper and deeper into the muck at the bottom of the lake of jizz. Dalton’s balls finally stopped growing when the crest of his nuts reached right above his waist. Dalton’s enormous balls now dwarfed even the largest bean bag chairs, even the trendy hipster kind that were supposed to be used in place of loveseats. Dalton loved those chairs. He had a catalogue of them in his room, and he planned to decorate with them when he finally got his own place. Although, with his current measurements he could save a lot of money and have a lot more fun by getting some guys to come back to his place and grow their cocks to the point where they could be his furniture. Dalton felt that it would be the perfect arrangement. He would go out on the pull like usual, find some hot young stud to ride him hard, and then after Dalton had been plowed senseless, he would grow the guy’s dick into a king sized mattress and sleep on it for the night. If the guy pleased him enough, Dalton might even be persuaded to let him keep a few inches as a souvenir. Dalton might even be persuaded to keep some of them around for an extended stay. Having a bus sized cock felt so amazing, that he couldn’t help but think that some of them wouldn’t want to be shrunk back down after the night was over. Dalton could tell from the look on Sam’s face that Sam wasn’t too thrilled to be back among the mortals. Dalton was feeling generous, though. Maybe he’d keep Sammy Boy around as a permanent fixture in his bachelor pad. A dark smile crept across his face as he imagined it. Sammy Boy could be his prized piece of furniture. The boy’s beautiful cock would be Dalton’s favorite spot to bring the fresh meat in. Dalton and his nameless, nightly suitor would have rough, hot, loud sex atop Sammy Boy’s enormous cock while poor Sammy Boy could do nothing but watch as night after night, man after man, wrecked the cute ass that could have been his if he’d just been a little more faithful.  Dalton’s cock, now several times wider than his body, stretched out for almost twenty feet in front of him. Dalton’s now enormous shaft pointed upwards as he quickly reached a full hard on. Dalton was enamored with the giant pillar of man-meat before him. There was just so much glorious cock, and it was all his. He was ready to ramp up the growth even more. The bigger he got, the better it felt, but this would do for now, he decided. Part of being a mature and level-headed adult was being able to resist temptations like this. It would make the final payout that much more enjoyable. Delayed gratification is the fancy term for it, but he didn’t expect these children to understand such a concept. He would get bigger, though. That much was a scientific fact. He’d just have to find a better time and place. He knew when and where, too. Classes were already out at the local college, and so it was non-stop partying up on frat boy row. Dalton could hardly wait to pay a visit to that large open courtyard in the middle of all those frat houses. All those drunk and horny frat boys wouldn’t be able to ignore the colossus that was sitting right outside their doorstep. They were all the same. Perfectly straight until the third round of beer pong, and then they’d bang anything with two legs… or even three in this case. Dalton would fill the entire courtyard with his gigantic, supple nuts. The only way out those drunk and horny college jocks would have is if they climbed out the windows onto his huge, spongy balls. Once they were there, Dalton would let the booze and hormones do the rest. Dozens and dozens of frat jocks, crawling over every inch of his magnificent sack. The few that managed to climb up to him would be welcome to fill whatever hole they happened to find unoccupied. Then Dalton would cum. He would flood that section of town with his spunk. All the frat boys would be soaked to the bone in his alien enhanced jizz giving Dalton control over their cocks and by extension, them. Those that served him well would be rewarded beyond their wildest dreams, but those that defied him wouldn’t be able to even please a gnat with their tiny dicks. Dalton knew enough about college dudes to know that none would dare defy him. Even the straightest of those jocks would go ankles to ears for a little tyrant, rather than live in perpetual shame. Not that Dalton was a tyrant. No, if anything Dalton knew he would be a god to these men; a fair but harsh god who demanded nothing but obedience and service.  Dalton slipped the tablet into the bag he still had slung over his shoulder. He was going to need both hands for this, and even then that wouldn’t be enough. Dalton stretched his arms as wide as they would go and rubbed his glorious spire everywhere he could reach. He even leaned in and licked at Sam’s residual cum that his rod was thoroughly coated in. humongous dribbles of pre rolled down his shaft and completely coated him. Dalton was so close to blowing his load. It was official; he needed a cock inside him. Even the cock of his cheating, would be boyfriend. Dalton leaned forward and hopped up onto his balls. The change in position caused his massive rod to splash down into the frothy lake like redwood that was unfortunate enough to be between Earl Sinclair and his lunch. The impact caused waves of spooge to splash into Sam and lap at the edges of the crater. Dalton was bent over his own humongous nuts. His toes could no longer even reach the bottom of the pond, but it was fine; he could easily shrink himself back down after he had been reamed to satisfaction. “You’re awfully quiet back there, Sammy Boy. Enjoying the show?” Dalton called back to his silent audience in a teasing tone. Sam’s impressive staff was standing completely erect; the tip reaching up to his chest. Sam was definitely aroused by the erotic show that Dalton was giving him, but he also was very worried. Sam, more than anyone, knew just how capricious and violent Dalton could be, and Sam had just inadvertently given the unstable teen near godlike powers. Sam knew that he somehow had to get the controls away from Dalton. Fortunately, Dalton seemed more interested in enjoying himself, than in guarding the tablet. “Come on, Sammy Boy. I know you want this almost as much as I do.” Dalton continued to goad Sam on. Dalton was now riding his balls with his ass waving provocatively in the air as he played with his cheeks; rolling the supple mass and alternating between squeezing and spreading them wide to give Sam a clear view of is eager hole. “Come on up. There’s plenty of room.” Dalton called back seductively as he slipped two fingers into his nice and loose pucker. Sam was trying to devise a strategy for extracting the tablet from that grey messenger bag that Dalton was still wearing, but he was having too much difficulty pulling his eyes away from that fantastic ass. The way Dalton was cooing and playing with his already stretched hole was just getting Sam too worked up to think. Sam decided that his best course of action was to try and sneak the tablet while he mercilessly plowed Dalton’s fine ass. In Sam’s sex addled mind, this seemed like the best course of action. Dalton should be thoroughly distracted while Sam wrecked his already well worn hole, and Sam could really stand to get his rocks off right about now. Sam climbed up next to Dalton atop the sandy brown haired boy’s monumental nuts. Dalton turned to look at Sam and smiled. The smile caught Sam completely off guard. Dalton had been so cold and distant all day, but now Dalton seemed genuinely happy to see him. Sam’s heart skipped a beat as he stared into the other boy’s grey eyes. Sam started remembering how great everything had been on their first day. Sam still couldn’t believe or even really comprehend the complete change that Dalton had undergone since the previous afternoon. Dalton smiled in spite himself as Sam climbed up beside him. Sam really was beautiful. Dalton had known this for a long time. He loved the way the boy’s thick black framed glasses meshed with his equally black hair. Sam’s hair would normally be styled wit a bit of an emo flair, but the recent cum showers had plastered the boy’s black hair flat on his head. It looked a little silly, yet somehow Sam was still able to rock the look. Dalton remembered how badly he had fallen for Sam. It felt like ages ago now, but it had really been just yesterday. Dalton hated that he still had feelings for Sam, especially after the raven haired beauty had cheated on him. Dalton leaned in for a kiss, and Sam met him half way. It was nice. Not amazing, but nice. It lacked the passion of the day before. Sam seemed distant, and Dalton himself was too hesitant to really let himself go and just enjoy it. He still had feelings for Sam, sure, but that didn’t mean he was going to trust the guy. Sam still had a pretty bad track record. Sam broke away from Dalton’s kiss and was ready to get to work. It was going to be awkward to try and get a good angle for plowing Dalton’s nice round ass with their current positioning, though. Dalton’s balls were plenty huge enough for them both to sit up there, but Dalton’s current position left no room for Sam to get around behind him. Dalton was already well aware of the poor positioning. He just needed Sam to get up there with him before he really got the balls rolling. Dalton gave Sam a sly smirk as he reached into his bag and pulled out the tablet “Going up.” He said jokingly. Dalton tapped the slider and slid it much farther this time than he had before and then slipped the flat computer back into his bag. Sam could feel the change immediately. Dalton’s already huge orbs were expanding rapidly in all directions. It should come as no surprise that his cock was expanding just as rapidly. Sam watched in awe as Dalton’s already humongous dick got thicker and longer before his eyes. Sam was already hard before this little show, but now he was positively rigid. Dalton had always had an amazing cock. Even before his growth it was an impressive eight inches and incredibly thick. It was almost a shame that Dalton was such a power bottom, but his ass was just as amazing as his cock. When the growth finally stopped Sam looked around and took stock of his surroundings. They had to be at least thirty feet off the ground, but despite the immense new size of Dalton’s colossal cum factories, they didn’t even fill a quarter of the crater left by Sam’s balls when he was at his greatest. Sam felt an odd sense of pride at this realization. Dalton’s amazingly long cock hadn’t quite reached the other side of the crater yet, either. Sam’s previous size was so vast that the indentation left from it could still completely encompass all of Dalton’s new size. There was definitely plenty of room to move around now, though. The vast expanse of Dalton’s nuts gave Sam plenty of room to stand up and walk around. Sam crawled over to where Dalton was. Sure, Sam could walk around, but he still wasn’t too keen on heights and preferred the stability of being on all fours. Besides, the ground was so soft and spongy that it made it hard to steady himself. When Sam was finally in position he leaned in close and hugged Dalton from behind as he kissed the nape of the other boy’s neck. Sam maneuvered himself so that his rigid shaft nestled between Dalton’s sexy, round mounds and rocked his hips back and forth. If Sam was going to do this he was going to do it right. The last thing he needed was for Dalton to catch on that Sam was up to something. Judging from the moans of pleasure from Dalton, Sam figured he must be doing a pretty good job. “Damn, Sammy Boy. All that time you have been spending with Tyler has really done you some good.” Sam continued to thrust his dick along the Dalton’s fuzzy crevasse. A steady stream of pre was trickling down Sam’s cock and spilling into the valley of Dalton’s beautiful cheeks providing some natural lubrication. Sam would have preferred to have had some actual lube instead, but this would work for now. Once he felt like Dalton’s hole was good and ready Sam  scooted back enough that he could aim the tip of his now fourteen inch long cock straight at the entrance of Dalton’s eager rear hatch. Dalton let out a loud moan of pleasure as Sam slowly slid the entire length of his impressive shaft deep inside of him. Once in, Sam quickly settled into a steady rhythm of thrusting in and out of the other boy. Dalton’s continual moans and shudders of delight helped to spur Sam on. Sam was getting so caught up in the lovemaking that he almost forgot his original intent. Almost. As Sam wrecked Dalton’s hole he made sure to give the boy plenty of stimulation elsewhere as well; kissing his neck, rubbing his belly, playing with his nipples. All with the intent of getting Dalton so lost in sex that he wouldn’t realize Sam casually slipping the tablet out of the grey bag that was swaying along with the colossal lovemaking. Sam seemed to be doing a great job at it. He would occasionally slip a hand away from Dalton and work at the buttons on the large out flap; never for more than a few seconds though. He needed Dalton to not catch on that something was up. Slowly and carefully, Sam would slide a hand over and pop open another button.  Soon the flap was open and Sam was able to slide his hand inside. He could feel the tablet. All he had to do was slide it out of the case without alerting his eager bottom. Sam grabbed a hold of the small pc, but a wave of pleasure rocked his entire body as he tried to stealthily extract it. Shit, he had forgotten how great Dalton is at being an active bottom. Sam had begun to slow down as he focused more and more on trying to swipe the contents of the bag. Sam could barely even keep his eyes open the pleasure was so great. Dalton was really getting into it. He began rocking his hips in time with Sam’s thrusts, but he knew he could do so much better. He decided to step up his game and really milk that glorious cock for all it’s worth. Dalton got into a system of clenching up as Sam pulled out and then loosening up as Sam thrust back in. He could tell it was doing its job because he could feel Sam shuddering deep inside of him. The awkward change in tempo of Sam’s thrusts let Dalton know that the thinner boy was getting weak in the knees and having trouble keeping it together.   Dalton was enjoying this. He had forgotten just how amazing it was to have Sam’s fourteen inches deep inside him. Sam’s cock may be a little on the skinny side, but when it’s that big it doesn’t matter. Sam’s cock was still the thickest one Dalton had ever taken, but the thing is, Dalton had taken it before. It no longer stretched him out as much as it had the day before. It would take even more for him to be satisfied, and Dalton would be satisfied. After all, he had the power to make Sam as big as he needed to be. Sam froze as he felt Dalton’s and brush against his inside of the bag. For a brief second he thought that he had been busted, but instead Dalton just pulled the tablet out. Sam slowly relaxed as he realized that there was no noticeable difference in Dalton’s demeanor. If he had noticed Sam’s hand in his bag, he hadn’t made it obvious to Sam. Dalton wasn’t too surprised to find out that Sam had been trying to steal the tablet. He was a little hurt, sure, but it seems that betraying him is what Sam was best at. It’s not like Sam could have really done anything even if he had taken the tablet. Dalton knew enough about Sam to know that the boy did not have the balls to really do what it took in order to keep it. Dalton could easily take it back before Sam could even unlock the screen. That’s not to say that Dalton wasn’t already making plans on how to punish his treasonous paramour, but Dalton was enjoying the sex too much to really worry about that yet. Dalton placed the tablet atop the vast expanse of cock shaft that stretched out before him. He was able to keep enough of his wits together to focus long enough to unlock the tablet between thrusts. Man, being drilled like this was really amazing, and soon to be even better. Dalton highlighted the slider for Sam and slowly upped the boy’s size. Dalton gasped in shock as Sam’s dick enlarged inside of him. Even just a boost of one inch was easily noticeable to Dalton. This was already the largest dick he had ever taken, and just the slightest increase in length and girth stretched him out even further than he had ever been before. Dalton caught his breathe and tried to steady himself. He was so close to blowing his load across the countryside right then and there, but he wanted even more. He eased off of Sam’s cock a little bit and allowed himself to come down off the edge and catch his breath. He had already stretched out enough to handle the extra inch inside of him. It was time to take it up a notch again. Again Dalton poked at the slider a little bit. He wanted more, but even in his lust addled mind, he realized that letting Sam grow unchecked inside of him might end up being very painful. Dalton added another inch to Sam. In his lust he knew even that wouldn’t be enough, and so he added another two on top of that. Dalton braced himself in preparation for the most epic reaming he had ever had, and he was not disappointed. Sam could feel Dalton getting even tighter. It was amazing. Dalton was already making it hard for Sam not to just nut inside him, but now that Dalton was getting tighter by the second there was no way he could hold out any longer. Sam had hoped he would be able to hold out until Dalton blew his load. Judging by the spasms of Dalton’s enormous cock and the shudders pulsing through Dalton’s monolithic balls, Sam had figured that he would be blowing at any second now. Dalton had proved to be surprisingly resilient in this regard. Sam knew he had no hope of holding it in any longer and collapsed on to of Dalton has he unloaded his hot, gooey spunk inside of the other boy. Dalton could feel the warm jizz flooding his corridors. He loved this part. He loved being filled to the brim with as much spooge as he could handle, and today he wasn’t going to let even on drop get away. Dalton made an effort to carefully slide the Sam’s controller. He wanted to get Sam large enough to completely plug him up, but Dalton was too close to his limit now. He made one last ditch effort to add some inches onto Sam, but right as he placed his finger on the slider he completely lost it. Dalton’s elbows gave out. He flopped onto his chest like a rag doll as the most explosive orgasm he had ever encountered rocked him to his very soul. According to his app, he was sitting at well over one hundred feet in length and every inch of that one hundred foot long tube was full of white hot gushing jizz. His gigantic balls were seizing up under him as they pumped hundreds upon hundreds of gallons of cum out into the crater. Dalton could no longer see or think. His mind was completely lost to the soul shattering euphoria. Dalton was only marginally aware of the pain from his rear. He was getting stretched tighter and tighter by the second. Sam’s cock was steadily growing inside of him. Dalton couldn’t tell by how much. He couldn’t see the app anymore, and he had no way of knowing jus how far he had accidentally slid the slider when his arms had given out. The pleasure far outweighed the pain, though. Dalton could still Sam’s ceaseless torrent of spooge flooding every inch of him. He had long since run out of room in the miles and miles of tubing inside of him, and the excess had begun to spill into his stomach. Dalton’s belly protruded and distended as his stomach swelled up like a balloon. He went from having a small paunch to looking like he had a beach ball underneath the tightly stretched skin of his belly. Dalton could feel Sam’s cock still steadily growing inside of him. He could not stretch out enough to even allow a small dribble of cum to slip out of his ass. Instead he continued to be filled with more and more of Sam’s spunk. Soon even his belly had reached capacity. Dalton could feel the spooge slowly working his way up his throat. Soon he could even taste Sam’s jizz in his mouth. Globs of Sam’s cum oozed out of Dalton’s mouth and onto the vast expanse of cock that spread out before him. When Sam’s torrent of jizz finally began to slow down, Dalton was able to sneak in a few labored breaths. His mouth was still full of the cum that had traveled through his entire body, but at least he was able to breathe through his nose if he was careful. Sam passed out on top of Dalton after he finished blowing his load inside of the other boy. What little bit of rational thought that Sam could must told him that he his cock was still firmly embedded deep inside of Dalton’s ass, even though Sam was now almost completely soft. Sam could see the app lying a few feet in front of where Dalton had collapsed, but Sam was unable to move. His dick was buried to the hilt and it was stuck in there so tight that he couldn’t even hope to pull out. Dalton could no longer think. His mind had turned off leaving him with nothing but afterglow. He had no way of telling how much he had just cum, or how much Sam had cum within him, but it had to be a lot. Dalton grinned as he rubbed his distended belly; more cum dribbled out the side of his mouth. He couldn’t believe that anyone had ever been filled quite as much as he had, and he doubted anyone would be ever again. Dalton just laid there for a few minutes until the haze finally lifted from him. He had had his fun. Now it was time for him to actually get to work. He still had to deal with those other two kids. They needed to learn who was really in control here. Dalton reached for the control pad. It was just barely out of his reach. He would have to pull himself over to it, but with Sam on top of him, this was going to be slow going. Dalton pulled himself forward a few inches. His ass hurt like hell, but still felt amazing. He couldn’t believe that Sam was still completely plugging him up. He could feel that monstrous dick flopping around inside him as he moved. Dalton was almost going to be sad when he shrunk Sam down enough that the other boy could pull out. Dalton made another grab for the pad. This time he easily snagged it and pulled it towards him. He gave a soft whistle of surprise as he read the stats. He had well over two feet of thick cock shoved deep inside of him. Maybe some other time he could try taking even more than that, but for now he needed his freedom. Dalton slid the dial back a bit for Sam; returning the black haired boy back to his fourteen inch glory. Sam’s dick slid out of the gaping wreckage of Dalton’s ass along with a wave of pent up jizz. All that spunk sliding out of him felt amazing. Dalton made a note to let other guys fill him up like that in the future. He might even invest in some plugs so he could have gallons of jizz sloshing around inside of him all day long. With Sam down to a more reasonable size, Dalton turned down the dial on himself, too. His colossal balls and his leviathan of a cock rapidly dwindled to almost normal proportions. Dalton was prepared for the rapid deflation, and deftly landed on his feet. Sam, on the other hand, landed awkwardly and flopped back into the now much deeper lake of cum. Sam quickly staggered to his feet and found that the water level had more than doubled. It was now well past his waist. It was almost impossible to tell that both of them were stark naked with all the creamy white liquid obscuring the view of their naughty bits. Dalton was enjoying the waist deep bog of warm spunk. It was soothing on his sore and ravaged hole. It also did wonders in keeping his insides flooded with the pleasant juices. Dalton turned around to face Sam and noticed the thinner boy’s look of shock as he stared in awe at Dalton’s distended belly. Dalton just smirked and rubbed his belly. “It’s a boy. You’re going to be a daddy.” Sam just stared dumbfounded. His mind was still struggling to comprehend all tat had just happened, and now this. Dalton wasn’t really pregnant was he? That’s impossible, right? Then again, so are two hundred foot cocks… Sam soon got his answer as Dalton busted out laughing. Dalton was unable to speak for a few minutes as he roared with laugher. He would occasionally stifle it long enough to make a dazed dumbfounded expression and point at Sam then continue roaring. “Relax Sammy Boy. Dudes getting knocked up is still outside the realm of possibility. As far as I know, anyway.” Dalton began pacing in the waist deep muck as he thought out loud. “Now, that was fun and all, but I have some business to attend to with your friends over there.” Sam could see that Dalton was barely holding onto the tablet as he walked. His grip was so loose that Sam thought he could easily lean over and pluck it right out of his hands. Dalton seemed so oblivious to Sam as he paraded around, surely Sam could take this chance to get the pad and set things right. Sam decided to go for it as Dalton’s path crossed close to him, but the second Sam made a leap for it, Dalton was already on the move. Sam was surprised by the speed at which Dalton reacted, but it wasn’t a reaction. Not really. Dalton had predicted Sam’s gambit the whole time. He knew the exact second Sam would make a dive for it, and was already in position to counter. With a quick flick of his finger, Dalton thwarted Sam’s last ditch heroics. Sam wasn’t sure what was going on. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion as he fell. That’s right. Fell. Not jumped like he intended. Something had blocked his path and now he was tumbling forward. Sam stared at Dalton’s superior grin as he crashed face first into the stagnant jizz. Guys like to joke about how their dick is so big that they often trip over it. Sam just learned firsthand that it is not actually as fun as one was led to believe. He had been set up from the beginning. The second he had made a move on the tablet Dalton had spiked Sam’s growth into overdrive, and Sam had literally tripped over his own dick. Sam managed to prop himself up on his enlarged member enough to get his head above the spunk. He could barely see through all the jizz that covered his glasses, but he could tell that Dalton was gloating. “Curse your inevitable but sudden betrayal!” Dalton exclaimed overly dramatically. It was obvious he was being sarcastic. A pit formed in Sam’s stomach as he saw the malicious glint in Dalton eyes. Dalton had once again gone grimdark, and that was never a good sign for anyone involved. Dalton shoved Sam’s head back under the murk for a second and then pulled him back up by his hair. Dalton leaned down and looked Sam in the eyes and coolly remarked. “Now get up. We have business to attend to.” 

Chapter 43 - Geno-type pt. 43

Jake could feel himself falling. Maybe falling wasn’t the right word, but Jake couldn’t think of any better way to describe the feeling. He was still lying atop his colossal nuts, but the ground below him seemed to be getting closer by the second. Jake gasped in shock when he realized what was happening. His dick was getting smaller by the second. All of his hard work was evaporating out from under him. Jake tilted his head up to get a look at his dwindling shaft. It even looked like it was evaporating; the air around it seemed to shimmer like a mirage.             Jake was on the verge of panic. He had come too far to be normal again. His house sized cock made him special. He no longer blended into the crowd like the good little worker bee he had spent his whole life trying to be. He was to be the biggest. He was to be the best, but now that dream was fading out from under him.             Truth be told, Jake wasn’t a fan of the whole immobility part of having a mountain sized wang, but it had a certain allure to it. He had spent his entire life hiding who he was from everyone he knew. Coming out to his friend had been so liberating, and then this had happened. As Jake got bigger and bigger it became impossible to hide. People stared. At first Jake was worried and even a little embarrassed, but he grew to like it. Let them stare. Let them make snide comments when they thought he couldn’t hear them. They didn’t matter anymore. They were insignificant to him; tiny specs beneath his ever expanding cock. He would never have to be afraid of them ever again.             But now he was losing the one thing that had set him apart from everyone else. Jake didn’t know what to do. He pleaded with his dick to stop shrinking. He begged whoever might be listening to help him. Jake could feel something happening. It started out small, just a small spark in the back of his mind, but quickly spread until his entire brain felt like it was raging with a cold fire. His shrinking abruptly ground to a halt. Jake breathed a sigh of relief. He was still much smaller than he had been, but at least now he had stopped dwindling.             Jake's cock had stopped shrinking at about eight feet long. It was still huge by any rational standards. It was still longer than his body and wide enough for him to easily rest atop it like a twin sized bed, but it was nowhere near the mountain of cock Jake had had just a minute ago. His new measurements even paled in comparison to what he had accepted as his “small” size. Jake’s new position gave him a clear view of the new arrivals. Dalton was walking slowly towards Jake while staring intently at his tablet and poking at the screen. “Odd…” Dalton muttered to himself as he continued to try to fiddle with the slider on his screen. He couldn’t figure out why the slider would not go down any lower than it already had. Sam was following sheepishly behind Dalton. His slower gait was caused by a combination of trepidation and shame and the weight of his own huge wang. Sam’s four footer was slung awkwardly over his shoulder and his huge beach ball sized nuts scraped the ground as he stumbled along. Sam was now worried about what Dalton was capable of. There was a strange sort of twisted genius at work underneath that shaggy mop of sandy brown hair. Dalton looked up from his tablet as once he got within a few feet of Jake’s humongous dick and he looked up and smiled at Jake. The smile caused Jake’s stomach to turn. There was something about Dalton that just made Jake’s hairs stand on end. He seemed nice enough in general, but he always had this smug air of superiority to him. Dalton’s smugness was almost the polar opposite of Tyler’s. Tyler’s cocky attitude was cute and endearing; everyone knew that Tyler was genuinely a nice guy who was just a bit of a showoff. On the other hand, Dalton was just, well… douchey. He seemed to have this notion that he was morally superior to anyone he met. His pathological infallibility was one of the things that insured that he had no really close friends. People could tolerate him in small doses, but he could quickly grate on your nerves. Jake and Dalton had a bit of a history. Every time they met Dalton seemed to make a game of trying to get into Jake’s pants. Dalton did that with pretty much every guy he met, but it was a little different with Jake. It had all started about a year or so ago at one of their mutual friend’s birthday parties. Jake had been awkwardly hanging out in the corner while Tyler showboated his way around like the social butterfly he was. Dalton was also making his rounds in the crowd trying to score a quickie or three with any of the gay, bi, or curious guys he could find. There were plenty of sexual repressed teenagers at these functions and the fact that there was not so secretly a fair amount of under-aged drinking going on always seemed to result in Dalton getting drilled at least once during the course of the night. Jake had been pondering what it would be like to actually have a go with Dalton that night. Jake had already accepted that he was batting for the other team, but still too afraid to admit it openly. Having a go with Dalton would have been the theoretically perfect means of trying it out. It was commonly accepted that going a round with Dalton wasn’t technically considered gay. There was plenty of booze and he was a willing hole, and besides, it seemed like half the guys in school in school had had their way with him.                        Jake let his mind wander as it tends to do. He wondered what it would be like. Would Dalton be as hung as the rumors suggested? The reports were a bit mixed here. Some of the “straight” guys would always boast about how much bigger they were than that little fag. They claimed that bottoming suited him well, but the openly gay crowd would lament how big of a shame that that glorious cock was wasted on a bottom. Jake tried to imagine what Dalton’s cock looked like. It wasn’t too hard to do with the outline of Dalton’s thick meat easily visible through his skin tight khakis. The pants really accentuated his best features. Jake’s eyes kept drifting back and forth between that thick package and that amazing ass. It was a shame about Dalton’s personality or he would actually be quite the catch. Jake must have been staring too hard because when his eyes eventually pulled themselves away from the thick contours of Dalton’s dick, he realized that Dalton was walking straight towards him with a predatory gleam in his eyes. Jake quickly tried to act like he wasn’t checking Dalton out, but Dalton wasn’t about to let him go so easy. “Hey, sexy. Like what ya see?” Dalton cooed as he brushed up against Jake; Dalton’s hand slipped down low and caressed Jake’s throbbing erection. Jake’s cover was officially blown. Jake was actually seriously considering throwing caution to the wind and plowing Dalton right then and there. None of the other people at the party would care. It was the perfect chance… but Jake just couldn’t shake the thought that maybe, somehow, word of this would reach his parents. He didn’t know how, but he knew they would find out. Then he would either have to come out or try and play it off as having just been drunk. Somehow neither option seemed like a good idea. If he played drunk he would lose his car, but if he came out he could lose his home. Jake’s overactive nerves and ability to come to the worst conclusion made short work of his boner. He pushed Dalton off as politely as he could in the situation while stammering “Really. I can’t. I mean. I’m not interested. I’ve got to go. Sorry.” Surprisingly enough, Dalton let Jake get away, but the look in his eyes told Jake that this was just the beginning of their little game. Sure enough, Dalton made an effort to go out of his way to flirt with Jake at every subsequent event. Jake somehow always managed to be looking at Dalton at the perfect moments. Like Dalton would somehow manage to be stretching at the right moment so that Jake would get to see the entirety of his treasure trail and a little tuft of pubes rising out of low cut of his pants, or Dalton would need to bend over at the exact moment for Jake to get a perfect view of his amazing ass. Every time Dalton did something like this he would flash Jake a sultry grin; his eyes sparkled behind his round frames with the predatory glint of a cat chasing its favorite toy. It had become a bit of a sport to Dalton. He just loved making Jake squirm. Now Dalton was approaching Jake with that same self satisfied look on his face. He had Jake exactly where he wanted him. Jake was having trouble pulling his eyes away from that fantastic cock swinging between Dalton’s legs. It was amazing as far as rationally proportioned cocks go. Jake could definitely see how Dalton got his reputation. Dalton could tell that Jake was checking out his equipment and smiled even broader. “Like what you see, Jack? Twelve inches. Long considered to be the holy grail of size queens everywhere. Although, I suppose it must seem pretty small to someone like yourself.” Dalton patted the side of Jake’s massive cock for emphasis as he spoke. Dalton then turned around and leaned back against the side of Jake’s enormous dick and gestured off into the distance. “Although I suppose even yours must seem tiny to something like that.” Jake turned his head so he could follow Dalton’s gaze. Dalton was right. Tyler’s dick was absolutely colossal compared to both of them. They were staring down the head of the behemoth. The slit stretched hundreds and hundreds of feet up into the air. It was hard for them to tell really just how big it was because the cock vanished into the darkness of the night before they could even see the top. Jake couldn’t help but gawk at the leviathan. All that size should have been his, but here he was reduced down to such meager measurements. Tyler’s cock was so huge that Jake could easily take up residence inside of it. It would be a nice shelter from the elements, and it would give Jake a front row seat to any waves of cum that might come rocketing out of that geyser. That would be fine with Jake. After they figure out how to turn Tyler’s growth powers back on, Jake would need lots and lots of cum to get him back up to fighting weight. Dalton on the other hand, still had the same smug expression on his face. “Seems a little excessive, don’t you think?” Dalton said thoughtfully. “Can’t even move like that. Can’t be with his friends. Can’t do anything but lay there and cum. Hardly a way to live, don’t you agree? Why don’t we help him out.” Dalton’s grin spread wider and his lips parted, flashing his neat rows of shiny, white teeth. The Cheshire Cat grin gave Jake the willies. Jake looked at Dalton and tilted his head a bit in confusion. What was he babbling on about? Help him? With what? How? Jake was vaguely aware of some movement off to the side where Tyler was and so he turned to look. What he saw took him by surprise. Tyler’s giant cock was shrinking fast! The air around it seemed to shimmer and shine as the vast amount of mass dissipated. Down and down Tyler’s cock shrank. What once rivaled the largest structures in the world was soon the length of a train, and then the length of a submarine. It continued to shrink as Jake watched on in helpless shock. Soon the entirety of the fallen giant was swallowed by the darkness. Jake and Dalton continued to wait in silence until Tyler finally staggered towards them out of the darkness. Jake couldn’t tell how big Tyler’s cock was anymore, in fact, he couldn’t see it at all. Tyler was able to cover his shame with just his left hand.             “And here’s the man of the hour himself.” Dalton introduced Tyler dramatically. As Tyler trudged closer, Jake could see that his cheeks were flush with embarrassment. Dalton gave a mocking whistle of awe as Tyler got close. With a smug smile a nod Dalton spoke to Tyler. “Check out those factory defaults. Four and a half inches? It’s no wonder you wanted this power.”             Tyler turned another shade of red, but this time out of anger. He didn’t know who this douchebag was, but he was somehow responsible for Tyler losing everything. Tyler balled his free hand into a fist and prepared to smack that cocky smile clean off his tooly face, but he froze in his tracks as he felt another tingling down below.             Dalton made a quick poke on his pad and then held up his hands in a motion to placate the angry young athlete. “Woah, woah, hold on there. I’m on your side. You should be happy. After all, I just saved you from a lifetime of being stuck as a small spec on that bulbous mass you call a cock.” Dalton seemed amiable enough, but then his voice darkened. There was an obvious menacing tone in his next statement. “And it’s in your best interest to stay on my good side.” Dalton nodded towards Tyler’s covered dick.             Tyler could feel his stomach churning, but he had to see for himself. He tilted his hand back enough so that he could see the remnants of his once proud dick. He was hung like a squirrel. His twig and berries were downgraded a sprig of holly. His dick probably wouldn’t even cap out at two inches fully hard. Tyler’s heart sank, and he lowered his fist in defeat.             “I knew you’d see things my way.” Dalton beamed smugly as he looked at Tyler. Dalton was completely sure in his victory, and Tyler could do nothing but sulk dejectedly. “Now don’t look at me like a kicked puppy. I’ll tell you what. I’ll even sweeten the pot.” Dalton made a quick poke or two at his tablet, and almost instantly Tyler could feel his cock growing again. Tyler looked down and saw that his dick had indeed grown some. Not a lot, but definitely better than what he used to have. “Seven inches.” Dalton confirmed. “See? It pays to play nice. You be good to me and I can be very good to you.” Dalton started off sounding cheery, but his voice darkened again. “But don’t even think about trying to steal my pad. I’d hate to think of what would happen if this were to somehow break after I had already managed to delete that little tadger of yours.”  

Chapter 47 - Geno-type pt. 47

Tyler staggered the last few feet to finally reach Jake. Jake was still too lost in the throes of his growth to even comprehend anything that was going on around him. Tyler let out a sigh of mixed relief and exhaustion and flopped down next to his lover. The muscular blonde was too tired to try and wake Jake yet, and besides, the brown haired beauty had wanted this for so long; Tyler felt that he could let Jake have a little more fun before being snapped back to reality.  Tyler rested his head against Jake’s shoulder, and the two of them lay like that while Tyler caught his breath and let his weary muscles recover at least a little from their harrowing ordeal. As the shorter boy nestled up against his tall lover, he could see Dalton still scurrying away in the distance. The shaggy hipster was so far away that he looked like a small spec on the horizon. Tyler chuckled to himself as he thought about how comical it looked. The awkward shifting path that Dalton was staggering off in made his retreat look like something out of an old cartoon; in fact, Tyler could swear he heard the Merry Melodies theme playing as Dalton disappeared into the horizon.       Tyler smirked a little as he thought about it. Jake had grown so large that he couldn’t even see the other end of it. Jake’s member continued on in front of them for what seemed like forever. There was no denying it. Jake was huge. There was no easy way to judge just how huge, but Tyler’s ears were popping from the gradual change in altitude. The air was beginning to thin out a bit which just served to make it take even longer for Tyler to catch his breath.       It was beginning to get really cold where they were, and Tyler was completely naked. He flung an arm over Jake’s shoulder and pulled his boyfriend in closer to try and snuggle up and share some warmth but it wasn’t helping to warm him up much. The shrinkage had already set in for Tyler. He would have preferred it if this had happened earlier when he was having to drag all that junk along with him, but Tyler was glad to be a bit smaller in the front now. It made it a lot easier for him to cuddle up closer to Jake.  A thought crossed Tyler’s mind as he shivered from the cold. What if Jake had experienced a bit of shrinkage while he had been growing? What if the monolithic mass of cock sprawled out for what seemed like miles was just a fraction of Jake’s true size now. Tyler felt another shiver run down his spine, but maybe the rain, wasn’t really to blame.    Tyler figured it was probably time to stop letting sleeping dongs lie. Using his free hand, Tyler poked Jake’s cheek. “Yo. Wake up!” Jake showed no sign of waking up, or any sign of even noticing being poked for that matter. Jake had always been a sound sleeper, though, so this was not really unexpected. Tyler pushed his finger into Jake’s cheek harder and twisted back and forth. Tyler had used this method to wake Jake up many timed before, and indeed, it was showing signs of working. Jake let out a low groan and absent mindedly swatted away Tyler’s hand.       This poking method was actually not Tyler’s favorite wake up routine. He far preferred to grab Jake’s ankles and drag him out of bed like Mario tossing Bowser, but seeing as Jake was physically attached to the floating continent of cock they were riding, that option seemed a little far flung.       Seeing a reaction from Jake just spurred Tyler on. He began poking his boyfriend’s cheek rapidly while he continued to chant “wakeupwakeupwakeupwakup!” Jake’s eyes fluttered open as he made a grab for Tyler’s hand. His movement was sluggish and awkward, but he managed to grab a hold of Tyler’s hand. This was mostly due to Tyler intentionally maneuvering his hand into Jake’s line of fire rather than any secret blind monk skills Jake may or may not have.       Tyler could see that even though Jake’s eyes were open, the tall boy wouldn’t really classify as being awake; Jake was still completely out of it. Jake’s glowing blue eyes looked roughly in Tyler’s direction but showed no sign of recognition. Jake’ trance seemed to be a bit more than your average afternoon power coma and would take even more to snap him out of it. Tyler had already planned on this though, which is why he let Jake catch him.       Tyler twisted his hand around that was caught in Jake’s loose grasp, and quickly turned the tables. Tyler now had a firm grasp of Jake’s wrist and yanked it towards him. The momentum dragged the rest of Jake’s body towards him. In one deft movement Tyler slid in closer and pulled Jake in for a long passionate kiss smack on the lips. Jake’s eyes widened in shock and the electric blue haze lifted from his eyes.       Jake was confused. He didn’t know where he was or what he was doing. He was twisted in a really awkward position, and wherever he was it cold as balls. It seemed like really good weather to wear a jacket or, well, anything for that matter. At least whatever the soft surface he was lying on was nice and warm. The fog from his eyes seemed to clear and he could see again. He was face to face with Tyler; quite literally, actually. He could feel his muscular little blonde lover’s lips pressed right up against his, but he had no memory of how he had gotten there. Jake decided to not worry over the details, though. If he was with Tyler then he knew he was safe. Jake relaxed and returned the kiss.      A few minutes later, Tyler finally broke the embrace and smiled at Jake. “Welcome back, cutey.” Tyler said as he somehow managed to smile even wider.       Jake looked completely bewildered. “Welcome back? Where was I?” Jake asked, obviously still completely clueless as to what had been happening around him.      “Beyond infinity.” Tyler replied in as cheesy a voice as he could muster. Then his voice returned to normal as he continued, “Well, maybe not that big yet, but you sure got close.” Tyler nodded to the vast expanse of cock the spread out in all directions.       Jake gasped in shock and awe. “Is this all mine?” Jake looked around to survey his recent growth. He could not believe how huge he was now. He was probably rivaling Tyler’s old size by now, and judging by how cold it was outside, Jake doubted this was even his true size. His cock began to inflate some more, but this time it was purely a result of his arousal and not any alien space magics. “I never dreamed that Dalton would grow me this big.” Jake said this more to himself than to Tyler. The goofy grin on his face made it obvious that he was very pleased with how things turned out.       “Yeah. I don’t think he did either.” Tyler replied and then broke out into uproarious laughter. Jake looked at him, obviously completely confused. Tyler could tell that Jake was completely baffled and so he tried to bring Jake up to speed once he finally managed to bring his laughter under control. “Ok. So Dalton didn’t do this… You did.”      “Whaaaaa?” came Jake’s incredulous reply.       “Did you pay any attention to what Dalton was saying while he was off on his evil genius speech?” Tyler waited for Jake’s response before continuing. Jake just slowly shook his head no. Tyler rolled his eyes and continued his explanation. “Short version is, he said that we have nanites in our bodies now. What this means it that we hav-“      “Oh. I know what nanites are. Nano machines, right?” Jake cut in.       Tyler raised an eyebrow at Jake and then continued. “Yeah. They are making us change. They apparently communicate with some sort of psychic hive mind thing.”      “If they have a psychic hive mind then they aren’t really communicating at all. At least not in the sense we are used to thinking about it. They basically all function using the same shared consciousness, but are acting independently.” Jake explained thoughtfully.       “God. Shut up, you nerd. Do you want me to explain this or not?” Tyler chided jokingly. Jake furrowed his brow and bit his lip in response. Tyler took that as his cue to continue. “Yeah well, they can receive psychic orders to do their job; grow, shrink, the whole ball of nine yards. Well, Dalton found a way to issue those orders on his iPad, but let’s just say that his big mouth was his downfall. He mentioned the whole psychic aspect, and we just so happen to have quite possibly the strongest psychic on Earth!” Tyler explained. He beamed with pride as he mentioned the last bit.       Jake eyes went wide with amazement. “wow, no offense, but you didn’t strike m as the type.”      Tyler playfully punched Jake in the arm. “Not me, you dork!”      Jake once again got thoughtful as he recited a random bit of trivia he had just been reminded of. “Oh, hey. Did you know that dork actually means whale penis?”      “Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to imply that you were a little lacking downstairs.” Tyler responded and then busted out laughing. Jake was initially confused, but as soon as he understood the joke he started blushing. Tyler managed to rein in his laughter and continue. “I was talking about you. Remember the other day when I told you that your psychic waves were so strong the Geno could hear them from space? Well, it turns out you easily overpowered Dalton’s little gizmo. I knew ya could do it.”      Jake’s was starting to come back to him. “Wait, so you intentionally pissed off Dalton because you knew I could stop him?” he asked amazed.       “Well, I knew you could, but I wasn’t sure if you’d figure it out in time. I bet a lot on you coming through for me.” Tyler leaned in and gave Jake a quick peck on he cheek to show his appreciation.       “What? Why? I… I didn’t even know I did that… I didn’t even know I could. Why would you bet so much on me?” Jake stammered.      “Because I have faith in you, and I would rather not be slave to the whims of an egomaniac with a fancy tablet.” Tyler beamed at Jake as he explained. “So, it turns out you had the power to control this all along.”          “You mean I can get bigger?” Jake said, the excitement was obvious in his voice and in the twitching of his mountainous cock.       “… Or you can get smaller.” Tyler commented. “What’s your fascination with getting huge anyway? I mean, it’s fun, but do you really need to get bigger?”      Jake blushed a little and turned his eyes downward. “Sorry. It’s stupid.” Jake slowly managed to bring his eyes back up to meet Tyler’s, and realized that Tyler was still waiting for an answer.  “Well, how can I put it? You already know how amazing it feels, but there is more to it than that. I have tried to hide who I am my entire life. As I started to get bigger I was afraid because I could no longer hide away in the crowd like I wanted to, but as I went on, I started to like it. The looks people gave me, even the bad ones. I was special. I was important… I don’t want to be invisible anymore.”      “Invisible?” Tyler had a bemused smile on his face, but there was some hurt in his eyes. “There’s a big difference between being visible and being large enough to be seen from several miles away.” Tyler pulled Jake in tighter. “You never really were invisible, you know. I’ve noticed you for years.”      Jake averted his eyes from Tyler’s. “That doesn’t count. You’ve known me since we were kids.” He said dejectedly.       Tyler wasn’t about to let Jake slink into self pity mode. “It wasn’t just me. You’ve been getting looks long before this happened. You wouldn’t let yourself see them, but I sure did. You got as many glances as I did whenever we went out.”      Jake sighed and turned away from Tyler and lied down. Jake couldn’t really turn his waist at all since they were both lying atop his gigantic nuts, but he repositioned himself so that he was resting his head on his arm looking away from Tyler. “Yeah. They were probably all wondering what that dweeb was doing with such a cool guy.”      Tyler wasn’t about to let Jake get away from him that easy. The muscular blonde slid over so that he was now lying on top of Jake; his head was turned so that his ear was resting against Jake’s back right between his shoulder blades and his arms were wrapped tightly around Jake’s midsection. “If anything they were wondering what that short shit was doing with such a beauty.”  Jake fidgeted a bit. He didn’t like the way Tyler was talking about himself. Sure, Tyler was a little on the short side, but that was part of his charm, too. Jake actually found Tyler’s size extremely cute. “Don’t talk like that. So you’re a little bit shorter than me. You’ve got so much going for you. You’re such a great friend, a lot of fun to be around, and I guess being there’s that whole being smokin’ hot thing, too.” “Exactly.” Tyler hugged Jake tighter and then continued. “Didn’t like what you were hearing did you? It’s so easy to focus on the negative and overlook all the good. I hate it when you’re so down on yourself. You’re a total looker. You just refuse to see it.” Jake had seen himself in the mirror many times before. He could safely say he was not at all a looker. He was gangly and gaunt. He had these goofy looking fat lips. His hair was a nightmare. He honestly could not figure out what Tyler saw in him.  Tyler could tell the wheels in Jake’s head were turning, and so he decided to help get his boyfriend’s self-esteem back where it belonged. “What is it that you don’t like I wonder? Do you think you’re too skinny? I think you’re slender build is sexy, but give me a month and I can help you get a little definition on that hot bod of yours. How about your face? You have those deep soulful blue eyes and those full luscious lips. I know you try and hide your smile. When something makes you happy you try and fight your smile which just ends up causing you to have this adorable little crooked half smirk. Oh, and your hair. It’s been weeks since it was combed and even longer since it was cut, but it frames your face nicely. It’s cute now, but if you spent even just a few minutes on it, you could get yourself a super sexy ‘do.”  Jake listened to Tyler enumerate the things that he liked about Jake. Jake was blushing and trying very hard to hide it. Fortunately for him Tyler couldn’t seem his face well in their positions. He wondered how much of this Tyler meant. Just a little bit of it? All of it? Was Tyler just trying to make Jake feel better? That sounds like something Tyler would do, but then again, the boy was a shitty liar. Jake could feel himself blushing redder; his face was warm, and his stomach filled with butterflies. Jake didn’t have too much time to think about it because he was snapped back to reality when he felt Tyler squeeze his butt firmly. “And what an ass! Seriously dude, you got an amazingly hot bubble butt. Do you have any idea how many squats and lunges I had to do to even get an ass? I had nothing back there to begin with. Just imagine how huge yours would be if you start gyming it up with me.” Jake didn’t need to second guess Tyler’s most recent compliment. The two feet of Tyler’s rock hard cock digging into his back made it perfectly clear that Tyler was being honest.  Jake was still silent. He was having a hard time arguing with Tyler… like always; especially considering the solid evidence that Tyler was sporting. He just didn’t know what to say. Fortunately, he didn’t need to speak. Tyler was more than happy to keep going. “Now, here’s my point. You say you were invisible, but I say nay nay. You didn’t let yourself see the looks people gave you. You convinced yourself that no one would look your way. I bet you even thought it was better that way. Then things went crazy a few days ago. You already said you were worried about the looks you would get. I posit that you already were getting all those looks; you just tuned them out. The growth forced you to notice people noticing you, and you know what?” Tyler shifted himself forward a bit so that his mouth was right up next to Jake’s ear and whispered in a sing-song voice. “You liiiked it.” Jake went beat red again, but this time Tyler was in a position to clearly see it. Jake could see Tyler’s face out of the corner of his eye. Is blonde lover was grinning from ear to ear; obviously he was convinced that he was correct, and Jake could not argue otherwise. Jake sighed and tried to bury his face in his arm. Tyler ruffled Jake’s hair and then continued his speech. “Knowing you, I bet you thought your dick was the only reason they were checking you out. I gotta admit, it’s an amazing dick, but there’s so much more to you than that.” Tyler chuckled to himself a bit as he surveyed his surroundings. “Metaphorically speaking.” Jake sighed. “So what you’re telling me is that I need to shrink back down…” Jake was not expecting Tyler to respond in the way he did. “What? Hell no, dude! You’ve got an amazing cock right now, and you deserve it! If you want to be big, be huge.” Tyler quieted down a bit and moved so that his mouth was once again close to Jake’s ear. He then spoke softly and sensually, “That said… Tomorrow is the last day of school, and that movie you’ve been dying to see is having a big midnight release. I would love it if you could get yourself down enough that you can get into the theater.”  Jake grumbled a bit at this. He hated to admit it, but Tyler was right. Jake really did want to see that movie… Maybe not enough to give up his colossal godcock, but he did really want to see it. What Tyler said next, though, caused Jake’s breath to catch in his throat and his heart skip a beat. “And besides, it’d be really silly for me to go alone on our first official date.” That sealed it. There was no way in hell Jake was skipping that movie.  Jake sighed. “If you put it that way, then there’s no way I can say no. I guess that means I should start packing up…” Tyler gave Jake a quick peck on the cheek. “Great! It’s a date then! But there’s really no rush. We’ve got all night, after all, and I was thinking you might want a little practice first.” Jake raised an eyebrow and tried to look questioningly back at Tyler. “Practice?” “Yeah. I kind of used Sam to catch up to you… If you could shrink him down to a more manageable size before he has a full on panic attack, that’d probably be best.”  Jake thought about it for a moment and then replied. “How do I do that anyway? I mean, I can’t even see him to focus on.” “Dude, don’t ask me. You’re the one with the mind magicks. You should be able to feel him, though. He was smashed up against the size of your mondo dong when I left him. Try focusing on that.”   Jake laughed. “Is that what that is? I thought I had gotten so big I had bumped into the jeep.” “Dude. Harsh.” Tyler responded. “He’s at least a 747.” Tyler and Jake both shared a laugh at that. Then Jake began focusing his thoughts on that object that was wedged up against his monolithic dick. The image of Sam and his dick formed in his head. Tyler’s estimate of the size of a 747 was a bit small. Sam’s humongous dick easily dwarfed even the largest jetliners out there. It would even give the Titanic a run for its money, and as huge as it was, it was but fraction of Jake’s current size. Jake felt his cock twitch with pride. Jake managed to stifle his arousal for the time being and focus his thoughts on Sam. Sam was stuck in one of the strangest situations he had ever been in in his life, and given the way the past few days had played out, that was saying a lot. He was stuck atop his own several hundred foot long schlong. Sadly, this wasn’t the strange part.  If anything, that was par for the course for him, these days. The way things got weird is that his cock was bumped up against his pal’s even larger dick; a dick that had been steadily growing for awhile now. The growth had finally stopped a minute ago, and not a moment too soon. The steady outward expansion of Jake’s measurements had caused Sam’s titanic cock to begin to roll over. Sam was currently gripping onto the skin of his shaft to keep himself from sliding off. It was still relatively easy to keep himself upright at his current forty five degree angle, but if he had been rolled much farther, then he would have run the risk of falling. Sam wasn’t sure if it would even hurt to be stuck hanging upside down, suspended from his own gigantic ballsack, but he hoped to never have to find out.  Sam gasped as he felt a familiar feeling course through him. At first he was afraid that he was growing, but it quickly became apparent that the opposite was true. Had Tyler succeeded and was restoring Sam? Or was this once again just Dalton being a power crazed nutbunny. Either way, Sam was glad to be going down instead of up.  Sam’s shrinking finally slowed to a halt, and he stood up to survey his new size. His dick was still plenty long; longer than his legs, in fact, but not by much. Sam had a little more than a foot of cock resting on the ground as he was standing up. Sam was ecstatic. He was mostly mobile at this size. He even began to do a little victory jig to celebrate. Sam did a quick spin, but the momentum of his massive four footer knocked him off balance. He lost his footing, hit the ground, and slid for a few feet in the muck. This did nothing to dampen Sam’s spirits, though. He just continued to laugh as he lay there in slimy slurry of mud and cum.  Jake wiped the sweat from his brow. He couldn’t tell how small he had managed to make Sam, but he could definitely feel the change. For one thing, Sam was no longer pressed up against the side of his dick any more. Jake’s mind was exhausted. He was surprised at how much exertion it took to shrink Sam down, but then again, if Tyler was to be believed, and Jake had no reason to believe otherwise, then Jake had been subconsciously growing himself for awhile now. That probably took a lot out of him. Whatever the reason, Jake needed to give him brain a rest for a bit before he gave himself a migraine. “Holy headaches, Batman. I need to hold off on any more of that for a bit.” Tyler grinned and responded. “Good, I didn’t want you to shrink down just yet anyway.” “Hmm?” Jake raised an eyebrow and tried to look back at Tyler questioningly.  “well, now that you’re this size, and I’m here with you, we might as well enjoy it.” Jake couldn’t really see Tyler’s face, but he could tell by the tone of the blonde’s voice that Tyler had that lascivious grin on his face again. Jake had that look committed to memory, and even just the memory of it was enough to get him aroused. “I’m going to ream you so hard that you’ll never want to stop cumming. The entire Earth will shudder as I bring this continent you call a cock to climax. The entire hemisphere will know just how hard I rode you.”  Jake could only whimper in reply. He hadn’t had a backdoor lover in days, and that is like decades in teen years. Even worse, he had only done it once with the love of his life. Jake couldn’t wait to be plugged like that again. Fortunately he didn’t have to wait long at all. Within seconds, Tyler’s two feet of Team Ramrod was reporting for duty. Jake could feel the thick, round head of Tyler’s cock pressed up against his eager hole. He inhaled sharply as the long shaft slowly began to sink into him inch after inch.  He felt Tyler’s massive nuts slap up against him; signaling that he had successfully taken the monster. Tyler’s cock was even more massive than the last time that Jake had taken it, but not by much. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jake was already thinking that he can fix that.  Dalton had been running for what seemed like forever. He was tired, and sore, and out of places to run. He had run so far that he had actually reached the tip of Jake’s monstrous cock. Dalton had never felt so tiny in his life. Even the little lip of the mushroom-like head was over ten feet off the ground, and Jake wasn’t even aroused at the moment. Dalton took a deep breath and jumped with all his might. He managed to catch the edge and pull himself up. Dalton had no idea what he was hoping to find here, but he hoped that somehow he would find a way down. As Dalton looked around, he felt even smaller; he was but a spec on the tip of some dude’s cock. He had nowhere to run and no way down. Dalton collapsed right there out of a combination of exhaustion and defeat.  Dalton lay there for a while; catching his breath and wallowing in self pity, but he was snapped awake by a strange sensation. It was as if the ground beneath him was breathing. Dalton got up and looked around. The head of Jake’s cock was swelling up. Jake was seriously aroused, and Dalton was seriously screwed. Dalton tried to run back to the shaft, but quickly changed his mind as the head began to lift into the air. Jake’s natural backswing was causing the angle to get steadily steeper as his dick got harder. Dalton had no choice but to climb farther up if he wanted to get trough this.  Once Tyler got his entire cock rammed deep inside of Jake, he held it there for a moment. He loved the feeling of having every inch of his dick surrounded by his lover’s body, and he knew Jake loved having it shoved that deep within. Tyler then began slowly pulling out. He could feel Jake’s insides gripping his shaft tightly as he slid out. Tyler was in no rush. He had wanted this for so long. Sure, they had all been having a lot o sex the past few days, but it is different to be doing it with the one you love. Tyler settled into a rotation of thrusting in and pulling back out; each pass, Tyler steadily got faster and faster.  Jake’s mind was already fogging over. He had wanted this for days as well, and Tyler did not disappoint. With each thrust Tyler moved faster and hit deeper. Tyler’s dick was so large and so thick that it easily hit all of Jake’s sweet spots with each pass. Somewhere in a corner of Jake’s mind that was still coherent, he was wondering just how great it would feel if Tyler was even bigger. Jake didn’t have to wonder for long. Almost instantly he could feel Tyler’s already massive cock stretching him wider and slamming deeper. Jake could do nothing but moan in pleasure as he wished for more.  Tyler couldn’t see Jake’s eyes from his position, but he figured they were probably glowing right about now. He could feel Jake’s body shifting to accommodate the ever expanding cock within him. Tyler was ready to pull out the second it sounded like he was getting too big for Jake, but judging by the loud, orgasmic moans coming from his boyfriend, he figured it would be a while yet before he reached that point.  Dalton had scrambled up to almost the very top of Jake’s cock head in order to stay ahead of the increasingly steep incline. Judging from how flared out the spongy tip was and the steady waterfall of pre pouring from the canyon sized slit, Dalton figured Jake was as hard as he was going to get. The area that Dalton was on was relatively horizontal, and so he felt to the ground and braced himself while he waited out the storm.  Tyler continued his steady thrusts. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he could almost see the outline of his cock in his lover’s skinny body. Tyler didn’t see why not, since he could already see many of the other bones in Jake’s body.  Both of the lovers were ready to blow, but neither one wanted this to end yet. They struggled to hold back to flood of spooge as long as they could. When finally both of their resolves were spent, they fired in unison. Jake could feel all the warm cum flowing into him. It had been far too long since he had been flooded like this, and he could already tell this would be one for the record book. In a matter of seconds, Jake felt like ever possible inch of his body was filled with cum, and yet more and more was being pumped into him from Tyler’s beach ball sized balls. The excess spunk was leaking out of his blown out hole. Jake didn’t want to waste even a drop of his lover’s seed. All he could think of was how he needed it all within him.  Tyler could feel another wave of warmth wash over him, and he knew exactly what was happening. Tyler saw the look of lust in Jake’s eyes when he had filled Dalton up like a water balloon, and now that Jake had the chance to have it done to him, he was not going to miss out.  With nowhere left to go, all the incoming jizz started to spill into Jake’s stomach. Jake’s belly began to distend as all the spooge started to flood into it. It felt amazing. Jake hadn’t even imagined it could feel so great, he just didn’t want to be one upped by the asshole who had ridden his boyfriend in front of him while he was powerless to act. Somewhere in the back of Jake’s mind he wondered just what had happened to that guy, but the thought quickly vanished; it wasn’t really important, and Jake was enjoying the sex far too much to care.  Dalton could feel the ground beneath him shudder. Jake’s titanic cock was bucking liked a bronco at a rodeo, and Dalton was stuck holding on for dear life. Any second now the geyser was going to blow. Dalton watched in awe as Jake’s massive crevasse spread wider and a monumental blast of cum shot forth. Dalton watched in awe as the fleshy volcano spewed forth liquid hot jizz into the air. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as if he was watching it on Discovery Channel. Dalton couldn’t even tilt his head back far enough to see just how high the spunk flew up into the air.  Jake fired heavy salvo after heavy salvo of warm spunk across the country side. Each shot seemingly bigger and thicker than the last. Jake could barely even breath the orgasm was so intense. He had hundreds and hundreds of feet of cock, and it would not surprise him at all if he had far surpassed the thousand foot mark. He had to be close to Tyler’s previous max size if not over. Each of his colossal balls could hold a small ocean’s worth of cum in them, and they were both draining and refilling endlessly as Jake flooded the countryside. Some small part of Jake’s brain that was still coherent hoped that they were far enough outside of town that he wouldn’t cause any serious property damage. They were quite a few miles away from the nearest houses after all. Yet at the same time, the thought of dumping so much cum that it created a lake several square miles wide made him even hornier.  Jake’s belly had long since filled up, and the excess spunk had begun dripping out of his mouth. Jake didn’t really eat that much on a regular basis, and so his stomach didn’t have near the elasticity of some of the other guys there. He only had a small pot belly instead of the ballooned out beach ball that Tyler and Dalton had had. Jake was a little jealous, but at the same time he knew that he would have plenty of time to work his way up to that size. He already knew he would be doing this a lot more in the days to cum.  Tyler was finally running out of steam. He had come so much that he had filled every imaginable nook and cranny of Jake’s body, and had continued to pump more. The huge puddle of excess spooge flooded the surrounding area. The two lovers were making out in a shallow pond of jizz that was nestled between Jake’s mountain sized balls. The whole situation was so surreal and yet so hot. Tyler had finally stopped cumming and flopped over onto Jake’s back while hugging the lanky boy tightly. “Yeah. I can totally get used to that.”  “Me too.” Jake agreed as he rubbed his distended belly. His own blasts had been slowly weakening as well. Soon his cum had completely stopped. Jake placed his hands over Tyler’s as the two boys basked together in the after glow. Jake wished he could turn around and look at Tyler, but his cock was far too big for him to be able to turn over and Tyler still had his big, soft dick buried deep within Jake. For now, Jake would have to be content with spooning. Dalton had been holding on for dear life while Jake had sprayed the fields with seed, but now that the torrent of jizz had subsided, he was too tired to move. Dalton figured he was safe enough where he was for now, but as Jake’s cock deflated and returned to its fully horizontal position, he realized just how wrong he was. Dalton quickly realized that his current position was going to be nearly impossible to hold onto once Jake’s cock came back to its rest position, but he had waited too long to try and escape. In a matter of seconds, Dalton was on a nearly vertical incline. Jake’s cock had been splattered with bits of cum as it gushed, and now much of the skin was slick and slimy. Dalton tried to stop himself from falling, but there was nothing for him to grab on to. He continued to slide and slide right in to the grand canyon of Jake’s cock. Dalton made one last attempt to grab on to the edge before he fell into the abyss.  Jake and Tyler were blissfully oblivious to what was going on at the other end of Jake’s mountainous cock. Jake didn’t even know that Dalton had been stranded up there with them, and Tyler had conveniently forgotten.  Dalton fell and fell for what felt like hours. He was sure that this was the end. There was no way he could survive a fall from such an extreme height. Maybe he was already dead. This endless fall into the dark abyss seemed a lot like Bill and Ted’s trip to the underworld. If he was already dead, at least it hadn’t hurt. Somehow, the knowledge that it was all over for him gave him a strange sense of calm. His life flashed before his eyes. Dalton watched it all, and hated what he saw. His life was an endless stream of total dick moves that he had explained away with spotty logic and a pathological sense of infallibility. He found himself wishing that things were different. He didn’t pray for someone to save him or that somehow he might survive this. He wished that he had been a better person. The clarity that certain death had afforded him made it all painfully clear to him. He had no one to blame for this but himself. As much as he wanted to he knew that he couldn’t just shift the blame like he always did. He had made his bed and now it was time to lie in it. Dalton closed his eyes and relaxed as he felt a warmth engulf his whole body. 

Chapter 48 - Geno-type pt. 48

Dalton figured this must be heaven. All of his senses had collapsed inward and now all he could experience was warmth and white. He could no longer hear, see, smell, or taste. All he could feel was the warmth engulfing him as he lay suspended in the ether. Dalton was at peace. He was perfectly fine with staying like that for all eternity… or so he thought. It started as a mild discomfort in his chest. The pain steadily grew. He was suffocating. He couldn’t suffocate when he was already dead, could he?  Whatever it was he was suspended in was not letting air enter his nose. Dalton opened his mouth to breath, but the second he did a wave of bitter, salty goop rushed in to fill the gap. Dalton knew that taste anywhere. He wasn’t dead at all. He was submerged in a pool of jizz. He was still alive! Although, that would not be the case for long if he didn’t make an effort to get to the surface. Dalton sprung into action with the knowledge that he was now in mortal peril. He couldn’t determine up from down, but he picked a direction and started swimming. It was very difficult for him to swim through  this muck. It wasn’t like water. It was more like tar, thick and sticky. The gooey liquid didn’t give way easily as he frantically kicked and stroked.  Dalton gasped loudly as his head broke free of the muck. His head was so foggy from lack of oxygen that he was sure he would pass out before he reached the relative safety of the surface. He rested there for awhile. He was so sore and exhausted that he couldn’t even muster the strength to move anymore, but fortunately the liquid he was suspended in was so thick that he didn’t even sink. He could stay at the top of the goop without needing to worry about treading water. He panted heavily as he struggled to make up for lost time in his breathing. He slowly managed to get his hyperventilating under control and settle into a more natural breathing rhythm. The pain in his chest slowly faded and his head began to clear. How far had he fallen? He had no way of telling; his glasses were far too coated to allow him to see much.  Dalton pulled off his glasses and tried to shake them out and get some of the spooge off the lenses. The heavy gobs shook off easy enough, but it still left the lenses milky and streaked. At least they were clean enough to afford him some rudimentary vision. Dalton looked around. He could see the stars in the sky far above him, but as he turned, the stars suddenly vanished. He directed his gaze lower as he followed the invisible barrier. Something was blocking out the stars, and he was curious to find out what. Steadily, the object came into view. On either side of him, fleshy walls rose straight up hundreds of feet into the sky and vanished into the darkness. Dalton’s mouth fell open as it dawned on him where he was. He was right at the entrance of Jake’s gigantic dick slit. The only reason he was even alive was because he had hit a large globule of cum that was still stuck to the tip of Jake’s colossal cock. What was but a small bead of jizz to Jake was an Olympic swimming pool to Dalton.  Dalton had rested enough that he felt comfortable in continuing his swim, and he decided that he would much rather be on solid ground than floating like a flake of fish food atop an ocean of jizz. Dalton chose to swim farther in. He didn’t think that he had a chance of reaching the ground from his current position, and he figured any solid footing was better than staying where he was.  As he swam deeper, the surface of the muck steadily curved downward. He knew he was reaching the edge, and was glad that as he went along, the incline got steeper and steeper so that gravity helped him along. His heavy balls and raging hard-on had been getting in the way as he swam. Dalton was amazed by how aroused he was by this situation. He had always loved huge dicks and loved even more being dominated by them, but this was something else entirely. This cock was so large it had become his entire world; he was surrounded by it on all sides. He wasn’t just being dominated by this cock; he was being completely beholden to it. He owed his very existence to this behemoth. His life could end at any second if this beast so much as twitched, and no one would ever know. He was more amused by this new insight into his own personality than he was amazed by it. All of his dark fantasies started to replay in his head. The tiny men in the cages; the dudes who had been grown so large that all they could do was sit and watch. Had he been secretly wishing that someone would do those things to him all along? Dalton had always prided himself on being the one in charge, and yet he used that control to allow himself to be dominated by others. This was the first time where had no control at all. He had lost everything, and it was strangely exhilarating.  Dalton was so far along the bead that the surface nearly vertical, and he no longer needed to swim; he just dug in and let gravity slowly carry him down. As his feet touched down he pulled free of the glob. It offered some resistance at first; the jizz, especially on the outer skin, was already cooling and drying, but Dalton managed to pull free. He stumbled as he popped loose. He had not accounted for just how awkward it would be to walk with such a large erection.  Dalton stared in awe at his cock. He didn’t know how or when he had grown like that. Had Jake or Tyler picked up the tablet as he scurried away? Somehow that didn’t seem possible. They would have to know the code to unlock it, and besides, Dalton’s pad had pretty much lost all control. No, more likely this had something to do with Jake.  Dalton realized it now that he had underestimated both of them. He had written Tyler off as some dumb jock and had figured Jake to be too timid to be any threat to him. Jake had more power than he had all along, but no one knew it… except for Tyler. Somehow that boy had set a trap for Dalton and he had been brash enough to walk right into it. Dalton smirked as he thought back over the encounter. Strangely enough, he had no ill will towards any of them, especially not Tyler. He thought back over what it was that had made him lose his cool and finally succumb to the trap. The word echoed in his brain. “Brat.” Dalton remembered the rage and confusion that he had felt when he heard that single syllable.  Looking back, the reason he had been so enraged was because somewhere deep down, he knew Tyler was right. He was a brat. He pretended at being an adult although he had no idea what he was doing. He created his own little world and would lash out whenever something didn’t jive with the way he had envisioned things had to be. It is amazing how a near death experience can change one’s perspective. Dalton had watched his whole life play out from a third person’s perspective and even he had hated that douchey tool.  Jake moaned softly. His mind was still overloaded with pleasure from having just blown several thousand gallons of cum through a cock that was itself well over a thousand feet. Even though it had already been several minutes since he had reached climax, he was still exhausted; his breathing was ragged; his heart was racing. Jake’s body was coated in a shiny layer of sweat. That had been the most intense thing he had ever experienced. A goofy grin spread across his face as he realized he could do that again whenever he wanted.  Jake didn’t think he had quite reached Tyler’s previous size, but he also knew that this wasn’t his full size. If he were to really let loose, he’d probably come close to hitting the mile mark, if not more. Jake shivered with anticipation as he thought about being so huge that he’d have to be measured in miles. He could already feel himself growing again. As Jake’s cock grew larger he once again felt himself getting hard at the thought. He could dwarf entire cities if he wanted to… and then what? Jake had to think about it a moment. He had already reached the size he had set out to reach earlier, but that was before he had learned of his powers and before Tyler had been shrunk down to a much smaller size. Jake had the largest cock on the planet by a factor of several hundred. There was no one anywhere who could ever come close to rivaling him. The thought simultaneously made Jake extremely aroused and a bit despondent.  He had the world’s largest cock, but now what? It felt amazing; it looked amazing; hell, it is amazing, but all he could do was lay there and grow. When Jake had thought it was a one way trip, that was fine, but now that he knew he could go back, back to a more mobile size, he started to ponder what else he could do with his life. The more Jake thought, the less he fixated on his own massive cock. He could feel Tyler’s muscular arms around him as the blonde boy hugged him tight. He could feel the slow rise and fall of Tyler’s chest and hear his breathing. Jake’s thoughts were slowly taken up with thoughts about Tyler and how much he loved his muscular boyfriend and all the things they could do together; going out to movies, romantic dinners, hanging around the house watching bad TV and playing video games. Jake knew that he would have to shrink down if he wanted to spend time doing all those things… and besides, he had the power now; he could get really huge some other time.  It took some focus, but Jake was able to steadily bring his size down. The air around his monolithic cock seemed to shimmer as all the mass from it steadily dissipated. Jake was sad to see all that glorious dick steadily wane, but he knew it was for the best. He just had to focus on what was in store for him. He had a great friend awaiting his return, and he had the first of many hot dates with the love of his life already planned out... Jake was also not so secretly looking forward to the next time he had a lot of free time and extra space to grow this large again. Maybe next time he’d get even farther away from town so he could really let loose. Jake sighed happily as he thought about how great things would be; his now rock hard cock gave a couple twitches of approval as he daydreamed about all the great times he would have with Tyler now that he could grow both of them whenever he felt like it.  Dalton lost his footing as the ground beneath him shifted. The incline was getting steadily steeper, and it didn’t take Dalton long to figure out why. Jake was getting hard again. Dalton tried to run back to the entrance, but the ground was too slick and the angle too steep. No matter how fast he tried to scramble, he was sliding back faster than he could climb up.  The ground beneath Dalton’s feet shifted violently as Jake’s gigantic cock gave a quick twitch. The tall brown haired boy was obviously thinking about something that he found extremely hot, but what was just a quick twitch to Jake was a massive lurch to Dalton. He lost his already tenuous balance and fell flat of his back causing him to slide down into the abyss. Faster and faster he slid as the force of gravity did its job. Dalton plummeted down Jake’s chute like he was riding some erotic tube slide at a bizarre water park. He spread his arms wide and tried to dig in as best he could to slow his descent, but the surface was too smooth for him to get any resistance.  Dalton closed his eyes and braced himself for the inevitable crash once he finally reached the bottom of this carnal water slide, but the crash never came. Instead, the incline steadily leveled out, and Dalton coasted safely to halt. After realizing that, once again, he had not actually died, Dalton let out a long sigh of relief. He hadn’t taken into account the curvature of Jake’s boner. Sure, it was steep up at the top, but towards the base it leveled out nicely.  Dalton looked up the shaft trying to see if he could see any light in the distance. He thought he could make out a few stars through the opening, but the exit to his prison was several hundred feet up. He knew that he had no chance of escape as long as Jake was as turned on as he was.  Dalton flopped down on the ground in defeat. He could do nothing but sit there and stare at the starlight way off in the distance. As he sat there cross-legged, his huge nuts filled up the entirety of his lap and his massive dick flopped out a few feet in front of him. If he wasn’t so weighed down by his oversized equipment, he might actually stand of chance of crawling back up. Dalton sighed and pushed the thought out of his mind. Now was not the time to be thinking about what-ifs; now was the time to be focusing on what-is. The more Dalton pondered, the more he realized that he was completely powerless. All he could do was sit there and wait until Jake either came down from his current arousal or blew his load all across the countryside and Dalton along with it.  As Dalton sat there, something began to seem a little off. It was subtle at first; so subtle that he hadn’t even noticed until a few minutes into the process. The exit was getting closer to him. Dalton was about to Jump for joy, but something was off. The exit was getting closer, but it didn’t seem to be getting any larger. Dalton tried to ponder this paradox. It made no sense to him… unless… Dalton’s stomach sank as he realized that Jake’s cock was shrinking with him in it.  Dalton wasted no time in trying to run back up the water spout, but the itsy bitsy hipster kept sliding back down after a few short steps. Dalton was panicking. He didn’t know whether he would be crushed to death by the walls of flesh or smothered to death amidst all that dick, but he really didn’t feel like finding out; both options seemed equally terrible. He wished that there was some way for him to get out of there. He also wished that his raging hard-on appreciated the gravity of the situation. Sure, being snugly wrapped in gigantic cock like it was a nice warm sleeping bag was kind of hot; it’s just that that kills people, Carl.  Dalton continued unsuccessfully to try and scale the ramp until eventually the walls were close enough around him that he could touch them if he spread his arms wide. Dalton quickly capitalized on this and pressed his hands firmly against either side. Digging in like this made it possible for him to slowly trudge his way up the slope. Dalton was still worried that he wouldn’t make it, though. It was slow going and every second the hallway got narrower and narrower. As the hallway shrank, the distance he had to go was getting shorter too, but it was a small consolation to Dalton. As the hallway continued to shrink his progress got even slower. At first he was fine with just stooping down, but as the roof continued to come down on him, he fell to his knees and crawled.  Soon the passage as too narrow for him to even do that, and he had to lie flat on his stomach and wriggle his way up like some grizzled action hero on a jungle rescue mission. Moving around like this would have been so much easier if he didn’t have such a huge dick of his own. Dalton occasionally shuddered as waves of pleasure arced through him. The way his thick dick was pinned between his body and the inner linings of Jake’s cock was effectively causing him to jack himself off as he tried to crawl. On the plus side, the steady stream of pre he was leaking helped to lubricate the pathway a bit.  Soon, the path was too narrow for Dalton to even crawl. He thrashed and struggled as the massive cock engulfed him like a cocoon. He couldn’t believe it was going to end like this. He was so close to the exit, too; He could see the slit not even a foot away from where he currently lay. Dalton stretched his arm forward and got his hand free. Feeling the cool night air against his skin calmed him, even in the face of his impending doom. There were worse ways to go, Dalton thought as he sighed in defeat.  Jake was surprised at how good shrinking down felt. It didn’t seem near this pleasant when Dalton had done it to him, but then again, this time he was shrinking down by choice. Maybe he had just missed out on how good it felt because he was panicking last time. There was something else, though. Jake couldn’t put his finger on it, and he was enjoying it too much to really try and focus on just what it was. It was like there was a pressure building up inside of his cock. It was a much different kind of pressure than what he was used to when he boned, but it felt amazing. Whatever it was was just making Jake harder.  Down below, Sam was watching the events unfold with silent awe. It was so fascinating watching Jake’s cock dissipate. With the way the air shimmered around it as it shrunk, Sam half expected to see Dusk of Oolacile pop out and thank him for rescuing her. As the monstrous wang got smaller and smaller, Sam noticed something else odd. It looked like there was something moving around in there. Sam walked around the perimeter of the gigantic dick trying to see if he could figure out what was going on. Sure enough, as Jake’s massive dick got smaller, the lump in the shaft seemed to get more and more pronounced. Whatever it was, it was very close to the tip now.  Dalton was actually surprised that he hadn’t been crushed yet. He could feel the gigantic cock getting steadily tighter around him, but somehow it never really got painful. It was far from comfortable though. He was wedged in there so tight that he couldn’t even move a muscle. His outstretched arm was getting sore and cramping from being stuck in such an odd position. He figured his other arm would probably feel the same if it hadn’t already fallen asleep on him.  Sam moved around to the front side of Jake’s humongous dick. What he saw there made his blood run cold. There was a hand sticking out of Jake’s cock. Sam instantly realized the hand must belong to Dalton. It was physically impossible for Jake to be inside his own cock, and the hand was much to slim and pale to be Tyler’s. Sam didn’t waste any time thinking about what kind of freaky-deaky Yume Nikki shit was going on here. He rushed forward and grabbed hold of the Dalton’s hand and began trying to pull him free.  Dalton jumped in shock as he felt another hand grab his... or rather, he would have had he been able to move at all. Instead, all that happened was his body tensed up for a second. He had no idea who his savior was, but he had a fifty/fifty chance of guessing right. It couldn’t be Jake for obvious reasons, and he figured Tyler was probably still up top with Jake. That meant it had to be Sam. Dalton felt his heart flutter as he thought of Sam coming to his rescue even after all the douche things he had done. Jake still couldn’t quite process what was going on. The pressure in his cock had evened out, but now it was moving again. He could definitely tell there was something inside of him now though. He had no way of telling what it was, but it felt amazing. Jake was already rock hard, but now that he could feel the object wiggling around right inside the tip of his cock he was about to blow.  Sam pulled harder. He was afraid of hurting Dalton, but he also knew that he had to get him out of there quickly. Fortunately, Sam was getting some unexpected help. A trickle of pre was beginning to flow up around the sandy brown haired boy. The extra lubrication helped Sam to pull him out a little farther, but it was still taking too long. Sam knew he needed to act fast, but he didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t strong enough to pull Dalton out by himself, and the flow of pre wouldn’t provide near enough pressure to shoot their Augustus Gloop out of the pipes.  Dalton could feel Sam tugging on his arm trying to pull him free, but he was just wedged in their too tight. All that they had succeeded in was making Jake even more aroused. Dalton could feel slimy pre bubbling up all around him. He was getting laminated in the stuff. It wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling, but Dalton wasn’t in a position to really enjoy it.  Sam suddenly got an idea. Pre wouldn’t be enough, but he had seen Jake cum before. Hell, after that last cumsplosion, he was pretty sure the entire tri-county area had seen Jake cum. Sam was pretty sure that a nice solid cumshot would be more than enough to launch their captive hipster like a human cannonball. Sam was curious as to how Dalton had gotten stuck in there in the first place, but he didn’t want to waste time pondering it.    Dalton’s heart sunk as he felt his pale hero’s hand pull away. Was his white knight really giving up on him? He didn’t have much time to lament though, because almost instantly after he could feel Jake’s cock get even harder around him. Dalton was squeezed even tighter, but still it did not hurt. He really wouldn’t mind the way this felt if he could have been in a more comfortable position.  Sam pressed his body up against his bud’s cock and began working it over as best he could. Sam used everything that he had at his disposal; he was getting surprisingly good at jacking off massive cocks lately. Sam figured that there was some truth to the old saying “practice makes perfect.”  Sam was glad that he had a bit of a head start; Jake was already rock hard and leaking pre without any help from Sam. Sam really wanted to speed the process up a bit because there was a risk of the trapped boy drowning under all that pre if they didn’t eject him pronto. At least Jake’s had stopped shrinking so there was no immediate danger of Dalton being crushed to death.  Sam got up close and personal with the head of his friend’s cock. The curvature of Jake’s humongous dick made it so that the slit was just about eye level to Sam. Sam wanted to really work over that crevasse, but alas, it was currently occupied. Sam instead focused most of his efforts on running his hands and tongue along the spongy head, occasionally dipping lower to give the upper part of Jake’s massive shaft the same treatment. There was so much pre oozing out and Sam was trying his hardest not to let any of it go to waste.  Sam was trying to keep his head in the game and remember that this was supposed to be a rescue mission, but it was getting so hard; very hard, actually. Sam’s cock had been steadily inflating the whole time, and by the time that it reached half mast, it was getting in the way of his servicing Jake’s immense meat. Even though Sam’s cock had been shrunken down from the few hundred feet leviathan he had been sporting earlier, it was still bigger than he was, especially when rock hard like it was now. Sam decided to just roll with it. The pale boy lined up his huge erection so that the slit pressed right up against the puffy ridge that ran along the underside of Jake’s colossal erection. Sam felt shivers of ecstasy run down his spine as he mashed the head of his cock into Jake’s. If this continued, he was going to cum before Jake did.  Sam settled began a nice rhythm of rocking his hips back and forth. Each thrust caused his cock to slide up and down along the length of Jake’s shaft; the mouth of Sam’s dick followed the ridge of Jake’s cock as if it was Gomez Addams kissing a trail up and down Morticia’s arm. Jake’s dick was so coated in his and Sam’s pre that Sam’s cock was able to slide smoothly despite how hard Sam was digging in. Sam’s knees bucked a few times and threatened to buckle altogether as he struggled to hold out from cumming for just a moment longer. Sam was so close to blowing his load, but he could tell from the way Jake’s cock was twitching that his tall, lanky friend was getting close to doing the same. Same gave one last hard thrust. The tip of his long cock mashed up against the underside of Jake’s spongy cock head. Sam came hard, sending blasts of cum flying into the air, completely coating the outstretched arm of the trapped boy.  Dalton was along for the ride as Jake came closer and closer to blowing his load. He could feel Jake’s cock bucking and lurching around him as it struggled desperately to cum. Dalton could even feel the jizz building up behind him. The goop was much thicker than pre and so it couldn’t flow through the few gaps as easily. A lot of it did manage to slip through, though. Dalton was getting coated in the spunk from head to toe. Dalton didn’t want to admit that he was actually kind of liking this, but the warm spooge felt amazing against his skin. The pressurized rivulets of spunk rolled across his body, giving him the most amazing full body massage he had ever had. Dalton felt himself get packed in even tighter as his own dick decided to fully inflate. The high pressure cum shower made short work of his hard-on though. His erection only lasted a few short moments; the pressurized jets of jizz against his extra sensitive skin quickly sent him over the edge. Dalton’s thick jets of cum joined with Jake’s and sprayed out of the tip of Jake’s cock. Jake’s cock shuddering and jerked and twitched as it struggled to cum. Waves of cum was spilling out from around the blockage, but much of it was still pooling behind and gathering strength. Sam could barely process what he was seeing through the sex addled haze of his mind. With each lurch Jake’s cock made, more and more of the trapped boy became visible. As the boy’s outstretched arm passed over Sam’s head, Sam reached for it. He wasn’t in a good mental state to process what he was doing; his mind was still so fogged with lust, but maybe on some level Sam remembered that he was trying to rescue this guy and not just get his rocks off. It was a good thing he grabbed for that arm when he did, though, because almost immediately after, the dam burst.  Jake came hard. Being denied the ability to cum for so long had resulted in one of the most powerful cum blasts Jake had ever experienced, relatively speaking. His balls felt so good that they almost ached from being drained so thoroughly in one solid burst. He still wasn’t sure what had just happened, but he could feel that the blockage had been removed. Dalton didn’t even have time to catch his breath afterwards. After that last orgasm, his dick was finally fully soft for the first time since this crazy ordeal had begun. Dalton could feel himself sliding upward. It was slow at first, but it quickly became faster. Getting his hard-on under control was apparently just what he needed to finally knock himself loose. As Dalton quickly accelerated, he realized just how much trouble he could be in. He didn’t know how far he would be launched, but he had seen Jake cum before. The kid could put a fire hose to same. Dalton could feel Jake’s cock tense up and rear back for one last massive cum blast. He braced himself and prepared for the worst, but right before he could be jettisoned into space he felt Sam’s hand back around his wrist.  Same gave one solid tug and yanked Dalton out of his erogenous prison and not a moment too soon. Jake’s massive cock gave one last shudder and then erupted like a volcano, raining liquid hot spooge all over the two boys and much of the surrounding countryside.  Sam fell backwards as Dalton landed on top of him; he was very surprised at how light Dalton felt.  Dalton hugged his savior and he felt this lithe boy’s arms absent-mindedly hug him back. Even with the half-assed hug Dalton received, he could feel how strong and powerful Sam’s arms were, and he felt safe and secure. He had barely survived a series of dangerous encounters, and he knew he owed his life to Sam.  Sam held Dalton close as more of a reflex than anything else. He was still trying to piece together what was going on. Something felt off, but he couldn’t quite get a feel for it. “Are you ok?” Sam asked when he finally managed to get the fog cleared from his mind.  “Yes. I am fine now. Thank you so much.” Dalton gushed. He was so happy to be alive as well as extremely amazed that anyone had bothered to save him. Dalton could feel the apprehension welling up inside of him. He was so thankful to Sam, but he had to know the truth. “Why did you save me anyway?” Sam shrugged as he thought about it. “I just reacted. No one deserves to go like that.”  Dalton felt the sting at this. So it wasn’t because Sam still had some feelings for him; Sam was just a genuinely nice guy. Dalton figured this would be the case, but he had hoped otherwise.  The two boys could hear another set of feet plodding its way to them. Sam looked up and immediately recognized Tyler headed towards them. “Hey! Get off of him!” Sam heard Tyler’s voice say; he sounded uncharacteristically angry. Sam quickly hopped to his feet, effortlessly rolling Dalton off of him in the process.  Tyler turned towards Sam; a look of concern was clearly visible on his face. “Are you Ok? He didn’t try do anything to you did he?” Sam was happy to hear that Tyler was concerned about him, but he was never in any danger. Sam shook his head no in response and replied. “No. I’m fine. Honest.” Tyler gave Sam a brief skeptical look as he appraised his pale friend and then gave a sigh of relief. Then he turned his attention to Dalton. “I thought you’d have enough sense to leave when you had the chance.” Tyler said angrily to Dalton. Dalton tried to scurry backwards away from the large, muscular jock; for some reason, Tyler seemed much more intimidating than he had ever been before. Tyler balled one of his hands into a fist as he continued is advance. “I think its time you learned what happens when you mess with my friends.”  Dalton tried to slink back, but he knew there was no way he could get away; the best he could do was brace himself for what was coming. Just as he had resigned himself to his fate another person stepped in between him and his attacker.  “Sammy!?” Tyler yelped in surprise. His expression softened and his fist relaxed. “Why are you defending him?” Dalton was beaming with joy. Sam had come to his rescue yet again. He was so happy that Sam still seemed to still like him, and the fact that he was now staring at that glorious ass instead of at a raging berserker about to pound his face in was a definite plus, too.  “I’m not going to sit back and watch while some bully beats up some harmless kid.” Sam replied firmly. Dalton’s heart sank. Was that really all he was to Sam? He was thankful for yet another rescue, but hearing Sam once again speak about him in such a distant way stung all the more.  Tyler was taken aback. “Bully? But I’m protecting my friends…” Tyler’s voice trailed off at the end as he began to think back on his actions.  “Protecting your friends? From what? Dalton? You’ve already beaten him. Whatever power he once had is already gone.” Tyler hung his head in shame. He knew that Sam was right, and now that he realized that Dalton was no longer a threat to them he felt like a total douche. Sam didn’t stop there, though. “And if you need any more proof, just look at him. I mean, really look at him.” Sam gestured towards Dalton and then stepped out of the way so Tyler could look. Tyler was confused by this last bit, but he looked up to see what Sam was talking about. Now that he was thinking clearly, he was shocked by what he was seeing. Dalton looked so weak and terrified. Tyler actually felt sorry for the guy and felt even worse about wanting to curb stomp his hipster ass just a minute ago. “What happened to him?” After Tyler asked this his mouth continued to hang open in shock.  “I’m not sure…” Sam explained. “He was like that when I rescued him. My best guess is it has something to do with being trapped inside Jake’s cock as it was shrinking. He probably would have been crushed otherwise.” Sam looked thoughtfully into space as he theorized out loud and shrugged as he finished.  Tyler nodded to Sam and then walked slowly over to Dalton. Dalton was still a bit apprehensive, but Tyler seemed much calmer and much less menacing than he had been before. “Hey. Sorry about wanting to punch your lights out a minute ago.” Tyler nervously gave his best shot at a reassuring smile as he reached down to help Dalton to his feet.  Dalton could still feel the dread welling up in him, but he was no longer afraid of Tyler. There was something else that was off, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He slowly extended his hand to meet Tyler’s. When their hands met, Tyler pulled Dalton to his feet; it was then that Dalton finally realized what was so odd about everything. Now that he was standing fully upright he was only eye level with Tyler’s chest. Dalton felt the pit in his stomach return as he stared into those amazingly buff pecs and cute nipples; he was simultaneously really freaked out and strangely aroused by this turn of events. He was supposed to be several inches taller than Tyler, not the other way around. As best he could figure, Tyler had to have over a foot of height on him. Dalton felt his throat go dry as he did a quick mental calculation. He had to be under four feet tall now.  At this point Jake caught up with the rest of them. He had finally shrunk his dick down to the point where was mobile again. He too gawked when he saw the now diminutive Dalton.  “Is that… Is that Dalton? What happened to him?” “Well, he shrunk. As for why, I couldn’t tell you.” replied Tyler with a shrug. “I’m assuming by your obvious surprise that you have no idea how to reverse it?”  Jake was completely dumbfounded. He just shook his head no to indicate that had no ideas. Dalton fidgeted; being under the microscope like this just served to make him feel even smaller. He felt his gigantic cock stir to life; he didn’t want to admit it, but being small like this was actually turning him on, especially in the company of Tyler who was now huge by comparison.  Dalton stumbled over his words a bit but eventually found his voice. “Hey. Look. You guys don’t actually have to worry about growing me back. I… um… I kind of feel like maybe I deserved this?” Dalton didn’t want to let on that he was actually kind of excited by his new stature, and this also made a nice segue into what he really wanted to talk about. “Anyways, I have had time to think, and I realized I have kind of been a dick.” Dalton fidgeted as he spoke. He had never felt so uncomfortable before. This was the first time that he could remember that he had ever apologized for anything. It was the first time that he ever felt like he had a reason to apologize, even.  All three of the now much taller boys turned to look at Dalton. The all had looks on their faces that were varying degrees of shock and cynicism, but Jake was the only one who spoke up. “Kind of?” Unsurprisingly, Jake was the one that had the highest cynicism to shock ratio.  “Ok. So I was a total tool. I get that now. I know it doesn’t excuse me, but I honestly thought I was helping you guys out. I just kind of went mad with the power I had.” Dalton knew there was more to it than that, but he was still new to the whole apology game, and he really didn’t feel comfortable baring his whole soul to these three just yet. “I know I’ve done some terrible things, but I want to be a better person. So, um, can you forgive me?” Everyone, including Dalton, was surprised by how quickly and nonchalantly Tyler replied “Yeah. Sure. You did actually help us out by teaching us how to control this power… even if it wasn’t intentional.” Tyler could tell that Dalton was being sincere this time, and he figured the best thing for all of them would be to support him in this.  Sam mulled it over for a minute and then chimed in as well. “Ok, I’ll forgive you.” Dalton was positively ecstatic to hear Sam was on his side this time.  Jake glared apprehensively at Dalton for a minute and then looked to Sam and Tyler for some sort of indication on how he should vote. He didn’t really want to forgive Dalton, but he also didn’t want to be the only holdout. Finally Jake let out a sigh of defeat. “Fine. I’ll forgive you, but only because Tyler is vouching for you.” Jake knew that Tyler was a surprisingly good judge of character, and if Tyler sensed that Dalton was sincere then that was good enough for him.  Dalton cheered up a bit knowing that he had been forgiven by these three guys. “Great! I know we got off on the wrong foot, but…” Dalton turned and extended his hand for a handshake. He was ostensibly talking to all three of them, but his focus was solely on Sam. “friends?”  Sam glared dubiously at Dalton’s outstretched hand a minute, but then he folded his arms in front of his chest. “I have forgiven, but don’t think for a minute I have forgotten” Dalton’s hand drooped and a crestfallen expression spread across his face. Memories of this morning flooded back into Dalton’s mind. He was once again wracked by guilt and shame for how he had treated Sam. Sam’s own expression softened a bit as he saw Dalton’s reaction. He felt kind of bad shutting him down so hard, but he still wasn’t comfortable around the now shorter boy. Sam sighed and explained his reasoning. “You have potential to be such a great guy. I’ve seen it in you, but you can also be a great big bag of dicks.” Dalton dropped his hand and hung his head down in shame and defeat. He knew he had no chance with Sam anymore, but it hurt even worse to be shot down so hard. He didn’t even have a shot with Sam as just a friend.  Dalton was ready to just trudge off into the darkness and return to his solitary life when he felt a large hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see who it was… and up some more. Now that Dalton got a chance to see Jake up close, he could safely say that the lanky boy was staggeringly tall. Dalton felt dizzy just looking up at him. Not only was Jake huge, but he was also the last person Dalton ever expected to come to his side.  “If you’re serious about this, the whole being a better person thing. I’ll help you if I can. I’m not saying we can be friends, but I’ll give you a chance to prove yourself. You’re going to be starting way in the red, though.” Dalton’s face lit up as he heard Jake’s words. He was being given a second chance, and he was determined not to waste it.  “What the hell.” Tyler chimed in with a grin as he extended a hand to Dalton. “It’s not like you can get any worse, right?” Dalton could tell by Tyler’s expression that the buff blonde didn’t mean anything bad with his little jab. Dalton figured that learning to handle good natured ribbing like this would be part of his reinvention anyway.  All eyes turned to Sam. He was still holding out, but his resolve was fading. Fortunately Dalton stepped up to break the tension. “I know I have a lot to atone for. I don’t expect an answer from you so soon, but maybe some day I will be able to prove myself to you.”  Sam raised an eyebrow as he appraised Dalton. He certainly looked honest and eager enough, just maybe he would be able to turn himself around. “Ok. Fine. Prove it. I’ll be waiting.”  Sam’s response was fairly noncommittal, but it was enough to renew Dalton’s hope. “I’ll get started right away. I hope that some day I’ll be good enough for you.” Dalton began to back away; the smile on his face was both pained and happy. “Until next time.” Dalton gave a quick nod to everyone and then turned and walked back to his car. The three boys watched Dalton walk off into the distance. None of them were really sure how they felt about his change of heart. Tyler had other questions on his mind though. “Why did you decide to support him, anyway?” Tyler asked Jake. Jake thought about it for a minute before responding. “Well… I guess you could kind of say I empathized. I know what it’s like to really want to change who you are.”  Tyler looked sympathetically at Jake; the pain was obvious in his eyes. “Do you really dislike yourself that much?” Jake again too a moment to think before responding, “I’ve… had my moments, yes, but I’ve been getting better lately. Coming out helped a lot, actually. I had been dreading it for as long as I have known I liked dudes, but now that I have done it I kind of wish I had done it years ago.” “Well. I think you’re perfect as you are, but if you want to, let’s make the new Jake even better than the old.” Tyler cheered on his boyfriend.  Sam’s eyes lit up as he jumped in on the conversation. “Wait, does this mean he’s getting a makeover?”  “I swear, Sammy, sometimes you’re almost too gay to function.” Tyler teased.  “Whatever, blondie. I’m still a black belt and can kick your ass.” Sam jokingly retorted.  “Oooh. I think I like sassy Sammy.” Tyler commented, and all three boys laughed. They laughed in part because of the joke but mostly because they were glad the crazy ordeal was behind them all. The past few days had been some of the best and worst times of their lives.  Eventually Tyler managed to stop his laughter enough to speak again. “Let’s head back home. We’ve got class early tomorrow morning,” Tyler then sidled up close to Jake and gave his butt a playful squeeze. “and a hot date tomorrow night.”

Chapter 40 - Geno-type pt. 40

Jake pulled the jeep off the main road and wound his way along the narrow dirt path leading up to the hill they usually camped at. Jake’s boner had deflated a bit from the stress of dealing with the officer, but he was still incredibly aroused; causing his dick to be super sensitive. The rocking and rumbling of the jeep on the uneven terrain was rattling Jake to his core; turning his body into a six foot three inch vibrator that buzzing his cock back to life. The show from the back seat wasn’t hurting either. Tyler was still hard at work giving Sam the ride of his life.             Tyler was still sitting in the back with Sam; working over every available inch of the boy’s body with his tongue and kisses; every inch of Sam’s body except for right on the lips. Jake was a little jealous of all the attention that Sam was getting, even though he knew the reasons, but seeing Tyler avoid the lips filled Jake with pride. Jake couldn’t even be sure that Tyler was doing it on purpose, but there was something about the lips. Jake couldn’t really put it to words, but it was something special, something sensual. A good passionate kiss right on the lips was something Tyler saved for his one true love.             As pleased as Jake was to know that he had Tyler’s love, he wished he could have Tyler’s jizz as well. Sam had somehow managed to get more of it than Jake had over the last few days, as was evidenced by the roughly sixty feet tall spire of cock rising out of the back of the jeep. Sam’s smallest size rivaled that of Jake’s biggest. Jake wanted to put the jeep into park right then and there; just slam to a stop, climb out, and suck off Tyler’s cock right then and there. Jake could tell that Tyler was getting close to blowing. Tyler’s massive cock was standing at attention; beads of pre dribbling out through the fabric of his briefs, which were struggling in vain to hold back the rigid shaft. The droplets of pre crashed against the hood of the car like basketball sized water balloons.             Jake could barely keep his eyes on the road. Tyler’s tightly packed shaft was demanding as much of his attention as he could spare. Jake knew they only had maybe another five minutes of driving until they reached the hill, but he had been waiting for this all day. Watching his boyfriend and their new friend so thoroughly out grow him was driving him mad. It didn’t help that every outline of Tyler’s cock was clearly visible through those briefs. Tyler’s growth from earlier had almost made him too big for his pants to hold back. Even just another inch or two and Tyler’s cock would burst forth from its prison; raining pre down upon the passengers as it jumped into the air like Free Willy.             Jake had to try and divert his attention away from the huge cocks occupying the car and especially away from his own dribbling hardon. Jake had an idea though… One that might just work, even. Jake kept on hand on the steering wheel and casually placed a hand on Tyler’s erect cock that was jutting out along side him. Tyler’s huge nuts were effectively occupying the front passenger seat, and the shaft extended up from there; resting atop the front window as it hung over the front of the vehicle like a ladder in an old school fire truck. “I really love how big it’s gotten” Jake cooed as he softly ran his hand along the shaft. “It looks good on you. Don’t you agree?”             Tyler could not respond. He was too horny to think clearly. His single minded focus on ensuring that Sam’s cock didn’t droop prematurely was all that was keeping him from blowing his own load across the road before them. Jake couldn’t help but think how amazing it would be to watch Tyler’s cock unload a torrent of jizz across the road while they were driving. The force would make it difficult for Jake to steer as he drove against the current. A volley of spooge launching out from the mounted cock cannon as if Jake’s jeep were some erotic G.I. Joe prototype vehicle. Their latest non-lethal form of weaponry was to cause all of the Cobra goons to get dicks so huge that they were no longer mobile. Jake would be one of the first new recruits for Cobra if that came to be. He would throw himself out in the line of fire again and again until he was no longer physically capable of doing so.             Jake wasn’t trying to get Tyler off though, not yet anyway. He wanted to get Tyler to the point where he was so lost in the fog of sex that he wouldn’t be able to block out Jake’s suggestions. Jake knew that Tyler liked growing; he was just too rational under pressure to risk allowing himself to get too big. Tyler had slipped up a few times before and let himself grow when he was too turned on. Jake was going to use that to his advantage.             Jake could tell that Tyler was almost completely gone by now. He was only barely functional as he focused on keeping Sam’s erection in check. Jake decided this was his best chance. “Hey, Tyler.”             All Tyler could manage was a simple “Hm?” At least Jake knew Tyler could at least hear him through the haze in his mind.             “I was just thinking how amazing your dick is. I wish there was more to it.” Jake could feel Tyler’s dick give a shudder of agreement. So Tyler wanted this too, but he’s just too afraid to let himself get caught up? Jake was going to enjoy taking advantage of Tyler’s loss of inhibitions. “You agree don’t you? You want to be bigger for me?”             Jake could hear the fabric of Tyler’s pants straining to hold his growing erection in. He could feel the shaft getting bigger, harder, thicker. “That’s right babe. Bigger and bigger. As big as you want and then some. There is no need to hold back anymore.”             Jake brought the vehicle to a complete stop. They weren’t at their destination yet, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of his boyfriend’s ever expanding bulge to focus on driving anymore. He could feel himself getting harder and harder as he watched the fabric that was holding back his lovers immense schlong slowly give way.  Jake’s own massive cock gave a twitch of anticipation with each and every stitch that popped. Stitch after stitch popped out as Tyler’s cock slowly increased in size. The pouch of his briefs was already packed over capacity. It was just a matter of time before Tyler’s colossal cock burst forth from below the surface and let its juices rain down upon the earth like Lavos, but Jake wasn’t about to leave things well enough alone. He didn’t want to watch the cock slowly break the seal. He wanted to watch as his lover’s cock shredded its way free; as it burst forth like a newborn xenomorph from some poor creature’s chest.            Jake turned up the sexy in his voice as he continued to goad Tyler on. “Just like that, but you can have so much more. You want so much more. I want you to have so much more. If not for yourself then do it for me.” That last line seemed to strike a chord with Tyler. His growth launched into overdrive. His clothing didn’t even make an attempt to hold him back as his cock and balls swelled up faster and faster. Tyler’s cock, which was now free from its confines swung upwards; raining down pre upon the car and its passengers. Jake watched in awe as a giant glob of cum slipped through. It arced slowly through the air, the momentum from the backswing causing it to spin and stretch in midair until it became a spinning strand of jizz with large white globules on each end. It looked like a giant gooey bola snare slinging through the sky. Jake unbuckled his seatbelt and began to get out of the car. He had to see if he could catch it. Jake was focused on nothing but the giant jizz snare as it flung through the sky. He was losing hope. It was moving too fast for him to catch it. He’d just have to catch the next one. If Jake had been paying more attention to the destination of the errant globule instead of just its location he may have noticed the collision course with the largest cock the world has ever seen; a cock that was soon to be getting even larger. Jake had already given up his chase and turned to turn his attention back to draining his growing lover. He gave one last wistful look back at the one that got away, right in time to see the long gooey strand splatter across the side of Sam’s monolithic spire. Tyler could hear the jeep creaking under him as he continued to expand. Jake had already left he car, which was good for Tyler because it gave him more room to expand outward. His nuts had already burst forth from their container and filled up the entire front seating area of the car. The car horn was honking from the weight of his person sized nut pressing against it. The abrasive noise helped him snap back to reality. He had really let loose and turned his growth into high gear. He tried to stop it, but it was like trying to plug a broken dam with a sink stopper. He could slow the flow down a little, but in no way could he stop it. The best he could do was try and get as far away from the vehicle as he could before he crushed their only means of getting home… if it was even possible to go home after this. He was getting far too big to ever get into the jeep again. Tyler rolled out the side of the jeep. His now much larger packaged had such a high center of gravity now that it easily rolled right over the door frame without any trouble. Tyler strained against his own swelling junk. Amazingly enough, it was actually sliding. Tyler couldn’t even process the sheer inhuman strength it must take to move such a large mass of flesh, but he was doing it. Slowly but surely, he made his way up the hill. He trudged inch after inch as his equipment surged forth in size. He couldn’t even see the jeep or anything other than his ever swelling balls. He just had to hope that he was getting far enough away from the vehicle that their ride would be safe. After what felt like forever, Tyler’s growth slowly began to come to a halt. He had no idea how far he had traveled, or if it had even been far enough. He just knew that he could not travel any farther. He was too tired. His junk was too big. Tyler used the last of his strength to hop up and roll forward on his planetoid like nuts. Gravity carried him up and over; one of the benefits of dragging his junk uphill. Tyler didn’t think his nuts would be quite large enough to be classified as a planetoid. After all, Pluto had lost its planetary status, and it was lot larger that he was… Although, the set of balls down the hill was a whole nother story.   Sam had been too lost in the pleasure of Tyler’s passionate kissing to pay any attention to is surroundings, but Tyler had stopped trying to keep him aroused and the car had stopped. Sam’s slowly de-fogging mind was slowly piecing things together. They must have already reached their destination. Sam was glad that that road trip was over. Maybe now Tyler might actually hurry up and finish what he started. That one little spooge he dropped on that cop car was not nearly enough to satisfy him. He was rock hard, and his nuts were brimming with spunk. Sam slowly managed to open his eyes and take stock of his surroundings. They were definitely off the beaten path. It was nice and secluded out here, and Sam liked that. There was no one around to spy on them as they enjoyed their new sizes. On top of that, they were so far away from the city that Sam could clearly see all the starts in the sky. They looked so beautiful. Sam looked around at the canvas of light above him. He could see the belt of Orion, the cluster of stars that made up Cassiopeia, and even the spinning strand of the Milky Way careening right towards him. Time seemed to slow down as the realization of what was happening dawned on him. The stray strand of cum collided with his already mountainous cock. Sam could do nothing but laugh as he felt the next wave of growth well up inside of him. Jake shuddered as he heard Sam’s laughter. It was a crazed laughter of someone who had just given up and accepted the insanity of the situation. Jake tried to get a rough estimate of just how big Sam currently was. Sam had grown so much in just the span of the night. Starting at a very large five footer and expanding to his currently monumental size. How big was he? Bigger than Jake’s top size by now, so probably over sixty feet, and expanding by the second. Jake staggered back as he tried to keep his eyes on the ever rising tip of Sam’s cock. Jake tried to think over what he knew. Sam had been exposed to so much in such a short amount of time. Sam was also still holding on to his smaller size, which in this case was just going to make the growth spurt bigger in the long run. Tyler had just grown a lot as well, further increasing the potency. All in all this was the perfect storm. Jake was upset. In part with Sam for outgrowing him even more, but mostly with himself for causing this mess in the first place. As Sam’s balls spilled over the edges of the platform they were resting on, Jake realized he would have to move fast. He hopped back into the drivers seat and put the car in neutral. His only hope was that he could guide the vehicle along enough that it would not be caught under Sam’s ever growing girth, and maybe, if he’s lucky, to steer it away from Tyler. Jake felt like a bit of an action hero as he tried to escape being crushed between to ever expanding masses of flesh. He was really stuck between a cock and a hard place here. Sam had accepted his fate. He was ready to just lie back and let himself outgrow the countryside. He had to wonder what he had done to deserve such a fate. Was it because he had lusted after someone who was already taken? There were worse ways to end up than stranded atop your own mountain sized dong, he supposed. Sam could feel the jeep lurch forward as his nuts bumped up against it. At this rate, he was going to end up crushing Jake’s car under the weight of his massive balls. Sam was ready to accept his fate, but he’d be damned before he let it hurt his friends. Sam pulled himself up from his awkward seating position in the back seat and began climbing up his own building sized sac. They weren’t yet up the hill, but Sam hoped that, maybe with the slight incline they already had, he could use the forces of gravity to free the jeep from under him. Jake looked out the rearview mirror and could see Sam scaling his own sack. If they played their cards right it might be possible for Jake to get out of there with his jeep intact. Jake watched Sam intently as he placed his hand on the gearshift. Sam crawled over the crest of his massive balls and held on for life. Sam’s new position was enough to shift the direction at which he was expanding out from. The downward force from the weight of his junk was sliding forward, taking almost all of the weight off of the large flatbed that was between his now giant nuts. Jake saw the chance and went for it. He slammed the jeep into drive and peeled out. His wheels spun in vain or a few seconds has he muttered for then to get their asses in gear. Finally they got enough traction to wrench the flatbed out from the gigantic mass that it had so easily carried until just moments ago. Jake sped off, off the road and around towards the back of Tyler. He had to be sure his jeep was safely out of range of what was coming next. Jake found a nice parking spot and then walked back to where Tyler was. Something caught his attention though. There was a sound, almost as if the earth itself was groaning under the force pressing down on it. Jake ran up the rest of the way up the hill. As he cleared the crest he could see it all clearly. Sam had gotten bigger… much bigger. Sam was pressed up against the giant wall of flesh that was his own cock shaft. It was impossibly huge already, but he knew that was only the tip of the iceberg. All this growth had worn him out. His giant erection stretch up into the sky. One hundred feet? Two hundred? Sam could feel the cool moisture as what few clouds there were in the sky above him floated across the tip of his dick. His shaft could already reach the clouds, but it was about to get a lot bigger. Sam could not hold back anymore. He gave one last, long sigh of defeat as he released his full size. His cock and balls expanded exponentially. Sam’s stomach dropped as he was hurled into the air atop his rapidly expanding nuts, as if he was on some shitty carnival ride. Only this time, there wasn’t a way back down. Sam was stuck way up, a few hundred feet off the ground, atop his own mountain sized nuts. Sam grappled onto the loose skin of his shaft, both for the extra warmth but mainly for the security. Sam didn’t like being this high up. The air felt thin. Sam was getting dizzy from the lower amount of oxygen and from good old fashioned vertigo. Despite his nerves and his dizziness, Sam felt so glad to be released. The sheer size of his package was amazing, too. Sam tried to look up and see how much he could see, but the shaft extended off into the heavens hundreds of feet above him. It vanished into the darkness well below the tip. Sam could barely even see the ends on either side of the sheer wall of flesh spread out before him. Sam felt more like he was hugging a big, warm, soft Sears Tower instead of being pressed up against his own dick. Sam needed to get down and get off. He wasn’t sure how to get down, but he sure as hell knew how to get off. He just needed to fight his fear and let go. Sam braced himself and let go of the handfuls of nutsack that he had grabbed onto to steady himself. He held his breath for a second as he anticipated the fall that would follow, but it never came. Sam was snugly nestled between his two gargantuan nuts; he was never really in any danger of falling. With this huge weight off of his mind, Sam could finally focus on more important matters. Sam was glad that he had no shortage of lube. He had been leaking pre non stop since his growth spurts had hit. By now he was more or less laminated in it. He would prefer to get off by stroking himself, but that was a physical impossibility at the moment. Instead he’d just have to use the back door method. Sam was learning to love anal play. He was getting pretty good at it, too. It’s a good thing, because at his current measurements he doubted he could even properly fuck The Great Blue Hole of Belize. Sam played at his hole while he thought about anything that could help bring him closer to blowing his load. The first face that flashed into his mind was Dalton. Sam tried to think about the guy he was supposed to be dating tonight. Dalton was alright looking, but for some reason it did nothing for Sam. Sam was pretty much over him. Being with Jake and Tyler had helped him realize what a relationship should be. Even though they were both very open with Sam and let him join in their lovemaking, it was very clear to Sam that Jake and Tyler were meant for each other, and Sam didn’t have that feeling with Dalton. It had been nice at first, but Sam was ready for something better. The next face that popped into his mind was Lyle’s. The cute redhead seemed nice enough, but Sam didn’t know much about him yet. Sam would have to call him up sometime and see if he’d be willing to come visit. It’s not like Sam was going to be able to go anywhere. That might make for some awkward dates, but hey, maybe he’s into that. By now Sam had all four of his fingers up there, poking and prodding around. He was close, but none of the mental stimulation worked for him. He had the one guy he was over and the one guy he didn’t know yet. All that left was the one guy Sam could never have. His heart ached and his cock throbbed as he thought about Tyler. Sam loved everything about that guy. Just thinking of his face, his smile, the passionate kissing he had just had for the past almost two hours was almost enough to bring Sam to climax. The extra work on his backdoor did the rest. Sam was cumming and he was cumming hard. He fired jet after jet of warm spunk high into the troposphere. Some of the smaller droplets that flung farther into the sky were buffeted by the high altitude winds and carried away. Large glops of spooge crashed down like meteorites from miles around, but the vast majority of Sam’s spunk flooded out into the open plains around them. The surrounding region was flooded by jizz. The lake of cum almost managed to reach up as high as where Jake and Tyler were on the hill before Sam finally stomped cumming. Once he was spent, the hundreds of gallons of spooge could slowly be allowed to dissipate; either by being absorbed into the soil or by spreading out even farther. The surrounding miles of field were reduced to a cum riddled marshland in a matter of minutes. That orgasm blew Sam’s mind. He had unloaded a volume of jizz that rivals the amount of water most reservoirs can hold. The pleasure had coursed up and down the hundreds of feet of shaft as he split the sky with a hail of semen. Fortunately it was already quite dark out or the spectacle would have been visible for miles and miles. As it were, onlookers might have noticed large swathes of the sky go inexplicably dark as quarter mile cumshots arced through the air and blotted out the stars. Sam lay there atop his colossal endowments as he soaked up the afterglow. He could feel himself slowly sinking, but it took him a few minutes to realize why. He was so high up in the sky that clouds were wafting over his exposed body, leaving a blanket of crisp, cool dew over him. The cool water was steadily bringing him back down to a smaller size. It isn’t a more manageable size; just a smaller one. Sam was still stuck up there even after he shrunk down, but his flaccid shaft was now down to a little over one hundred feet instead of the several hundred from earlier. His huge balls had also gone down in size, both from dumping their load and from the cool mist. Sam was now stuck only around fifty feet off the ground as he lie there gently nestled between his two enormous globes. “Well lookie here. You really let yourself go, didn’t you, Sammie Boy?” Sam didn’t need to be able to see over the edges of his gigantic balls to know who that was. Only one person would ever call him “Sammy Boy,” and judging by the points of pressure working their way up the side of Sam’s nut, Dalton was on his way up to see Sam right now. Sam got a look at Dalton as the other boy managed to pull himself atop one of Sam’s colossal cum factories. Dalton appeared to be completely naked. Sam adjusted his glasses and got a better look. Nope, he was right the first time. Dalton had nothing on but his round John Lennon style glasses, his grey messenger bag, and a smug self righteous smile. “I hope you don’t mind my attire, but I didn’t feel like getting my clothes dirty as I swam here after your little display, and besides” Dalton gave Sam’s now soft shaft a pat that was both playful and condescending. “I was feeling a little overdressed for he occasion.” It’s true. Now that Dalton mentioned it, even Sam felt a little silly wearing nothing but his glasses and Tyler’s hoody, which Tyler had long since unzipped during the intense ride. Sam’s glare narrowed a bit as he responded, “Dalton.” Dalton spread his arms in a gesture of mock indignation while wearing a self assured grin on his face. “Hello? What’s with no hello?” Sam rolled his eyes in response. “We are un-hello now.” Dalton’s smug look softened a bit as he scooched closer to Sam. “Come on, don’t be that way. I said I was sorry about this morning, and I meant it. Come on. Give me a chance to make it up to you.” Sam sighed and shook his head. “No… I think it best you get going.” Sam fished into his pocket and pulled out a small jar. Good. The lid stayed on this time. “Here. Take this. Think of it as a peace offering or maybe a sign that I mean you no ill will. This is what you were really here for anyway, isn’t it?” Dalton eyes went wide when he saw the jar. “Is this what I think it is?” Dalton quickly scooped up the jar and then began pacing along the spongy surface of Sam’s titanic cock wile he worked at the lid. Finally he managed to pop the seal open. It sure smelled like jizz, a little stale, but spooge nonetheless. Dalton dipped a finger in hesitantly. He braced himself for what was coming next. He waited for his own growth spurt. The growth he had fantasized about since he first saw Jack and Taylor on camera. He waited… but nothing happened. Sam was also waiting. He thought for sure it would work. Would Dalton be angry with Sam for giving him a dud? Sam was suddenly extremely apprehensive. He knew what Dalton was like when he was angry, and Sam had nowhere he could escape to. Sam started to panic as Dalton turned to face him… but Dalton was smiling? Dalton turned back to Sam and chuckled a bit. “It’s a little out of date there, kiddo. The nanites must have gone inert, but no worries.” Sam was confused. Nanites? What is he talking about? Dalton could tell that Sam was completely baffled. “Kids these days. Didn’t it ever occur to you to read the instructions? Hmm… No I suppose it wouldn’t.”  Dalton continued to pace as he rattled off all that he knew about the alien science. He seemed to really enjoy being smarter than everyone else, or at least better informed. He carried with him an air of authority and superiority as he explained it all. “Well let’s just say this. Your friend over there has gotten in contact with nanites, alien nano-technology. It’s all in the book, See? When these little buggers get into your system, they fuse with your genetic makeup. Whoever programmed them set them to fuse with your dicks, and the way these things work is they attach themselves to the host body and replicate and replicate. Did you ever stop to think of why it spread via semen?” Dalton knelt down and patted Sam’s huge nut as he continued. “You’ve got your own personal nano-factory right here. The cum production center of the human body was a perfect match for them. Drawing from the body’s natural ability to generate the protein strains they need to survive, they just enhanced it. Don’t you see? You’re a host to these things. They can’t wait to spread to new hosts, hosts which are all too willing to be taken.” Dalton stood back up and began his pacing. Each step had a smug swagger to it as he continued to elucidate. “They aren’t supposed to be quite this virulent, though. Your host controller doesn’t know how to do its job… or should I saw, his job?” Dalton nodded off into the distance towards another massive dick upon the hill. “He could do so much more with these nanites if he just bothered to learn to control them, and now look at you two. Immobile slaves to microscopic robots.  It’s a good thing you called me here. No telling where this would have gone if left unchecked.” Dalton was rock hard by now. He was even dribbling a little pre as well. Sam wasn’t sure if Dalton was getting excited about what was about to happen or if he was just really getting off on his little superiority speech, but either way, Dalton was loving it. Dalton casually stroked his engorged member as he explained. “These nanites can’t function without a host body though. No power. They eventually go inert and become completely harmless. Not dead, just inert. They were never really alive to begin with. So you see, all we have to do… is…” Dalton was losing his ability to keep his calm, smug demeanor going as he came closer and closer to the edge. He couldn’t hold it back, nor did he want to. He let out a low grunt as he began cumming. He grasped his cock and made sure to aim the stream of jizz so that a lot of it landed in the jar filled with Tyler’s stale spunk. Dalton was laughing through his ragged, shallow breathes as he pumped more and more of his fresh cum into the jar. The spooge was already flowing over the edges, but still he kept shooting more and more spunk into the mix. The force of Dalton’s cumshots caused the jar to tip over; spilling the contents all over Sam’s already monstrous dick. Sam watched is shock and horror as the spooge spread across him. Almost instantly he could feel himself growing again. Dalton was right. The nanites just needed to be reenergized. Sam began to panic as his growth surged upwards. He couldn’t decide if he should stare on in awe or close his eyes in fear. His nuts were swelling around him; the tip of his cock was vanishing in the distance. Sam was getting close to a breakdown. He was sitting on an aircraft carrier sized cock, and this was as small as he would ever be. Every second he got bigger and bigger with no hope of going back. He could never go home again. Even if they had some way of moving him, he was not far larger than his house. He’d never be able to have a boyfriend; anyone who wanted to date him would need to be airlifted up to meet him. Tears streamed down Sam’s face as he realized that his life was over. Dalton knelt down before Sam and patted him on the cheek, “There there, kiddo. I promised to make it up to you, and I will. For now, just enjoy the ride.” Dalton scooped up a handful of jizz from off of Sam and began smearing it up and down his shaft. Almost immediately he could feel the nanites soaking in and doing their job. He had already been completely drained of jizz, but watching Sam inflate beneath him had gotten him turned on again. Dalton wasted no time stroking his now enlarging shaft, using the mixture of cums beneath him to coat him shaft. Sam continued to sob, in spite of Dalton assurances that it would be ok. Dalton was trying to be cool and level headed, here, but this brat just kept crying. The silent sobbing was grating on his nerves. “Listen up, Sammy Boy. I’m trying to help you. So, just… just shut up, will ya?” Dalton couldn’t stand this kids crying. He had to do something to shut him up. A wicked grin spread across Dalton’s face as he thought of just the thing. “Sounds like baby needs his pacifier.” He said as he pinched Sam’s nose. Sam had to open his mouth to get air now that his nose was sealed off. He made a gasp for air between sobs, but soon his mouth was plugged too. Dalton rammed his thick cock into Sam’s mouth the second it opened up for him. Dalton’s thick dick was slowly expanding outward. It had already hit the foot mark and it continued its slow steady march outside of the realm of realistic proportions. There. Dalton had managed to shut him up and get a blowjob out of the deal. Well, it wasn’t so much Sam giving him a blowjob so much as it was Sam sobbing with a dick in his mouth, but Dalton wasn’t going to be too picky about it. It shut the kid up, which was really all Dalton wanted in the first place. Sam should really be thanking him anyway. This tantrum was so immature. Sam didn’t have the will to fight back. He had decided to just accept having Dalton’s slimy cock in his mouth and ride this out. Fortunately Dalton had let go of his nose as soon as he had gotten his dick in Sam’s mouth, so at least Sam could breathe. Sam wasn’t pleased with the way this night was going at all. He was thinking that this would give him some closure with Dalton, but instead he just had more bad blood between the two of them. To make matters worse, this smug asshole was getting off on all this, all while trying to play at having the moral high ground. Sam was especially irritated by how Dalton kept treating him like a little kid, even though they were very close in age. Sam was no longer sobbing. Instead he was glaring angrily as he sucked Dalton’s cock. Dalton liked that look on Sam’s face. That look of defiance, even in the face of all that was happening. It somehow made Dalton feel empowered. Dalton had just cum a minute ago, but he was already ready to go again. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back as he pumped his spunk down Sam’s throat. Dalton blasted his load inside of Sam while he thought about how much power he had over Sam. Sam was guzzling up all the cum he could to keep himself from choking, but it was getting hard to keep it all down. His stomach was getting filled to the brim with Dalton’s jizz, and Dalton’s steadily growing cock was getting harder for Sam to take in his mouth. He could already feel the strain of his jaws from trying to open wide enough to allow the thick shaft entrance. Sam finally couldn’t take anymore and pulled back from Dalton’s huge dick. Dalton was not nearly done cumming, though. Jet after jet sprayed Sam in his face. Completely coating his face and glasses; effectively blinding him. Dalton didn’t mind that Sam had pulled out on him. He was impressed the boy had held out so long. It also didn’t hurt that Dalton was feeling even more empowered as he showered the little cumdumpster’s face with his jizz. Dalton’s stream of cum slowed to a halt as he was finally spent another time.             Dalton looked around. There was no telling how huge Sam was now. The surface of his sack seemed to stretch off into the darkness in all directions. It was almost impossible to tell just how huge his nuts were, and his dick was right out.             Dalton knelt down in front of Sam again and playfully patted his cheek. “Hey now, don’t give me that look. I promised you a surprise, and now you’re getting it. You ready?”             Sam was about ready to give Dalton a piece of his mind, but before he could say anything Dalton put a finger to Sam’s lips. “Sshhh. Now is not the time. Just sit back and let me show you the big surprise.” Sam let out a sound similar a growl as he grumbled in frustration. If he wasn’t pinned down by his own needlessly huge junk, he would walk over there and  kick that Dalton’s now soccer ball sized nuts up into his throat. Maybe that would wipe that smug, holier-than-thou look off his face.             Dalton traced a line around Sam’s lips with his finger; scooping up the cum as he went. All the while, Dalton was fishing his tablet out of his backpack was his other hand. Dalton drew symbols on the pad with his cum coated finger while Sam looked on in confusion. Dalton loved the look of complete bewilderment on Sam’s face. It made him feel smarter and more in control, which was what he was. Dalton smiled at Sam as the screen lit up, “Bingo! We’re in business now.”             Sam had no idea what Dalton was talking about or what he was doing, but he was shocked by what Dalton showed him next. Dalton flipped his tablet around so that the touchscreen was facing Sam. Sam could see the strange symbols that Dalton had drawn on the screen were glowing. The previously murky white jizz strokes were now glowing blue, as if they were alive with some sort of magical energy. Beneath the symbols, Sam could see a green sign flashing on the screen. “Access granted.”            Access granted? Access to what? Sam did not have time ponder this for long because soon he felt like he was falling. He grabbed on to the skin around him, hoping to slow his fall, but the handfuls of flesh seemed to shrink in the palms of his hands. Desperately Sam grabbed for grip after grip, but each time his handles dwindled away as the ground beneath him gave way.             Dalton watched the boy frantically scramble for some purchase. He found it hilarious how Sam could not figure out what was happening. If he would just calm down for a second and think, the whole situation would be painfully obvious, but no. Sam was too busy panicking to enjoy Dalton’s gift. Dalton just stood atop Sam’s ever dwindling cock with a bemused look of smug satisfaction on his face. When Sam’s shaft was small enough, Dalton hopped down and straddled it like a seesaw until it was small enough for him to casually land on his feet.             Sam’s landing was less graceful. He landed hard on his ass in a giant pool of his own spunk. He looked around at the lake of jizz he was sitting in. Sam stared in awe as he realized this massive crater was actually just the imprint of where his monstrously huge nuts had been resting just moments before. The water level, if it can be called that, was up to Sam’s chest. The hoody he was wearing was now completely soaked. He could only hope that maybe someday all this spooge would wash out.             Sam staggered to his feet. The spooge was still up past his knees, but the bottom of his newly reduced cock skimmed the surface of the murk below. Sam looked down at his new size in bewilderment. It was still much larger than an average person’s, but it seemed so small to Sam now.             Dalton noted Sam’s confusion and strode over to the other boy. He place a hand on Sam’s shoulder reassuringly and said. “Fourteen inches. Right where you were when I rode you last time.” Dalton then leaned close and whispered into Sam’s ear. “Now play nice and I’ll let you do it again.”

Chapter 49 - Epilogue

Sam let out a stream of colorful expletives as the J’avo managed to survive the steady stream of bullets just long enough to cause Sam’s combo to break. He was so close to an S clear too. He continued to unload into the crowd of zombie mutant bugmen with far less gusto now that he had no chance at a new high score. Had he been interrupted even just a second earlier he would have been very annoyed, but as it was he actually welcomed the brief diversion of his friend Tyler charging in the front door.       Tyler was extremely eager to go and see his lover. Even without the sparkle in his eyes or the glow in his cheeks, his eagerness to reunite with his boyfriend would have been painfully obvious by the massive tent in his pants; pre was already seeping through the fabric of Tyler’s custom fit briefs.  Sam knew all too well what it was that had Tyler all hot and bothered; Jake had been sexting Tyler all through his physical examination. Jake had even enlisted Sam’s more colorful vocabulary to really get Tyler hot under the collar. Both boys had laughed as they imagine Tyler’s massive manhood standing at full mast in the middle of the doctor’s office. They had wondered if the tip of the spire had scraped the ceiling of the waiting room as Tyler sat there trying to keep to himself.  Jake had originally grown Tyler’s cock to a huge size as a bit of a joke as his blonde lover was scrambling to get ready for his appointment, but Tyler surprised them both when he had slipped into the most roomy undies he had and asked Jake to finish the growing him until he filled out the entire front pouch. Sam and Jake watched in awe as Tyler swaggered off to his mom’s van with somewhere in the neighborhood of twelve feet of cock tightly packed into his draws. They could only imagine the kinds of looks and comments Tyler would get from everyone he encountered, especially considering the nature of his examination would require him to strip completely naked in front of the doctor. Sam had never wanted to be a doctor more in his entire life.       “Yo, Sammy. Is Jake here already?” Tyler asked excitedly.  Sam just nodded and pointed upstairs towards Tyler’s bedroom. Sam didn’t want to speak because it would detract from the glorious view before him as is buff friend rapidly peeled off article after article of clothing. Sam gazed lustily as all of his blond friend’s amazing muscles came into view. Sam’s breath caught in his chest as Tyler peeled off his tightly packed undies, revealing his hot, firm ass. Sam could feel his mouth water as Tyler’s huge balls became exposed. His gigantic nuts had seemed incredibly huge when being compressed under the tight fabric, but now that they were free it was obvious that they were in fact even larger. The magnificent orbs hit the ground with a soft thud as the fell free from their prison; each glorious sphere was the size of a large bean bag chair and crested right at about Tyler’s waist.  Once his nuts were free, it was finally time for Tyler’s colossal dick to see the light of day. Sam could feel his own sizeable member getting harder and thicker by the moment as he watched the lewd spectacle before him. Tyler’s shaft was far thicker than his whole body and at least twice as tall. Sam couldn’t help but wonder how he had even managed to move with that thing, especially while he was in the cramped doctor’s office.  “Thanks, Sammy.” Tyler responded with a lascivious wink as he bundled up and threw his pre-dampened briefs in Sam’s face and turned to head upstairs. Sam reached to pull the soaked pants out of him face, but he stalled for a moment to soak up the smell and taste. Sam wondered briefly if he had tarried too long, but then remembered that if anything, Tyler would take it as a compliment.  When Sam finally mustered up the restraint to pull the briefs from his face he saw that Tyler wasn’t even looking at him and was instead working him way awkwardly up the stairs. His gigantic nuts were making it very difficult for him to todder his way up each step. Tyler found himself wishing that he had waited a little longer to release the Kraken, but he was determined to get up those stairs and into the waiting arms of his tall lover.  Not a minute after Tyler had finally vanished into his own bedroom Sam heard the front door open yet again. This time it was Tyler’s mother entering the house. She took a quick look around at the hastily discarded raiments and gave Sam a questioning look. “Where’s Tyler?” Sam just pointed to Tyler’s bedroom and then made a circle with the pointer finger and thumb on one hand and ran his pointer finger from his other hand in and out to indicate that Tyler was well on his way to getting his Mack on with Jake. Mrs. Simmons roller her eyes muttered to herself as she picked up the loose articles of clothing. “That boy. I swear…” While she cleaned up, Sam casually hid the discarded pair of briefs for later use.  Molly Simmons was not at all surprised to see Sam there. After all, one of the main reasons they had moved the Xbox out into the living room was to give something for him to do when he wasn’t invited to join in when Jake and Tyler were going at it like bunnies.  Sam had become a bit of a fixture around the house after the strange week that they had all had a few months ago. Sam lived so far out in the country that he was effectively a prisoner in his own home during summer. Early into their summer vacation, Tyler had suggested that Sam stay at their place during the day. It was quickly agreed upon that Sam’s father would drop him off at Tyler’s house on his way into work and then pick him up again in the evening. Often times, Sam would even stay over for the night, especially when he worked the early shift the next morning; Sam’s new boyfriend had helped him get a job just down the street. Sam was now a fully certified coffee bitch. Molly was also not surprised to see several feet of Sam’s exposed semi slipping out from beneath the comforter he had been using to cover himself with. Nowadays it seemed like Sam was the only one of the three boys who had any sense of modesty. It was pretty standard to see Tyler and Jake bare-ass naked around the house and for their cocks to be varying sizes based on Jake’s mood. Sam’s attempts at modesty were often thwarted by Jake’s mischievous streak. She figured that that must have been what happened here, too. She rolled her eyes and gestured for Sam to go upstairs. “Looks like you had better take care of that. Use one of the safe rooms will you?” After the events of the night where Jake had learned to control his powers, Tyler’s bedroom was completely trashed. Fortunately Mr. Simmons had managed to get most of the cost of fixing it covered by their flood insurance. It had just been very difficult to explain how only two rooms in the upstairs had been damaged in the flood. Sam’s dad had stepped up to managed to project of remodeling Tyler’s room so that it contained all non-stick surfaces, non absorbent carpet, and plenty of drainage so that the boys could flood the room again and again with no further property damage. With the money they had saved from the discounts Sam’s dad had gotten and from having Sam, Jake, and Tyler do the bulk of the manual labor involved in remodeling the place, the Simmons family had had enough money left over to remodel the guest bedroom in the same way. Having the boys do the grunt work had been Sam’s dad’s idea. He figured it was the best way to have them atone for destroying the rooms in the first place. He had also had them all stay at his place for a week while they refinished Sam’s trashed bedroom in the same way.  Sam nodded and blushed. Even though she seemed completely cool with it, Sam still felt really embarrassed whenever Tyler’s mom saw his cock hanging out. Sam hid the used skivvies as best he could while he awkwardly trudged up the stairs; his own seven foot cock and massive ground scraping nuts made it very difficult for him to ascend. Once up the stairs he scurried down the hall and ducked into the guest room for a little private time.  Meanwhile Tyler was filling his lover in on the events of his appointment. Jake listened to Tyler give his account with rapt fascination as he lay atop his own massive cock; Jake propped his head up on his hands as he watched Tyler pace around telling his story. Jake wished he could have been there for it. If half of what Tyler was saying was true it would have been amazing to see.  “Look. I can neither confirm nor deny that there was a hot young track stud from a rival school also getting his yearly physical today.” Tyler gave Jake a mischievous wink to indicate that he was actually confirming and not denying. Jake’s could feel his already stiff cock get harder at the thought.  “Details, please.” Jake moaned. He already knew he was going to like this story. “Well, he was a nice enough guy, kinda cute, too; slim runner’s build, about Sam’s height, and curly brown hair.” Tyler explained. He acted like he was completely bored with the topic, but the playful glint in his eyes gave him away. He was just enjoying leading Jake on, and he could tell that his boyfriend was hanging on his every word.  “Get to the good stuff. How big was he?” Jake urged Tyler on. “Oh, well he was about six inches…” At this Tyler’s casual grin expanded into a large goofy grin. “To begin with.” Jake knew all too well what that meant. His enormous dick began to leak pre as he imagined the nameless boy’s cock growing to new heights as Tyler pumped him full of Jizz. Tyler had messed around a few times since Jake had gained control. At first they were worried Tyler had lost his ability to grow others, but if anything it had come back stronger than ever. Jake wasn’t sure how or why this happened, but he was not going to argue with it. It was no secret he loved seeing guys around town who now had cocks so large that it was physically impossible for them to hide it.  Tyler continued to tell his story to Jake about how he had been minding his own business in the waiting room just chilling and enjoying the stares he was getting from everyone there when Tyler saw the boy. At first the boy had been trying not to stare at Tyler’s massive junk, but once the sexts from Jake started and Tyler got rock hard, the brown haired voyeur made no attempts to hide his lustful gaze.  Tyler had just finished responding to one of Jake’s erotic texts with an  equally lascivious reply when he noticed the boy’s respectable boner. Apparently the young track star was so enraptured by Tyler’s colossal shaft that he no longer cared to hide his own erection. Tyler was already horny as hell and felt like spreading the love a little bit. He knew Jake wouldn’t mind; after all, it was his fault for getting Tyler so worked up in the first place.  “Mom. I’m going to go grab something from the car. Back in a few.” Tyler jumped up from his feet and lumbered towards the exit; his gigantic cock was bumping against the ceiling with each step. As he reached the door he turned back one last time to call to his mother again. “Mom! I forgot where we parked.” Mrs. Simmons sighed audibly and responded without even looking up from her three month old Time magazine. “Around the back towards the Burger King.”  “Oh that’s right.” Tyler responded with far too much theatrics. “Around the back of the office. Green van. Can’t miss it.” Tyler gave one last wink to the lean would-be track star and slipped out the door. He was surprisingly agile from one who was so weighed down by a bulge that was bigger than he was.  Max’s heart stopped. Somehow he just knew that the strangely hung boy had never really forgotten where his car was parked. That whole exchange with his mother had been a verbal cue for him to follow. Why else would he openly announce the color, model, and location of the vehicle he would be waiting. Max knew it was a stupid idea. He didn’t even know this guy, and he had no idea how he had such a gigantic cock. What he did know, though, was that the guy was smoking hot and seemed to be interested in him. Max waited a minute or two so that it wouldn’t be obvious he was following the hunky blond, and then he got up and slipped out the door as well.  Max followed the instructions and sure enough, there he was. The muscular boy was leaning against the side of the van with a smirk on his face that seemed to dare Max to come to him. Max was beyond reason by this point. He knew he needed to see that beast firsthand. Max walked over to the mysterious beauty and wasted no time in getting on his knees and pulling at the muscular hunk’s waistband.  “Eager aren’t we?” Tyler said with a sly grin. “Name’s Tyler by the way. I figured we ought to at least exchange pleasantries before I fuck your brains out.”  Max whimpered a bit as he looked up at the gigantic spire of cock that was towering over him. Tyler’s expression softened as he saw the fear in the kneeling boy’s eyes. “Oh, relax. I’m not gonna ram it in you. There are other ways for us to do it, and I guarantee it’s gonna feel great.”  This was all the encouragement Max needed. “Max. My name.” He managed to pant as he wrapped his fingers around Tyler’s waistband and began pulling down. Tyler stepped out of his short and underwear and helped brown haired boy with the rest of the task.  “Well Max. Once I’m done with you your name will have a whole new meaning.”  Tyler responded with a cocky grin. Max had no idea what Tyler was talking about, but once Tyler’s magnificent nuts flopped free he really didn’t care. As Tyler’s rock hard shaft became revealed, any thought that wasn’t directly related to what he was going to do to that amazing dick completely left him.  Max peeled his clothes off while he worked over the glorious shaft before him. He hugged it and kissed it. He ran is tongue up and down it. He was making love to it as if it was an actual person. He felt sadness wash over him whenever he had to pull himself away long enough to peel off whatever piece of clothing he was in the middle of stripping. Some part of him knew that they were in a public parking lot in broad daylight, but he really couldn’t care less.  Now that the boy was completely naked, Tyler could see that he was surprisingly hairy given his build. Max had a well defined treasure trail starting at his belly button and running down his tummy to a thick mass of curly brown pubes. Tyler couldn’t wait to turn the guy around so he could check out his ass too. He could only imagine he had a cute furry butt.  Tyler was already close to blowing his load just from the sexts he was receiving from Jake, and now that he had this other guy working him over he knew he couldn’t last long. In a matter of minutes he had let out a low moan followed by a few thick ropes of cum. Max watched in awe as the streams of spooge arced through the air. The spunk crashed down all around him, getting all over him in the process. One well positioned stream even splashed down right on top of his head as if he were in some form of erotic Nickelodeon game show.  Max just laughed as he felt the spunk soak him. It felt strangely good. It was so warm and pleasant; it was like a nice warm shower, but the water clung to him like a second skin instead of just rolling right off. He felt something different down below too. His cock and balls felt pleasantly warm and tingly. The sensation seemed to be intensifying with each passing second. Almost as if the source of the tingle was getting larger.  Max wiped some of the spooge from his eyes so he could see. What he saw shocked him. His once respectable six inch boner was creeping upwards. It had already hit the one foot mark and was showing no signs of slowing down. The growth finally came to a halt as the tip of his erection was even with his belly button. Max looked back up to Tyler; the shock and confusion was clearly visible on his face. “What? ... but how?” Tyler’s grin broadened. “You like it? Every time you get me off you’ll get a little bigger.” Max’s look of confusion turned to a look of lust. “Would you like that?” Max nodded as if in a trance.  “As much as I am enjoying this, I think you’d enjoy it more from back here.” Tyler teased as he grabbed his firm butt cheeks enticingly. Max came a little bit just thinking about it. It was obvious that Max really wanted to, but he currently had well over a foot of thick dick; the worry was clear on his face.  “Um… Are you sure? I mean… is that safe?” Even though Max was asking his he was already moving into position. Tyler laughed it off. “Of that’s nothing. I’ve taken some much larger dicks in my time. It’s amazing.” Then Tyler added with a wink, “You should try it sometime.”  Max’s face turned red as he gulped nervously. He was already ready to blow his load again. He just knew he had to get his dick into that fantastic ass before he did so. Max quickly moved around behind Tyler and aimed his rock hard cock at the muscular boy’s tight hole. Max slowly shoved his cock into the blonde’s ass. He was amazed at how easily it slid in; Tyler must have been telling the truth when he said he had taken far larger cocks before. Given his power it didn’t seem that far fetched. Max was already wondering how big he’d get from his next growth spurt.  Max wrapped his arms around the shorter boy’s torso and settled into a rhythm of thrusting in and out. Tyler felt so warm and tight around his dick. It just made Max want to hurry up and cum, but he knew he couldn’t blow his load just yet; he needed to get Tyler off if he wanted to  grow bigger… and bigger. Just thinking about how he was going to grow spurred him on to thrust harder, better, faster, stronger. He heard Tyler let out a low moan of ecstasy and knew that it was paying off.  Tyler had to admit that this new guy had promise. He really knew how to ream a guy senseless, and any second now the guy’s already impressive cock was going to get even bigger. Tyler usually tried to hold back and get a really impressive burst of jizz saved up, but this time he felt like he would cut loose early. The other boy really wanted to grow and Tyler could regenerate that much spooge almost instantly anyway.  When he felt the first orgasm welling up inside of him he didn’t even try to fight it. Instead of the usual large arcing jets of spunk, a steady stream of jizz seeped out of Tyler’s cock. Max wasn’t going to get dosed at this rate, but Tyler had an idea. He reached his arms around his impossibly thick shaft and scooped up gobs of cum with his fingers. “Open wide, Max. I’ve got a surprise for you.”  Max wasn’t even able to ask what the surprise was. He began to open his mouth, but then he saw Tyler’s jizz coated hands move back towards his face. Max needed no further goading. He knew what would happen when he made contact with the creamy white liquid and was all too eager to experience it again. He craned his neck so that he could lick Tyler’s fingers. He could feel the tingle in his cock almost the second his tongue touched Tyler’s fingers. He wanted more so badly. He leaned in farther and began sucking on Tyler’s fingers; with each suckle he could feel his cock growing larger and Tyler getting tighter.  Max came hard inside of Tyler’s ass. Several thick powerful jets filled the muscular boy’s body. Max couldn’t believe how much spooge he was pumping out. It was the best feeling he had ever experienced. He could only wonder if it was going to be this great every time he came.  When Max finally stopped cumming he pulled his softening cock out of Tyler. It made a sticky plopping noise as it came loose, and all his pent up spunk began to trickle out of Tyler’ blown out hole. Max was strangely proud of the damage he had done. He looked down at his newly enhanced equipment. His nuts were huge; each one was the size of a basketball, and his cock now hung down past his knees. He knew he could get even bigger, though, maybe even as big as the amazing guy in front of him.  Max walked back around to Tyler’s front and began licking off the stream of jizz that was trickling down the front of Tyler’s immense cock. Max needed everything he could get. He even began rubbing his body up against the magnificent cock, bathing in the shower of cum.  Tyler was impressed by the boy’s enthusiasm and decided to take things to the next level. He sifted his weight forward and rolled up on top of his gigantic cock. Max had to scramble out of the way in order to avoid being squished by the falling tower of wang. He looked at Tyler questioningly. Tyler responded by gesturing over towards the tip and giving Max a seductive grin.  Max understood perfectly. He got down on his knees in front of the gigantic cock head and began working it over with all he had. The entrance was so thick he could almost slip his body in there if he really wanted to. Part of him was fascinated by this and wanted to try it out, but he resisted and instead focused and working over the spongy head. He would occasionally slip a hand or tongue into the slit, which would illicit a moan from Tyler and a quick buck of approval from the giant cock.  Tyler was amazed at how good this guy was at handling such a humongous dick. He was ready to come again after just a few minutes, but he felt like holding back a little longer. He wanted to really give the boy a great soaking. Finally he was reaching his limit. With one final shudder Tyler let loose his full torrent of cum upon the eager runner.  Max stood in the blast as long as he could, letting the jets of cum crash against his chest. He could already feel his cock getting bigger and bigger. Each round of growth seemed to be exponentially larger. He couldn’t wait to see what his new size would be. Would he finally rival Tyler’s size? He hoped so, maybe even larger.  Max was spent. He was so exhausted from all the sex he had been having over the last hour that all he wanted to do was curl up in a ball hugging his giant dick and sleep. He cleared the spunk away from his eyes and marveled at just how big he had become. His cock was very close to Tyler’s size now. It was easily twice as big as Max’s body both in terms of thickness and in length. His massive nuts were like two large beanbag chairs that rested firmly on the ground. His eyes slowly moved upward to see the Tyler’s towering erection. “How about one more for the road.” Tyler said with a sexy smirk. Max knew he should stop. He was barely able to move as it was. If he got any larger he’d be stuck here, in a public place, completely naked, soaked in cum, and sporting what had to be the largest cock the world had ever seen. Somehow the idea seemed strangely appealing to him. How big would he get from one more dose? He was excited to find out. Max just nodded in agreement.  “Turn around.” Tyler commanded. Max looked at him confused. Just what was he planning?  “I want to see that ass of yours. I bet it’s a cute one.” Tyler explained. Max nodded and complied. He slowly managed to turn himself around and lean against his hefty balls, leaving his ass fully spread and exposed.  Tyler was impressed Max didn’t have much back there all things considered. He had a fairly flat but, actually, but it was definitely fuzzy and had an even thicker line of fur running straight up the crack. “Now hold that pose.’ Max turned to look back at Tyler. Again, the confusion was evident on his face. Tyler was again shifting his weight so that his cock was lying flat on the ground pointed right at Max’s cute butt. “I told you before, I’m going to fuck you senseless. Now just sit back and enjoy the ride.” Max was beyond doubting Tyler at this point. After all that had happened during their crazy sex party, nothing would surprise him anymore. If Tyler told him that he was going to shove that entire cock deep within him he would just shrug and say “sounds fun.”  As it was, Tyler didn’t shove his cock inside of Max at all. He positioned himself so the tip of his dick pressed right up against Max’s ass; the giant slit lined up nicely with the runner’s tight pucker. Tyler began thrusting back and forth. Each thrust caused his gigantic cock to slam into Max’s ass, shoving him up against his large, squishy nuts. The feeling wasn’t bad. It wasn’t near as amazing up actual sex, but having something so huge and spongy press up against his hole like that was strangely soothing, almost like a massage.  Max let himself rock back and forth with the rhythm. He could easily fall asleep like this, but he didn’t have time to drift off. In a matter of minutes he could feel Tyler’s humongous cock twitching at his back door. Tyler was about to blow again, and Max was going to get even larger. His heart thumped rapidly in his chest in anticipation.  Tyler slammed forward one last time, his massive cock pinning the runner to his own gigantic balls. Tyler’s aim was spot on. Max’s hole was directly in the line of fire as he pumped out more and more spooge. Max’s tight pucker could do nothing but get out of the way as powerful jets of cum forced their way in. Even though, Tyler’s cock was too big to enter him, Max was still having his ass pumped full of warm, thick spunk. It felt amazing, like having his ass pressure washed from behind, but somehow he felt like he would never get clean from this hosing.       Max was beginning to worry that he’d pop from all the cum being funneled into him, but he had nothing to worry about. The growth had already begun to take hold and Tyler no longer had a clear shot at his ass. Instead Tyler’s cock wildly sprayed jizz all over Max as his cock and balls continued to swell larger and larger.       When his growth finally topped off, Max could not believe how huge he was. He was resting atop his gigantic balls and was about even with the roof. He looked over and he could see into the Burger King next door. His balls were now far higher than the fence that separated the two establishments. Max could recognize some of the people staring back at him as friends and classmates from his school. They probably couldn’t recognize him through the thick layer of spunk that coated him, but if they could, what could they even say to him? He now had the biggest dick in school, and no one could deny it.       Tyler wiped off some the spunk off of him with Max’s clothes and got dressed. He had been relatively unscathed by the hail of jizz that blanketed much of the parking lot. Tyler took a second to make his hair presentable before heading into the Burger King and ordering a giant drink which he promptly filled with ice and water.       Tyler took a moment to admire his handy work before lobbing the super mega bladder buster into the air. The lid popped off on the way back down, showering Max in a deluge of frigid water and ice cubes. Max could feel his balls shrinking out from under him. He sighed inwardly. Of course it would be too good to be true…      When the shrinking stopped he found himself with two large beach ball sized nuts and an eight foot long cock. Far larger than what he had started with, but nowhere near the building sized cock he had had a minute ago. He slowly got to his feet and turned to face Tyler who was watching with a bemused grin.       Tyler could tell that Max was crestfallen and a little confused. He couldn’t help but think how this boy’s lust for size would rival that of a certain other sexy, brown haired dude that Tyler loved so very much. “That’s a good look for you.” Tyler teased. “but of course you know, it’s not permanent.”       Just as Tyler expected, Max looked genuinely crushed to hear that his new size was temporary. This just made Tyler grin wider as he continued to explain. “Yeah. The shrinkage trick will wear off after a bit, and you’ll return to your full size.” Tyler paused a minute to let it sink in. Max’s eyes went wide and his mouth hung open as it dawned on him what Tyler was saying. “It’s a nice trick to help you get around, but if you get much larger you won’t be able to move even then… Well, it’s something to think about.” Tyler said with a mischievous grin as he slipped the boy a piece of paper with his number on it.       “Fuck me, that was hot!” Jake shouted as the story ended.       “Was that an exclamation or a command?” Tyler replied wit a grin.      “Both!” Jake replied with a laugh.       “Sure, I can go another round.” Tyler said, trying to act cool. “Want to get Sam in on the action?”      “Hell no! I’ve got you to myself tonight!” Jake replied, uncharacteristically enthusiastically. “And then tomorrow you and me are going out for a hot night on the town. I already made the reservations for your birthday dinner.”      “Oh, shit. Is that tomorrow?” Tyler laughed.       “You forgot your own birthday?” Jake said and then rolled his eyes with a sigh. “Seriously, what would you do without me?”       “Want me to name names?” Tyler said playfully as he rolled over on top of Jake. Jake has already reduced Tyler’s cock to a more manageable two footer during his story in preparation for the epic plowing he was going to be getting. “I’d start with Sam and then move on to Blake from the swim team.” Tyler seductively listed off hot guys he would do while he nibbled on Jake’s ear.       “You could do all that with me.” Jake retorted in between moans of pleasure.       “Aww right. I like where this is going.” Tyler replied with a laugh.      “Do you have to do the Quagmire voice in bed?” Jake attempted to sigh, but he was laughing too.      “But we’re not in a bed.” Tyler joked. “No, but seriously, I’ve been thinking.”      “Nothing good can ever come from that.” Jake teased.      “Hardy Har. No seriously. Sam and Lyle have been going steady for over two months now and neither has tapped that yet.”       “Well, not all couples are as sex crazed as we are.” Jake explained while rolling his eyes.      “Yeah, but Sam’s almost as horny as you are, and I’ve seen the way Lyle looks at Sam. Ginger would go ankles to ears in a second if he wasn’t afraid of being split in half.”      “So what are you suggesting.”       “It’s simple. We, uh. Kill the bat man.” Tyler said in is best Joker voice.      “Oooorrrr. We could initiate the redhead.”       “That’s what I was saying!” Tyler responded in mock indignation. “No, but I am suggesting a camping trip. You know, no pressure. Just friends.” Jake rolled his eyes as Tyler rattled off his plans. Right. Just friends. The “With benefits” didn’t even need to be said. Tyler playfully tweaked one of Jake’s nipples. “I can hear you rolling your eyes from back here, dude.”      “Either way. It’ll have to wait until we get back from New York.”      “Well yeah, but I’ve already got the perfect place. Remember that lake we used to go swimming at with your cousins?”       “Yeah, but the aquifer was over tapped, and the lake’s been just a dried up hole for like a year now.” Jake explained.      Tyler resumed his kissing and nibbling as he spoke in a sultry voice. “You know all about filling holes, don’t you?” Tyler gave one of Jake’s gigantic balls a firm squeeze to further bring home his point. “And just think. There will be no one around for miles… and miles… and miles…”  Jake let out a long, low moan. The debate was officially over. He let slip a jet of cum at the very mention of having that much room to really spread out. Jake was already getting excited about their next camping trip. He was excited about life in general, lately. What wasn’t to love? He had an amazing boyfriend, a couple great friends, and a fantastic power that he just knew he was going to enjoy sharing.

Chapter 2 - Game, Set, and...

“Mom… are you sure about this outfit?” Justine glanced down at herself, feeling a little self-conscious. The shorts that Minerva had bought barely reached her thighs, and it had left her feeling more than a little exposed. Stuffing her ample endowment into them was quite the task, and she found herself repeatedly checking to make sure nothing had slipped. If she managed to keep it soft, she was sure she would be fine…but that was a very big if. “You promised not to be a stick in the mud…” Minerva whispered, well out of earshot of the approaching duo. Giving her daughter no time to respond, she waved her old friend over excitedly, “Annie! Over here!” Justine waved nervously, trying to stifle her embarrassment as her mother hopped up and down like a child in the middle of the court. Her friend for her part waved warmly. Unable to contain her excitement, Minerva ran to meet them halfway, nearly tackling them to the ground. “Oh hello, Minnie!” Anabel gasped, warmly returning the embrace as soon as she had regained her footing, “It’s been far too long, dear.” “Couldn’t agree more, girl… couldn’t agree more,” Minerva laughed. After a short exchange outside Justine’s range of hearing, she threw an arm around each of their shoulders and walked them back toward the court. “Justine, this is my best friend from college: Anabel Descoteaux…” Anabel wasn’t entirely a stranger; She was a constant presence in Minerva’s stories and photo albums, and they maintained almost daily contact via Facebook and text messages. This was the first time that Justine had met her in person, however. She was an active woman in her mid-40s, much like Minerva. However, where Justine’s mother was energetic and approachable, Anabel had the presence of royalty. Justine found herself feeling very small and under-dressed in her presence. Justine extended her hand, only to be pulled into a tight hug instead. The girl’s mind briefly left her body as a multitude of sensations hit at once: the softness of her skin, the warmth of her embrace, the sweet smell of her perfume, and the caress of her womanly curves. Justine absentmindedly wrapped her arms around Ms. Descoteaux’s back as Anne nuzzled her cheek into her shoulder. “Sorry, dear,” Anabel chuckled as they parted, “I hope your mother warned you. I’m very much a hugger.” Her eyes darted downward for just a split second, and then rose back to meet Justine’s. Her expression was unchanged, but Justine instinctively checked herself to make sure that she hadn’t fallen out of her shorts. Thankfully, all was well. “Nah… no worries! I uh… I like hugs!” Justine laughed nervously. “…And this is her daughter, Elaine!” Minerva concluded, gesturing to the hooded girl with her nose buried in her phone. As if unsettled by the sound of her name, Elaine raised her head with a start, nearly dropping her phone in the process. She looked from Minerva to Anabel, and finally to Justine. They exchanged an awkward glance. Elaine went for a handshake. Justine went for a hug. Both laughed nervously and stalled, feeling foolish as they tried to correct their incompatible greetings. Justine went for a handshake. Elaine went for a hug. They silently agreed to cut their losses and settled on an awkward wave in lieu of embarrassing themselves further. “Nice to meet you,” Justine smiled as genuinely as she could manage. “Y—yes!” Elaine nodded, before adding, “Me uh… me too…” Justine turned and took her place down the court. She took a few practice swings in hopes that her body would remember the proper motions. Anabel bounced the ball a few times as she prepared to serve from the opposite side of the net. “Best of three, dear?” Anabel called across the court to Minerva. “Sounds good!” She responded with a sweet smile, “You just pick how many games you want to lose, Annie!” The pleasantries quickly faded as Anabel readied up her serve. She cast a final, confident glance at Justine and tossed the ball skyward. “Haaaaa—UNGH!” With an unrestrained grunt of exertion, she fired the serve from her racket, clearing the net with practiced form. A smile crossed her lips… The return was a sharp contrast. Justine hit the ball back with a criminally precise slice, giving the ball barely any bounce as it unceremoniously rapped twice against the clay court before Anabel could even begin to approach it. Wide-eyed, her gaze darted to Justine, then to Minerva, and then back. Minerva burst into laughter. “I guess it’s our serve now—right, Annie?” She yelled to her dumbfounded friend. Anabel grumbled, retrieved the ball that now rolled lazily across the court, and tossed it back to Justine with a scalding glare. Justine laughed nervously under her breath and attempted to avoid eye contact with her gloating mother. “The stakes couldn’t be lower,” she said. “Just for fun,” she said. Justine did not want any part of her mother’s ravenous competitive appetite, but she knew that if she intentionally threw the game, the ride home would be torturous. And Minerva would know—she always knew. Justine took a deep breath and tossed the ball up to serve. Anabel tensed as Justine’s backswing reached its full extension, and she darted forward as soon as the lanky girl’s racket made contact, intending to intercept the low bounce as she had failed to do seconds earlier. Justine tilted her racket at the last second, sending a moonball bouncing fast and high over Anabel’s head—far beyond her reach. The older woman jumped with a growl of equal parts exertion and frustration. She swung her racket high overhead, hitting naught but air as the ball sailed past and lodged itself in the chain link fence. Clearly rattled but unbroken, Anabel straightened her visor and took her place back on the court; a determined look fixed on her face. “Love-15!” Minerva cackled. “M—Mom?” Elaine piped up, finally getting her mother’s attention. “What is it, Elaine?” Anabel responded, trying her best to hide her embarrassment. “W—…would you like me… to um—… Should I return the serve?” Elaine asked somewhat apprehensively—clearly concerned about further bruising her mother’s ego, “She’s… pretty good…” “Thank you, dear, but no,” Anabel flashed Elaine a smile, “I simply underestimated little Justine, that’s all. My mistake. Knowing her mother, I should’ve been more prepared…” “You’re doing great, sweetie!” Minerva waved to her daughter from across their side of the court, “She’s got them old lady reactions though, so don’t go too hard on her!” “D—don’t be like that, Mom…” Justine smiled nervously, refusing to make eye contact with Minerva, “It’s just like… a parlor trick. Everyone falls for it once…” Elaine’s expression mirrored Justine’s. Though Anabel wore a warm smile, the look in her eyes was downright wrathful, and that made both daughters very nervous. Their mothers were clearly taking this far more seriously than they were. What’s more, Minerva’s antagonizing remarks were clearly finding purchase, adding extra powder to this already overfilled keg. “Justine, dear?” Anabel called across the court. “Y-Yes, Ms. Descoteaux?” Justine called back. “Doctor,” Anabel corrected. “D-Doctor Descoteaux, my bad…” Justine apologized, “Wh—… I mean… what did you—” “I have a suspicion, dear. That you’re planning to ‘accidentally’ give me a sub-par serve. To take it easy on me, as it were…” Anabel loosened her white-knuckled grip on her racket, exhaling softly to re-center herself. The look on her face hadn’t lost an ounce of its original intensity, however, “That would frustrate me. Quite a bit. You understand, dear?” Justine swallowed hard and nodded. They used different words, and their outward personalities couldn’t be further from each other… but suddenly Justine completely understood why Anabel and her mother had been so close for so long. Because the look on Anabel’s face was very familiar. It told Justine that she would accept no handicap. “You heard her! She asked for it, J!” Minerva cheered, “Serve this old bat up a few more aces. The sooner we’re done using her tennis balls, the sooner she can put them on her walker where they belong.” “Still ever the joker, Minnie…” Anabel laughed with a shake of her head and looked to Justine, “Come now, girl. We haven’t all day.” • • • Anabel dived for the return, merely grazing the ball with her racket. The fuzzy little ball flew up and bounced off of the empty umpire’s chair, landing squarely back in their court. Set point—McVie. After she failed to return Justine’s initial serves, the set had more or less devolved into an awkwardly paced singles match. Anabel wished to prove that she could consistently return Justine’s surgically precise serves, and as such had given Elaine a rather wilting look every time she had tried to assist. To her credit, Anabel had managed to return a fair few… but she simply didn’t have the speed to both react and put herself in a position to return much of the time. The individual games were never blowouts, but before long, the McVies had captured set point before the Descoteauxs had managed to capture even a single game. Justine wanted to be swallowed up by the Earth. The tension on the court could’ve been cut with a knife. That probably had something to do with the fact that her mother hadn’t stopped her snide jabs for even a second, and continued cackling at her exhausted rival’s unsuccessful effort. Anabel picked herself up off of the court. She rolled over onto her backside and leaned back on her arms, gazing up at the clouds while she tried to catch her breath. Sweat poured down her neck and ample chest as it rose and fell, her white tank top already soaked and sticking to her body. She pulled off her visor and fanned herself with it in an attempt to cool down. Justine could feel it happening. The crackling tingle in her tummy happily sizzled like a lit fuse as it slowly traveled south, making its way to her chemically-restrained testes. Her medicine was wearing off… and now she had second thoughts regarding what she’d like to be swallowed up by. “It’s my turn to serve now, isn’t it?” Elaine called across the net for the first time, which took everyone by surprise. Her mother nodded from the ground. Elaine held her hand out for a ball—jaw clenched tight, eyes narrowed, and eyebrows furrowed. Justine jumped a little as Elaine’s icy stare turned to her, as she scrambled to fish a fresh tennis ball out of the canister. After she dropped it a few times, further embarrassing herself, Justine finally managed to pass it across the net. “Thank you,” Elaine responded with a robotic, warmth-less pleasantry.  Justine’s shoulders fell. This was the reason she didn’t play anymore. She didn’t care if she won or lost. It was a game to her. It always had been. She didn’t even practice beyond the amount that she was forced to tolerate for her mother’s sake. And that was fine… until she played against someone who it wasn’t just a game for. Someone who practiced constantly and put their heart and soul into it. For someone like that, losing to her was just a never-ending cycle of confusion and frustration… and Justine couldn’t help but acknowledge that it felt more than a little unfair, in a cosmic sense. In short, playing didn’t make Justine happy… and it made a lot of others very unhappy. So she quit. Elaine set her racket and the new ball down on the ground and grabbed the hem of her baggy shirt with both hands. Justine’s eyes were sucked to her midsection like a magnet as each tiny motion of her body made her abdominals ripple through her sun-tanned skin. Her lower body pulled a similar trick as she bent over to kick off her shorts, leaving her only in her leggings and a bright-orange sports bra. The tingling had turned into a rumble, and Justine pinched her legs together in anticipation of the imminent failure of her tuck work. She could feel her heart beating faster by the second. Her medicine was fighting a losing battle. She could already feel her panties stretching uncomfortably. Elaine picked up her equipment and shook her hair out of her face, sending a pleasant shiver down Justine’s spine. Though she’d never been particularly religious, she found herself praying that Elaine wouldn’t flash her that cold stare again. Her libido was rapidly becoming more and more of a problem by the second, and there was a non-zero chance that she might cream her shorts if Elaine stared her down again. As Elaine tossed the ball skyward to serve, Justine was snapped from her daydream by the horrible realization that she couldn’t move—not without flashing her leaky half-chub to a dozen sentient polo shirts, anyway. She tried to get her mother’s attention, but Minerva was already poised to react and return. “NnnYAAAAAAHHrr!” Elaine’s serve sounded like a gunshot, and the ball fired off her racket with comparable speed. Minerva moved just a little too late, and the serve bounced at the edge of her box and into the fence. Minerva did a bit of a double take between young Elaine and the ball, eyes widened, equal parts surprised and impressed. Elaine flashed her a toothy grin, her braces shining in the bright sun. • • • With Anabel still catching her breath and Justine desperately fending off her libido, the match once again devolved into a mostly one-on-one affair. However, Minerva and Elaine played a much more athletic contest than their inverse pair had. While there were few aces to be found, Elaine dashed and leaped around the court with the speed of a pronghorn, and had the endurance to match. Minerva’s rally was powerful and precise, but she, unfortunately, possessed the mortal weakness of finite stamina. Elaine seemed to share no such weakness. She was a brace-faced terminator—utterly relentless. Minerva may as well have been playing against a brick wall for all the hope she had of getting the ball past her. The second set ended in much the same way as the first—one player exhausted, another barely breaking a sweat, and their respective doubles partners standing around awkwardly like racket-wielding trees had sprung up from the court. Set Point—Descoteaux. Minerva paced around her box, malding at the rather decisive loss she had just suffered. Justine finally managed to catch her eye and shot her mother a pleading look.

Chapter 42 - Geno-type pt. 42

Tyler was exhausted. His large muscles were screaming from all the exertion. He might be beefy but dragging his ever expanding mass of cock had taken superhuman strength and stamina. Tyler was spent, and all he wanted to do now was rest atop the warm and cushiony expanse of his own gigantic nuts. Tyler didn’t really have a good idea of just how big he had gotten, and at this point, he didn’t really care; he had long since surpassed the size range that he had been thinking of when he had first asked for this power. It seemed like ages ago when he had made a wish on a shooting star to give him a little boost downstairs. He had never expected the wish to be answered and especially not to the extent that it had been. Now that Tyler knew differently he had to think back over what all had happened since then. It was a good way to clear his head, and it’s not like he was going anywhere anyway. At his current size, Tyler was probably not going anywhere ever again. Not unless someone airlifted him out of there, maybe to a zoo or an amusement park where people could gawk at the misshapen mass of flesh before them. He would live out his days as a sideshow where people could see firsthand the dangers of too much of a good thing. “Be careful what you wish for.” Isn’t that how the old platitude went? Tyler would be sure to have his own brand of fun while there, though. In his current state, he only had two tricks that he could do. He had to earn his keep somehow, though, right? He’d cum a few times a day in front of a live studio audience. It’d be like a Sea World show where the first few rows are the splash zone, but this time, the first few rows would always be full. Tyler just hoped that he at least got a hot trainer to do stunts with him. Tyler liked to imagine his own personal trainer being like the dude who was doing the dolphin show last time he went to Sea World with Jake. The guy was a tall, ripped, tanned, blond knockout. Tyler could even easily see the guy’s nice package tightly packed into the skintight wetsuit that all the trainers wore. Tyler had been not so secretly scoping at that dude’s choice ass the whole show. In retrospect, he realized so had Jake. Had those two been paying more attention to each other during the show they might have figured things out ages ago and have been enjoying the benefits of boyfriendhood. A couple times a day Tyler would douse that hotty with jets of hot spunk; each show that tightly wrapped package would get more and more pronounced. It would be part of the show. That hot dude’s dick would be wrapped in the rubbery fabric so tight that the outline would be perfectly visible to everyone watching, and as the waves of cum washed over him all cameras would be on the expanding member as it swelled up and burst from it’s confines. They could call the event “Free Willy” Each host would only be able to work for a few days before they too became so large as to be completely immobile. Tyler doubted they’d have much trouble finding replacements, though. There would probably be a waiting list of guy’s who were craving to have their own dicks inflated like the Goodyear blimp. Just thinking about his quasi-luxurious life in captivity made Tyler feel better about his current predicament. Sure, his athletic career was pretty much over, but he could still be the star of the show, and besides, having this much cock felt awesome. Tyler had been hovering at half mast for his entire reverie. The wonderfully electric tingle of pleasure coursing through every cubic foot of cock was overloading his mind. He could barely contain his urge to unload right then and there. He had been ready to cum for hours now, but he had promised this next load to Jake. Tyler could feel his face flush when he thought about Jake. In the course of his adventures over the past few days he had managed to come out and get with the love of his life, and they had made a great new friend. Even if they were doomed to have to live out there life as some sideshow, at least they would be doing so together. All in all, if given the chance to do it all over again, Tyler wouldn’t change a thing. Tyler rubbed his hands across the sensitive skin of his dick. There was just so much of it that he could barely feel his tiny hands along his monolithic shaft. He just wanted to lie there and rub his body against the sleeping behemoth beneath him. At least until Jake showed up, anyway. Tyler had promised to grow that boy bigger than either him or Sam. He was going to make sure Jake had the biggest cock the world had ever seen, and judging by Sam’s current size, that was going to be quite an undertaking. Tyler tried to tilt his head upwards so that he could see the full size of Sam’s towering spire, but there was no way Tyler could tilt his head that far back. His neck was already cramping and he could only see about halfway up. The guy’s cock had to be several hundred feet tall. The towering silhouette would be right at home in the Chicago skyline. Tyler couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of pride in his protégé; Sam was the current owner of the world’s biggest dick. He would never again have to worry about anyone teasing him about being too small. Tyler chuckled a bit to himself. He was having a hard time remembering what it was like to always be afraid of someone seeing his dick and discovering just how little he was packing. The time was in fact not that long ago where he was terrified of the thought of anyone realizing how small his dick was, but now he was thinking about putting on shows where hundreds of people a day could show up and marvel at the glorious dick that he was now packing. Tyler could feel himself swell with pride as he thought about being the center of attention in such a way. All those people gaping in awe and wonder at how magnificent his dick is. Tyler soon realized that is was not just the pride that was causing his swelling feeling. He was in fact getting bigger again. The warm pulsing was coursing through his balls and spreading up along his now ever larger shaft. Tyler had to quickly put a lid on his growth before he let himself lose control again. He needed to try and maintain some semblance of control of the situation, but some corner of his mind was telling him he should just let loose. He should lose himself in the pleasure. He was already past the point of immobility, what did he really have to lose? While Tyler was having his most recent surge, Jake had finally managed to position himself in front of the leviathan that was his boyfriend’s cock. Jake stared in awe at the sheer size of it. The beast was over twenty feet in diameter. The top of Tyler’s massive cock head towered over Jake. The flared head was so massive that the bottom of Tyler’s gigantic slit was even with Jake’s waist. The entrance itself was plenty tall enough for Jake to walk through without fear of hitting his head. Jake could scarcely believe that just the other day this thing had been inside of him. It had been big then, sure. Jake’s ass was still stretched out from taking that jumbo schlong, but this was a whole different spectrum of huge. This was in the category of like a building sized huge as opposed to value sub huge.  Jake had been ready for his own massive growth spurt all day. He had had to watch his two friends grow and grow again while he was left behind. He had been fantasizing about having a cock bigger than Tyler’s; bigger than Sam’s even. Jake didn’t care if his nuts started to generate their own atmosphere; he was ready to be huge. Jake leaned in and kissed the spongy flesh around the entrance to his lover’s gigantic dick before pulling himself up and crawling into the crevasse. Once Jake was inside he began to quickly shed his clothing. He haphazardly pulled off his shirt and flung it in a random direction and then quickly began work on pulling down his briefs. The custom fit underwear was really getting to be uncomfortable for him. His rising erection was struggling against the fabric for release. Jake was so glad when he finally got the waistband down around his ankles so that his balls could spill out and finally get some air. Now that his junk was no longer being forced into a much smaller size than it really was, Jake could appreciate just how big he already was. His hefty nuts hung so low that they rested solidly on the ground below him, even with his extra few feet of height from standing on the threshold of Tyler’s colossus. Each massive nut was almost as tall as Jake was and much wider around. Jake’s enormous semi drooped over his humongous nuts. The shaft itself was dangerously close to twenty feet long and was just as big around as either one of Jake’s balls. Jake couldn’t help but smile knowing that this was but a fraction of his true size, and that he was soon to be getting even bigger. Jake imagination was already running wild with daydreams of just how much bigger he could get. He was so jealous of Sam’s thousand foot tall tower that he just wanted to grow and grow and grow; to get so massive, so huge, that no one would ever come close to rivaling him ever again.  He was going to grow; bigger and bigger as his planet sized orbs dangled off of the blue planter. Bigger and bigger as his Babel tower reached into the heavens. Bigger and bigger and the tip of his celestial cock reached out and bumped the moon. His cock would continue to grow, continue to surge forth as the moon drifted into the cavernous opening at the tip of his godly cock and slipped into the void. Just imagining his dick being large enough to devour planetoids got Jake closer to the edge. He was ready to cum at any second. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to fire his load at the size he was in his dream. The force of the cumshot would change the rotation of the planet. Around and around the world would spin as Jake pumped gallons of gallons of milky spooge into the solar system. Soon the Earth would have frothy white rings similar to the ones around Saturn, only there would be no scientific debate over where these rings came from. Every day when the people of Earth go out in the morning and stare out at the swirling bands of cum encircling the planet they would know that somewhere out there is a cock that could get blowjobs from the great storm of Jupiter. Sure there would be some getting used to. The length of days would change now that the Earth rotated around a different axis. The rotation would be based on Jake’s nuts which were both far larger than the puny planet below. The three planet sized spheres would spin together like crystals in the hands of The Goblin King. The tides would flow differently now that the speed and direction of the Earth’s rotation had changed and the moon had been jettisoned out of Jake’s intergalactic dick, but soon life would return to normal. It would eventually turn out to be a boon to the human race because NASA no longer needed to devise some overly expensive and complex space elevator. They could just make their new space base on the tip of Jake’s galactic cock head. The vantage point atop Jake’s spongy tip would place them far enough outside the Earth’s atmosphere to make take offs far more fuel efficient. All they had to do was hold on tight as Jake’s white hole jettisoned matter out into the universe a few times a day. Jake was beyond rock hard now. His daydream had already caused him to dribble large amounts of pre all over the ground below him. He didn’t even have time to try and get his hands around his massive shaft before he busted a nut across the country side. The jets of warm jizz rained down across the already soaked landscape. Under normal circumstances this would have been a breathtaking sight as Jake’s cannon blasted spunk into the air, but it paled in comparison to the massive rain of spooge that had erupted from Sam’s volcanic cock just a moment before. Jake’s huge glops of spooge smacked down into the even more titanic pools of Sam’s previous load. Jake could feel the ground rumbling. At first he thought it was just his legs feeling like jelly after that blowing that amazing load, but he soon realized otherwise. The very ground beneath his feet was shifting and moving. Tyler was growing! All the growth had made Tyler exhausted, and he had been trying to keep his size at a minimum for hours now.  He just could not hold it all in anymore. Tyler relaxed his body and soul and let his cock take its even more massive true size. He rose higher and higher off the ground as his balls expanded rapidly. Tyler could only hope that his diminutive boyfriend was enjoying the ride from inside as his cock surged forth as well. Once the ground beneath him had finally stopped shifting, Jake was able to get his footing and take a long around. The inside passageway of his boyfriend’s cock was now positively cavernous. Jake suddenly wished he had brought some torches with him to light the path, lest he be jumped by a creeper, but then again, the goal was to cause a cumsplosion up in this beast anyway. In that moment, Jake felt incredibly tiny, but he was also filled with hope that he would soon be even larger than this. A lot larger than this, if things went as he hoped, but that all depended on Jake managing to make Tyler blow his load all over him.  Jake had not had any trouble bringing his boyfriend to climax before, but things were different now that Jake was but a speck inside the colossus that was his lover’s dick. Jake didn’t waste any time getting to work. With a bit of effort he was able to lug his junk up over the threshold so that every inch of his was now inside the monolith that was his boyfriend’s cock. There was something strangely erotic about being in there. Everything around him was Tyler; the walls were Tyler; the very air itself was Tyler. The very thought of being completely enclosed in his boyfriend turned Jake on so much. His huge dick was already springing to life even after having just been drained not even three minutes ago. Jake flopped over atop his dick and set to work pleasuring the inner walls of his boyfriend’s mountainous cock. Jake rubbed his hands and dick against any surface he could find; hoping that the flesh on the inside was just as sensitive as it was on the outside. Judging by the reactions that his surroundings were having, Jake had to assume that Tyler was enjoying this a lot. Jake ground his cock into the floor of Tyler’s inner cavern and rocked it back and forth has he rode his dick like a mechanical bull. Each gyration of Jake’s hips caused his dick to roll back and forth like waves on the beach. Tyler’s cock would twitch in tandem with each of Jake’s thrusts; letting the tall, brown haired boy know that his efforts were appreciated. As Tyler’s massive cock got harder, the angle became more and more severe. Jake could feel himself sliding deeper and deeper inside. The frequent waves of slimy pre bubbling up from the depths of Tyler’s dick just served to make the ride down even smoother for Jake. Jake tried to recall what he knew of male anatomy. Was it physically possible for him to slide so deep down that he’d actually find himself inside of one of those glorious cum factories? It would be nice to be so close to the source; an infinite supply of growth juice to make Jake’s wildest dreams come true. The problem with that was Jake would soon outgrow the confines of his lover’s humongous nut. There is no way that would be enjoyable for either of them. It’s a shame too, part of Jake’s mind said that it could have been fun if there wasn’t the danger of growing involved. Jake made a metal note to let Tyler try it sometime when Jake was finally large enough. Tyler was loving the feeling of having Jake inside his dick. He had not expected it to feel nearly this good. Jake’s huge dick was filling Tyler up from the inside, and he could feel his tiny little lover writhing around inside of him. Each twitch and slide sent ripples of pleasure along Tyler’s cock. Tyler could feel himself come closer and closer to cumming as Jake got deeper and deeper within him. Tyler was trying to hold off until Jake got closer to the base, but it was looking like he wouldn’t be able to hold out that long. Something was off. Jake was starting to slide down much easier than before. His massive cock was taking up less and less of the hallway by the second. Jake was beginning to become very afraid that he might be forced to test his theory about outgrowing his buddy’s cum sphere the hard way. Jake really, really didn’t want to end up busting out of his best friend’s mountain sized nut like some sort of Inner Space Kool-aid man. Tyler could feel Jake start to slide down inside of him more easily than before. He was very confused by this turn of event. He certainly had not wished to grow any more than he already had; the growth would detract from the pleasure, and there was a chance of hurting his best friend if Jake went into a free fall. Tyler tried his best to stymie the growth, but his powers were not responding. His cock and balls continued to enlarge unabated. Tyler tried to maintain control of himself and his power; he pleaded with his subconscious to knock off this bullshit and let him enjoy his current size. All the while his mind was fogging over from the pleasure and knowledge of having Jake wiggling around inside of him. Jake was now sliding rapidly down Tyler’s ever expanding shaft. He was riding his huge dick down the dark tunnel of his best friend’s shaft like a log flume on Splash Mountain. He needed to think of something to slow the descent, but he was running out of ideas. In a last ditch effort Jake did the one thing he could think of; he relaxed his mind and let himself grow to his full size. Jake had to hope that Tyler was now large enough that Jake’s massive cock could fit comfortably inside of Tyler’s gargantuan dick, but also small enough that Jake wouldn’t continue his freefall even after he grew. Luckily for both of them, Tyler’s size was just about right for Jake’s fully released cock. Jake’s quickly expanding cock caused his to catch about halfway down his lover’s steadily growing shaft. It was a tight fit, but Jake’s gambit had work. Jake was now mashed between his incredibly huge balls and the inner lining of Tyler’s impossibly huge cock. His success was short lived though because he could feel his perch becoming more and more precarious by the second as Tyler’s cock continue to grow ever larger. Tyler felt Jake expand within him. The sensation was indescribable. Not only did he have a giant mass inside of him that was hitting all the sensitive parts of his cock from the inside out, but it was also blocking the stream of pre from flowing out of him. He could feel the pressure welling up in the base of his cock. Tyler was ready to blow his load at any second. Tyler managed to clear his mind enough to try and take stock of his current size. He was huge, but he already knew that. His current size was far beyond what he previously understood as huge, though. His cock seemed to extend on forever on either side of him. The rising tower disappeared into the night sky. Beneath him all he could see was his gargantuan balls. He couldn’t tell how large he was for sure. Although, judging by the fact the he could easily fit all of his boyfriend’s hundred foot cock inside of him, he had to have easily topped Sam’s thousand foot best by a good margin, and he was still growing by the second. Jake’s reprieve was all too brief. He only managed to slow his descent for a moment before Tyler had once again grown so large that Jake began to slide into the abyss. Jake wished he could see how gloriously huge Tyler was now, but he couldn’t get a good glimpse of the event from so deep inside the tunnel. Tyler’s shaft quickly became so huge that Jake was once again in freefall. He braced himself for the worse, but he didn’t bet on what happened next. Tyler couldn’t hold himself back any more, nor did he want to. The combination of his little lover sliding down his shaft plus the pleasurable sensation of his mega growth spurt rocked him to his core. He began to fire impossibly huge sprays of cum across the night sky. Jets of cum arced up into the stratosphere as they fired from Tyler’s enormous cock. The tip of Tyler’s dick had long since reached up past the thousand foot mark. It had long since even surpassed the two thousand foot mark. Tyler’s cock now rivaled the Burj Khalifa in terms of sheer height, but it completely emasculated the iconic tower in terms of sheer girth. The earth beneath him groaned and strained as the sheer wait of his titanic endowment irrevocably changed the contours of the landscape. Each blast of hot jizz was enough to fill a good sized lake, but the combined volume of spooge being unloaded upon the plains below was enough to turn the surrounding mile and a half radius from a dry summer plains to a waist deep bog of spunk. The first blast of cum caught Jake off guard and knocked the wind out of him. The spooge crashed against the underside of his cock; buffeting him upwards several feet. Jake couldn’t tell how high he was lifted, but distance really didn’t matter in the black void of his boyfriend’s seemingly infinite cock. Waves of warm spunk rolled over him and continued their skyward launch. After each wave passed him Jake would again continue his freefall. He felt like he should have a cowboy hat to wave around like Slim Pickens as he rode his giant cock like a missile, but then he would be flung skyward again by yet another blast of cum. The whole ordeal felt a lot like one of those shitty amusement park elevator rides where it picks you up and drops you over and over again except instead of being strapped into some rickety metal chair on a platform, Jake was riding his freighter sized wang like a needlessly large boogie board. Again and again Jake was flung upwards and dropped. Once he got into the rhythm of it, it was actually kind of fun, and the jets of cum crashing against his monstrous dick felt amazing. It was kind of when he would sneak into the guest bathroom to shower so he could use that fancy detachable shower head with the hose on it so he could spray himself from every possible angle. More often than not he only actually used two angles, though; right into his dick and right into his ass. The current liquid massage was even more erotic since instead of water, Jake was being pelted by his lover’s warm jizz. Soon enough Jake was cumming too. He blasted jet after jet of warm jizz onto the inner walls of his best friend’s seemingly infinite cock. Jake’s spooge quickly got swept away by the continuous even larger blasts of warm spunk from his lover. The two loads combined as the traveled up Tyler’s shaft so that the spray of jizz flying across the night sky was actually a mixture of the two lovers’ spunk. It was strangely romantic is a bizarre, erotic way.  Eventually Tyler’s orgasmic onslaught tapered off, and his hard on deflated. Tyler was still leaking jizz even after his shaft had drooped down and come to a rest on the spooge saturated swamplands below. Jake was eventually carried out of Tyler’s monstrous cock with one of the residual waves of cum and landed with a plop atop his own flaccid dick. He was shaken up, but generally unhurt. That had been one hell of a ride. Jake slowly managed to get his mind back in order as he took stock of his surroundings. He was covered in Tyler’s spunk from head to toe. He felt all tingly and foggy from a combination of post-panic adrenaline and good old fashioned afterglow. He looked at his giant cock. It was huge alright, but… it was just as big as it was last night? Jake didn’t understand. By all his calculations he should have a cock the size of the empire state building, and here he was with a meager one hundred foot mass of dick. What happened? Had Tyler finally overloaded his powers? Had Jake developed a resistance? Were either of those outcomes even possible? Jake had wanted this so bad all day, and now that he finally had his turn he was denied by some cruel twist of fate! Jake was only vaguely aware of the figure walking over to him as he lamented his poor luck. The visitor was laughing. Jake didn’t like the tone of that laugh at all… it didn’t seem entirely friendly. Jake knew he knew that voice, but from where? It wasn’t Sam and it wasn’t Tyler. They were expecting a fourth person, right? What was his name? Jake realized that they had never bothered to ask who Sam’s mysterious date was. Jake knew he knew that voice, though. “That’s a good look for you, Jack.” Came the voice. Jack? Jake only knew one person who called him that. A friend of a friend he had crossed paths with a few times in the past. “Dalton?”  

Chapter 0 - Lubed Shopping Cart

Michael, a part time smith who takes commissions for cosplay projects and other work, had a secret he didn’t want anybody to know and he had suppressed it for 36 years: he as sexually attracted to shopping carts. He knew all of the different kinds, traveled to different countries just so he could use them in various supermarkets, he would do anything just so he could brush his skin against one. It gave him a rush and every shopping cart he came across, he took numerous pictures of it to add to a special photo album. He tried buying them online, but they are very expensive and often came with questions he didn’t want to answer. Unfortunately his work took a lot of time, so he could only spend a couple of hours a day visiting random stores, buying random things just so he could push them around and take selfies and videos with them. It was bliss, except, he really wanted to have an intimate relationship with one, but society would never that supportive of this. Even on the Internet, people with his fetish had no community to speak of. Michael's fetish is so strong, he had never bothered marrying or finding a partner. It had to be a shopping cart or nothing. However, at SmollMart, he spotted a shopping cart he knew he had to have. This was the one; the red plastic coverings that curved in areas, the sleek shelf underneath, the wheels were beautiful and the frame was spacious and slanted in all the right places. It was love at first sight. The frame alone gave it away and while there were some variations, this was an Asian style shopping cart. The problem was, this was a detour he didn’t normally take and it was about 5 hours out of his way. Racing home, Michael ordered anal lube, two metal rods and a dildo online and then blocked out two days that didn’t have any commissions. The night after his online order arrived, he drove to the SmollMart where he found the shopping cart and Michael spotted it instantly. Thankfully, there was little security around and the cameras only existed on the back of the supermarket. It was alone outside, looking gorgeous against the moonlight. He put on some sunglasses to help hide his face and took it by the handle bar, gripping it tightly, his eyes taking in the frame and the feel of the handle. Feeling his cock get hard and looking around to make sure nobody was looking, he pressed it against the rear of the cart and became incredibly horny. Remembering what he came to do, Michael grounded himself and proceeded into the store. This cart was everything he imagined it would be. It was smooth, responsive and sleek. Running his finger tips around the frame, the cart was really curvy and polished. Trying to keep his thoughts on track he focused on what he needed. As a child, he knew his dreams would never be realized and 36 years of waiting for this kind of opportunity meant he wasn’t going to throw it away. Michael sadly knew as well that he would have to discard of the evidence somehow too. As he moved around the store, he brought lots of chocolate ice cream boxes, a couple of tins of metal cleaning polish and finally, some paint brushes. Each item he placed into the cart, he would take a quick, playful grab or rub with his fingers and arms at the frame. Michael looked around occasionally after catching himself giggling playfully. Thankfully, nobody was around. Moving between the isles of the store, he also found himself fantasizing about what he would do to the cart including being dominated a little by it. He was normally a dominate man when it came to his fantasies, but this kind of opportunity meant he wanted to try being submissive just once. After paying for the products he had picked up, he double checked to make sure he wasn’t being watched and then lifted the shopping cart and placed it into his pickup truck. It felt so heavy and satisfying. Rushing to his truck, he drove off and fantasized the entire way home about the coming night and day. Once home, Michael closed his front door and locked it, then gave the cart a quick clean with baby wipes. Running his right hand along the handle of the shopping cart, Michael knew it wasn’t just any handle, it was a sexy shaft belonging to an Asian shopping cart. Pristine, red in color, the rubber was soft to ensure his hands did not rub uncomfortably while moving the cart around. He pressed his body against the back of the cart, cock bulging in his pants fighting to slide itself in between the gaps in the frame, while he closed his eyes to keep his concentration fixed on the moment he had been waiting for. Gliding his fingers along the baby seat frame and slowly closing it, savoring it, Michael moved his handed to the handle bars and grasped it tightly, just in case the shopping cart suddenly disappeared without him. Pushing the cart forward gently, taking in and listening to the noise of the wheels on his kitchen floor and the vibrations of the entire frame through his hands, he moaned a little, the thought of buffing the cart and oiling the wheels excited him to the breaking point. Dragging the shopping cart into the living room, turning his phone off to make sure nobody would disturb him and closing his curtains, Michael ran to the kitchen to grab the tub of chocolate ice cream out of the freezer and ran back to the cart. Ripping his clothes off, Michael took the lid off the tub and left it to warm up a little on the floor nearby. He kneeled down, inhaling deeply as he took in the smell of the shopping cart, thinking about its history and how it has served those in need throughout its time in service. His throbbing erection became bigger as he thought about how strong and sturdy this cart was to have held the amount of items it has over the years. Michael imagined the cart having strong, sexy muscles and ran this fingers through the ripped frame, then proceeded to run his fingers along the top of the frame sending tingles down his spine. Stopping himself, he realized he was so excited, the cart was vibrating a little as if it was encouraging him, no, giving him permission, to go further than anybody had ever gone with it. Savoring this feeling, Michael locked the back wheels and wedged them in between his toes, feeling his big toes dip into the recess of the wheels. Feeling really horny now, Michael glanced over to the ice cream, but was disappointed to see it hadn’t quite melted just yet. Inspiration hit him though and seeing the shelf at the bottom, he realized it was wide enough for him to lay under. He grinned as he laid on the shelf and grasped the rear of the shopping cart feeling as if he was laying between its legs and grabbing its ass. Sticking his tongue out, Michael started to penetrate the underneath of the cart furiously with his tongue. Minutes later, despite his tongue aching, Michael kept penetrating the underneath as fast as he could, he couldn’t stop because he may never get this chance again in his life. He wanted to burn this day into his mind. Wanting to prepare for later, he grabbed some of the anal lube and worked it into his asshole, then grabbed his favorite butt plug and slid it in. Glancing over to the ice cream, Michael was satisfied that it had melted enough. As he pulled his tongue out from between the metal bars and became really turned on seeing the metal wet and shiny as his saliva stuck to it and started to drip. Pulling himself out from under the shopping cart, he staggered to the sink, feeling himself out of breath from vigorously tonguing the underneath of the cart. Michael started running the cold water tap in the kitchen and put his head under the tap to wash the sweat off his face, slurping the water. Turning it off and drying his head with a nearby towel, he leaned against the kitchen cupboards and admired his prize longingly. Still not believing his luck, he wondered which of his other shopping cart fantasies he should try next, then remembering the ice cream, it came to him: popping his balls into the gaps would feel amazing. Walking over to the ice cream, he carefully lifted it next to the shopping cart and squatted above the chocolate ice cream that had now melted and, lifting his penis out of the way, dipped his balls into the warm, chocolatey liquid. After a couple of seconds of lifting and dropping his balls into the ice cream, Michael quickly turned toward the shopping cart and using his fingers, popped each ball into a slot that was next to each other. This gave him a huge erection and having teased himself so far with all of the foreplay he had been doing with the shopping cart, he decided to finally cover his pride and joy with his semen. Leaning down a little, feeling his balls rub against the metal bars, dipped his hand into the ice cream and then rubbed it all over his penis as if rubbing lube into every millimeter of it. Once he had made sure that his penis, including the underneath of the head and foreskin was covered in chocolate, he slide his twitching penis into the hole above where his balls were all chocolatey and moist. He moaned loudly, feeling his lubed up chocolate covered penis touch the metal that was still a little covered to the touch. His foreskin peeled back, which sent shivers down his spine and his balls shriveled up a little as the feeling of his penis touching slightly cold metal over came his chocolatey balls. Feeling the base of the metal hole press against the base of his penis, Michael moaned a little more as he felt his thick girth press against the top of the metal square. Deciding this was the time to really push his fantasy, he began to slowly move his hips back and forward until he sprayed the trolley with semen. Panting and sweating, his cock felt amazing. Wanting to take good care of the shopping cart during this adventure, he grabbed the metal polish and some wet wipes and began to clean the cart down again, wiping off the left over chocolate ice cream and semen, then started buffing the metal so it shined. Admiring how sexy the cart looked, Michael grabbed the rope that hung from the hook pull that was fixed to the ceiling and tied it around the handle of the cart and pulled it up so the front hung face down in mid-air so it was low enough for his tongue to touch the bars. Laying flat under it, he grabbed the front of the cart as if he was gently pressing his hands against the cheeks of his partner to stop it from moving and began to kiss it, occasionally sliding his tongue in the holes, feeling the sides of his tongue bush against the metal. Michael felt his dick become rock hard again as he French kissed the front of the shopping cart and rubbed his nose caressingly against the metal, his eyes opening to catch a glimpse of the cart, looking onto its beautiful frame. Gently nibbling on the frame a little, looking at it lovingly, he bit his lower lip and glanced to the left over ice cream and the strap on dildo wondering which to use next. After some thought, dick still rock hard from kissing it, Michael decided on the strap on dildo. Lowering the cart back to the ground, polishing the front of the cart and the handle at the rear where the rope had touched it to make sure it didn’t feel hurt. Then, walking over to his table with the two metal bars on it, he zip tied them to the sides of the trolley so that the bars stuck out on the handle side. Smiling, Michael likened it to a little bit of bondage and gently stroked the top of the cart lovingly to let it know that everything was okay. Michael grabbed the strap on dildo and fixed it to the back of the cart, so he could easily slide it into his asshole while grabbing the bars. This way, he could move the cart back and forth and have the dildo slide in and out of his ass. He fantasized that he was the horse and the shopping cart was in charge currently. Removing the butt plug slowly, he felt he asshole gape a little, but reached for more lube and rubbed more into his asshole to prepare himself for the dildo. Excited, he pulled the cart slowly toward his ass and felt the dildo bump into his ass cheeks. Reaching back and grabbing it, he guided it and slid it in a little. Moaning and gripping the bars tightly in anticipation, Michael began to move his arms back and forth, gradually picking up the pace. Feeling the dildo slide deeper into his ass, it felt amazing and as it slide back out, he longed for the cart to continue dominating him. To show him how much of a naughty boy he has been for daring to steal property from a supermarket for his own sexual satisfaction. Mind racing with guilt that quickly grew to thrill, Michael took his right hand off of the bar and grabbed his throbbing cock and started masturbating while using his left hand to move the dildo in and out of his ass. His knees started to give a little and he knew he was going to ejaculate uncontrollably soon. Finally, without realizing it, semen exploded out of his cock all over the floor and with the last of his strength, he pushed the bar back so that the dildo slid out of his asshole as he collapsed onto his knees, semen everywhere and his asshole gaping. Kneeling on the floor, asshole winking, his right hand covered in semen and glued to his dick, mind racing, Michael staggered to his knees. Wandering to the sink, as if in a daze, he began drinking a lot of water and then began to wash the semen and sweat off of his body. Michael, after drying himself off, then picked up the last of the chocolate ice cream and the paint brush and began painting himself with the ice cream. Feeling the bristles of the brush against his nipples made them rock hard. Pinching his nipples hard to ground himself in the moment, Michael continued to apply the ice cream to his body thickly, ensuring his ass crack and his cock were nicely covered and then began to rub himself all over the shopping cart. Running his ass crack down the edges of the shopping cart and rubbing his cock all over the inner metal of the grids, the shopping cart became progressively more chocolatey. It was now night time and needing a break, Michael climbed into the shopping cart to rest. He had done it, he made his dreams come true. A smile broke across his face, but he knew this couldn’t last forever and he knew society would never accept him for his passion and love for shopping carts. Feeling himself cry a little, he wiped his tears away and climbed back out again after what seemed like hours. He would give the shopping cart the best send off he could imagine and encase his dream into a permanent reminder of this day. Michael started to engross himself in his task of licking every inch of the cart so it was clean. His tongue worked itself into every nook and cranny of the cart, feeling the metal from all angles touch his skin intimately. His erection was raging hard, but he refused to touch it, he wanted to make this experience the most intimate, loving, passionate experience he has ever felt and he hoped the shopping cart would feel this through his actions. After the amazing day he had, Michael realized he needed to make this moment a life long memory and to do this, he decided to use his experience as a smith to melt the cart down into objects people wouldn’t suspect as being a shopping cart. It took a lot of time, but he managed to create a pendant that can be hung from a necklace, a cock ring that perfectly fit his dick when erect, a butt plug and through a lot of hard work, a shopping trolley model that could sit in his bedroom. Michael would regularly jack off onto all of these and gain sexual satisfaction from polishing them up afterward. He finally achieved his dreams.

Chapter 1 - Down to the River (1/2)

"Hnngg!" Will felt himself exert a huge amount of force, relieving his body from his days work. He panted heavily as he felt a sticky, gooey substance slip easily down his hand, acting as a lubricant. He sighed, thinking to himself when he will ever stop his habit of masturbating while thinking Bryce or, sadly, Alyssa, his sister. "Will! How long does it take you to wake up! C'mon! Me and Bryce are heading down to the river today. You should come with us!" Alyssa called as Will quickly rubbed his hands on the towel and buttoned his cloth pants. "Be right there, Alyssa!" called Will, excited about being alone with Bryce and Alyssa. "Tomorrow I leave to Darkfell to begin my life as a Soldier of the Great Army. I have had 24 years to prepare for this, and not once have I gotten laid!" Will thought to himself. Will moved through the house and grabbed his leather bag and strapped it around himself, securely. When he walked into the sun, he heard a call. "Will! Bryce and I will head down to the river ahead of you! See you down there!" "Bye Will!" called Bryce. Will watched as the two turned and rode down the road, massive, tight breasts and large, bulbous asses bouncing as the horses galloped. Will immediately felt and erection appear and he let his mind drift to thoughts of fucking his sister and farm helper (Bryce). His hand reached into his pants and touched his hard wood. He turned towards the barn and proceeded to open and close the door. Clydia, Will's mare, nayyed lovingly as he entered her stall. She sniffed his hair and shoved her head against his stomach, her mouse tickling his erection under his pants. Will felt his cock get real hard and he pulled his pants down, letting his giant cock touch against Clydia's mouth, whiskers tickling it. Clydia sniffed his cock, pointing her ears forward, then she stuck her tongue out and licked it, lovingly. "Ahh!" Will sighed as he felt the warm tongue wrap around his cock. He pet the soft fur along the neck of the horse. Clydia was also excited. She walked forward and lifted her tail, revealing a clean, round pussy with a black, scrunched ass hole right above it. It was always clean, for Will needed it clean for his frequent lickings. I wonder if this time she will let me put it in... he thought. Will stuck his hand between her legs and rubbed vigorously, touching the outside of the pussy gently. He shoved his thumb inwards. It slid right in with ease. He moved it back and forth, the added his other fingers. His cock was very hard at this point. He called Clydia to come, and she turned her head. He stuck his fingers towards her mouth, and she gently licked and nibbled his fingers. Will stood on a stool to reach her back side. His cock fell perfectly aligned with her dripping pussy. He scooped the falling pre-cum and rubbed it to lubricate his cock. "Clydia... Here I come!" He shoved his cock in deeply. It sank all the way, all twelve inches. Warm, tightening skin clung around his massive cock. He felt himself come alive, and he began to vigorously shove in and out of Clydia's tight, dripping pussy. Clydia nayyed loudly and shoved backwards in glee. "I'm CUMMING!" Will yelled in ecstasy. Hot cum shot out of his shaft and spread thick throughout her large pussy. Will panted and pulled his titanic cock out. Panting, he let his cock land right on top of her black, closed ass hole. Will looked down, his cock ready to be shoved in. Clydia looked back, sniffed, then stepped backwards. "Hngg!!!" Will shot more cum into her extremely tight hole. Slipping in and out, Will continued to fuck through orgasm. "Fuck yes!" Will cried as he orgasmed a third time. Panting heavily, Will stepped off the stool and leaned downwards to lick the last of Clydia's dripping pussy and ass. Her tail lowered, and Will readied her for the ride down to the river to meet Bryce and Alyssa. ------- -End of Chapter 1-- Yes, I know. This chapter was filled with bestiality, but I promise, the next one will be filled with lots of girl fucking:D, perhaps lesbian ;) Ill be posting it soon enough, so stay alive:D Comments are appreciated!

Chapter 1 - Thirty Bennies

Google Docs Mirror—Better Formatting Here’s the thing: I’m hot as fuck. I know it, and—more importantly—so does everyone else. I've got an ass you can bounce quarters off, a tiny waist, and tits that make shopping for bras an absolute nightmare. My cock is thick, and my pelvic floor could juice a grapefruit. People want to fuck me, and honestly? I don’t blame them. Wanting to fuck me is an objectively correct biological response. I scream, “Fantastic lay!” on the genetic level.  Of course, I’ve put a lot of work into being me, and I expect a return on that investment. It’s an arrangement that people seem to naturally understand. After all, no one approaches a goddess without a proper offering. Usual tributes involve gifts, shopping, favors, lavish dinners, and generally kissing the ground on which I walk. I can’t say that doesn’t work for me, but this was the first time I’d ever considered an offer of more direct compensation. I should probably back up a little bit. It was the last week of senior year, and I was looking forward to the expanded horizons (and lack of nagging parents) in my post-secondary education. Due to some… we’ll say mild issues with my attendance, I was just turning 20 by this point. Luckily, I tested extremely well, so there wasn’t much impact on my selection of schools. Understand that I’m a ho by choice, not because I lack skills elsewhere.  I was standing at my locker and answering a few texts while the rabble cleared out. As the hallway emptied, I grabbed my purse from my locker, and turned to leave, almost running into a girl standing behind me.  “Oh. Hi, Mildred,” I said, with a polite smile.  “H—i,” she stuttered back.  She was another senior named Mildred Cheese, and she was just—God, she was weird.   I didn’t dislike her. I didn’t even know her, really. She hardly ever talked, and she did weird shit sometimes, but she’d never been shitty or anything (at least not to me.) She just looked, acted—and smelled—exactly like someone named Mildred Cheese would. She was kind of tall and wore like the same 5 hoodies in rotation every week. They were all way too big on her, and all of them were either white-girl-dreamcatcher affairs or some anime shit. Her hair was wiry and frizzy, probably due to her atrocious home dye jobs that always seemed to leave her hair a faded shade between blue and green. She wore nothing but ankle skirts that must’ve come out of a time capsule buried before women could vote. Oh, and she wore sandals. All the time. I saw her walk in the building with blue toes once because there was a foot of snow outside.  Like I said, she did weird shit—like quietly stand a few inches behind me, for example.  “H—hi… Mia,” she said after what felt like an hour. “Hhheeeey,”  I tried to keep my smile polite, but she was starting to sketch me out. The weirdo didn’t help things much, though. She just smiled back and kept staring at me, looking a little lost.  “What’s up?” I finally asked. “O—oh, I’m sorry… to bother you, um…”—she trailed off for a moment, adjusting her grip on the bag she held to her chest—“a-are you busy this weekend?” “I’ve got a couple of things planned, but nothing set in stone. Why?” This is pretty much my prepared response, and it was also a titanic lie. I had at least 4 dates planned before Monday, but the standard rule of ho-ing is that you never shoot someone down before you know what they’re offering.  Going on a date with me is like an OBO situation; you’re always subject to getting bumped if I get a better offer. Given, it was more of a reflex in this situation. The last thing that I expected from “Mildy Cheese” was an enticing offer.  “W-would you like to uh… m—movie? I-I have a place… and food!” I sort of laughed, but I think I managed to mask it as a flirt. I’m not a total bitch; I didn’t gain anything from hurting her feelings.   “Are you asking me on a date, Mildred?” “If you want… y—y’know… I’d like to…” she paused for a moment, “…you can call me Millie.” “I’m flattered, Millie. I just”—I ran my fingers through my hair, and looked off to the side—“I’m going out of state for school soon, so I don—” “Oh! Me too,” she interrupted. “Y-yeah, so… I’m not really looking for a relationship right now.” That one was true. I’m not looking for a relationship. It’s not the reason I didn’t want to go on a date with her, though. The reason for that should be obvious. “O—oh… I understand,” she said. I was kind of surprised. She was taking it a lot better than I thought she would. Then again, you never know with the quiet, unfortunate-looking types. Maybe she had a Glock under that rank Yuri on Ice hoodie, I don’t know. In the interest of being nice, and avoiding being doxxed, I thought to ask if she wanted to hang out sometime. I didn’t intend to follow through, but it’s the thought that counts, right? “If you’d maybe want to—” “Just fuck?”  I looked back at her with genuine surprise. She looked at me like she wanted to be shot in the head. Her face turned so red that her blemishes blended in with the skin around them. I laughed, but I don’t think I pulled off the flirty mask this time.  I think she meant to ask a little more tactfully, maybe start a little lower and work her way up, but the horny little troll just barfed her horny little guts out in the middle of the hallway. Truthfully, I wasn’t even mad. It had been a long, long time since someone had been honest about wanting to ride one part of me or another from the start. “I-I’ll pay you…” That certainly didn’t make the situation any better for her. I steadied myself against the locker, my oxygen-deprived laughter progressing from a loud snicker into a wheeze. Millie looked like she was about to have a stroke. I felt bad, but how was I supposed to react? Ask me out, then ask to be fuck buddies, then move to straight-up solicitation? It was pathetic, but I almost admired her boldness.  “I—I have… u—um th—three th–th-thousand…” Karma got the best of me, and I choked on my own spit when I heard that number. I briefly considered that she might be bluffing, but why would she dig herself deeper here?  “W-what?” I asked, still catching my breath.  “I—I have three thousand,” she dug through her bag, and held out an envelope, “I can g-get more by F—Friday…” I cautiously took the envelope, not entirely sure it wasn’t going to give me anthrax or something. It was stuffed with hundred-dollar bills, almost beyond closing. I looked back up at her, utterly perplexed.   “H-how did you get this, like—” I started. “I draw,” she interrupted. “O—online. I—I draw.” Oh my god. This girl was trying to pay me for sex with yiff money. It was the most on-brand business transaction of her entire life.  Again, I had to admire her nerve. She had it in cash. Meaning that she knew I was going to shoot her down and had 30 Bennies on deck to change my mind. It was maybe the single ballsiest action I’ve ever seen out of another human being, and you know what? They don’t say fortune favors the bold for nothing.  Let’s be honest: this girl was one-thousand percent virgin. I figured I’d make her like cum twice, tell her she’s pretty and her vagina isn’t wrong, tastefully avoid the inevitable “I love you” conversation, snuggle up to her while she fell asleep, and bam!  Easiest three grand in the history of ho-dom.  Then my brain kicked in. “Wait… how old are you?” Millie looked like she’d been hoping I wouldn’t ask. I raised an eyebrow. “I—I’m 18 … today” she finally said. “I.D.,” I demanded, putting my hand out. Millie stood there for a second like her brain was lagging or something. Then she dug around in her purse and pulled out her driver’s license. I scanned it over a couple of times. I’ve used my share of fakes, and this one didn’t have any of the telltale signs. Besides, if you were gonna spring for a fake I.D., you wouldn’t go for one that you can’t even buy beer with, right? “Buying yourself a birthday present, dear Mildred?” I teased, turning the license over a few times, “Trying to shred the V-card before you get to college?” Millie looked away and started to hide her face, but her eyes caught something that surprised her. Mr. Ivan, the vice-principal, had stepped out of the nearby classroom, apparently taking his time to leave for the day. He looked at both of us, then the envelope in my hand, then the license in the other. He opened his mouth to say something. “If you don’t want me to call your husband, you’ll shut your mouth, forget you saw this, and get the fuck out of the building, Andrew,” I pulled out my phone, and started flipping through some pictures. He was gone before I even got to anything saucy.  “Wh— what was that?” Millie asked. “His husband has a little dick, and he’s a fucking size queen,” I answered, locking my phone and slipping it in my purse.  “W— why would you call—” her eyes widened in realization, “Oh.” “So, I’m not saying yes…” I began, flicking through the money again, “but if I did, what would be your plan?” “W—well… my parents are out of town for the week. T—they leave on Friday morning. Y—you could come that evening, and um… you know…” “I don’t know, Mildred. You haven’t told me,” “We could have sex?” “We could, yes. There are many types of sex. Which of the types are you requesting?” “W—well, you could fuck me… wherever… and um…” With each passing second, her face turned redder, and her neck seemed to grow shorter. By the time she finally got the last part out, she was slumped so low that her head was almost level with mine, eyes locked on the ground in front of her. “I—I want to—I’d like to give you a blowjob.” “So, you’re a bottom then?” I smirked. Millie shifted uncomfortably. “I—I’d like to try topping, but… I’m a little nervous. I’ve never had…um…sex before,” “I gathered that,” I giggled derisively, “Are you wanting to try toys, or just uh…?” “I-I’m actually X2Y… you know… intersex?” she said. “I know what X2Y means, Mildred.” I scoffed, slipped the money into my purse, and looked back up at her.  “Alright, here’s the deal. Three grand gets you one night.”  “Only one…?” She hesitated.  I reached up to stroke her cheek. “I promise it’ll be money well spent~”  She let out a sigh, and her cheek sort of… fell against my hand. I felt a little sorry for her. My girl was touch-starved in a very big way. Feeling generous, I gently guided her back to the locker and pushed my body up against hers. Her eyes started to droop a little when I put my ear to her chest, and she cautiously wrapped an arm around my back. “I have some rules though…okay?” I asked sweetly.   She nodded slowly. It was sort of cheating because she probably would’ve agreed to anything, at that point. “You pay for the night… so condoms, lube, food, whatever we need. Okay?” She nodded. “You get clean and shower up before I get there. I don’t play with stinky bits, so make yourself presentable, yeah? ” She nodded. I abruptly stopped touching her face and neck, and she opened her eyes to investigate. “Also, I’m not your fuck-slave. I’ll do the job you’re paying for, but if you start treating me like you own me? I’m out. Understand?” “O—Of course,” she answered. I nodded in approval and leaned in a little harder. I put my hand to her head, and gently guided her down, pushing myself up on my tiptoes. I could feel her heartbeat in her face, but I stopped a few inches away from her lips. “One last thing?”  “H—huh?” Why me? hmm?~” I knew the answer, of course. Read the first paragraph again. I’m god’s gift to sex drives. But I wanted to hear her say it out loud. Her flustered stuttering and crimson cheeks were becoming an acquired taste of mine. “I think about you all the time…I can’t stop,” she replied. “Eveeeer~?♪” I teased, inching closer. A sound not unlike a tea kettle whistling in the distance came out of her dry lips. I passed them, bringing my lips closer to her ear. My other hand meandered down towards her thigh. “Already practiced saying my name~?” I whispered enticingly.  Flustered, she opened her mouth to speak, and that’s when I pounced. God, she was so sweaty. I was disappointed that she didn’t cream herself. That’s kind of what I was going for. I think she nearly fainted when I rubbed the tip of my tongue around hers, though. After a few seconds, I pulled back and gave her another pat on the cheek. “See you Friday, Mildy,” Millie didn’t respond, still slumped against the locker. I have that effect on people.  .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. I stepped out of my uber, scrolling through my phone and ignoring the driver’s flirty goodbye. I slipped my overnight ho-ing bag over my shoulder and texted Millie while I walked to the door. She opened it just as I started typing.  God, she was such a simp.  She waved excitedly. I nodded, looking back at my phone. Once I got inside, she shut and locked the door.   “Thank you for coming,” she began, “can I get you anything to eat? O—or drink?” I ignored her for a bit, taking my sunglasses off to look around the house. Her place was pretty nice. Tiled entryway, huge living room, huge kitchen, a pretty intricate spiral staircase—it wasn’t a mansion, by any means, but her family obviously wasn’t hurting for money. “Water would be nice, thanks.” I slipped my sunglasses back on and pushed my sable tresses over the frames. Dismissively, I held my bag out. “Can you put this somewhere?” “O—of course. I’ll be right back,” she said, taking the bag and hurrying off somewhere.  As I meandered into the living room, I took in a bit more of the scenery. Black leather sofa, white fluffy carpet, bookshelf, TV, family pictures—I stopped at some of those, confused and laughing quietly to myself.   Millie’s dad could’ve been Captain America’s stunt double. Big green eyes, clear skin, excellent grooming,  gorgeous smile, biceps that could pop my head off like a champagne cork—let’s just say he was wearing cargo shorts, a popped collar, and socks with sandals in one of the pictures, and I’d probably still hit it. If I’m a 10, he would be like a 7½—maybe even an 8.  In contrast, Millie’s mom… let’s just say that Millie suddenly made perfect sense. The gaudy glasses, the frizzy hair, the terrible dye jobs— if you took every mean thing I said about Mildred so far and tripled it, you would get an accurate approximation of her mom.  I seated myself on the couch, still giggling a bit. Fishing through my purse, I pulled out a little tin and dumped a few pieces of gum into my hand. I tossed them into my mouth and chewed until my cheeks had a pleasant, minty tingle. You always want to make sure your breath is fresh before the ho-ing commences.   “I put your bag in my bedroom,” Millie began, then seemed to second guess herself, “but I can move it to the guest room if you like.” “Whatever. As long as you don’t wet the bed or anything,” I coldly droned back. Millie laughed nervously, shaking her head. “Nope… I also laundered the bedding this morning, so…” “Good girl,” I complimented, still not looking up, “sleeping in virgin fap sweat doesn’t agree with my skin.” “Y—you look beautiful…” She didn’t say it, so much as the words just fell out of her mouth. She didn’t even acknowledge the previous jab at her expense. A suppressed, cocky smile spread across my face when I looked up. She was right, but I also put the bare minimum of effort into getting ready that morning. I hadn’t even shaved downstairs in a few days. My hair was still a bit damp at the roots, and I hadn’t done my makeup beyond a little foundation, mascara, and powder. I just had a white T-shirt, and a bluish, plaid skirt, plus my sneakers and stockings. It was a cute outfit, sure, but not one you’d get complimented in unless you were hot already. To her credit, she looked like a solid 4½ now, which was about as much improvement as you could expect in a week. Her skin had cleared up a bit, her hair had a little more volume (and less frizz), and she’d swapped out one of those giant, gross hoodies for a giant, gross T-shirt. I figured I’d take what I could get. “I know, but thanks. You’re looking more human yourself, good job.” I put my shoe on the coffee table and pushed it away from the couch. With a disinterested look, I gestured to Millie, and then to the space that I’d cleared in front of me. Millie hesitated for just a second, then quickly moved into position, and kneeled as directed. “Just keep your teeth off it, okay?” I scoffed, uncrossing my legs. “Um…” “Lost your nerve, spode?” I asked, looking back at my phone.   “N—no, I want to, um… c—could I… kiss you… first?”  “Ugh, no. I don’t want your weird funyun breath in my face again.” I grimaced, with a mocking gag. I didn’t look up, but I could see her shoulders slump a little. “I—I’m sorry if I had bad breath on Monday, but um…that was after a whole day… and I wasn’t expecting… you know…” she stammered around my refusal for a moment, “…I brushed right before you got here…” I rolled my eyes and laid my phone at my side. She smiled, both nervous and expecting.  “Open your mouth,” I ordered, “Tongue out.” The look in her eyes showed hesitation that her body did not, as she immediately complied. I leaned forward, pinched her tongue between my finger and thumb, and spit my gum into her mouth. “Chew that for a minute, and I’ll think about it,” I smirked, picking my phone up and leaning back.  When I heard her start chewing, I couldn’t resist. I turned my back camera on to sneak a look but didn’t get what I expected. She wasn’t just chewing it—she was savoring it. Packing it into both cheeks, swishing it around her gumline, smashing it under her tongue and against the roof of her mouth—either she and spearmint had a history, or Millie was a bit more of a freak than I expected.  I hit record as I felt the warmth of blood rushing south, and the accompanying symptoms start to surface: a squishy, moist feeling down low, and the steadily increasing tightness of fabric just above. I quickly crossed my legs again, and luckily she didn’t open her eyes. It was like she was in a trance, sucking my spit out of a chewed up wad of gum. She looked almost euphoric.  I felt blood rush north to my face soon after, once I realized I’d been watching her chew gum for almost five minutes. I had gotten a little lost in it myself, squeezing my crossed thighs to get some stimulation.  Look, I’m kind of a whore, but I’m definitely a slut. I like people telling me that I’m hot and great at sex. I take it further than a lot of people, but that’s because I’m hotter and better at sex than most people. You do what you can get away with, and I can get away with quite a lot. If you don’t like that, you either have the opposite kink, or you’re lying.  I knew I could get away with spitting in her mouth, because she’s a desperate virgin, and I’m… well, I’m me. I got off on that. Does it make me a bad person? Yeah, and I’ve accepted that because I have better orgasms than you. Cumming hard enough will really change your perspective on a whole lot of things, actually. To see her swish a minty spit-sponge around her mouth like it was soaked in fine wine? That hit a button for me; one I didn’t really know I had before. I almost came just watching and humping my own thighs. If it wasn’t for the embarrassment of having to explain to Millie why I had a spontaneous orgasm not watching her chew gum, I probably would have.  “A-alright, Mildred. Make it quick,” I announced, “if that gum touches my mouth, I’m gonna be pissed. Got it?” “Thank you!” Millie bubbled up and climbed up next to me on the couch. Even with my threat, she seemed hesitant to spit the gum out and packed it away in her cheek or something.  I leaned my head over the back of the couch. Millie stood on her knees and leaned down over me.  Objectively, I’m going to say that she was awful at kissing. She’d obviously never done it before, and she was more interested in sticking her tongue as far into my mouth as possible than actually doing anything with it. The girl licked my molars at one point. What kind of freak does that?  I’m also going to tell you that I was dripping onto her parent’s couch after she was done. Why? Because she treated that kiss like it was a fucking heist. She kissed me like she was never going to kiss me again; like she wanted to burn my taste straight into her forever memories. I wasn’t a partner in that kiss, I was a venue; a vault full of loot carelessly left unguarded, and she grabbed everything she could carry.   I should mention, I’m a bit of a narcissist. I think that might have some relevance to the story. Because now, once the moment of hedonistic enjoyment at a virgin loser’s expense is over, I have to reconcile with the fact that the loser virgin almost made me cream myself with a terrible kiss. Gradually, my pride and shame overtook enjoyment as she pulled away.  I managed to put on my bored mask before she opened her eyes, but it felt unusually shaky. Looking at her blissful face—like the face she made chewing the gum turned up to 11—it was growing increasingly difficult to feign disinterest. That only fed my frustration. I was not getting turned on by this ugly little gremlin. I was turned on because she was so pathetic and malleable to me. I was turned on by her acknowledgment of my superiority. She’d be schlicking and fapping her little nerd brains out to this memory for the rest of her life.  “God, you suck at this…” I grimaced, rolling my eyes, “I hope your mouth is at least good for sucking dick, Mildy. ‘Cause like… clearly it’s not great for talking or kissing…” “Th—th-thank you for the kiss… sorry it was bad. I—It’s my first time…” she explained, climbing back down to her prepared place on the floor.  “I could tell…” I scoffed and sat up a little straighter.  I hoped I’d bought enough time with my performative bitchiness that my arousal wouldn’t show. Nope. I uncrossed my legs, and my wood put an unmistakable tent in my skirt. It’s the one time I envy XX girls. If they play it cool enough, they can more or less hide getting turned on until someone actually pets the kitty. Most of the time, at least. Not an option for me. Millie gasped softly, staring for a moment or two.   “Y—you’re already hard?” she asked, an accomplished smile spreading across her face. “I haven’t had a good blowie in a while, so I’m a little excited.” I huffed. I was trying to knock her back down a peg, but it didn’t seem to work. “Don’t disappoint me too much.” “I’ll do my best!” She beamed. “And don’t go poking your nasty fingernails inside anything, got it?” Millie smiled, lifted my skirt, and softly flipped it back; completely entranced.   Her eyes lit up. My panties were doing a poor job of containment, and my cock was stretching them in an enticingly obscene way. Millie’s eyes went a little wide as she released it from confinement, and gave it a few, tentative strokes. “It’s—so b-“—I smiled, knowing exactly what she was going to say, but anticipating it all the same—“beautiful.” That… wasn’t what I expected. Nice, I guess, but unexpected. Not to brag, but like I said up top: I’ve got a fat cock. Like, a tallboy knob. 6 inches long, and a liiiiiitle under 9 around. Not too long to go all the way in, but more than thick enough to really stretch ‘em out. Just like everything else about me—perfect.  (Actually? Bragging a little. Not sorry.) I was kind of expecting the usual, “are you sure this thing is for humans?” line. But beautiful? That was…new. I didn’t have much time to think about it, because once she put it in her mouth, my brain kind of shut off for a bit. Another surprise—she was pretty good. I exhaled softly as warmth enveloped the tip, and I sank back into the couch. She must have practiced, which made sense. Giving me a blowjob was the one thing she had been specific about wanting to do. It was the kind of head you could fall asleep to— in a good way, though. That ASMR succ. Millie’s frizzy hair sweetly tickled my thighs as she moved up and down. A curled tongue waved back and forth ever so slightly, lips applying the gentlest suction. The sounds of suckling, humming, and an occasional moan tied it all together in a perfect rhythm; a sweet symphony that drowned my senses. Truthfully, there was a big part of me that just wanted to let her work it. I wasn’t exactly lying when I said it had been a while since I’d gotten any good head. Most people’s jaws cramp up just getting around the thing. You try getting a coke can into your mouth without letting it touch your teeth. It’s harder than you would think. (Or maybe not, that doesn’t exactly sound easy now that I write it out.) Unfortunately, I was too petty not to attempt sabotage. Remembering that I was—in fact—being paid for this by a loser who couldn’t get any otherwise, I slowly slipped my legs over her shoulders and crossed one over the other. My off-hand crept slowly towards my crossed leg, eager to spring my little trap, and force her down. I didn’t get the chance though. Millie’s eyes darted over to my hand, and she said something like, “Oowykeepfohf?” Caught red-handed, I mumbled back, “Huh?” Millie tried again, but the results weren’t any better. On the third try, she pulled her lips off my meat and said, “Would you like a deepthroat, Mia?” Now I was curious and aroused in equal measure. Her head game couldn’t be that strong, could it? What kind of maniac practices deep throating before they've ever had sex? Her kinks so far were a neon sign that said, “I have low self-esteem.” She asked me if I wanted “a deepthroat”. She had anime sweatshirts for fuck’s sake. I decided to call the bluff. “Well…I wouldn’t be opposed.” Tossing my hair behind my shoulder, I scooted up to the edge of the couch, and helpfully pulled her hair back. “Just don’t barf on me, okay?” This is why I don't gamble. Millie smiled, put her lips back on it, and fucking swallowed me whole.  “Oh fuck—”  I locked my thighs around her head to stop her from coming back up. I was worried she’d make me bust in seconds if I let her throat it at her own pace, especially when I was this turned on. She didn’t seem to mind and kept working her tongue and throat despite her restraint. I managed to hold it together, but that was getting more difficult by the second.  “H-holy shit, aren’t you a virgin?” Millie nodded, with a nonchalant, “Mhm.” “H-have you ever given head before?”  She shook her head.  “Well, I hope you’re getting your money’s worth choking on it,” I taunted. She broke her gaze from mine and looked off to the side. It’s always cute when someone gets embarrassed by something you say after they’ve been sucking you off for a few minutes already.  I laughed, but the reality was that she wasn’t choking. Not even a gag or cough so far, and she’d been throating it for almost a minute. I rolled my hips around and squished her nose against the prickly regrowth of my pubic hair, but she still didn’t flinch. In fact, she moaned. I started to get pissed. Little slag thinks she’s hot shit? I had to teach her a lesson. “Alright, you thirsty simp … I’d normally charge you extra for this, but since you haven’t been completely worthless”—I unclenched my thighs and jumped to my feet—“I’m gonna take the reins from here.” I grabbed two handfuls of her greasy hair, yanked my dripping dick out of her mouth, and slammed it back in. I paused, then did it again. And again. And again.  After I got into a nice rhythm, I saw her hands come up out of the corner of my eye. I sneered, expecting to feel them pushing on my thighs and to hear a gag reach my ears. I gasped a little when she started softly caressing me instead; my round ass with one hand, and my swollen sack with the other.  Frustrated at her apparent competence, I put one of my shoes on the couch, and used the leverage to put a little more hip into my thrusts. She was still moaning, her stupid, blemished face twisting in ecstasy.   “Are you actually doing an ahegao face, you fucking weeb!?” I growled, slapping her face against my pubic bone. “G-god… y—— such a fuck—mbarrassment.” I leaned my body forward and pulled her face down into my crotch as hard as I could. I’m surprised it didn’t give her a fat lip, but I shouldn’t be—her thin little lips probably don’t have enough meat to swell, and her giant buck teeth were big enough to chew lumber.  … I’d never cum that hard in my life.  … I’m glad I had her face buried so she couldn’t see mine. I managed to growl something nasty instead of moaning, but that was only because my shame and disgust barely overpowered my pleasure. The one hope I had left was that she would choke on my load, and it’d come out her nose or something. Nope. I came even harder when the audible glug-glug-glug of her carefully paced guzzling was accompanied only by her hums of delight. That just twisted the knife. I kept her pressed against me long after she’d squeezed the final drops from my shaft, trying to steady my wobbly knees. Eventually, I pulled back and loosened my grip on her frizzy mop. Her lips shined with drool, which strung from my cock as she pulled away. Her cheap, clown-red, mom lipstick was smudged all around, including a particularly heavy transfer around my base. She looked up at me with her tongue out, showing off her completely empty mouth.  “I think I swallowed your gum…” she mumbled, her tongue still hanging out. I slumped back on the couch and tried to catch my breath. She scooted forward, and rested her cheek on my lap, sighing with contentment. The bitter and petty part of me tried to think of something snide to say, but her negative qualities were strangely hard to place all of the sudden—like she’d sucked the wickedness from my soul. I laid my head back and started to drift, absent-mindedly running my fingers through her hair. … “Would you like something to eat or drink while you rest up?” While I rest up? I fucked her face like a jackhammer, and she asked if I needed some rest? That brought a few negative qualities back to mind. “Look, I’m just resting for your benefit. When you want me to stuff another hole, you just let me know,” I said.  “O—oh, I should’ve known. I’m ready now,” she apologized. Truth be told, that was something of a lie, but I couldn’t let her know that. “Then get me hard and put the condom on, already. If you want me to blow your back out, the least you could do is take care of the prep work. God…” “Oh! Of course! I’m sorry, I’ll go get some…” I pulled out my phone while she ran off. She came back with a Nightmare Before Christmas bag (of-fucking-course) which was filled with a frankly hilarious number of smaller drawstring bags, all of which were labeled. Why the fuck did she have so many?  “S-sorry. I didn’t know if you had a preference, or what size you were…” Dork-ass set the sack full of neatly sorted raincoats on the coffee table. “…so I just bought a bunch.” “Kinda doesn’t matter. Rubbers are always tight on me, but thanks for trying, I guess,” I said, dismissively. Millie picked a larger one from one of the bags, grabbed a little bottle of lube from the side pocket, and knelt between my lazily spread knees.  “I’m sorry you have to wear one. My parents would freak out if I was on birth control,” she explained. “What would they do if they caught you getting face-fucked on their couch?” I sneered. “You don’t need birth control for that…” She delivered it deadpan, but I think she was trying to be funny. I thought it was funny, at least. I’m not sure though, because I didn’t look up from my phone. I tried to tell myself it was because I didn’t care, but I was honestly worried that the anticipation of feeling her mouth on my dick again would show in my face. Or the shame that came along with it.  God. I could never play truth or dare again. I’d have to spend the whole game doing dares. I’d be terrified at the possibility of being forced to tell a room full of people that the best head I ever got was from Mildy-fucking-Cheese. And it wasn’t even close.  A more intimate sigh of pleasure escaped me when I felt her lips this time, and my cheeks started to burn. I flipped my skirt down over her head to make sure she wouldn’t see. I kind of like that look anyway, so it was a win-win. She didn’t react in the slightest. It didn’t take long for me to get hard once she started, but it felt so good that I considered asking her not to stop—Immediately kicked myself for that.  She gently stroked a dollop of lube on my shaft and put a few drops in the condom before she rolled it down. It was a little tight around my wide base, but her careful prep paid off. As she applied the lube to the outside, the friction of her strokes made my breath catch.  “All done, Miss Kamiya!” She gave a small bow like she was in a maid cafe or something.  “Took you fucking long enough…” I groaned, cringing a little. As I started to stand up, she jumped back out of my way and stood patiently, albeit with an eager bounce. Guiding her by the shoulder, I brought her to the arm of the couch and bent her over it. I rolled my eyes and pulled her granny skirt to her ankles. I raised my eyebrows a little. Where I expected to find some hand-me-down panties to match her period-accurate suffragette skirt, there were instead a pair of spats— like, compression shorts. After a few seconds, she looked cautiously over her shoulder and asked, “Is everything okay?” “Did you piss yourself or something?” I poked her weird choice of undergarment, which squished and briefly stuck to her skin—very damp.  “S-sorry… um… I…” “Spit it out, drippy. I don’t do pee stuff,” I exhaled, frustrated and impatient. “Nono… I just… I get really wet, especially when I’m trying to keep my cock soft. It’s not anything gross…” “Speak for yourself…” I grimaced briefly, but was immediately distracted by my next thought, “…why are you trying to keep your cock soft while you’re fucking, you weirdo?” “It just gets in the way… and things get a little messy,”  “This ain’t messy to you?” “I-It usually doesn’t get that bad, but I um… I really liked going down on you. Sorry,”  I couldn’t help but smile a little at that. ‘That’s right, bitch. At least you know a perfect 10 when you see one,’ I thought to myself. “You got this wet and kept your dick soft? Bullshit,” I laughed, shaking my head. “It’s true, though!” she protested, pushing herself up to look back at me, “I’ve just had a lot of practice.” “Look, I’m sure you have tons of practice with soft dick, sweetie, but I’m not touching those…” I scowled, leaning away, “pull 'em down, and show me what I’m gonna be working with. If I don’t feel too barfy after, maaaaybe I’ll touch it.” Millie looked a little miffed but listened. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband, dropped them down around her thighs, and leaned back over the arm for my inspection. My eyebrows and jaw both dropped a little bit in surprise. Millie’s cock, tucked between her legs, slowly parted from her slick cunt as she bent over. It made a sound like a post-it peeling off the wall, and her juices strung between the X and Y bits as they parted. I grabbed it almost reflexively, which made her squeal and shiver.  I ran my other hand along her pussy, still in disbelief. Millie buried her face in one of the couch cushions to muffle herself as she drooled a few drops of clear, viscous liquid from both her genitalia.  She was telling the truth, though. Her pussy was slavering, but her cock was completely soft… and bigger than I expected. Like… as long as mine was when it was hard, though not even half as thick. Aside from being extra squishy, she was pretty much clean. No discharge, and no offensive odor or anything.   “D-do you want me to go wash up?” She hesitated. “No, I believe you,” I laughed, somewhat enjoying the feedback I got from teasing her.  She groaned, squealed, and gasped as I played, pinpointing her sweet spots, and avoiding spending too much time on them. I was a bit fascinated at how much she leaked without getting hard. I don’t know how long I prodded and stroked, but she finally spoke up. “Mia—Miss Kamiya, I mean… c-can we move this somewhere else?” “Oh? Not enjoying yourself, Mildred?” “No, that’s— aaahh—not the problem. I—If we make a mess on this couch, my parents are going to know…” “If we make a mess, dear?” “If I make a mess… s-sorry…” “Oh, what are you worried about? You haven’t even gotten hard yet. You take pills for this or something?” I taunted, sliding a hand up to grope her ass.  “N-No… I—It’s just starting to ache… I don’t think I can keep it soft for much longer if you…” “Aww, little Millie’s balls getting blue? Well, wherever they are… nothing swinging down here. Just a slimy little pussy, and a big floppy cock.” “P-please, Miss Kamiya… I can’t take it anymore…” “Aww… don’t you want me to fuck your little pussy?” “YES—u-um… I mean… yes… I ju-“ “If I lose this wood dealing with your bullshit, I’m not waiting for you to put the rubber on again, and I’m not barebacking you either.” “I want it. I’m sorry, Mia. Please fuck me,” I was getting a little more into it now that the freak had remembered her place. I leaned over and whispered, “If you can hold it in until I’m done with your nasty little slit, I’ll let you put that pencil dick inside me.” Millie’s eyes lit up, and she looked over her shoulder.  “I—inside?” “Whichever hole you want, Millie. Both of ‘em, even… if you can still get it up, of course,” Her eyes lit up as she nodded. “O-okay…” I stood back up, and licked my lips in anticipation, running my throbbing cock up and down her pussy. I’d been talking a lot of shit, but despite the rest of her hideous form, she was pretty appealing from the waist down. “W-will it hurt?” I stopped and looked back up at her.  “I-I can take it, but… um… am I going to tear? … I-I’ll be quiet, sorry…” I had stopped because her whining reminded me of my first time. Spoiler: it hurt. It burned like hell, I bled a lot, and the guy fucking me didn’t seem to notice or care. I tried to fake moans while I was holding back tears, and I acted like everything was fine afterward because he said I was good. Sure, I’m a bitch now, but I was a scared virgin once too. I felt just a hint of warmth in my black, frozen heart.   “I’ll go easy at first. Tell me if something doesn’t feel right,” I said. “N-no, I can take it. J-just do it however—“ I grabbed a handful of hair and hissed into her ear.    “I wasn’t asking. You will tell me if it hurts. You understand?” “Y-yesImsorryIwillIpromise.” I let go of her hair and gently patted her head. “Good girl. Now relax…have you ever put anything here before?” “N-no, I tried with my fingers a few times, but it just felt weird…”  “Fingering is only fun with friends, don’t you know that?” I laughed. “Please put it in…” I lined up my shot and gave it a tiny push. It slid in past my head with almost no resistance. Her breath caught in her throat, and she started to squirm. “You okay?” “O-oh my god, you’re huge… oh fuck…” “Does it h—” I began. “J-just… really intense…please don’t stop” When I pushed forward a little more, she threw her ass back and completely buried me inside. She made a sound somewhere between a moan and a scream. I’m not completely sure, because I made a similar sound as her pussy clamped down, and her spasming squeezed me from every side. I started to ask if she was okay but before I got a word out, she moaned, “Fuck me, please.”  I happily obliged. I beat that gangly little nerd’s pussy half to death. Do you know why? … Because it was amazing… … and that pissed me off so much.  She asked if she’d tear? She was so wet that I could’ve started with my fist. Her pussy stuttered like her nasally dweeb voice, spasming irregularly and squeezing me every time I moved.  I couldn’t stop my moans anymore. I screamed in my throat, dug my fingers into her hips, and smashed that peach into jelly. If you could hear the sound it made over our moaning, you might think I was being literal. Her juices were splashing as we collided, our thighs were coated with runoff, and every once in a while it would squirt out as our hips slapped together. This was the pussy Ben Shapiro has nightmares about.  “O-Oh my god I’m gonna cum… Mia, I’m gonna cum please don’t stop…” She didn’t have to worry about that. I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to. Millie stuffed her face back in the pillow. I think she could’ve shattered glass with that scream. The geek’s legs were shaking so bad that she probably would have fallen off the couch entirely if my fingers weren’t white-knuckled around her skinny ass.  Once she started to cum and clamped down again, it was over. Not that I didn’t keep fighting it, but I felt like the little pig in the straw house at that point. Her pussy ripped every last drop out of me, and my level of compliance was a non-factor in the equation. By the time I managed to pull myself out, the condom looked like a small water balloon. It sloshed out with a small tug, the outside coated in her moisture.   Millie cooed in delight, her sweaty, reddened face resting softly on the cushion in blissful exhaustion. I squeezed her ass and gave her a quick slap across it. She squealed in delight but seemed too exhausted to do much else. Little did she know that I was only holding onto her ass because I wasn’t sure my legs were going to handle my weight on their own. I chanced it to take a step back, and survey the scene. As my eyes wandered further down, they nearly bugged out of my head. I stuttered out a reflexive, “Holy shit!” “W-what?” she hesitated, still resting her head on the couch. “N-nothing, just… just a bit of a mess…” I lied.  I didn’t want to say it. My cheeks burned red, with equal parts embarrassment and frustration as I started at the twitching monster between her knees. And I do mean between her knees literally. Mildy had a fucking cannon downstairs. I stared for a few more seconds, trying to keep my face neutral, walked over to the couch, and sat down. God, I actually crossed my legs like I could hide it at this point. “Th—that’s okay…W—wwwwas it… good for you?” “Pretty good. Like, for a virgin, at least. What about you?” “I’ve never cum like that before… I feel all squishy and tingly… y-you’re so good…” she gushed, her eyes lighting up when I looked down at her.  “I know. When you get your land legs back, would you get me something to drink? I worked up a sweat laying that pipe,”  She popped off the arm of the couch, and back to her feet with surprising enthusiasm.  “O-of course. I’ll be right back. Do you want water, or… I think we have some sodas and sparkling—” “Just water’s fine, thanks,” She turned to walk away, and I found myself staring at her deflating half-chub as soon as she wasn’t looking. I turned back to my phone and scrolled aimlessly, fuming.  Look, I’m not really familiar with inadequacy, because I’m the fucking best, alright? If you forgot, go read the first paragraph again.  I think you probably guessed, but I’m a bit of a size queen when it comes to my “assets”, and that little dweeb’s uncut donkey fuck-log mortified me.  How many times had she overheard me bragging in the halls, and just snickered to herself? I almost lost it thinking back to her calling mine “beautiful” earlier. Was this little bitch making fun of me!? “Beautiful!?” Yeah, and you have an “interesting” nose, you fucking harpie. Fuck you. … But you know what made it so much worse? Every time I thought about it, it heated me up. My cock bounced, and my pussy got a familiar itch I couldn’t quite scratch. I tried to put it out of my mind, but my body wouldn’t allow it. I was randy for the disgusting little goblin’s freakish moose cock, and it hit me like a recursive script loop. The hornier I got, the more embarrassed I got. The more embarrassed I got, the hornier I got.  I could find ways to make myself feel better about the earlier stuff. Of course, I liked her treating my spit like liquid gold. Of course, I liked her worshipping my cock with her mouth. Of course, I liked slamming her drooling pussy. I could make those about me. I liked them because she knew what the score was. Whatever bullshit I came up with, it was all about me stooping to grant favor to an unworthy, wretched mortal because their offering pleased me.  Her head game? Amazing, but I’m perfect. Pussy? She’s top 10%, but I’m top 1. No contest.  I couldn’t do that with this. I told myself that it was too big. That’s probably why she had to pay me. It was useless. If some crazy ho wanted something that big, they’d just buy two fisting gloves instead of one. It was uncut too, so “Mildy Cheese” was probably a more appropriate nickname than I thought. Ugh, so gross. …  That was the problem, though. I wanted it. I was the crazy ho. It was the first time in years that I had wanted something sexually other than food for my ever-growing ego. I felt like a grade-schooler that had just discovered crushes. I was angry that I couldn’t get it out of my mind. How dare she put butterflies in my stomach? I did my time already, you little creep! … No. I am Mia Marie Kamiya. I do not swoon. I do not pine. I do not humor this slow-burn bullshit. It is beneath me. I tell the pissants what I want, and they fall over themselves to give it to me. Millie played the secret chord, and the Goddess was pleased. She saw that it was good, and wished to partake.  I stood up, took a breath, and prowled towards the kitchen.  I was going to get that dick, and little Millie was going to revel in the privilege of serving me.

Chapter 3 - Zulette on Z'Ltar

Krat was High Emperor, Lord of the Universe, Imperial Leader, Ruler of Z'Ltar, Protector of the Imperium, and a succession of other titles that, if written out, would fill three pages of continuous text. In reality, he was a powerless figurehead, entrapped by squabbling bureaucrats in a rapidly decaying state apparatus. In these turbulent times he was lucky to avoid the significant probability of coup or assassination, but the decaying Imperial government and failing bureaucracy rendered his rule all but irrelevant. He was at an official state dinner, quite a boring affair, with some Senators and members of the Z'Ltar Domestic Industry Board when he received a neurosum from his Chief Political Advisor, Morphenius Kretlitz. Krat disliked and distrusted Kretlitz, but he shuddered to consider a life without him. He navigated the incredibly complex halls of Imperial power, building and breaking deals with Senators, domestic industrial corporations, I.T.S. representatives, military contractors, and the ever-present Z'Ltarian Priesthood of the High Temple. He maintained the extensive intelligence and security apparatus of the I.S.A., defusing coups and assassination attempts and ever protecting the Emperor. As the supposed Supreme Leader of humanity, Krat was bitter that so many of his powers and responsibilities were delegated to the Chief Advisor, but he understood the grim reality of the alternative. Krat excused himself from the Senator he was conversing with--about some economic matter that disinterested him--and walked to the Great Hall to receive the Chief Advisor. Just as he sat upon the Transoctium throne, the far door slid open and Kretlitz strode into the room. "Sire!" he said, "the girl has awoken from stasis." Zulette, the brave survivor of the press gangs, who used her ingenuity and courage to escape the brutal fate imposed by Ortaya Starlines--her face was already on nearly every HoloNetwork on Z'Ltar and the neighboring core worlds. Unbeknownst to the Emperor, Kretlitz had used his considerable connections in the mass media to promote this story. Now the impressment of stimsources was a widely discussed issue, and anger at not only Ortaya Starlines, but its parent corporation Transtellar Capital, and even the Guild as a whole, was at an all-time high. "Well?" said the Emperor. "What shall we do about this girl, who is she called? Zulette?" The Chief Advisor responded "Yes, your Imperial Majesty. Considering the public reaction, we should immediately respond to the crisis. I propose firstly, that we set up a series of interviews with Zulette on the major holonetworks, and secondly, that you have a personal audience with her, in your capacity as Emperor." Krat considered this. "Yes, this seems reasonable. I suppose that a personal audience seems in order. But Kretilitz," he added, addressing his Chief Advisor by name rather than title as he was prone to do, "what of this, uh . . . what do they call it?" "Impressment, Sire," interjected Kretlitz. "Ah yes, impressment," said Krat, "the public seems generally incensed by it. But moving against the guild now . . . would that not be a danger to my power in the Empire?" Kretlitz trembled slightly, as he prepared to propose to the Emperor an action that was central to his plans of Galactic domination. "Well, your Majesty," he said, "the public is incredibly angry at the Trade Guild for its role in the recent . . . events. As such, failing to contain the Guild will be seen not only as a failure to protect Imperial subjects from the press gangs, but also a submission of your authority to such nefarious interests. If you wish to maintain not only your popularity, but also your political power, I believe that a move against the Guild will be essential." The Emperor considered this for a moment, and asked, "Well, how do you propose responding to the Guild?" Kretlitz responded, "Myself and a number of members of the I.S.A. are developing a comprehensive scheme to contain the Guild's power, which I shall submit to you shortly." The Emperor thanked Kretlitz, dismissed him from the Great Hall and attended to other matters of importance. ----------------------------------------- Kretlitz entered the small council chamber, deep in the recesses of the Imperial Palace, where he arranged a meeting between a number of significant political and business figures. Among the twenty attendes was Maroh Talensis, the C.E.O. of A-Io Corporation, one of the largest contractors for the I.T.S. system, Faretz Triton, C.F.O. of A-Io, Olivaw Jix, C.E.O. of Quintech, A-Io's main competitor for I.T.S. contracts, and Xil Ziltso, one of the Senatorial representatives of the Military Industries Board. Completed, as they were, by Kretlitz, whom many considered the true leader of the Imperial government, these 21 men were perhaps the most powerful few among the dozens of quadrillions of Imperial subjects. They were discussing Zulette. "The stimsource plan is working," said Kretlitz to the group, "and the public is buying the media's relentless propaganda effort against the Guild. We are in a position where a significant move against the Guild's power will be strategically favorable." "And war?" asked Ziltso. "Your guarantee was that the containment of Guild power would lead to military buildup. If this only benefits the I.T.S., I don't see why the M.I.B. should continue its support." Kretlitz considered his response. "I have already explained to you, Ziltso, that military action is a necessity. There is no hope of enforcing mercantilist laws and instituting the tariff program without inciting a conflict with Guild worlds. Military budgets will increase at least 25%--that much is a certainity." He shifted his demeanor, and adopted a stance in the center of the room, addressing the whole group. "As you are aware, we will announce a full enforcement of mercantilist trade policies, namely that a certain proportion of Guild exports be into the I.T.S. system, as well as an expansion on Guild tariffs, particularly intra-hub tariffs, to defend the I.T.S. expansion. The ensuing conflict will generate high revenue for the M.I.B., which will support the plan on that point. The restructuring of Imperial power will not only defend ongoing I.T.S. contractual arrangements in these financially turbulent times, but also promote expansion of the I.T.S., crush Guild competition, and promote the interests of the M.I.B. The only issue I foresee is the Imperial Senate, which will significantly resist these efforts." ---------------------------- Zulette awoke from the cryopod, not aboard the small Ortaya trade ship as she expected, but instead in some Imperial chamber, surrounded by dozens of reporters and journalists, flashing holosclips and inundating her with questions. She raised her groggy head, after twelve years of shiptime stasis, and peered outside the panoramic window that lined the thousandth floor of the Imperial Constabulary in Eldranus Sector. She realized that she was on Z'Ltar, center of the Empire, the thousand-layered city at the core of Imperial administration. She saw the bottomless abyss of metallic buildings, adorned with crowded holoprojectors and threaded by walkways, VacTrain tubes and hovering drones. She had finished her voyage. For the next month she travelled around the capital, attending a number of interviews on the HoloNet with celebrities and political figures. The story of the courageous Provincial girl who used her cunning wit to escape the brutality of the press gangs had inspired the populace, and as she described her experience she was met with angry calls against Ortaya Starlines and the Guild for allowing this travesty to happen. She met Senators who promised to crackdown on illegal impressment of stimsources, and even gave speeches before crowds in the Capital about the inhumanity of the Guild, and its violation of Imperial subjects. Aside from the Emperor himself, she was the most famous person on Z'Ltar. After two months of her "victory tour," she was invited to perform the customary Prayer to Ai'i before the HoloNet, a tradition that many popular celebrities and politicians partook in. The performance of the Prayer generally cemented oneself as a strong adherent of the High Temple's faith, a necessity for maintaining a strong public persona. Zulette had, of course, known this, having watched the Prayer being performed on the HoloNet in the past, and she dreaded the prospect for the two months she had been on the planet. She had, by necessity, performed the Prayer on a weekly basis during her life on K'Telak, but she deviated from the actual custom by allowing herself to experience satisfaction. Performing it before a watchful audience, and in attendance of the Priests themselves, would be a different matter. 375 trillion people were watching the holostream when Zulette entered the sacred chamber and undressed herself. Beside her were two High Priests, who handed her the ceremonial container of the Temple's tools and stepped back behind the prayer mat. She removed a vibrating device from the box and pressed it softly against her inner thigh, slowly moving it towards her core, until it touched her clitoris. She moaned a sigh of pleasure as she felt waves of sensation through her body. She teased herself with the vibrator, bringing herself to the very brink of orgasm, but retreating before she reached satisfaction. Her cheeks flushed, and she started sweating, as the incredible arousal--with no relief--became too much to bear. According to custom, after applying this device, she reached into the box and removed a moist, tongue shaped thing, which she pressed against her vagina. She felt the tongue slip into her vaginal opening, and play at the edges of her labia, and she felt other tingling sensations of pleasure. She could control the device by squeezing the tip to change to level of pressure, and she carefully adjusted it to prevent herself from reaching orgasm. Her eyes watered as she tried desperately to deny herself in accordance with the High Custom. She wasn't being scanned by computer like she was on the ship, but she was being watched carefully by the High Priests, who could always tell if one had reached orgasm. She was leaking into the prayer mat, and begging for the time to elapse so she could escape the edging. She accidentally pushed the vibrstor into herself too hard, and began to feel the familiar feeling of orgasm coming on. She immediately withdrew it, but it was too late, she had gone beyond the point of no return. She felt her whole body shaking as the wave of pleasure washed over her. She desperately tried to conceal it, but she knew the Priests could tell. One of them eyed her suspiciously, and exchanged a knowing glance. They knew she had cum, but they wouldn't reveal it--it would destroy her reputation in the eyes of the public. Once the time elapsed, she left the chamber, but before she could leave, one of the priests--the one who had exchanged the glance--pulled her to the side of the room. As the broadcast finished, he pulled her into a small side-room that adjoined the Temple's chamber. "I have something to tell you," he said. "The Empire is falling."

Chapter 0 - Ian's Interview

Ian Skunk thinks he's made all the preparations required for his upcoming interview, but he forgot to look into Tishen Tech's work culture. Surrounded by herms and debauchery he didn't expect, he finds himself in Alexi's office desperate to relieve some tension. Ian's Interview by Zmeydros (Edited by Tiliquain and Secretskunk) Ian stares up at the Tishen Tech building. It's not as intimidating as he expected. It's largely a square column, but the windows are all canted to catch the sun and they aren't floor-to-ceiling windows like most tall buildings. In fact, this building looks a bit more like the sort of building you'd see on a college campus than an office building. The only really showy thing about the building is its entryway which has many thin two-story-high windows that meet up with a fan-shaped glass roof. Inside, vines are taking up every available space between the windows. Randomly-positioned wire sculptures of raindrops house all manner of orchids and bromeliads. There are plaques with the names of the various plants scattered around as well. Directly in front of him and to the left is a buff doe receptionist with bird pendants hanging from the points on her antlers. She looks rather masculine and is absolutely gorgeous. As he approaches her, she says, "Good afternoon, how may I be of assistance?" "Hello, I'm here for an interview with Alexi Tishen." "May I have your name please?" she asks, smiling softly. "Ian Skunk." So many people see it fit to comment on the fact that he's a skunk with that last name, but this doe stays professional and doesn't say a word. She just looks at a screen he can't see and says, "You're her two-o'clock. Just one moment." She puts a badge into a machine, types on her keyboard, and then hands him the badge with a lanyard attached. "Make sure you read signs in this building. If you don't pay attention, you may end up seeing things you'd never expect to see in a work environment. The elevators are behind me, and if you have any questions I'd be happy to answer them." Ian lifts an eyebrow. "Okay, thanks." Was that  their way of saying he should stay away from secure areas? He'd do some snooping, but that's a quick way to make sure he doesn't get hired. As he walks past the receptionist, he puts the lanyard around his neck. When he arrives at the left elevator bank, there's a screen where floor buttons would be. As he gets near it, the screen says, "Hello Ian, an elevator will be down shortly." At the top of the screen, it says, "NSFW Elevator Bank." He furrows his brow. This is a workplace, what on earth could that mean? Surely there wouldn't be porn on the elevator, right? He turns around and walks just far enough toward the other elevator bank that he can read the screen between the elevators. It says, "SFW Elevator Bank." It's probably just a joke or unfortunate outdated acronym. As he's walking back to the NSFW bank, he hears a soft chime. The elevator opens and a nude horse herm who's half-hard quickly wraps hir beach towel around hir lower half. Shi's addressing a naked female otter who's also putting a towel around her lower half. "Ugg, why don't they just make the lobby NSFW too? Like, it's Tishen City, you can fuck in the street as long as you're not blocking traffic." The otter shrugs. "No idea, maybe they don't want execs and important international business people to run away screaming." They walk past him and the moment they're through the doors to the outside, they pull off their towels and hang them over their shoulder. His eyes are as wide as dinner plates as he watches their nude asses walk off. The elevator door chimes impatiently and starts closing on him. As he steps into the elevator, he can't get that horse herm's partial erection out of his mind. Did shi get modded to be like that? He thought everything he heard about the indulgence and perversion of Tishen City was just a bunch of rumors. Since he flew in yesterday, he's seen like six naked herms and now he's seen his seventh. Maybe they weren't rumors after all? And now his blush is back. The back of the elevator is glass and there's an intricate pattern of cyan LEDs going through some beautiful mathematical progression. He thinks the pattern looks like the branching growth of an L-system, but the elevator leaves the lobby before he's certain. As it ascends to the first floor, he sees written on the space between floors: "Sex Lounge 1E." Inside, there's a male fox fucking a herm gryphon right up against the glass. He's never seen a gryphon's cock or feathered breasts this close up in his life! His blush deepens. The elevator accelerates leaving that lewd display behind. Other sex lounges pass by, but so fast it's a blur of naked fur, feathers, and scales. When the elevator slows to get to Alexi's floor, however, he sees that sex lounge 19E is has eight men going at it in a rather impressive orgy. And when he gets to the twentieth floor, that sex lounge has a female giraffe and a female red panda licking each other out while a big-cocked rhino watches and strokes himself off. Ian gasps and looks away. Damn, that rhino, and his fascinating cock, are huge...he can't help but wonder what that big pulsing pole would smell like. No! He needs to stay focused and professional. He steps out of the elevator and finds the direction he needs to go before heading down the hallway. The pointed tip of his shaft rubs against his boxers as he walks. The office space is open and divided into various playful sections. An entire old-fashioned newspaper stand is to the left of the elevators. Looking through the front of it, he can see a cozy little workspace inside where a kangaroo and a badger are working on their laptops. The badger is sitting sideways with his legs across the roo's lap. Ian smiles at their contentment. Another workspace that draws his eye is a treehouse complete with a fake tree growing up through it. Four employees are calmly working there. A couple of them are using extra monitors attached to arms that can be positioned however they like. He passes what looks like a comic shop complete with a board game section and books for tabletop RPG campaigns. He almost goes in and starts browsing. Several employees appear to be playing some sort of game at one of the large tables in the center. A chubby but buff male orca rolls a d20 and then groans. Ian blushes as he watches the orca stand up--he's only wearing his boxers and there's a definite tent in them! The orca pulls his boxers down putting his entire foot-long prehensile length on display. The vixen next to him rolls and everyone cheers as she laughs. She gets on her knees in front of the orca. Ian's eyes go wide as she takes the orca's cock into her mouth right in front of everyone. Looking away, his hand flies down to hide the fact that he's getting a tent. He can't help but imagine himself taking the place of that vixen. People can definitely wear whatever they want, including nothing. It looks like they can do whatever they want as well. That has to be the case, otherwise, he couldn't explain what's going on in the comic shop. Or the herm cheetah jacking off while fingering hirself on the couch in the posh tea area next to the comic shop. Shi's not even thirty feet from Alexi's office. His eyes drift over the the cheetah's body. He's always wondered what a cat's.... No! Damnit! He needs to stay focused! And now he's fully hard. He stares at the wall waiting for it to go down. The herm cheetah stifles hir cat yowls as shi cums. Out of the corner of his eye, Ian sees that cheetah make a mess all over hir breasts as shi leans in to to catch hir own cum in hir mouth. His hard-on is now a full-blown emergency unless he wants to go into Alexi's office with a wet spot. Checking his comm, he finds he still has seven minutes before his interview. He rushes to the restroom that was opposite the elevators. There don't appear to be separate men's or women's restrooms, just a large unisex one with fully-enclosed stalls, a few of them even have sinks and showers in them. There's even a shower room that several people could fit in. He shivers imagining the sorts of debauchery that might go down in there. The walls are covered with giant black and white photos of an aspen forest and the showers have randomly-patterned black, white and grey tiles. He dashes into one of the stalls and locks the door. There's a glory hole on each wall that can be opened. There appears to be an interlock where both sides have to be opened for the hole to be used. Is he on the sexual relief floor of the building or something? Pulling his pants down and wrapping his paw around his glistening red rod, pre instantly begins to drip. He should have done this before he got here! Now he's gotta... gotta... cum! He whimpers to himself as he gets a constant stream of pre. Five minutes later, he's no closer to getting off. Knowing he has to cum and that his interview is just minutes away is far too much pressure! He pulls up his boxers and fastens his pants before leaving the stall. Grabbing a paper towel, he wipes his paw off as fast as he can. Then he washes his hands, dries them, and hurries to Alexi's office. Hir office walls are made of smart glass and it's going through patterns of hexagons of fogged vs transparent as he walks up. Shi waves from inside and the door opens as shi stands up. The inside of hir office is all translucent glass and polished stainless steel with an assortment of herbs growing on a hexagonal-sectioned shelf in front of the window. Hir oval-shaped desk is made of transparent glass and stands on stainless steel legs. The first thing he notices about hir are the purple stripes on the sides of hir green cheeks and upper arms. Hir big canine-like ears and long dragon tail stand out too. But the thing his eyes get stuck on is the bulge between hir legs. Shi's wearing a form-fitting coral-colored dress  that only goes a third of the way down hir thigh. It hints at hir strong-but-curvy body and the pleasure that can be found amongst hir cleavage or between hir thighs. It's a dress that makes him desperate to see what's under it. Hir playful smile looks like it needs a kiss, hir stance begs him for a naked hug, and the sinuous shape of of hir serpentine tail invites him become ensnared by it. He's never tried intimacy with anyone who had a cock, but all those fantasies are fresh in his mind just from being in the same room with hir. Making things worse, he can see see that shi's clearly interested in him as hir eyes jump from his face, to his hips, to his chest, and then to his tail. Why can't he have this sort of chemistry with someone who isn't likely to end up his boss? Shi reaches out hir hand. "Hello, Ian." Ian shakes her hand vigorously and produces his best professional businessperson smile. "Hello! You must be Alexi." Shi clasps his hand and then sniffs the air. As shi lets go, shi grins. "Did you see something on the way that piqued your interest?" His heart skips a beat. "Wha-what do you mean, miss?" He lifts an eyebrow. "I'm sure you're aware of what I mean, but it's tangential to why you're here." Shi has a seat and points to one of the mesh chairs in front of hir desk. "Please, sit." Ian nods and threads his large fluffy skunk tail through the opening in the back of the chair so he can sit. "That tail is magnificent! What other exemplary qualities do you possess?" shi asks. Chatting with hir would probably be pleasant and all, but he really doesn't need to waste their time. There's one reason he's here and, until it's addressed, everything else is just frosting. Ian takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes. OK. Showtime. "If you don't mind, I would like to skip the pleasantries. We both know what this is about, and I really struggle to dance around a subject like this when we both know the game of cat and mouse can only last so long. You are after my AutoFab system, and you can't have it. I am not signing the patents away to anyone, but if you will provide me with long-term employment, I am willing to give you licensing rights for well below what they are worth. I can assist in mass production and even sales if you need it, my one demand is that I am able to explore other avenues of research while I am here." "Oooh, you didn't even warm me up, you're confident and efficient. Tell you what, you win, I'll get you in touch with our legal team and give you a stipend for you hiring a lawyer to go over everything before you have to sign. Legal fees stopped my mom's first patent dead in its tracks, so we offer stipends to help small businesses afford legal services to go over agreements and such." She smiles. "Don't think that patronizing me will soften me up or make me change my position! I am not going to--Wait, you agree to those terms?" "You'll have to work with the legal team to formulate an actual agreement, but I have no problem with those terms and will tell them so," Shi leans forward with hir fingers interlaced. "Now that we're past that, I want to focus on my actual concern about you working here. Something that might make any agreement for your employment a problem."   His ears fall in confusion. "The hurdle to you working here will be related to the scent I detected when you walked in the room and poses a hurdle for many of our prospective hires." Shi leans back in hir chair. "Are you comfortable with your coworkers discussing and engaging in sexual acts in the workplace?" "As long as people don't pursue me after I've said, 'no' and there are places I can go if I need a break from it, I don't see a problem." He tries to keep his eyes on Alexi's face and remain professional, but this talk of sex is making him want to stare right through hir glass desk at that rise between hir legs. "If anyone pressures you into doing something you're not comfortable with or continues to bug you after you've declined, they've broken their employee contract and need to be reported to HR. As far as getting a break, every floor has a walled-off Safe For Work area. We have two separate atriums, one of which is a mediation garden and is a quiet, sex-free, space. There's even a separate SFW pool with attached gym and hot tub for fitness and relaxation." "You do realize the irony of using SFW and NSFW, right?" Shi chuckles. "It's a bit of an inside joke here, something silly I did when I set up the company." He smiles. "As long as you're aware of it." "Lastly, would you mind being vastly outnumbered by hermaphrodites? We were the first workplace to expand our anti-discrimination policy to include herms. Today we have more herms per capita than any other employer." Ian tilts his head. "Whatever people want to do to their bodies is fine by me." "You do know that herms can be born into herm couples, right? I've been a herm since I was zero years old, myself." Even though he, and just about everyone, knows Alexi is a herm, just having hir mention it makes his crotch warm. "Neat, I hadn't really thought about that, actually." Shi grins. "Do you have any questions about herms or me personally?" Ian's ears twitch faintly as he hears this. "No, of course not. Such questions are inappropriate in the workplace," he says as if he's repeating a canned answer. "That makes me think you have interesting questions, Ian. I welcome questions that would be inappropriate in other workplaces." Shi stands up and stretches. That bulge in hir crotch is as visible as ever. "So you are saying you encourage openness in your employees? I can work with that," Ian says. Shi leans on the back of hir chair practically vibrating with antsy energy. "Ask all the questions you like about the work culture here or personal details about me, my gender, whatever you like." "Do...do you stay like that by choice?" Ian asks. "I got turned into a girl for a week in high school, as part of a mandatory class, and it wasn't bad or anything, but I don't know if I would've stayed like that," he says. "I was made like this and I've spent time as other genders, but this form is the most natural and enjoyable," shi says. "This is good, I was worried you'd leave my office nervous and full of unasked questions. And I'd feel like I barely knew you. Please, keep going." Ian raises an eyebrow. "Wait. So, you're actually an android? "Whether or not I'm an android gets into some deep philosophical territory. My mind's actually a copy of my mother's, well, it started off that way, but it's diverged quite a bit. We get along great, though." "Huh, fascinating." The engineer in him has been stirred and he's so full of questions he's grasping at them randomly. "Was your body made to mimic biology or are you completely different on the inside?" "The parts I'm made of, like down to the microscopic level, are completely different. My organs are just for show, but they appear to be the real thing, even under inspection." "Does your body mimic biological things for you too? Like, you feel your heart beat in your ears when you sprint to catch the bus?" Shi nods. "Yeah, but if it gets annoying I can just turn it off." "Your heart?" He leans in. "Yep! I like the sensations from my body most of the time, though. I think if I was built like some of the other androids I've seen, I would feel, I don't know, hollow?" "That makes sense." He thinks for a moment. "So, if you're an android, why does sex interest you? I'm not thinking it shouldn't interest you, it's just, I thought you might have a different perspective on it." "It's like the ultimate co-op game. It has incredible replay value and the best reward of any game played by any sentient being: orgasms," shi says pacing behind hir desk as a tent is forming in hir skirt. "There's so much variety, so much to explore. And when you're not interested in exploring, there's nothing quite like cuddling up against someone and fucking them lazily while spooning." The way shi talks about sex, hir adoration of it, it's so freeing, so intriguing, and so damn hot! His eyes are now fixed on hir crotch as his mind is filled with the image of that herm cheetah cumming. Hir cream falling onto hir furry breasts as shi tried to get it all in hir mouth. That attraction he felt toward Alexi when he walked in, it's hitting him like a fully-loaded delivery truck. Before he realizes what he's saying, he starts asking, "Does your penis like, actually emit, umm..." "It cums just like any other cock, except, it cums more than most cocks. I, uhh, like being productive." Shi blushes. Ian blushes deep red as his pants start to feel tight. "You can control it?" "Oh, I have a lot of control over that part of my anatomy. It's prehensile, like an orca's cock. It has a knot at the base too." Shi's blushing more and the tent is now twitching. "Just like me!" He puts his hands over his mouth before continuing. "Not the prehensile part, I mean the other part." Now his own crotch is visibly throbbing. Hir ears perk up and shi smiles wide. "You have a knot?" Hir bouncy joy at finding out he has a knot is adorable. His tail wags as he forgets that he came here for an interview. "Yeah, I've got a bit of canine in my family." "I love getting knotted!" Shi holds up hir hands as if to defend hirself from hir own words. "Sorry, I didn't mean for that to sound like a pickup line." Now he's horny and terribly curious. He puts his hands in front of his crotch. "What do you like about getting knotted?" "Ian, you're going to fit in just fine here. Consider yourself hired." Shi grins. "I'm happy to keep talking, but the interview is over." "Just like that?" Shi nods, "Just like that. I can see you're curious, open, sex-positive, and very much an engineer." He grins from ear to ear, tail drifting from side to side with excitement. "Awesome!" "Did you still want an answer to your question? I have a lot more time slotted for this interview," shi says. Feeling his shaft slide further out of his sheath, he nods. "What do I like about being knotted? Everything! The feeling of it banging against my entrance threatening to go in, then stretching me wider and wider until it gets pulled in by the tension, and the part afterwards where I get to cuddle with my lover while their thick warm cum is sealed inside me." Shi runs fingers over hir member through the fabric and it makes slow waves as shi throws back hir head and gasps. Then shi says, "My apologies, this sort of talk gets me a bit worked up," as shi pulls hir hands away. He's completely mesmerized by hir open display of arousal as his hands press down against his lap. Even though he knows he should change the subject, his curiosity and libido won't be deterred. "Your cock...do you feel it when it moves around? Do you have the appropriate nerve clusters?" "Proprioception? Yes, I can feel where it is and how it's moving, and any resistance it meets on the way." Hir scent is now strong in the air, an herby musk that's making his whole body blush. Now his heart is beating so hard he can feel its thumps across his whole chest. He stares as hir member fidgets under hir dress and is once again thinking about that cheetah, about fantasies he's had since high school. "Does it feel good to get cum all over your breasts? I mean, when I was a girl that one time I mostly just had to make do with my paws, but I kept having this same daydream, that I couldn't shake, where I went into the men's locker room and..." He shudders. His tail is floofed up and his ears are blushing bright red. "Uhh... Maybe that was too much information." "No, I want to hear it," shi says. "And yes, I like cumming all over my breasts. It makes me feel so much like a herm, so genderbent." "Well...I, I wanted to feel a cock throb before it came. Like I wanted to feel it right there, on my muzzle." Ian says, looking away a little. "Maybe in my muzzle? Just before it started to jet hot sticky stuff all over me...I almost snuck into the men's locker room like four times before I bought a vibrator and just shut my damn girly bits up." Alexi is the only person he's ever told that to and he is so hopelessly horny that he can smell his own erection as strongly as he can smell hirs. He can feel a wet spot from his prick under his palm now. This is such a strange situation. "Well, there's no reason a guy can't have those fantasies..." Alexi traces a finger over hir cock. "May I say something overtly sexual directed at you?" "Yes, please!" he blurts out raising his tail out of instinct. "Ian, I'm really really hard and it's my turn to be blunt. I want to get naked and let you play with my cock. Does that sound good to you?" "Y-yes!" he says, his tail wagging behind him. Shi lifts up hir dress exposing a pair of panties that are quite unhappy to have a fully-erect cock stuffed in them. The sheer fabric of hir panties gives him a clear view of hir tapered length. His eyes jump up to hir breasts as shi lifts hir dress off and tosses it onto hir chair. Then shi reaches behind hir and undoes hir bra causing hir ample bosom to bounce free. The blue of hir fully-erect nipples matches the blue of hir shaft. After shi pulls hir panties off, hir length stretches and curls seemingly happy to be out of its prison. Shi struts over to him with hir length pointed toward him. "You may touch anything that catches your eye." Shi lifts hir balls to show the pussy behind them. "Even here." "Whoa, even your pussy flesh is blue," he marvels. Shi runs a finger over hir slit and then spreads it, chuckling. "There's a lot of porn of me online, I'm surprised you didn't come across it." Ian's tail whips around behind him as he stares. "Herms are kind of a new thing for me." He leans in, his muzzle is now only a few inches from the tip of hir erection. How good would it feel to take hir into his mouth? "Well, I hope they become an old thing for you." Shi moves hir hands away from hir crotch and plays with hir breasts instead. Hir length twists and untwists as shi sighs happily. "I love being naked." Hir scent is overpowering now. It's a bit like lavender, but with a musky undertone. "Y-you smell so strong! It's making me feel all hot..." He gently touches hir shaft. "Do you like how you taste? Can you change it and, or, your smell?" he asks, rolling hir large scaly balls in his other paw. Shi shudders and hir cock curls playing with his fingers. When shi pokes at the tips of his fingers with the tip of hir cock, pre gets smeared on them. "I can change just about any aspect of my body. Feel free to taste me if you like, my pussy and cock have a slightly different flavor from each other." Ian blushes deeper and deeper red. "But that is so..." He licks the tip of hir prick. Shi gasps as hir cock rubs itself on his tongue. It tastes salty, a bit lavendery, and it's really hard not to just start taking it into his mouth. "People often like feeling my pussy grab at their fingers as they play with my cock." Ian moves his free paw to rub against hir well-lubed slit as he stops resisting and takes hir into his muzzle. He looks up at hir with big happy eyes, his blush of shame now outshined by his smile and wagging tail. He slips two fingers inside hir and brushes his paw-padded palm against hir clit. Shi moans and tugs at his fingers with hir inner muscles. In it's search for pleasure, hir shaft pushes deeper into his maw preing as it goes. Wrangling hir prehensile prick with his tongue is impossible. It's so much stronger. He settles for using his tongue to play with hir in his mouth and starts bobbing on hir shaft. Shi groans and thrusts with his motions, reaching down to caress his head. Eventually, shi says, "See? Things are so much better now. All that nervous energy turned into happy sexual pleasuring. And now you know you really do like cocks. Cool, huh?" Ian nods gently as he slurps down hir pre, happy to abandon his old ideas of work-appropriate behavior. He redoubles his efforts seeing if he can impress hir. He moves his fingers in and out of hir as he bobs on hir cock faster taking even more of hir into his muzzle. A couple minutes later, Alexi coaxes him to slow down with hir hands. "Wow, you're quite the cock slut! Let me know if you don't want me to use the S-word. I think it's a compliment, though." Shi looks into his eyes. "Do you want me to turn you into a girl so you can see what it feels like to get dicked?" His tail lifts up for a moment, but then the situation hits him and he recoils a bit moving off hir cock. "You can do that?" Shi nods. "I can transform myself, or others, pretty much at will." "Uhh, I don't think that is a good idea." Ian says, his blush red enough to calibrate a camera's red channel. "Not this first time, at least." He looks around the room awkwardly as he stands up and takes a step toward hir desk. Oh, he still wants something, something he's fantasized about for years. With his heart in his throat, nearly shivering with nervous energy, he pushes his pants down and lifts his big fluffy skunk tail. "But that doesn't mean we can't, you know, bone," he says as he spreads his butt cheeks for hir. "You're a treasure," shi says as shi grabs a bottle of lube off a shelf and opens it. Shi applies the lube to hir length and then his tail hole before setting the lube aside. He moans when he feels the hot throbbing tip of hir member press against his opening. When shi gets a firm grasp of the the base of his tail, his instincts go wild telling him he's about to get rutted! He bites his lip and puts both hands on hir desk to hold himself up. Shi says, "Ready?" "Oh goddess yes! Do it!" he says as his tail brushes against hir face. Shi presses inside methodically, showing shi's done this many many times. At first, the sensation is a delightful friction that makes him groan and gasp. He feels fuller and fuller and just can't get enough of hir hot flexible length. Shi's making a wave with it so it's constantly putting pressure on his prostate as it enters. A bead of pre forms on his cock. A blunt surge of pleasure accompanies him stretching to accommodate the last third of hir erection. "I can't believe I'm getting to be your first! Such a slutty skunk! You're gonna fit in so well!" Hir tail reaches up and coils around his cock and starts stroking it. One hand gropes his ass as the other hangs on to the base of his tail as shi shoves all the way in. "Mmm! You feel so good!" "Fuck! This is amazing!" he yelps as he feels the thick base of hir shaft spreads his tail hole wide. "And now, the pounding you deserve." Shi jerks hir hips back before slamming home. Then shi repeats that wonderful, erotic, motion over and over. "Harder!" He leans into hir thrusts as shi heeds his request and ruts him right into hir desk. Hir tail is constricting rhythmically milking his cock and hir balls are clapping against his. When shi makes a corkscrew inside him and keeps thrusting, he feels the soles of his feet burn and his prostate send out shocks of ecstasy. He cries out, "I-I'm gonna cum! So close!" Hir thighs smack against the backs of his legs as shi says, "You came in for an interview and now I've got you bent over my desk. It's perfection!" Hir knot is now bumping against his entrance and not quite going in. "Ready to get knotted?" "Fucking yes! Fill me!" Ian moans as he wraps his legs around hir using hir desk to support his weight. The moment he feels hir stretching him to get that knot in, he whines like a bitch in heat and slams himself back against hir. His hot load jets out all over hir floor. Shi lurches forward shoving that knot in. Hir cock makes waves inside him as shi cums making him feel warm and tingly from ears to tail. There seems to be no end to hir hot spasms inside him. Shi leans down and grabs him pressing hir breasts against his back. Hir tail tugs at his erection milking it for all its worth as shi says, "Yes! Make a nice big mess for me!" Hir knot swells larger tying them together increasing his pleasure. He feels so completely full of hir, so satisfied. After he catches his breath, he looks back at hir and says, "That was incredible." Shi nuzzles his cheek. "Yes it was. Once I pull out, how about you knot me so we're even?" "Sounds like a fair exchange." "Are you sure? I could go get the legal team. They love having heated exchanges over this sort of agreement." He chuckles. "Let me guess, they're all hot herm attorneys." "Good guess!" Shi grins. THE END Join my Patreon to see my stuff weeks to months early, vote on a monthly story, read over a hundred more stories with hot herms/futas, and support my writing: patreon.com/zmeydros

Chapter 2 - Zulette's Escape

Zulette could barely think. She could feel her aching vaginal walls clenching and unclenching, perpetually preparing for an orgasm that would never come. She tried to push herself into the vibrator in the hopes of achieving orgasm, but the computer system responded by reducing the stimulation slightly to keep her just at the brink.  It didn't just feel like she was close to cumming. It felt like she was constantly beginning to cum, but the satisfaction never arrived. Her inner thighs were shaking profusely, and vaginal juices covered the floor, streamed down her legs, and somehow splattered to reach her chest and face. A burning pleasure, never relieved, filled her clitoris and vagina. Her mind was overstimulated and she moaned unintelligible gibberish as the device somehow managed to push her even more agonizingly close to orgasm.  She . . . couldn't . . . survive . . . more of this. It was too much. Her mind was full of sexual thoughts and fantasies, and again she struggled to push herself against the vibrator enough to reach orgasm, but again it was in vain. She struggled to leave the device, but the invisible force-bonds wouldn't let her move a millimeter. Between the moaning and blubbering she cried out for someone--anyone--to let her out and let her get some rest. How long had it been? She felt like she was tormented for hours, days perhaps. Maybe a week? Hopefully two weeks. She remembered that the edging device had a digital clock on its face.  If this had only been a few hours, she would completely despair. The clock said it was twenty-three minutes. She would be released in twelve years. Just as she was about to resign herself to life in Hell, a thought came to her. A possibility of escape. Something she had learned from a History book so long ago. The word "Tacoma Narrows Bridge" came to her. It was from Ancient Earth, over 27,000 years ago. A great suspension bridge that collapsed due to a design flaw, it was still used as an example in engineering textbooks, so many millenia later. Elementary forced resonance. When a structural system is exposed to an external periodic frequency, the same as its internal frequency, it will collapse. She remembered reading the specs on Ortaya starline's shipboard technology, including its force-bonds, and tried to remember its phased structural frequency. What was it? She strained her mind to think of the answer, but the sexual stimulation overwhelmed her. It was one point . . . no . . . two point three . . . seven . . .  2.379 Hertz. She bent her head to look at the clock, in order to synchronize her frequency. To put it simply, she would oscillate her body in just the right way to break the force-bonds. She started with her hands. Looking at the clock to keep the right frequency, she jostled them back and forth. Soon, sure enough, she felt the bonds weakening, and eventually she felt her hands go free. Then came her arms, then her feet, and she was close to escape. The last force-bonds secured her thighs to the device. She bounced her thighs up and down, and let out an involuntary moan as the increased pressure caused waves of pleasure through her core and up her body. Now that she was free of most of the bonds, she had more freedom to move around, and she realized that, now, she could orgasm. She forgot about the escape attempt and set her mind on cumming. She pushed down into the vibrator, and simultaneously felt clitoral and vaginal orgasm. It was the strongest sensation she had ever felt in her life (until that point). After so much edging and arousal, the orgasm felt incredibly intense. Vaginal fluid splattered on the floor, on her body, and somehow in her hair. Then, pressing her body down into the vibrator, she let out another moan as her clitoris once again was pushed to orgasm. Her vaginal walls clenched and unclenched, as the orgasm spread to the rest of her body, and she felt shoots of pleasure flying from her vulva. She was in pure ecstasy. She would orgasm 117 times before she finally decided to escape. She then bobbed herself up and down at the critical frequency, stimulating herself to another orgasm in the process, and broke free of the final force-bonds. She jumped off the edger, then came back for one last orgasm before she left the room. She looked down the bare corridor, lighted only by the holographic displays lining the left wall. The ship seemed empty. She remembered that the crew was in cryosleep, but it was strange not to see any robotics around. Most of the engineering bots must have been working in the uninhabited areas of the ship, like the alterspace transition coils. She turned right at the end of the corridor, into a room marked "cryochamber." The door automatically opened, and no I.D. was required -- the security was a bit lax on this ship. Suspended animation bays lined both walls of the chamber. There were 75 bays, but only 50 crew. She activated one of the open bays, pressing her hand into the alcove panel. The bay opened, and the computer prepared her for cryosleep. She stepped into the narrow coffin, and felt her eyes droop as the computer activated a neural de-stimulator. She would wake up on Z'Ltar, three years later, a national hero.

Chapter 4 - Cream

Dario picks Sayuri up and wraps her legs around his waist. He brings her over to the bed as they make out. Setting her down for a second to take her shirt off and kisses her chest. Sayuri giggles as he pulls down her bra," You seem very excited to play with my boobs."  "I had an idea the other day I wanted to try." He kisses her cheek.  "What's your idea?"  He smirks and kisses her chest," I would have to get something real quick."  "I can wait."  Dario rushes off to grab a few things. Coming back with a few items. Sayuri smiles as she sees what he had. The one item that confused her was a can of whip cream. He shakes it a little," You ready?"  "Where are you planning on using that?" Sayuri giggles.  "You know exactly." Dario takes the cap off.  Sayuri smiles as she lays back. She watches as Dario drizzles the whip cream on her chest. Making two piles over her nipples. Setting it to the side, Dario readies himself. Leaning in, he kisses her chest. Gently licking off the whip cream as he does. Enjoying the taste of the cream and seeing Sayuri’s reaction. She holds him close and digs into his shirt.  Some of the cream fell down her chest. Dario made sure to clean everything off of her. Her nipples became hard as he kissed her boobs. Sayuri reaches over to grab the can. Putting more on her chest," Ready for seconds?"  "Yes please." Dario smirks as he continues to kiss her chest. He started to suck on her chest as well. Sayuri holds him close and lets out a few sounds.  After getting it all off, Dario gently gropes her.  “Do you want to go any further?” He asked.  “Not today. I don’t mind making out though.” Sayuri giggles.  “I don’t mind that.” Dario smiles and kisses her lips.

Chapter 2 - Topping Him

Sayuri tops him and it turns him on more. He laid under her and was very red from blushing looking up at her. The way she rubbed his chest got him going.  "So, what did you have in mind, Watashi no joō?" Dario sounded a little shy. It was rare for this so Sayuri took this opportunity.  "You're very cute when flustered my love." She giggles and leans into his ear," I might enjoy seeing you this way so much I'll do this more often. "  Her voice was calming but sexy. It made him breathe heavier knowing it wasn't going to be easy. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as she kisses his neck. As she kissed him her hands went down his body. Her hands stopped under his shirt and smiles. Taking it off slowly she gazed at his body in awe.  "Are you slowly teasing me?" Dario asked.  "I can go slower." Sayuri smiles. "I don't think I could handle that."  She grins," don't give me more ideas."  Dario got nervous and flustered. Sayuri could tell and kisses down his chest and stomach. She unbuttons his pants and gently mouths his lower. She kept his boxers on him for now. Dario let out a small moan and took a deep breath. He held the sheets tightly, bracing for impact. Sayuri takes his hands and puts them together. She reaches over to their side table and reaches into the drawer. Pulling out a few items to tie him up. Dario looks up to see what she was doing. He was so turned on and didn't know what to do with himself.  "You okay Dario?" Sayuri kisses his cheek.  "Yeah, you're just so sexy it's turning me on more than ever. I don't know what to do."  "Do you want me to be a little gentler?" Sayuri asked. She was a bit worried about going too far. Dario shakes his head," No no, please keep going the way you wanted."  "Ready for the second part?" Sayuri asked. Her voice was soft but sexy.  "Yes please." Dario was out of breath. She kisses his cheek and gets up.  “I’ll be right back. I have to get a few things.”  “Don’t be too long.”  She kisses his cheek again,” I won’t.”  After a few minutes, she returns wearing fishnet and lace lingerie in black. In her hand was a ball gag, handcuffs, and another rope. Dario looked her over and wanted to touch her. Untying his hand allowed him to gently touch her body. His hands glide over her breast, stomach, and sides. As he touches her, Sayuri puts the ball in his mouth. Taking one hand at a time to cuff them to the bed.  “Part two is ready.” She whispers.  He nods and waits for her to make the next move. Knowing she wasn’t going to show him any mercy after this. Preparing for more, he waits for her to make the next move. Sayuri pulls down his boxers to relieve his dick. She leans forward and licks his tip. His face was bright red from blushing so much. Dario holds the ropes tightly and takes a deep breath. He couldn't prepare any further. Sayuri licks him more intensely then the last. Enjoying his reaction each time pleased her. Soon she had her lips on his dick like a popsicle. Dario moans loudly as she does. Rubbing and licking his cock while making eye contact with him, Sayuri enjoyed his reaction. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.  After she was done lubricating his cock with her saliva, she slowly took in her mouth. This made Dario moan more as she pleasured him. Once it was in her mouth, she lightly bobs her head back and forth softly sucking on him. One of her hands rubbed the lower half of his dick while she sucked on the top. Bringing waves of ecstasy to Dario. After several minutes of this, he could feel himself about to cum. His cock twitched, notifying Sayuri as well. Causing her to continue even more than before. Sucking even more and her hand rubbing even faster. Before Dario could say anything, it happened. Sayuri filled her mouth with his delicious cum. Being careful not to let any of it go to waste. Dario let out the loudest moan he could.  Done pleasuring his cock, Sayuri removed her lips from him with a lewd popping sound. Still on a high of lust and wanting to show Dario the best time ever, Sayuri sits in his lap. She teases herself with his cock. Only putting the tip in before sliding down. Going faster and faster as she put it in deeper. Sayuri could feel herself getting close to an orgasm. Riding his dick for a few minutes, she could also feel Dario about to cum again. She uncuffs his hands for him to help reach their max. Along with removing the ball gag.  He goes right to groping her chest and kissing her nipples. Sayuri lets out a few sounds as she could feel Dario cum inside her. Her pussy tightening around him as they go into the last round. His hands go down her body to help move her up and down his cock. Their lips connected so they made out the last few minutes of the lustful high.  Dario uses the last of his energy to get Sayuri to an orgasm. Moving her as fast as he could, filling her with as much cum as he could. Unable to handle it, Sayuri leans forward and rests against his chest. Her pussy was overflowing with their combined love juices. She takes deep breaths to regain some energy. Dario holds her close and kisses her forehead. Both tired from the overwhelming but pleasing time. Rubbing her back, Dario smiles," I love you." "I love you too." Sayuri was out of breath. 

Chapter 1 - Her Professor's Contagious Secret

Her Professor's Contagious Secret by Zmeydros Missy looks around the computer lab idly rubbing her scaly butt against the mesh of her desk chair. The pressure and movement helps a tiny bit with the aching in her loins. Her eyes drift across the other students scattered throughout the room. Even the feisty dolphin in the far corner is happily typing away. Is she the only one that finds coding unbearable?  That can't be. Nothing is as dull as this lab course. Her tail flicks in annoyance as she tries to fix her stupid program. Why product design majors need a programming course is beyond her. There's no point in paying attention, her code never runs. She flips her mouse upside down and pokes at it watching it teeter back and forth. Startled by a voice from behind her, she slams her knees against the bottom of the desk. "Missy!" All seven feet of Professor Heitken looms over her. Staring up at her professor’s proportionate-but-still-gigantic cleavage, Missy says, "Yes professor?" "This lab is the best way to prepare for the mid-term." The professor’s navy-blue scales are giving off a glossy sheen from this angle. Missy has to stifle her first syllable because it tried to become a moan. She tries again. "I told you that I’m ill today. Can I make up this lab over the weekend?" Professor Heitken takes a seat in the unoccupied chair next to Missy. Compared to her, the chair looks like dollhouse furniture. "The syllabus says that you’re allowed two absences without any questions asked. And you’ve used them both. If you were one of my TA’s how would you feel about me making you help a student who skipped out on a lab due to an unverified illness?" She sighs. "Pretty crappy." "May I touch you?" The professor asks. After leaping in her chest, Missy’s heart starts pounding. "Umm, of course, why ask?" "It’s just something I do. A habit I picked up from...It doesn’t matter." She puts her hand on Missy’s shoulder and looks into her eyes. "I understand you not enjoying this course. There were courses in my major that I detested. But, that said, I can’t overlook bad performance. Is there any way I can help you get this lab done? Anything you don’t understand or need a better explanation of?" With Professor Heitken this close, Missy catches something in the air. A spice that is unique to the dragon next to her. A spice that makes her tail curl. Her nipples start to tingle and she has to bite her lip to stop another moan. The longer the professor’s hand is on her shoulder, the more she has an urge to rub lewdly against the seat of her chair. The hotter she feels. "Professor, I need--" Missy cuts herself off. No! She can’t say that! She leans in, her ebony ram-like horns framing her face. "Yes? You can call me Amanda." "A-Amanda." Missy’s eyes shoot down to Amanda’s cleavage. No, she still can’t say that, she can never say that. No matter how much she wants it, there’s no way Amanda would want it too. Not now, not here. She pulls her eyes back up to Amanda’s face. "I can’t figure out what’s wrong with my code." Amanda nods and then sits up. "Scoot over and I’ll have a look." Missy rolls her chair to the side and Amanda slides in front of her computer. Watching her professor’s beautiful dragon muzzle and ears shift as she concentrates, Missy slips her right hand stealthily into her skirt. Her belly shivers as her cold fingers travel over it closer and closer to her needy folds. She leans her left shoulder lightly against Amanda’s right shoulder as she slips a finger inside. She’s so hot, so wet, so ready for Amanda to have her way with her. She breathes out a moan as quietly as she can, she’s already close. Stop! She has to stop! She can’t stop! And then it happens. Moaning a bit too loud and writhing in her chair, her face twists in orgasm. Amanda’s head shoots toward her just before she rolls her chair away from Missy. "Missy! What the F was that?" If she’d had any idea how good that would feel, she would have done it way earlier. High on the remnants of her ecstatic release, Missy says, "An orgasm." "Just because this is Tishen U doesn’t mean we don’t have guidelines for sexual behavior in the classroom. And that skirt, my syllabus says that students are to wear business casual attire in the classroom. That’s way too short! And the cleavage in your blouse, that’s a very low cut." Missy looks down at the glistening white gold scales of her cleavage and then looks at Amanda. "You made me come to class when I’m in heat! How else would you expect me to act?" Professor Heitken jumps up from her chair and looks over the class. "Missy and I are going to have a chat. I apologize for the distractions, but I cannot allow them to be used as an excuse for not finishing the lab." A red panda near the back corner says, "The sexual tension between you two is going to kill us if you don’t deal with it soon. Have you seen the way she looks at you? Who do you think she’s gonna want when she’s in heat? You’re like at the top of her list." "Hear that, everyone? If you want to read fanfiction about me fraternizing with students, Raymond has you covered." Everyone laughs. A grin creeps across Missy’s face. Amanda’s cheeks are darker, she’s blushing. Amanda frowns at Missy’s grin. "Up and to my desk. We need to have a discussion." She waits for Missy to stand up and then walks toward the front. Missy pants as she watches Amanda’s tail sway back and forth and is it her imagination or does Amanda’s red pantsuit make her big round ass look amazing! Her legs go weak and she falls to the side having to grab onto a chair to stay upright. Amanda turns around and says, "You okay?" "The heat’s so bad. I don’t think I can walk." She has to resist trying to finger herself again. Every instinct she has is telling her to mate with the big muscular dragon in front of her. Professor Heitken sighs. "Okay, after the chat, I’ll excuse you and send you to the nurse." "I don’t want to go to the nurse," Missy says, "I want to feel you stick your tongue in my--" she stops herself short of finishing that sentence. "Missy Elgens!" Amanda scoops Missy up into her arms and starts carrying her to the front. "We’re going to have some words." "You didn’t ask if you can touch me, I bet you just wanted to feel up my ass!" Missy rubs her bare ass against Amanda’s tree-branch-like biceps. She would have worn panties if she wasn’t out of her mind horny when she was getting ready this morning. "And no panties!?" Amanda tisks her tongue. "You’re not going to like our discussion." As Amanda sets Missy down in one of the chairs facing the front desk, Missy grabs Amanda’s tail. Amanda gasps and pulls her tail back before sitting down in the other chair. "We need to talk about your behavior. I know you’re in heat, but you shouldn’t finger yourself in the middle of class." She frowns as she edits her initial, very lewd, response. Pausing awkwardly as she changes out words, she says, "I’m sorry, I just, I’m so turned on by you I can barely think." "Y-you're attracted to me?" Amanda’s blush gets darker and her eyes soften. Missy rubs Amanda’s shin with her tail and gasps. "Attracted doesn’t even begin to describe it." Her hand shoots down her front and into her skirt. Her middle finger finds her clit and she starts rubbing. Just having Amanda look at her makes her need to get off. "Hey! Stop that!" Amanda gets out of her chair and grabs Missy’s hand. "Trust me, you don’t want me, it’s just your heat." She glares at Amanda. "I’ve wanted you since the first day of class. I’ve had crushes before, but this one--it’s like a fucking building fell on me." Her tail slides up the inside of Amanda’s leg. Amanda stares at Missy as her nostrils flex from her sampling the air. Her eyes glaze a bit and she lets go of Missy's hand. Then she shakes herself out of it and sits back down. "Trust me, you don’t want me. Things will get really complicated." "Get security..." The fire in Missy’s loins now burns so brightly that it searing her flesh. "...or send me to the nurse if you want..." Her skirt feels like loose gravel against her scales, so she slips it off. "...but I can’t wait any longer." She slips two fingers inside herself. "Missy, let’s talk about this, it’s just the heat, take deep breaths." Amanda fidgets in her chair and then grabs her tablet off the desk and frantically starts tapping on it. "We need to get you help ASAP. Just wait, please cover yourself." Missy moans out while squeezing her fingers with her snatch, "Sorry, can’t, have to--" She orgasms again but it’s like a cool breeze blowing on liquid gold. She adds a third finger. The tablet starts ringing and Amanda watches the screen while tapping her foot. "Missy, stop it or I’ll--" "Or. You’ll. What?" Missy barks out between breaths. "Because. I. Can’t. Stop!" The tablet falls from Amanda’s hands onto the floor as she grabs onto the arm rests. "No! Not now! Shit, shit, shit shit shit!" Amanda moans and growls before hurriedly lifting up her butt and struggling to get her pants off. A growing bulge in the front of her panties is tearing them at the seams. With her pants down, she carefully grabs the waist of her overtaxed lavender panties and tries to pull it over the bulge. Meanwhile the rips increase until one of her scaly blue balls isv poking out. "Yes!" Missy cums again when she sees the tapered tip of her professor's pulsing black prick break free of the tortured fabric. Amanda says, "Fuck it!" and uses a claw to cut her panties off. The glistening scales under Amanda’s balls betray her arousal and the presence of a snatch. Hottest thing Missy's ever seen just got hotter. She pulls her fingers out and leaps out of her chair toward Amanda, "Fuck, I need your dick! Shove it in, stuff me with it, cum in me, tie me!" "You're so vulgar!" Amanda jumps up from the chair and catches Missy by the shoulders holding her away from her body as her shaft reaches an alarming size. It’s proportionate, but she’s a very big dragon. A female dolphin near the back of the class cries out, "You’re a herm?" "Only when something sets me off." The dolphin asks, "It just grows in when you’re horny? How?" "Same reason we have a lab safety exam." She smiles and addresses the rest of the class. "Yes, your professor has a cock sometimes. I’m sure you’ve seen plenty of other amazing things in your lives. We live in a world of wonder and magic after all...feel free to take a fifteen-minute break to deal with...urges...but after that you must complete your coursework. Okay?" People in the class nod with wide eyes. Amanda nods. "Good! If you’ll excuse me, I have some business to take care of." She looks at Missy. "This is your last chance. If you go any further, you’ll h--Oh my!" Missy’s tail has wrapped around  Amanda’s cock and is stroking it. She can feel the ridges on the underside and the long two-lobed knot near the base. "Just hold me down and stuff me! I need it so bad!" "That’s it! Remember, you gave me permission to do this." Amanda grabs Missy’s sides and throws her atop the desk on her back. She pulls off her top and throws it to the side before ripping Missy’s top and bra off with her claws. Each of Amanda’s hands can easily cover one of Missy’s breasts. As Amanda does this, Missy delivers a litany of "Yes" and "Please." "You’re going to get exactly what you deserve." Amanda grabs Missy’s legs and lifts them up as she puts the head of her cock at Missy’s swollen slit.  Before Missy can beg any more, Amanda shoves the tip in. Missy orgasms right there. While she’s orgasming, Amanda turns on the document camera and positions it over their junction so the whole class can see just how much Missy is stretching. Amanda picks up the mic and turns it on. "Just to make sure your break is put to good use, Missy, here, is going to provide some entertainment. Behold, item a, how much dick can this four-and-a-half-foot tall dragon take? And, watch out for item b: Why Missy should have listened to me when I suggested there would be consequences." She shuts off the mic and tosses it into a chair. As Missy thinks about the fact that her pussy is now up for the entire class to see, Amanda starts shoving in.  Inch after inch disappears into Missy stretching her wider and wider. The hard, ridged flesh of Amanda’s prick has a wonderful friction against her incredibly wet walls. The stretching is glorious. Only half of Amanda’s cock is inside her and she feels wonderfully full. Throwing her head back and moaning, Missy sees the screen. She cums from the sight of her pussy spread wide by Amanda's girth. Amanda uses Missy's orgasmic spasms to slide in deeper and deeper. Another orgasm hits her as Amanda's knot rubs at her swollen heat-engorged lips. She's used big toys, but she had no idea her body could do this! "Harder!" she begs. Amanda growls and pulls back before ramming her more-than-foot-long meat inside. Her heavy balls spank Missy's ass over and over as she gets railed on top of the desk. Her heat-laden body is over the moon. She swears she sees sparkles and hearts dancing in her vision. It's just so satisfying! Amanda having a cock is the best thing that's ever happened to her! And she's about cum so hard! Then Amanda pulls out. "Whew, that was close. I can't do it to you. It wouldn't be fair, you're just in heat." Missy's body feels empty, angry. Every part of her is throbbing and she needs one thing to allay this torturous need. Her mind desperately cobbles together words. "No! I-I need...Please, you have to cum inside me." "You don't underst--" "I don't care! Shut up! Finish inside me. I'm begging you!" Amanda growls so loud that she shakes the entire desk as she shoves her dick  in up to the knot. She thrusts hard and fast until she's at the edge. Then, in one big push, she pops her knot inside Missy. As Amanda's seed spills out into Missy's depths, Missy has the biggest orgasm of her life. She entwines her tail with Amanda's and grabs the bigger dragon's massive breasts. The erect nipples press against her palms as they writhe against each other. Amanda feels over Missy's body as she shoots load after load inside her. Her hands find Missy's wide hips, shapely butt, and supple tits. Amanda roars in ecstasy as the height of her release hits. Missy's eyes get wet as she roars with Amanda. In this moment, it's clear. Amanda was totally into her all along. She put up a good fight, but Missy's heat made it impossible for either of them to hold themselves back. A few seconds after Amanda's last orgasmic moan, she pants out, "I'm sorry." "About what?" A tingling in Missy's crotch just above her clit draws her hand. A tiny sheath and balls push up against it and a wave of pleasure radiates out to every part of her body. "Gah!" Amanda hangs her head. "I'm so sorry." Rubbing that growing flesh, Missy moans. "It feels so good!" She grabs Amanda's hand and puts it on the expanding mound of sensitive scales. "More!" Her pussy shifts a bit making room as her new set of genitals pushes up against Amanda's palm. Every bit of growth is like a espresso shot of ecstasy. Her shaft starts poking out of her sheath and Amanda wraps her hand around it.  As Amanda strokes, she says, "You're fine with this?" "Yes!" Even though she's tied to Amanda, she does her best to thrust. The movement of Amanda's knot inside her makes both of them gasp and groan. Her balls hang lower and lower until they're draped over where their bodies are joined. Missy sniffs the air as a new urge builds inside her. She moves her tail tip to Amanda's sex and shoves it in. As Amanda moans and loses her grip on Missy's phallus, Missy says, "Someone needs a dicking!" Amanda blushes deep and raises her tail before she realizes what's happening and puts her tail back down. "Nah, I'll be fine. Let's just get you off." "Are you sure? I bet you want to catch my first load with your pussy." Professor Heitken moans and lifts her tail as Missy presses her tail deeper inside her professor's muff. Missy's shaft is reaching a foot long, way bigger than what would normally be on a frame as small as hers. She grins at it with pride. The balls hanging under it feel big and productive. She grabs Amanda's breasts and hefts them. Then she brings a nipple up to her mouth and starts to nibble as she wiggles her tail inside Amanda. "Oh my!" Amanda cries as she struggles to continue the hand job she was giving. "The moment you pop out, I'm gonna shove my dick in you and make you call my name!"  Missy switches to the other nipple.  "You're so vulgar!" This time it sounds like a compliment and Amanda's spice is thick in the air. Tugging at Amanda's girthy nipples with her fingers, Missy says. "You're gonna need me as much as I needed you!" "Haah!" Whatever Amanda was going to say is interrupted by her passion-filled breaths. Her snatch gets hotter and slicker as Missy fills it with her tail. When Amanda bites her lip to avoid moaning more in front of the class, Missy starts nipping and licking at her breasts again. Amanda cums. That giant snatch tugs powerfully at Missy's tail making her wish she had her cock in there already. She's never felt this on top of the world, this powerful. Her eyes lock on to her shaft as it starts to bounce and something feels like it's pushing up from the base. Oh how badly she wants this to happen, her cheeks feel like they're on fire as she stares waiting for her first spurt of semen. Amanda's hand wraps around the base of Missy's cock. "You said your first load was for me!" She bares her teeth at her student as she scolds her. "AAAH!" Missy cries out as her orgasm is stopped in its tracks.  There's a fire in Amanda's eyes, a lust so strong that Missy nearly cums again just seeing it. Moving her hips back, Amanda grunts and pulls while holding Missy down. Missy is so surprised by Amanda's sudden attempt at extraction, that she can't find any words. The tugging makes her hiss through her teeth. Then she hears a wet sucking sound as the knot pops out and she starts making a mess of the floor. Standing up, she stares at her classmates many are sans pants, some fucking each other, others just stroking or fingering themselves is an image Missy will cherish for the rest of her life. She did that! Blushing, Missy turns around to focus on the only person in the room she actually cares about. Amanda is positioning one of the love seat-like chairs so it's facing the desk. When she's done, she leans over the desk and lifts her tail. Spreading her large plump pussy with her free hand, she looks into Missy's eyes and says, "Do it!" Missy growls in arousal and hops onto the chair Amanda positioned. She's almost at the perfect height. Wrapping her hand around her shaft, her breath catches in her throat. Her equipment is so big and hard and sensitive! As she aims it, her heart starts to race. She can't believe she's about to do this.  Just before she thrusts the tip of her ridged prick into her professor's puffy folds, she stops herself.  "Do what? I want to hear you say it." "Stick your damn prick in me!" "And?" She gives her instructor a toothy grin. "Come on, let the class hear you can say it. I know you want me to cum ins--" "Fuck you!" With a roar of frustration, Amanda's tail hooks around Missy's bare buttocks and pulls her hips forward. The slick silky heat of Amanda's pussy envelops Missy's disproportionately large shaft in one smooth motion. The sensation of each ridge popping inside is so intense that Missy feels as though time has slowed to a crawl. She stares down in disbelief as this new and amazing part of her anatomy disappears inside Amanda. She can see that even Amanda's high-capacity entrance must stretch to accommodate her. Then she feels her balls come to rest against Amanda's.    Her uninflated knot has popped in and heat spreads across every square inch of scales on her body. Every bit of her blushes as she becomes fully aware that everyone in the class can see that she just hilted herself in the professor. Impossible. "Move those hips!" Amanda commands. With her heart thumping so hard that there's a throbbing in her ears, Missy grabs Amanda's wide hips and pulls back. Just a little at first, pulling out enough that she can slam back in. Soon, her thrusts are nearly the full length of her cock because she can't get enough of the sensation of her tip entering Amanda's erotic embrace. Having a rhythm, she frees her right hand so she can fondle her breasts. It's what Amanda's doing with her free hand and it feels amazing stimulating her breasts and her cock at the same time. Amanda's moans and growls and the smacking of their scales against each other ground Missy in the reality that she's actually doing this. She gropes Amanda's ass nearly getting off on how big and powerfully muscled it is. When her knot gets too big to slip in, an urge to bury it builds.   Amanda calls out, "Gonna, ahh, cum!" Just hearing Amanda say this is enough to put Missy over the edge. As cum starts spilling forth from her shaft, she jams her knot in Amanda spreading her even more. They both roar so loud that people  in the class duck. As she fills her professor's satiny passage, she leans down and caresses her back. They stay like that, panting and cuddling, for several minutes before Amanda says, "Tell you what: I'll guide you through the lab on the weekend if you let me help you with your heat until it passes, deal?" Missy kisses along Amanda's spine making Amanda shiver and murr. "Deal." THE END If you want to support my writing, see hot commissions I got to go with my stories, and see my stories months to a year early, click here to become a patron on my Patreon OR click here to subscribe to my Subscribestar!

Chapter 1 - After

Dario picks up his girlfriend and has her legs wrap around him. He held her hips close and kissed her neck. Sayuri rubbed his back and smiled. Her body was already warm and it got him more excited.  "I can tell you're already enjoying this my beautiful dragon." He whispers as his hand grabs her ass.  "I always do it with you." Sayuri rubbed his back more," How can you tell though?"  "Being cold blooded and getting turned on is a dead giveaway."  Sayuri smiles and kisses his neck. She rubs his back and bites his neck gently. Dario laid back a little and enjoyed it as his girlfriend gave him love marks. He held her close and held her hand.  "I have a new thing to try out if you don't mind my love." Dario kisses behind her ear and whispers. His voice in her ear made Sayuri shiver with pleasure. He gently pulls down the straps of her tank top. She got interested and kissed his cheek.  "Show me more." Sayuri looks into his eyes. She had a look he had ever seen before. She seemed to glow more than ever. He smiles and slowly undresses her. First off was her shirt and pj bottoms. Next was taking her bra and panties off. Dario would kiss her boobs as he undressed her. Stopping for a second to look her over. Even though she was Japanese, Sayuri had some curves. Dario kissed any part he felt was necessary, which was wherever he took reach. This made her giggle and smile.  "Is this all?" She asked and smiled.  "No. I just like looking at who makes my life enjoyable and complete." He couldn't help but flatter her more. Enjoying her giggles of appreciation," you make it worth living again."  "I know the feeling." She kisses his cheek and smiles," Now can we continue with your idea?"  Dario nods and picks her up to set her on the end of the bed. He took off his shirt and unzipped his pants. Sayuri watches and places her hands on his, helping him undress. After he picks her up again and flips her on her stomach. "This is interesting already." Sayuri looks over her shoulder at him. Once both of their clothes were off Dario rubs the back of her thighs and front slowly. She takes a deep breath and grabs the sheets.  "Are you ready for the rest?" Dario gently touches her ass and squeezes it.  "I'm all yours Dario~" she giggles.  He doesn't wait and puts a finger in. He didn't go deep or fast this time, but just enough to get her going. He smiles and gently touches the back of her thighs and lower. Sayuri pulled on the sheets and closed her eyes. Soon adding two fingers and going deeper. Switching between having one finger to two. Slowly gaining speed as well. She bites her lips but lets out a few sounds.  Dario gently ran his other hand down her back. Taking his hand away from inside her and touching her thighs more. Leaning in to kiss her back.  Sayuri was warm and moaned a little. Hearing her enjoy the pleasure he is giving makes him smile and want to please her more. He wanted to be close to her and kissed every inch of her body. Dario kisses the back of her neck and down her spine. She lays out flat on the bed and enjoys his kisses. His warm lips made her feel good and relaxed.  His hands go to her sides and up. Gently grabbing her boobs and playing with them. Sayuri moans more and pulls on the sheets. He got rough playing with her.  Sayuri turns and lays on her back. To tease him she pushes up her boobs and plays with them. Playing with herself to hopefully get him going more. Dario watched as he touched himself a little.  "Could you continue with the kisses? Your lips are so warm." Sayuri asked softly and acted innocent. She giggles and smiles. He nods and sits between her legs. Starting with her leg and moving up her body.  "Yes, Watashi no joō." Dario smiles as he kisses every inch of her legs. Moving to her stomach and boobs. Once he finished kissing her body they looked into each other's eyes.  "I'm your Queen?" Sayuri asked and blushed.  "Of my world." He kissed her lips and adjusted himself, so he was on top. Sayuri smiles as they kiss and wraps her legs around his hips. She moans a little with a low sigh and adds, "You're my king."  Dario smirks as he slips inside her. Sayuri's eyes widen as she takes a deep breath. No matter how many times they did this, it made her feel amazing. Her legs wrapped around him tightly. Dario started off slow and gentle. Sayuri moves her body with his.  He took this as her wanting more. Adjusting himself again, Dario went faster. Sayuri lets out a few sounds. He adjusted himself again to pound his dick inside her. Sayuri arches her back and moans.  They kissed until they got tired. Both breathing heavy and sweaty. Dario wrapped his love in a blanket right away," I need to shower right away my love. I have a meeting in the morning."  "Go ahead. I'm going to get dressed."  "Well, I'll be in just my boxers afterwards." He teased her.  "Now I don't want to get dressed."  "How about you join me?" Dario wraps his arm around her and nuzzles. He was like a small puppy wanting more attention. No matter how much Sayuri would shake her head, he tried more. He knew how to be tempting for anything.  "We both know how that'll turn out." She was tired one last time.  "Maybe that's what I'm expecting."  "You naughty boy."  Dario laughs and smiles his best to get her to join. He nuzzled into her side more. His tired eyes made it a little difficult. She takes his hand and kisses it.  "Time next I promise."  "Okay, I won't bother you about it anymore." Dario kisses her forehead and smiles.  After the shower, Dario just had his boxers on. He came out of the bath with the towel around his shoulder. Drying off his hair he looks over to Sayuri. She was laying around a couple blankets to keep warm.  "Did you purposely walk out like that?" Sayuri asked.  "I honestly thought you would be asleep by now." Dario chuckled,” Wishing you joined me?” "A little." 

Chapter 0 - First Time

Sayuri hugs him from behind," Kitsune isn't here right now. I've been by myself for hours…." She sounded sad as she spoke," She doesn't trust me with anything so I can't keep myself busy."  "I'm sure I can convince her to allow you to do something." Dario reassured her," What would you like to do if I can convince her?"  "Reading is a good way to pass time. Maybe a few books." She answers.  "Anything you want to do now?"  He could tell how lonely she was. Wanting to help her in some way was the least he could do.  "There is one thing, but I don't know if you can handle a dragon." Sayuri suggested.  "Trust me I can." Dario takes her hands and places them lower on him. Sayuri made her way to unzip his pants and put her hands in. Feeling around for his dick, Dario took a deep breath. He stops her for a second," maybe we should go into the room we have set up for you. Just in case."  "Scared of Kitsune walking in on us?" Sayuri asked.  "I'm more worried about what she'll see me do to you." Dario smirks.  "What would that be?" Sayuri asked.  "You would have to wait and see."  Sayuri becomes interested as she leads him to her room.  Sayuri pulls off Dario's shirt and looks over his body. She could tell he had just started to take lifting weights seriously. Wanting to see more of his body, Sayuri pulls down his pants a little.  "Are you getting curious already?" Dario asked.  "Yes. I might have heard from a spider friend of ours how good you are."  "How long have you been planning on this then?" Dario asked. "For a while but I wanted to have you on board as well."  Dario pulls her close and kisses her neck. As he does, he whispers to her," I wanted to as well but we got busy."  Sayuri giggles as she enjoys his kisses. Holding him tight and close to receive more," How long are we talking?"  "The night we meant, at the bar." Dario recalls," I wanted to look into your eyes as I topped you."  "Well nothing is stopping you now." Sayuri smiles.  Dario smirks as he takes her hands. He pulls her close," I want to see what you had planned first. "Sayuri's hands wandered down his waist again and put her hand in his boxers. She gently touches him to see his reaction. Dario lets out a sigh," should I sit before you get touchy on me?"  "Nervous that you're going to enjoy it too much?"  "I know I'm going to. I just want both of us to be comfortable."  "Comfort is key."  Dario sits on the edge of the bed and watches as Sayuri strips him down. He could feel his body was already excited for what she had in store. Sayuri pulls off his pants and boxers to reveal his dick. She kneels down in front of him and begins to rub his staff. Starting off slow and gentle to get him going.  Once in a while she would kiss and lick his tip. Dario leans back a little as he enjoys her love. Letting out a few pleasuring sounds to let her know how much he was enjoying it. She soon would become rough playing with him. After only a few minutes, Dario's dick was hard as a rock. Any moment he was going to cum.  "Maybe I should stop it here." Sayuri teases.  "Please continue~" He begged.  Sayuri smirks as she stands. Slowly taking off her own clothes and teasing him. Turning around to show off her ass as she takes off her skirt and panties. Watching, Dario smirks as he enjoys the show. Sayuri bent over so her ass was in the air.  "Do your worse~"  Dario gently rubs a finger against her lower. Teasing her to see her reaction. He switches between one and two fingers in her. Not going in too deep at first.  "You really do know how to please a woman." She smiles  "Please or tease?"  "Both."  He smirks and pulls her onto his lap. Gently fingering her at first before getting rough. He kisses her neck and back as he does. One hand groped her boobs. Sayuri begins to climax as Dario rubs his tip along with his fingers. Picking her up a little to slide his dick inside slowly and not fully down. Sayuri moans loudly as she places her hands on his knees. Gently lifting herself up and down his dick. With both hands free, Dario gropes both of her boobs. After a few minutes of this Sayuri could feel herself getting close. She hadn't had this happen in years.  "More please~" Sayuri asked.  "How much more?" Dario whispers in her ear.  "So much more." Sayuri begs.  Dario holds her close as he stands. Placing her on the bed as he tops her. Dario stands ready as he rubs his own dick staring at her body. Sayuri sits up to help him. As he begins to cum, Dario slides his dick into Sayuri. Helping him slide in and out of her soaked pussy. Going faster and faster as he could feel Sayuri getting close. Her body language said it all.  He leans in and kisses along her neck, boobs, and lower. Making sure to kiss her scales in those spots too. Sayuri grabs the sheets and pulls on them. Dario rubs her inner thighs with one hand. He could feel her normal cold skin was getting warm. Making sure to use the last of his energy to get her to climax. He spreads her legs open more and goes in deeper. After going harder on her, Sayuri reached her max. She let out the loudest moan of the night. With her head in the clouds, Sayuri felt her body become weak. Dario begins to slow down and takes one of her hands, kissing it gently.

Chapter 8 - Slow Night

Dario falls onto the couch and sighs. Taking off his super suit but only halfway. He was too tired to take it off. He closes his eyes to relax a bit. Only opening them when he hears Sayuri walk in. He smiles seeing that she brought him something to eat. It was his favorite dish she cooks. The slight spice filled his nose.  “I made you a little something.” She smiles and sits next to him.  “I can smell it. Thank you.” Dario sits up as she hands him the dish. As he eats, they chat a little.  “How was the mission?” Sayuri asked.  “Pretty easy. Just a couple thugs thinking they can get away with things.” Dario sets his plate down on the coffee table. He takes Sayuri’s hand and pulls her into a hug. They ended up snuggling on the couch. Dario plays with her hair a little, twirling it in between his fingers. “Did you do anything else today besides cook?” Dario asked.  “Honestly, I slept a lot. I stayed up late last night on patrol.”  “Understandable, I probably would have too.”  She smiles and nuzzles into him. Taking one of her hands and kissing it a few times, making her giggle a little. Dario relaxes more and holds his girlfriend close. Using his powers, a little to warm them both up a little. Sayuri reaches over to grab a throw blanket and wrap them in it.  “Comfy?” Dario asked. “Very. I might fall asleep."  "Same."  "Are you going to take you suit off at all?" Sayuri asked.  "Eh, I'm too comfortable to get up."  Sayuri smiles and nuzzles more. 

Chapter 3 - Merry Fuckmas

Dario enters the room to see Sayuri had wrapped herself in a red ribbon. The ribbon covered her chest and lower. Her jet black hair was pulled back with a big red bow. Making her look like a giant present. “Are you my Christmas gift?” He asked. “One of them.” She giggles and takes his hands. Leading him over to a tree. Under it were a few presents of different sizes. Some were as big as him, others were the size of a book.  “What’s all this for?”  “Each gift is a toy you can use on me.” Sayuri explained,” I’m going to roll this dice and that's how many gifts you can open.”  “You had this planned out for a while now haven’t you?”  “I have.” She kisses his cheek. Sayuri pulls out a 20d and rolls it onto the table. It tumbles and lands on nine. They both look at it to confirm the number. Dario blushes bright red seeing as that was a big number. Looking at the boxes there was definitely enough there for him to pick from. The one that did catch his eye and what he was going to pick no matter what was a medium sized box. Unwrapping the paper, he reveals a bondage sex chair. There were restraint straps on it as well.  “I can start getting that set up as you pick the other eight.” Sayuri suggested.  “Go ahead, I’m having a hard time picking out the rest.” Dario was a bit overwhelmed by the gifts. He wanted to make sure Sayuri had the best time. Having the items wrapped was difficult. This time he goes for a smaller box. Unwrapping a wooden paddle with XOXO engraved. Going for the smaller items now, Dario unwraps a vibrating wand, a new gag, blindfold, and a lingerie set for Sayuri. Dario looks over to his girlfriend,” I have no idea what to pick for the last three items.”  She had the chair all set up and was waiting for him,” You want me to pick the last three?”  “Yes please.”  Sayuri looks over the gifts and grabs the last of the smaller gifts. She hands them to him and kisses his cheek,” You can open them as I put this on.”  She takes the lingerie set and hands into another bedroom. Opening the last three gifts Dario opened nipple bumps, bondage tape, and an electric shock wand. Getting those set up and ready he waits for Sayuri. She steps out in an open cup lace bodysuit. She also put her hair up in a bun so it won’t be in the way. Dario whistles as she steps out.  “Ready for your gift?” She asked. “Yes.”  Dario takes off his shirt and throws it to the side. He stands behind her and puts his hands on her body. He rubbed the inside of thighs up to her breast. Sayuri puts her arms up and behind her, wrapping them around his neck. Dario leans in to kiss her neck.  “When should I start using the items?” Dario whispers.  “Whenever you want. I’m ready for all of it.”  He reaches over and grabs the blindfold. Wrapping it around her eyes. Taking one of her hands and leads her over to the chair. Helping her up so he could restrain her. Once tied down, Sayuri had no idea what he was going to do to her.  Plugging in the vibrator, Dario turns it onto the lowest setting. Putting it gently against her nipples. Sayuri takes a deep breath as she enjoys it. Switching the vibrator between her nipples and lower. Causing Sayuri to moan a little. Turning the setting up to three and keeping it on her lower. Enjoying this a lot, Sayuri tries to grab anything she can but can’t.  Dario turns the wand up one more setting. There were 10 settings in total and they were on four. Wanting to try the other items, he places the wand down but still on her. He gets the nipple bump ready and on her. Sayuri flinches a little at the feeling at first. “You okay?” Dario asked. “Yes, It’s just hard to prepare when you can’t see anything.” She smiles.  “I understand.” He gently kisses her lips and he turns the pump on. It starts sucking on her breast. In between kisses Sayuri lets out a small moan. He reaches down to turn the vibrator up two more settings and puts it closer to her. She tried to move but the restraints stopped her. Dario takes the gag and puts it on her.  “One last thing for the slow teasing then we can get into it.”  Sayuri nods and takes deep breaths. Dario takes his pants off and pulls down his boxers. Taking the vibrator away for a second as he maxes the setting. He holds the vibrator on her, causing Sayuri to moan loudly. Seeing her get turned on so much by the vibrator, made him a bit hard.  Rubbing his own dick now, Dario got ready. Once fully hard, he removes the wand and teases her with his dick. Sayuri moans a bit louder as she is teased. This time around he lightly fucked her, but just enough to give her a good time. After a good 20 minutes, Dario unties Sayuri and helps her up. Holding her close and kissing her cheek,” Merry Christmas my love.”  “Merry Christmas.”

Chapter 0 - Hermification Booth

Hannah loves herms so much she wants to be one herself. She's about to get her wish. Hermification booth by Zmeydros (Edited by Tiliquain and Secretskunk) The holographic sign for the Emerging Technologists Convention had fuchsia block letters that got bigger and smaller in a ripple effect that was traveling through a background made of stylized blueprints. This was a smaller convention that was geared more toward startups than big established corporations. The convention details didn't matter much at this moment because Hannah was in the sex lounge getting pounded by an auburn-feathered hippogryph. The other people in the sex lounge watched Hannah as her pussy was stretched once again by the hippogryph's mottled pink and black horsecock. They'd spent about a minute using missionary, but that just didn't fit Hannah's mood. Doggystyle was feeling a lot better. Hannah caught herself stifling a moan and then thought to herself "Why am I being shy? There's like ten people in here and they're in here for a good fuck just like me." Instead of stifling her moans, she started to moan like a hyena in heat. She did credit to her species--the other people in the room stared wide-eyed at her as her heavy breasts flailed from the thrusts. "That's right! MOAN for ME!" The hippogryph smacked her ass. Hannah yelped in surprise at the sudden smack and tightened her pussy as a rush of adrenaline washed over her. Now this was fun! All that time increasing her pussy's strength and capacity was worth it. She clamped down on the hippogryph's equine endowment, causing hir to grunt and moan. When Hannah let up the pressure, she felt the shaft slide even deeper, hitting the end of her tunnel, and she winced before letting out a yelp of pleasure. The mixture of pleasure, pain, and thrill was like a gourmet turkey club sandwich--she couldn't get enough. The hippogryph grunted and gasped as hir massive balls smacked against Hannah's clit over and over again. Hannah could feel the herm's prick getting even harder as the flare formed. Hannah was about to claim her prize. Hannah looked back to watch the hippogryph perform hir last thrust. It was a nice quick jab that hit the deepest spot inside her and made their breasts flail. Hannah growled as the hippogryph squawked and sent thick cum down hir incredible girthy shaft. The sensation of being filled with so much spunk nearly sent Hannah into orgasm. Being watched may have distracted her from the sensations enough for her to take longer, or it was just one of those days where her orgasm was elusive. Even without orgasm, it was extremely satisfying to look into the eyes of the people watching her as this sexy herm turned her into a cream-filled hyena. Hannah's heart was still pounding a few minutes later when the herm pulled out and asked, "What's your name again?" Hannah laughed along with about half the people in the room. "Hannah, what's yours?" "Troxeil," the herm replied. "Sorry I couldn't get you off. I was able to hold back the first two times, but that third time, when you clenched, I just couldn't." "Oh, no worries, it was awesome! My body can be a bit stubborn with orgasms. Sometimes it takes over an hour." Hannah was about to push her front off of the table, when she started to look at the other occupants of the room. "There's a talk I want to catch, mind if I catch up to you later?" Troxeil caught some cum as it dripped off of hir shaft and then licked it up. "No prob. And if this is a one time thing, that's fine too. I'll see ya if I see ya." Hannah waved. Troxeil smirked at the corner of hir beak and waved before walking through the automatic glass door to the attached locker room. Hannah continued her visual search for the next cock she wanted stuffed in her. A short herm husky kept eyeing her shyly. Whenever Hannah looked at hir, shi looked away. It was cute. Hannah motioned for the husky to come forward and then pointed at her used snatch. The husky blushed deeply and pulled off hir pants to reveal hir throbbing need. Shi got behind Hannah and shoved all the way in. Shi was not nearly as big as Hannah's last occupant, but canine phalluses have a wonderful shape to them. Hannah moaned loudly as she tightened around the welcome intruder. The husky made no attempt to reassure Hannah that shi wanted anything but a warm place to stick hir erection. Shi pounded Hannah at full speed, panting, grunting, and moaning. Had the shyness just been an act? It didn't matter, Hannah was in a happy place once again. She was getting pounded in front of an audience who was now entranced by her unabashed sluttyness. Two male dragons that were having sex against the wall gave her a thumbs-up. A threesome of two male foxes and one female red panda grinned at her when she looked at them. A foursome of a herm minotaur, a herm tiger, a buck, and a male bunny stopped thrusting and sucking to look at her when she squealed. The husky behind her was going even faster now. So fast that her whole body was vibrating and her cunny was sending wondrous sensations up her spine. The husky yipped as hir knot grew. Shi grabbed at one of her breasts and Hannah's hip as shi popped the knot in and out. Hannah felt her whole body warm up from the knot's extra stimulation. Then, when the knot was too big to slip in and out anymore, the husky jammed it in and howled as hot spunk spurted out of hir shaft. If the husky had waited just a minute longer, Hannah might have finally had her orgasm, but instead, she just let out a hearty moan and pressed back against the sexy herm that was taking her. The husky herm used hir cellphone while shi was tied to Hannah. Hannah smirked to herself and just lay there enjoying the feeling of being tied. Just being a cum dump for a sexy husky was kind of kinky in its own way. She took a deep breath and relaxed as she scanned the room. The minotaur was now pulling out of the herm tiger. This bovine herm had a nice somewhat-unique equine cock with a mostly flat head except for the fact that it was slanted so that the cock came to a point. It was still really thick and had a medial ring. Hannah waved the bovine over. This bovine was stocky and a beautiful shade of dark grey. While this bovine's  breasts were not quite as huge as the rest of hir, they would look ridiculous on the husky that she was currently tied to. The horns on minotaur herm went out and then around and down, protecting the sides of hir head. Shi also had some very nice muscles to show off. When the minotaur walked up to Hanna's face, Hannah felt her nipples tingle at the musky mixture of masculine and feminine scents. Herms were the greatest! Hannah was hooked on them. She couldn't stop wondering what it was like to feel an orgasm from two places at once or what it was like to have a penis and balls. Hannah's inner thoughts were derailed when the bovine herm shoved hir half-erect cock into Hannah's face. "If you want to get this inside you, get me hard again." With a wink, Hannah said, "A cock is in my face, I don't need any other reason to suck on it." As Hannah started licking the tip of the herm's shaft, the herm attempted to introduce hirself. "I'm--maah!" Hannah laughed and stopped for a moment. "I'm Drucelle." "I'll call you Dru." Hannah took the head of Dru's cock into her mouth before shi could respond. Dru grabbed Hannah's head and slowly bucked hir hips as shi got hard. Hannah felt her whole body start tingling. Having her head grabbed, a big erection shoved into her maw, and an audience watching while she was still tied was almost too much. She let the cock slide deeper and deeper into her muzzle until she started letting it enter her throat. Dru started grunting and thrusting a bit more as hir erection throbbed powerfully. Hannah reached behind Dru's balls and slipped three fingers into hir huge cunt as she gave hir head. Dru started bucking harder and moaning. A couple minutes later, Dru was gripping Hannah's head hard and started testing Hannah's many years of experience giving blowjobs. Dru couldn't seem to control hir hips and was practically fucking Hannah right down her throat. Hannah especially liked feeling Dru's balls hiting her chin. Just as Hannah started having problems with her gag reflex, Dru's whole body stiffened and hir hefty prick throbbed. "Oh! I think I'm!" She drank down Dru's thick seed, letting Dru shove hir cock as deep as it could go. Well, the husky's knot had outlasted Dru. Not that Hannah was complaining. The feeling of Dru's cunny grabbing at her fingers while hir phallus twitched all the way down its length had Hannah shivering in arousal. Dru was gasping and moaning like a pornstar. Hannah desperately wanted to feel what Dru was feeling right now. After Dru was finally spent, shi pulled hir cock all the way out. "Sorry I didn't--" "It's fine. I had fun!" Hannah gave Dru's thigh a whack. "My name's Hannah Gould and I live here in Tishen City. How about you?" "I live here too, only a few miles from downtown," Dru said. "My place is on the southern edge of downtown. How about you look me up on SensualCiti and we can have a nice fuck later." Hannah grinned. A big excited smile curled the edges of Dru's lips. "Sure! I'm free on Tuesday and Thursday evening this week." "Let's do it Thursday. I'm free after six, send me a message." "Okay, I think I'm going to stick around to see if you ever manage to orgasm." Dru grabbed hir phone and sat in an easy chair. When Hannah's phone chimed, shi said, "Sent you a calendar invite." "Great!" Hannah grinned. The husky pulled hir knot out with a pop and walked away, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Dru or Hannah were even there. Spooge made its way down the husky's inner thigh as shi walked into the locker room. Hannah stood up and then sat on the padded table that had been supporting her belly and abdomen. It was the perfect height for people that wanted to bend over and get some standing doggystyle loving. She looked around the room to find the next cock she wanted to try out, and then her jaw dropped. When did Alexi Tishen enter the room and why was shi staring at Hannah? Alexi walked over. "You know what turns me on more than just about anything? People who have a strong kink for herms and like being watched." Alexi pulled up hir purple skirt to show shi had no undergarments on and that the head of hir blue prehensile cock was already out of its sheath. "Want my cock to be your pussy's next occupant?" Hannah the spotted hyena couldn't speak. She had seen every porn video Alexi had posted of hir random encounters with other furs and all of the pornos that shi participated in just for fun. This green dragon with purple stripes, a yellow belly, big scaly canine-like ears and a prehensile cock. Shi was the first herm Hannah ever masturbated to. Alexi waited patiently for Hannah to speak while making a question mark shape with hir prick. Eventually, Hannah spread her legs and looked into Alexi's eyes, studying the way hir irises went from yellow on the outer edge to orange in the middle. Hannah's face burned with a deep blush as she said, "Get that thing in me, right now!" Alexi pulled off hir skirt and blouse. Shi had no bra on. Hir C-cup breasts were much like Hannah's--they held their shape really well. Shi grabbed Hannah's legs and pressed hir emerging penis against Hannah's pussy. Hannah moaned and shook hir hips as Alexi ground their crotches against each other. Then Hannah blew out air as shi felt Alexi's flexible tapered prick start to enter. Every time Hannah moaned loudly, Alexi's cock made a point of sliding across her clit to make her screech in ecstasy. Every inch that entered Hannah felt amazing. It was like a thick tongue, made for fucking, exploring her pussy. The sensations were pleasurable, but distracting. Hannah could barely catch her breath. Now Alexi was deep inside her and every time she made Alexi moan, she felt a bit of pride. This person, this idol of the herm gender, was not only fucking her, shi seemed to be enjoying hirself. "What's your name? I want something to yell when I cum." Alexi licked Hannah's cheek. "Hannah Gould." With the daze she was in, it was no surprise she gave her whole name as if she was in class and Alexi was her professor. "That's a pretty name." Alexi shoved the last bit of hir shaft into Hannah. Hannah moaned and bucked her hips. "YES!" "Grab onto me, I want to smoosh our breasts together." Alexi put hir arms around Hannah and pulled her close. When Alexi's lips moved toward Hannah's, Hannah greedily kissed, going right past lips touching to shoving her tongue into Alexi's mouth. Alexi took it all in stride using hir forked dragon tongue to caress and rub Hannah's tongue, lips, and teeth. As they kissed, Alexi started to thrust. Hannah moaned into the kiss. This was really happening! Alexi's nipples were so hard against her own, could she really have turned on Alexi that much? The thrusts got harder and harder until both of them were grunting, panting and moaning. Alexi went faster and deeper making their bodies clap together. Hannah felt tingles all over her body as Alexi's cock made waves and corkscrews, and lingered on the places that made Hannah squirm the most. It was overwhelming. Whenever she looked at what was going on or had her mouth pressed against Alexi's, she could hardly believe it. When she closed her eyes, she had trouble believing that Alexi would be there when she opened them. It wasn't that having sex with Alexi was all that impossible, it was just that being so lucky to have her innermost desires answered was beyond any expectations she had for going to this convention. What had to be ten minutes later, Alexi's moans were getting louder and a bulge at the base of hir cock was growing. Alexi panted out, "You're going to outlast--hah--me!" Hannah wanted to cum with Alexi, but her mind kept thinking about how this was actually happening and her body just seemed to want to savor the near-orgasmic pleasure of this coupling. Hannah did a hyena laugh when Alexi shoved hir round knot into her. "HANNAH GOOOOUUUULD!" As Alexi emptied hir load into Hannah, and she felt the first wave of her own orgasm building, her mind worried that she might not actually cum and that was enough to stop the orgasm dead in its tracks. She wanted to cum too bad to cum? How fucked up was that? Hannah gasped and kissed Alexi's neck as Alexi dug hir claws into Hannah's back. Alexi stopped just short of puncturing Hannah's skin and the sensation of being held so tightly had Hannah feeling very relaxed. Alexi's pulsing phallus moved in wonderful waves as it continued to fill Hannah. Hannah couldn't help but moan and grab onto Alexi until shi stopped delivering hir spooge. A minute later, Alexi said, "I thought you were going to cum there for a moment. You have to be horny out of your mind by now. Someone told me I'm the third cock you've ridden today." Hannah frowned and looked away from Alexi. "I'm so sorry, I started worrying about not cumming with you." "I used to do that a lot. No worries." Alexi stroked Hannah's fur. "Oh, really?" Hannah blinked. "Don't look at me, I'm far from perfect." Alexi laughed. "In fact, I have many flaws. I start projects that I never finish, I suck at making baked goods, I don't know if I'll ever truly be good at BDSM because deep down I don't fully understand it, I sometimes use magick to solve problems out of laziness, and I get bored of things too fast sometimes. And my famous sex drive, well, I have to feed it so often that the the Vice CEO and other administrators have to back me up. The company is set up to deal with that, but there are times when it causes problems." As Hannah listened, the worry she felt started to loosen its grasp. She really needed to think about how much she idolized people. "Wow, that's a long list." "Yep, I just don't want anyone to pretend I'm perfect. It sets the bar a bit too high... Mind if I change the subject?" Alexi moved hir head back a bit so Hannah could see hir face. "Not at all." "With how much you like herms, I'm curious why you haven't tried being one yourself." Hannah's eyes went wide. "Well, I've heard it's complex magic and that it takes a while and--" "Not anymore. This is the second convention where we've opened up a Hermification Booth. You can go in there and ten minutes later, you're a herm with whatever equipment you prefer." Alexi grinned. "WHAT?" Hannah balked. "Yep, we're opening it to the public tonight and it will remain open until the convention closes. In one month, there will be a permanent one downtown, but you don't have to wait for that, we can go right now!" The question of whether Hannah wanted to go through with having her sex life changed drastically didn't even cross her mind. The moment Alexi mentioned the possibility as something easy and quick, she knew. She was going to be a herm by the end of the day, unless something big came along and derailed her plans. "I thought you said it's opening tonight? And how much does it cost?" "For me, it's already open. And for you, there is no cost as long as you let me do a bit of promotion. You like being watched, yes?" Hannah felt her eyes get wet. She had no idea what to say. What she'd wanted for years was now just being given to her and all she had to do was let people watch? It was perfect. "Don't mark me down as a saint just yet. For anyone else, it only costs about as much as a very nice sex toy and if a doctor can show that you are herm transgendered, it's free."  Shi grabs Hannah's buttocks and wraps hir tail around Hannah's waist. "Hug me with your legs and arms." Hannah did so and then looked at Alexi with wide eyes. "Should we go out like this?" "If I get you cleaned up a bit so you don't drip and we're not blocking traffic, we'll be within the rules." Alexi took a towel off the rack on the side of the table and cleaned up between Hannah's thighs. Hannah moaned as Alexi put hir arms around her and lifted her off the table. Alexi started walking toward the door where people entered the sex lounge from the main hallway. The bouncing from Alexi's strides caused little tugs on Alexi's knot that made the both moan. After waving at gawking onlookers, Alexi said, "You haven't said 'yes' yet. I'll turn around and put you back where I found you if you don't want to go through with it. No judging, no issue." "Yes, yes I want it! I just wish we were there already." Hannah's heart started to beat faster. "It's good we're not there yet, you haven't decided what you want between your legs." "Horse cock and big balls!" Hannah said without having to think at all. Alexi laughed so hard that both of them ended up bouncing and moaning a bit. "Okay, I may have underestimated you a bit." "It's all right, I underestimate myself a lot." Hannah giggled. Alexi hugged Hannah tenderly as they walked, not saying another word. Hannah felt oddly comforted and very horny at the same time. She was knotted to a hot herm and she hadn't gotten off yet. What was it going to take? At first, Hannah was overwhelmed by all the people staring at her and Alexi, but then she started noticing the numerous thumbs-up, smiles, and waves they were getting. It seemed that most of the furs and humans here were happy to see a free pornographic situation. Alexi was well known for shenanigans like this, so no one should have been that surprised. The best reactions were the furs that blushed and tried to watch them out of the corner of their eye. Just seeing other furs get turned on by her streaking down the hallway tied to this dragon was enough to make Hannah even wetter. When there was a break in the crowd, the curved ceiling of the convention center caught Hannah's attention. The glass or whatever transparent stuff they used to build it was in these odd trapezoidal pieces. They looked like the way cells are arranged in wood. Did her professor use "Voronoi" to describe that pattern? That seemed right. Booths were ahead and it looked like an asymmetric design craze had taken over this year. Lop-sided triangles with strange metal scaffolding, booths with roofs that went across at any angle other than ninety degrees, and curving accents that ended in sharp points were everywhere. There were anthros of all shapes and sizes, as to be expected, but when Hannah saw the purple and orange holographic sign for the Hermification Booth, she shivered in excitement. Four nude herms were sitting in front of the booth with a sign on their table that said, "Recently Hermified Q&A." There was a dragon, an ocelot, a horse, and a fox. They all looked pretty stunning, but the fox was Hannah's favorite. Shi just looked so happy and her compact body was so perfectly sculpted. Hir exercise routine must have been amazing. Just under the sign for the booth was another sign. "Schedule Your Hermification online at hermbooth.tish or right here. Booth opens in 2hrs 23min." Four holographic interface screens were being used by a line of eight furs. The ratio of males to females was about equal. Alexi walked right past the herms in front and through the silver-and-purple-threaded curtain which was drawn across the booth. There were two doors; the first one they came to said "Exhibitionist" and the second said "Private." The room that the "Exhibitionist" door led to was made completely of transparent material. Anyone standing out front or passing by would see whatever went down in that room. That's the door that Alexi walked through as shi said, "Ready to put on a little show?" Hannah gasped and tightened her pussy around Alexi as she thought about a crowd watching her grow a horse cock. "Fuck! I'm getting so wet just thinking about it." "I think we have even more in common than I originally surmised." Alexi grinned so wide that hir lips were tightly curled upward at the ends. The look was almost predatory and something about it excited Hannah even more. Then Hannah looked down at Alexi's breasts and sniffed the air. A strong scent of arousal was coming from Alexi's female parts. Hannah grabbed Alexi's ass and ground on hir knot for a moment as she thought about what was about to happen. Both of them moaned. Alexi licked Hannah's chin and Hannah started french kissing hir like it was the first moment they'd had alone on a honeymoon. Being this familiar with someone Hannah viewed as a sex god was fantastic. When she broke the kiss, she said, "Alexi, wanna be the first person I try my new cock on?" Alexi groped Hannah's butt. "Your sex drive rivals mine and I'm not sure if you can fully understand how much that turns me on." "Wait, knowing that someone is as horny as you turns you on?" "Yeah, think about it. Imagine that I'm as horny as you are most of the time. Walking around with my clit tingling, wanting to strip off my clothes at important business meetings, imagining sex with any fur that makes eye contact too long, etc." Hannah's heart started pounding harder. "Wow! That is hot!" "See? It's awesome." "Yes!" "Good, now, let's uncouple so we can get started." Alexi's knot shrank as if by command. "Wait, you have full control of your knot?" "Yeah, full control. I can keep it inflated for an hour or tie someone after a quickie and then go back to work five minutes later." Alexi started lifting Hannah off of hir. Hannah moaned as Alexi's knot popped out and their mixed juices fell out of her still throbbing cunny onto the floor. When she was standing on her own two feet, she said, "Wow, I want that kind of control for my flare." "Then you shall have it." Alexi started turning stuff on. A pearlescent-peach-colored cube with an off-center cyan-glowing line--it was probably some sort of computing cluster. Shi flipped on a holographic display, a non-holographic 3D display, three robotic arms with cameras attached to them. Three robotic arms with mic's attached to them. And lastly, a robotic arm with three spheres attached to it. The spheres had orange camera lenses attached to them, arranged in a very complex, mostly-random-looking pattern. All the arms came out of the ceiling. Alexi's face became serious. "I need you to sign some forms. They aren't a big deal, you will not sign away your right to sue us. And no matter what changes we make, your body will remain your body and you will have all the same rights you had before you entered. One of the forms is actually you taking legal possession of the changes we make. The last form allows us to stream this demo live on the website and retain a recording of it for promotional purposes. Sound good?" "Okay. I'll take a look at them." The excitement Hannah had been feeling went down a bit. Thinking about legal stuff was one of the best ways for her to curb her libido. "Shexala, please display typical forms including a streaming license for live broadcast. If you need a chair, just ask." "Okay." The forms appeared holographically in front of Hannah. She started reading through them and found that the terms were actually very agreeable. The forms had definitions for all the terms and links to websites to look up different legal information. She stopped reading when her eyes glazed over about five minutes later, and just started signing everything. "Done already?" Alexi tilted hir head. "I'm horny, your company has a great track record, and I can't imagine anything in one of those forms that would stop me from wanting to get hermified." Alexi smiled wide before saying, "OK, Shexala, please raise the curtains and prepare the chair." A soft low-pitched bing came from the area near the cube-shaped computer. The curtains started going up and what looked like a metal coffee table started rising from the floor. As it rose, it started to form the shape of a contoured chair that had a slant to its back. "Look at me for a moment," Alexi said. The arm holding three spheres moved to Hannah's back and produced a field of laser light that made her fur glow green for a few seconds. The beam was coming from the bottom left sphere. Then the arm moved to Hannah's front about five feet ahead of her. "Close your eyes." Hannah did so and she saw that green light was shining on her eyelids. It must have been measuring her or something. "Okay, I'm going to start talking to the audience. I'll give you cues as to what to do. If you want me to mute, just put your hand over your muzzle and shake your head. If you want me to frost the glass and shut off the cameras, put your hand over your eyes and shake your head. If you want both right away, just say 'apricot.'" "Why a-, I mean that word?" "There aren't many words that sound like it and it just popped into my head." Alexi smirked. Hannah giggled and walked toward the chair. Shi held up a finger. "Wait, I'll give you cues. I'm planning on showing off your body before we start. Is it okay if I talk about your sluttiness? I actually think it's something to be proud of." "I like the sound of that. Now that STD's have been conquered and birth control is available to everyone, I think the word 'slut' has lost most of its dirt." Hannah grinned as she turned to look at the audience. There were like forty people out there now. Alexi said, "Shexala, continuous broadcast unless you see the gestures I described to the patient or either of us says 'apricot.' Are there any bumps in your understanding of these directives?" "No Alexi. Upon 'apricot' glass fogged, all recording and broadcasting equipment shut down. Upon other gestures, appropriate action will be taken." Shexala's voice was that of a very calm middle-aged woman. "Broadcast begins in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1" Alexi pointed at the crowd and then Hannah. "I bet all of you are wondering what I'm going to do to this poor sex-crazed hyena. Well, I'm going to give her a nice big horse cock and balls to play with." The crowd cheered. A mostly red male dragon was undressing slowly, looking at Alexi's naked body. "I found her in the sex lounge taking one herm after another and outlasting them all. Then I had a go with her and she outlasted me. I think she was a bit distracted, but maybe I'm just having an off day." The crowd laughed. Two herms in the audience, a snow leopard and a gray fox, looked at Hannah while they undressed each other. Hannah felt her pussy start to throb looking down at the crowd. The energy they had was amazing. She wondered if they were trying to impress her and Alexi with their debauchery or whether they were just that horny. "So, Hannah, what's the first thing you're going to do with your new horse cock?" Alexi winked at her. "Fuck you!" Hannah said, laughing. The crowd laughed with her. Alexi chuckled. "See, it's not always an insult." The crowd laughed more and then yelled "Fuck you!" "That's the spirit!" Alexi started pointing to members of the crowd. "I'll be in Sex Lounge Alpha around four o'clock and I expect to see every one of you there in a long line." A bunch of crowd members flashed Alexi, breasts, hard cocks, pussies, asses. Alexi's own erection started to emerge. Hannah's left paw reached down and started rubbing her clit. She gasped and then took her hand away. How much more of this could she take before she just orgasmed from how hot the situation was? Her whole body was throbbing and it felt like she had a fever. "Hannah, please touch yourself more while giving the audience the last glimpse of your body before we change it." Hannah trembled as she rubbed her clit and grabbed a breast facing the audience. She moaned and bucked her hips. She was so sensitive everywhere that it almost hurt. She turned and bent over exposing her snatch to the audience before slipping two fingers into herself. She felt a powerful tingle run down to the tip of her tail and down her legs to her toes. She started fucking herself with her fingers as her other hand moved to her clit. She looked back at the audience and saw at least six beautiful cocks being stroked as their eyes were fixed on her masturbatory show. A hot flash ran through her as she thought about them all lining up and cumming inside her one after another. Alexi didn't interrupt her at all even though her moans were getting louder and louder. As she watched the crowd, the two naked herms in the audience gave each other a hand job. She just watched these herms as she continued to finger herself. Other members of the crowd were undressing. Soon, the gray wolf herm started quivering, about to cum. Hir snow leopard partner went down and caught the gush of spunk with hir mouth. Seeing someone orgasm while watching her was too much; Hannah did a hyena laugh and came right in front of everyone. Her hips bucked and ground, her pussy dripped, her whole body burned. She just kept her ass end pointed at the crowd as she felt her pussy milk her fingers for non-existent male product. The crowd cheered and took off more clothes. Several more had undone their pants and skirts and were openly masturbating at this point. As her orgasm continued, Hannah started getting light-headed from gasping and moaning so much. Her whole body felt so warm and light. When her orgasm subsided, she stood up and turned her front to the audience. She bowed. They applauded and cheered. Seeing the aroused crowd all looking at her made her nipples tingle. That orgasm was huge, but it wasn't even close to satisfying her. She normally needed more than one and today, almost all her kinks were being hit by a fully-loaded train. "Thanks for the show. Have a seat to receive your reward." Alexi pointed at the chair with both hands, doing hir best impression of a gameshow host while hir prick was at full attention. Hannah shivered in excitement as she ran over and sat in the chair. It fit her perfectly and she would have felt relaxed if she wasn't about to get her own fully-functioning horse cock. Her heart was pounding, her pussy was so wet and hot that she felt like fidgeting, and her nipples were very hard. "Let's get started." Alexi stood on the opposite side of the table so shi could look down at Hannah or out at the crowd. The cameras followed hir. "What color or colors did you want your horse cock, balls and sheath to be?" "All dark brownish black like my other naughty bits." Hannah looked at the three spheres with orange lenses all over them. That was probably what was going to make hir dreams come true. "How long would you like to be?" Alexi smiled. "Thirteen inches long and two and a half inches in diameter. Just like my favorite toy." Hannah smirked when the crowd cheered. "You've obviously thought about this before." Shi chuckled. "How about your balls?" "In proportion to my cock? Pretty big, but manageable. And a big productive prostate to go with them. I want to produce lots of cum and pre so I can make nice big messes!" "Do you want it to just be constructed from the bottom up or do you want to feel it grow as if you were transforming?" Alexi groped Hannah's breast. The unexpected pleasure caused Hannah to moan aloud before saying, "Transforming. Much hotter that way." "Shexala, you now have the color and other parameters, initiate the procedure." "Confirmed, I have all required parameters. Initiating." The arm with the three spheres moved to about two feet above Hannah's crotch. Orange beams appeared from the three spheres out of at least five of the lenses. Hannah felt a strong tingling in her crotch and an electric crackle up her spine just as a sheath started to form. It felt like her crotch was asleep. It was an annoying dull tingling. The spheres moved up her body creating tingles all the way up her spine as they went. Now her sheath felt like tender fuzzy folds of skin. The spheres moved back down to her crotch and balls started to form. She could feel them stretching her skin into a ball sac. Whatever the beams did to her nervous system made her able to feel like these additions were just growing out of her body; indistinguishable from the rest of her flesh. She looked at the crowd. Even more of them were naked now and there was a man train somewhere near the middle. Their eyes were fixed on the large zoomed-in holographic display of her crotch. Her balls got bigger and bigger and the pleasure caused pressure in her sheath. She moaned and bucked her hips. Soon the head of her new cock started poking out. The beams aimed at her cock. She gasped as she watched it extend from the sheath and grow. The throbbing sensation of pressure building and then releasing within her prick as it grew caused her to gasp and grab her breasts. She watched the flat head get wider and wider; she felt the cool air move around her shaft, which felt tender and vulnerable as it grew. She felt the flesh of her sheath stretch as the girth increased. She forced herself not to buck her hips when it suddenly started pushing through her sheath, getting much longer. The mere sight of her horse member growing was nearly enough to send her over the edge, but the sensations that came along with it... Those were astonishing. An orgasm hit her just as it reached its full size. The orgasm was so hard and fast, it was like an electric shock. She let out a hyena laugh and squirmed in the chair only to have nothing come out. She had cum before the plumbing had been installed! The orgasm couldn't reach its full potential. The moment she was calm again, the beams lingered on her balls for a few seconds, making them grow to nice hefty proportions that matched her amazing new manly pole. "AAAH!" They felt so big and the growing process felt like a deep massage that was touching places no hand could reach. Then the beams went deep into her crotch. She could feel some warmth as they traveled across her balls again. Then they focused under the base of her cock and followed it all the way up to the tip. The spheres moved away as a bead of pre formed.  Hannah looked at the flat head of her cock, the veins, the unique folds of flesh, the little nubs around the head, and the medial ring. When she had cum, it had flared a bit, but the flare was now returning to its normal size. "If you don't touch it, I will," Alexi said. Hannah giggled. The fact that her cock was real hadn't fully dawned on her yet. She reached down with a shaky hand and poked the head. "AAH!" She could feel its hard but rubbery texture. Much like the flesh of her clit or nipples when they were at the height of arousal. Many of the crowd members became transfixed as they saw her touch her horse endowment for the first time. Just that little bit of prodding caused the bead of pre at her tip to get bigger. She got some of the pre on the end of her finger and then tasted it. The mixture of salty, sweet, and slight cantaloupe undertones was delightful! She rubbed the wonderfully sensitive head of her prick slathering her paw-padded index finger in her own pre while moaning and thrusting lightly. Then she put her finger in her mouth and sucked it clean. More pre came out and she got some on her paw pads before running her hands from the base of her shaft to the top. The whole way, she yipped and moaned, feeling the skin on the outside get pulled tighter against the harder flesh under it. Then she worked her hands all the way down as even more pre came from the end. The flesh of her new member was so hot and it was throbbing with her heartbeat. She needed-- Alexi's tongue interrupted her thoughts with immense pleasure. Right as Hannah tried to figure out the situation, Alexi took the end of her cock into hir mouth. The warm passage felt amazing, like all of Hannah's body had suddenly been dipped in warm water. Alexi's tongue was a muscular ribbon of flesh that was smoother in one direction than the other. Alexi used hir lips to protect Hannah's shaft from hir teeth, but Hannah found she loved the adrenaline rush she got from having those teeth threaten to poke at her shaft. Hannah instinctively grabbed Alexi's head when shi swallowed some of Hannah's pre. Hannah felt like she was in free fall when Alexi bobbed hir head. Hannah growled and bucked before moaning when Alexi let her shaft enter hir throat. Hannah couldn't catch her breath, couldn't breathe, couldn't move while Alexi took inch after inch of her shaft into hir maw. When Alexi's snout was touching Hannah's crotch, she was finally able to catch her breath. Then she lost it again when Alexi pulled slowly off of her shaft. She bit her lip, not wanting to cum knowing that she was about to fuck Alexi properly. The crowd got multiple camera angles of Hannah and Alexi's naughty show, including a nice close-up. Five herms were now in a moaning conga line. Two foxes, a buff dragon, a skinny dolphin, and the hippogryph that had fucked Hannah earlier. The chain of men consisted of a slightly chubby wolf, a bunny with wide hips, and a lightly-toned blue lizard. Capping them off was a buff doberman cuntboy. A female panther with a very gropable ass was fingering a female cougar who was licking out a rather busty gazelle. Then there were the couples, the furs masturbating, the furs giving blow jobs, the furs showing off that they could suck themselves and the ones that were watching with their clothes on looking like they desperately needed to find some sexy relief. Some members of the crowd seemed more curious than turned on, but they were in the minority. Hannah was far too horny to count how many furs were there, but there had to be more than before. A male Clydesdale unbuttoned his pants while looking in Hannah's eyes. Then he pulled out a massive erection that put hers to shame and started stroking it. He smirked at her and sampled some of his own pre. He had to be eight feet tall. He wasn't in the front row, but he looked closer just because of his size. Alexi said, "Now for the main event. Shexala, I need footrests that will allow me to straddle the patient." Two footstep-shaped pieces of metal rose out of the floor on either side of Hannah's pelvis. She looked at one of them, seeing the metal form into the perfect size and shape for Alexi's feet. Hannah looked up when she saw Alexi put a foot in each of them. Alexi lifted hir balls showing Hannah and the camera just how wet shi was. Then time slowed for Hannah as she watched Alexi lower hir throbbing snatch toward her proud virgin erection. When Alexi's pussy lips were just about to touch Hannah's cock, Hannah yipped in excitement. When Alexi's plump wet pussy started rubbing against Hannah's broad cock head, Hannah groaned and grabbed her breasts. It felt like a pair of very supple warm slick lips were kissing and caressing her cock. Hannah got lost in the sensation, pulling at her own nipples before something amazing happened. Hannah felt weight on the head of her phallus and then immense pleasure as Alexi's flesh stretched to fit around her. The only thing that stopped Hannah from cumming was the intense feeling of tightness. The moment Hannah stopped squirming, Alexi started taking more and more inside hir. Hannah gasped and thrust hir hips as Alexi relaxed hir vaginal muscles and let inch after inch disappear into hir hot needy hole. Hannah shut her eyes and bit her lip, grunting and trying not to thrust her hips too hard. "Don't be shy, giddyup!" Alexi slapped Hannah's thigh. The members of the crowd that weren't too busy moaning, laughed. Hannah looked down as Alexi's crotch met hers. She could feel Alexi's balls rubbing her tummy and Alexi's stretched entrance rubbing the base of her girthy horse prick. Not one inch of her shaft was virgin at this point and she felt one with Alexi in a way that was quite different from when Alexi was inside her. This time, it was Alexi's walls that were around her erection. This time, she could do the fucking. She moved her hips and Alexi gasped. Then Alexi's walls tightened around her and she winced as pleasure mixed with pain--her length was so new and tender that Alexi's strong and seasoned snatch was intimidating. Alexi said, "Do you want to cum soon or do you want to cum big?" "Big!" Hannah said as she got more used to the tightness. Alexi moved up her shaft and then back down. The wet smacking sound they were making was beautiful. Hannah glanced at the orgy on the other side of the glass. Robots were cleaning up the mess with ease, leaving the crowd able to fuck each other with abandon. Hannah had thought Alexi would just go slow and draw things out, but instead, shi was starting to go up and down so much and so fast, that Hannah was feeling a burning in the base of her shaft. Hannah moaned and yipped and gasped. Then Alexi put hir hands on Hannah's breasts and dug hir fingers into their supple flesh. The sensation of having her breasts fondled while her cock was buried in this hot dragon herm reinforced Hannah's new image of hirself. She felt even sexier! Then she felt an odd sensation as her member spasmed inside Alexi. That feeling bloomed into an orgasm of a flavor different than any she had experienced; she felt her whole cock move trying to expel her seed. Alexi slammed down and tightened hir pussy so much that Hannah's shaft could not deliver its goods. The feeling drove her wild and she did a very loud hyena laugh, thrashing on the chair. After Hannah's penis gave up, Alexi stopped squeezing and started riding again. Alexi's moans got louder and louder. Hannah started playing with Alexi's prehensile phallus, which drove hir wild. The feeling of Alexi's member moving within her paw-padded hand turned Hannah on even more. Then Alexi let go of Hannah's breasts and leaned back, changing the angle of penetration. "Move those hips Hannah! They'll think you're just along for the ride otherwise." The crowd was far too busy fucking each other to react to Alexi's remark. Hannah gripped Alexi's erection harder and started bucking her hips so hard she grunted each time. Her muscles were starting to ache from exertion, but she gritted her teeth and pushed through the pain. Alexi's pussy was slamming against her crotch now.  The burning at the base of her shaft was much stronger than last time. Hannah felt her cock get even stiffer. "OH MY!" Alexi reached back and fondled Hannah's balls, practically screaming from the hard thrusts. As Alexi fondled her balls, Hannah bit her lip trying to hang on, hoping that she could keep feeling Alexi's muscular walls stretch around her just a bit longer. That hope died when Alexi started grinding at the bottom of a few thrusts. Hannah could feel Alexi's insides shift around due to the sheer size of her erection. "Alexi! I'm-Haaah!" An almost painful pulsing went from Hannah's balls, underneath her shaft, and all the way to the tip. She tried to keep stroking Alexi's cock as she grabbed onto the chair with her other hand. Her back arched as Alexi slammed hirself down, getting Hannah as deep as shi could. Hannah did a hyena laugh at the top of her lungs as a sharp almost-overwhelming pleasure hit every corner of her body at once. Her penis spasmed powerfully, shooting hot loads of her seed deep into Alexi. Then Hannah felt another spike of orgasm as Alexi wrapped hir tail around Hannah's leg and cried out "MAA AAAAH! OOOH!" Alexi's pussy was milking her shaft for everything it was worth. It felt amazing! As this new type of pleasure reached heights her mind couldn't even comprehend, she felt tingling in her extremities. She growled and yelped, filling Alexi even more as her flare locked them together. Alexi's cock writhed as cum flooded out of it, getting spooge all over Hannah's front. It took over a minute for the amazing sensation of filling Alexi to die down. A few seconds after Hannah's orgasm ended, Alexi fell onto her gasping for air. Hannah was still hard enough that Alexi's change in position caused both of them to moan. Alexi caught hir breath within a few seconds and said, "Hope you all enjoyed the show." The crowd cheered. "Hannah, we're going to stay in touch." Alexi licked at Hannah's chin. "Oh yes... Thank you so much!" Hannah hugged hir. "It was my pleasure... Quite literally." Alexi hugged Hannah back smooshing their breasts together. Some members of the crowd groaned while others chuckled at Alexi's overused joke. They lay there in no hurry to move as Hannah experimented with controlling her flare. For now, she'd keep them locked together. Alexi's pussy still felt like a perfect fit. Maybe she would actually go see some of the talks at this convention. Maybe she wouldn't be horny for the rest of the day. Hannah nuzzled Alexi's snout. Or she could just wait until they were both ready to go again... THE END Go have a look at my Patreon where you can vote on stuff I create and read hundreds of pages more stories as well as see art I commission to go with them. www.patreon.com/zmeydros

Chapter 7 - Relaxing

Solar lands on the balcony and makes sure no one sees him. He enters the door before taking his mask off. Taking the rest of his suit off and changing his prosthetic leg to his day to day one. A bit sore he grabs a towel and heads toward the bathroom with a bath.  Dario walks past a room and stops. He walks back and sees Sayuri. She sat on the bed in a way that showed off her body a bit. Blushing a bit, Dario steps away then looks back. This time Sayuri held her shirt up a bit showing her boobs off. Unsure of what to say he walks away then back. He couldn’t help but chuckle as Sayuri was struggling to take her bra off.  “Need some help?” Dario asked.  “Only if you help me with the rest.” Sayuri says. Her arms behind her back as she struggles.  “Well, I guess I don’t need this.” Dario drops his towel and enters the room. He kisses Sayuri's lips softly. She wraps her arms around him and pulls her close. Dario’s hands wandered behind her back and helped take her bra off. Kissing her lips gently as they start.  Once her bra was off, Sayuri threw it off to the side. She takes his hand and puts it up her skirt. Knowing what she wanted, he gently rubs her thighs. Going up her body a little as they kiss.  “What were you planning on doing once you caught my attention?” Dario smiles.  “I’m not sure, I guess I’ll let you decide.” Sayuri takes his hands and places them on her boobs. He gently plays with them and thinks.  “Well, I was going to get in the bath. Want to join me?” Dario asked. “I would love to.”  He picks her up and kisses her cheek. Sayuri smiles as they go into the bathroom. Getting the water ready and very warm. Sayuri gets in first as she enjoys the warm water. After Dario gets undressed, he looks over and smiles. Sayuri looked relaxed and happy as she soaked in the warm water. Not wanting to ruin the relaxing mood she was in, Dario gets it with her. He takes her hand and kisses it.  “Can we just relax for now?” He asked.  “Yeah, that sounds amazing.” She smiles and relaxes against him. He kisses her hand more.  “I love you.”  “I love you too.”

Chapter 1 - Three demigoddess in the wild

[ltr]Three young women stood in an unfamiliar jungle.   The first one is a curly-haired blond with storm grey eyes. She stood at around 5 feet 7 inches (170 cm) tall with her sneakers, making her the tallest of the trio. She wore an orange t-shirt with the logo of camp half-blood that sticked to her athletic figure from the sweat and showed off her generous D sized cups pressing against her bra. She wore short shorts as well that allowed her movability as well showed off her perfect tanned legs. With a beautiful face that girls would kill for, she was none other than Annabeth chase, daughter of Athena.   The second one was a gorgeous young Cherokee beauty. At the height of 5 feet 5 inches (165 cm) tall she was the shortest of the group, but definitely not the least defined. Sporting amazing E cup breasts, Piper McLean, who was dressed the same way as her good friend Annabeth, suffered the same. Unlike Annabeth, however, her large breasts forced her shirt to climb and expose her bellybutton. With an eagle feather tied in her hair and kaleidoscopic eyes, she was the very image of the perfect daughter of Aphrodite.   The last, but definitely not least, was the youngest of the trio. Standing at 5 feet 6 inches (168 cm) tall and sporting a D cup, she had a dark espresso-colored hair framed her face in loose waves with seemingly flickers of gold within. Unlike the rest of the girls, she wore a purple shirt and had a jacket tied on her well-defined hips. The Afro-American girl’s main feature was her gold-colored eyes that particularly shone against her dark colored skin. She was the one and only Hazel Levesque, daughter of Pluto.   The three demigoddesses were ready to admit that they were lost. It started when they had a girl's night out after celebrating Hazel’s eighteenth birthday. In the middle of their night, they were attacked by a large group of monsters and were forced to retreat. During their fight a sorcerer cast a spell and the next thing they knew, they were standing in the middle of an unknown jungle.   Annabeth, the first to act, opened her monster proofed smartphone and tried to get reception. Unfortunately, she had no luck.   "Damn, no signal. Any luck on your side, girls?"   "Wait, let me try something." The daughter of Pluto said as she tried to IM any of the camps. Unfortunately, just like Annabeth, Hazel's attempt fell short as the drachma she threw passed through the rainbow she created. "No IM as well."   "So." Piper asked. "What's now?"   "We go in one direction." Annabeth, ever the leader, decided. "We are bound to cross a river or something that will lead us to civilization at some point. We're lucky that wherever we are is still at daytime instead of night like home, we need to move as fast as possible and reach either a village or find some shelter."   And so they did. For the next few hours, the girls tracked across the jungle, sweaty and tired without sleep. As the sun began to set, they found a cave next to a river. Deciding that they had walked enough for today, and reaching both a river and a shelter, they made camp. Piper caught some fish as Hazel and Annabeth made a fire. An hour later, they were well fed and prepared to sleep.   When night fell, the girls discovered another horrible truth. Annabeth, who looked up at the stars, discovered that she didn’t recognize any of them.   "Maybe it’s because we’re in a new place?” Piper offered an explanation after Annabeth voiced her concerns.   "No.” Annabeth shook her head somberly. “Even so, I would have recognized at least some. We may be on a different time or a different world altogether.”   "So what should we do?” Hazel asked with concern.   "We push on and continue the original plan.” Annabeth decisively said. “For now, let’s get as much rest as possible.”   With the fire guarding the only entrance to the cave, the girls allowed themselves to get a full night's sleep. Just in case, Hazel created a spell through the mist to warn them of anyone who may step close. And so, all three went to sleep after saying good night to each other.   __________ Reality, however, will see it that the night is anything but safe.   As the moon cast its silvery glow upon the dense canopy of the rainforest, Annabeth, Piper, and Hazel lay nestled within their makeshift campsite, the flickering flames of their dwindling fire casting dancing shadows across the foliage.   In the stillness of the night, a faint buzzing sound echoed through the humid air, barely audible above the chorus of the jungle. Unbeknownst to the girls, a lone bug hovered on delicate wings above their campsite. As it flew, it had a singular purpose.   It flew above the fire and bypassed Hazel’s spell completely, as both defenses were designed against walking threats of considerable mass. The small flying insect made a loop in the air, as if mocking the failed protections.   With a sudden darting movement, the bug descended upon the unsuspecting trio like a sperm cell upon a defenseless egg. It reached Annabeth first, landing right on top of the middle of her womb. It moved its limbs a little to pet, appreciating the soft skin of its target before doing the deed.   Its slender proboscis extended like a needle seeking its mark. In a swift and silent motion, it pierced Annabeth’s skin and stopped a touching distance from breaking through the walls of the womb. Then, it started injecting its potent magical venom.   Annabeth moaned momentarily as the infected spot shimmered dimly and beat. After a minute, the light dimmed and the beating stopped and the bug, finished with the current target, moved to the next one.   This one was similar in color to the native human. Landing on the same spot as the previous target, the bug once again enjoyed feeling off the soft and mushy skin before injecting its needle like proboscis and like before injecting its venom to the womb.   Unlike the one before her, however, this one’s womb felt different. Her body made no resistance as the insect pushed the needle inside, it was actually assisting. Like the body itself understood its purpose to breed and assisted the foreign invader. The bug made sure to give this one special attention as it released the venom, it was a minute more of moaning before the infected spot stopped beating.   Flying towards the last one, a dark-skinned female, the bug got into position. By patting the skin, it felt the magic in the young women, magic that will fight against it. preparing itself, the bug injected the needle and as expected, the body fought back. It was like drilling in rock. Luckily, the girl was deep enough in sleep so her magic couldn't wake her up.   After hard work, the bug finally breached the defenses and hit the gold. The womb behind the rock-hard defenses was fertile ground for the venom. The girl moaned like the two before her as the bug injected its venom and caused the spot to swell. After it finished, it gave a slap in the infected spot both for a job well done and for the annoyance this girl was.   As the bug withdrew, leaving behind tiny droplets of shimmering liquid that would evaporate long before any of the girls would wake, it looked at its work. Each girl was injected and received its venom and the only clue that will be left in a mosquito like bite, hardly something unusual in the jungle. At best, they may scratch it, quickening the venom’s work.   It also noticed that each girl had a wet damp between their legs, another sign that the venom integrated itself successfully in their bodies. Doing another victory loop in the air, the bug flew away. Its belly bloated from all the blood it collected from the demigoddesses.   As it left, deep within the womb of each girl, a subtle transformation began to unfold. The magical essence of the bug’s venom started to produce microscopic ethereal threads that began spreading slowly.   __________ Annabeth woke up the day after at the crack of dawn, she held her arms up as she stretched her athletic body. Looking around her, she was disappointed to discover that the events of the last day weren’t a dream.   Feeling an itch in her lower belly, Annabeth scratched it a little only to discover a mosquito bite. With an annoyed sigh, she hoped that the itch would go away naturally sooner rather than later. Another inspection downstairs revealed that her panties were completely drenched. With a blush, Annabeth remembered some parts of her dreams last night.   Shaking her head, she instead focused on waking up her friends.   “Come on girls, rise and shine!”   With a groan, the other girls got up as well. They did not appreciate the early rise. "Come on Annie, can’t you let us have another five minutes?” Piper complained in a tired voice, the beauty queen apparently needing her beauty sleep.   "The more daylight we waste, the less progress we make toward civilization and home.” The daughter of Athena replied. “Now get up and prepare yourselves, we have a long day.” After a few minutes, the girls were already outside of the cave and started hiking downstream. Unknown to each other, because they had only one set of clothes, and because each girl had a dump pantie from the night before they had nothing to change to. Therefore, each girl decided to wear the used pantie until they were able get new ones.   As they walked, Annabeth noticed that her friends were scratching themselves as well. "Mosquitos bit you too?’ She asked.   “Yeah… hopefully we can get a bug repellent once we reach somewhere.” Piper said as she gently caresses her lower belly. It was to scratch the bite mark without expending it, but it looked like she was caressing her stomach like there is a growing baby in there. "Argh… it won’t stop!” Hazel, on the other hand, scratched furiously at her lower belly. “I swear, if I get my hands on that damn bug…”   "You know it will only grow worse if you continue scratching it, right?” Annabeth said, the conversation reminded her very much about her own itching bug bite.   Hazel groaned but lessened her scratching.   They continued their walk until they saw a group of men near the lake. The men were obviously natives and were dressed alike with a leaf made skirt and tribal marks on the face and skin. Some had spears while others had bows, but besides that they had nothing else. And by nothing else, Annabeth meant nothing else. The men didn't wear any shirt or pants, or even shoes. It exposed their well-defined bodies, a result of constant struggle in a hostile environment, that Annabeth couldn't help but appreciate.   "What should we do?" Hazel asked. "Should we ask for directions or…"   "I think we should talk to them." Piper said. "We aren't moving anywhere like this, and we'll have to make human contact at some point. Even if they are hostile, I'm sure that between the three of us we can take them on. Besides, my gut tells me that they're friendly."   Annabeth was conflicted. On one hand, Piper was right in the sense that they needed directions. But there were so many risks and unknowns. Usually in situations like this Annabeth trusted her gut feelings, but this time she got mixed messages. One feeling told her that they should keep away from the men and turn to the other direction, but another insisted that they should interact with the men. With a sigh, she made her decision.   "Alright, we'll have a chat." She finely said. "Piper, you are our best negotiator. What's more, you have the best chance of understanding them in case they can't speak English. Ask them for directions, as well as where the Hades are we."   "Sure thing, Annie~" Piper said with a smile.   __________   The first thing Piper thought when she saw the men was that they were HUNKS with capital letters. And as a daughter of Aphrodite, she knew what she was talking about. All of them had lean waists and wide shoulders without any fat. Their hard abs and big biceps were clear to see, and Piper couldn't help but appreciate the view. And they were tall, as in six feet plus tall.   As the girls neared, Piper could smell the strong manly scent of the guys. She couldn't help but shiver a little as she felt that her pussy drenching her already wet panties even more. She privately cursed her mother's nature that was surly the cause for her current embarrassment.   "Hello" She said with a smile as she greeted the natives. "Can you help a girl out?   "Pretty woman." The native who was most likely the leader of the group said. The suddenness and honesty of the reply caught Piper by surprise as she blushed a little.   "Can you direct us to the nearest city?" She asked.   "Lost?" He asked as she nodded in answer. "Me know only village. Me can take pretty women there, ask chief or old shaman. Two know most."   "Thank you, I hope we're not a bother." Piper said diplomatically.   "No bother." He said. "Guest."   "By the way, my name is Piper. Those two are my friends Annabeth and Hazel." Piper introduced herself and her companions.   The leader introduced himself as Akash and his friends as Dev, Hari, Jayesh, and Nikhil.   "Us take you to village now." Akash said. "Get there before dark. Outside dangerous."   "Thanks again."   The group started their track to the unknown village. Piper was walking next to Akish at the front as Annabeth and Hazel were behind them. Dev and Hari were from both sides, acting as a shield in case of any surprises, and Jayesh and Nikhil were at the back, carrying an animal the group hunted before. To pass time, Piper made small talk with the guy next to her.   "You're a hunter, right? What do you usually hunt?" Piper herself was a vegetarian, but for diplomacies sake she wasn’t going to explain her views.   "Me and men hunt big mice. Big snakes also if can."   "Do you have many visitors?" Annabeth asked.   "No, you pretty women first I see."   "Really?" Annabeth asked with concern. "What about other tribes?"   "Me only know my tribe, no others. Chief or shaman know more."   The girls looked at each other with concern, that didn't bound well for them at all.   "Then I guess we'll have to just ask them ourselves." Annabeth concluded.   The group continued the journey. After another few hours of walking, the group reached an obstacle. There was a waterfall of around a hundred feet that they needed to cross, but Piper didn't see any road down from the cliff. The natives went to one side of the cliff and the girls had no choice but to follow.   "So how are we going to get down?" Hazel asked.   "We use vines." Akash said as he held a strong looking vine in his hand. The other men found their relative vines as well. "Can pretty women come closer?"   The girls did so. Before Piper could register what happened, Akash grabbed her by her butt and jumped down the cliff. Piper yelped as she held him tight, arms around his strong neck and body pressed against his muscular chest. She felt as he carried her bridal style as the wind blew past them, his hand feeling up her butt cheek in the process.   Then, it was over. They were on the ground, Piper still being held by the strong man. They were like that for a second or two before Annabeth's voice was heard.   "Ahm! You can put us down now!"   Akash had put her down, and Piper couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed. A look at her blushing friends told her that they too had the same treatment she had.   "Okay, what was that about?!" Annabeth demanded an explanation.    "Needed to go down vines. Was most quick, not know how women react." Akash answered.   "Never do it again." Annabeth said in finality. "And warn us next time you think of pulling something similar."   With a nod, their guide led them to the village. And soon enough, they were at its gate. While they passed through, Piper noticed that all the men were just as hunk as the hunting party, much to her mild delight. She once again felt her lower mouth drooling. __________   Even as the girls were led through the village, Hazel couldn't stop thinking about the damned bite. The thing was just so annoying! No matter what she tried, the reflex to scratch the area just wouldn't leave her. She barely noticed the village around her that was filled with, admittingly attractive, men.   They of course got more than a few stares and curious glances. But overall, there was no angry mob with pitchforks or anything like that, so in her book it was a win. The group was nearing a tent that was bigger than the others, most likely the one where the chief is.   "Where are all the women and children?" Annabeth suddenly asked. "We hadn't seen them yet."   "Only men. Gift with price" The man next to Annabeth answered. "Can ask Chief when meeting. Explain better."   With those defiantly not ominous words, the girls entered the cabin of the chief and saw the man in charge for the first time. Hazel had to give it to him, he was the very image of what someone may think about what a chieftain should look like. Like the rest of the tribe, the chief was dressed in only a skirt made of vegetation, but in addition he had headwear made of colorful leaves and feathers.   He also had a massive build. The natives before were impressive with their muscles, but the chief took it even a step farther. He was a head taller than the median height of the rest of the men, and had even larger and more defined muscle. Even sitting on the floor, Hazel could definitely see the rock-hard abs.   "Greetings. Me Talaq, chief of tribe.” The chief introduced himself.   "Annabeth.” Her friend introduced herself. “And those are Piper and Hazel. We got lost here and are trying to find a way home. We hoped that you may help us, or at least shed some light on what’s happening.”   "How got here?”   And Annabeth began retelling the chain of events that got them here. She told a little exposition about their world as well, mainly about the gods and monsters and how they affect the demigod’s life.   "Me see.” The chief nodded, deep in thought. “Us too have own God, Zeruna. Noticed only men, right?”   The girls nodded.   "Gift and curse. Us needed strength, strength given at a price. Warriors grew stronger, killed only in battle, others didn’t. Women gave only sons, soon after only warriors left.”   Hazel couldn’t help but feel sorry for them. It was a tragedy that was a common trope for her and the others, a god playing a sick joke on people praying for them fitted very well to Hazel’s expectations. She wanted to help them in any small way she could, there was a gut feeling inside her that pressed her to help.   “Are there any other settlements we could go to figure out how to get home?” Annabeth asked.   "No. Only settlement is here, no other.”   The answer shocked the girls.   “We make you tents, one for each. Will tell shaman to help, knowing much magic, best possible lead.”   "Thank you again for your help.” Annabeth said before turning to Hazel. “Hazel, you’re the best of us where it comes to magic, think you can help things along?”   "Yes.” Hazel nodded in agreement.   "Good, calling for shaman now.”   After a few minutes, the shaman arrived. And Hazel couldn’t help but notice that he was different from the rest. While the other where total hunks that were very nice to the eye, the shaman was an old man with grey hair and full of wrinkles and warts.   He was dressed in the same fashion as the rest of the tribe, which exposed his old body, but had headwear of feathers that was more modest than the chief’s. He also held a staff with a skull of a bird of some kind as the head.   All in all, he was extremely unattractive, and she actually looked down when she made eye contact. It was probably for the best, Hazel thought, if they were going to work together for the unforeseeable future. The less distractions the better.   Although she felt a tingling feeling in her lower belly when she saw him, weird. In any case, the chief accompanied the others to their tents while the shaman, who Hazel learned was called Asha, guided her to his hut where he did all the potions and experiments.   The hut itself was big, like the size of a big apartment. They went through a door of beads and got into an inner room where there were many bowls, powders and potions, the lab if Hazel had to guess.   Asha asked her to demonstrate how her powers work to get an understanding of how different their magic is and maybe get a clue on how to get them home, Hazel complied. She showed him how she uses the mist as well as her control over gems and precious metals. She explained how she did each thing, as well as the difference between doing it now and doing it at home.   They concluded that indeed as Annabeth said, they were in a different world altogether. Hazel felt her connection to the mist had weakened, or more precisely the power and influence of the mist itself had been weakened.   All the while, Hazel felt the infernal need to scratch the bug bite. When name asked about it, she explained that she got bitten at the night and that the need to scratch wouldn’t leave.   “Can see?” Asha asked “Bite can be dangerous. I have things to help.”   Thinking about it, Asha is the shaman. Undoubtedly, he treated many things like this, he was the closest thing they had to a doctor after all.   “Sure.”   "Need see bite.” He gestured to her.   "Ahh…” Hazel stopped for a moment embarrassed to show the bite that was in a rather private part of her to a male stranger. In the end, however, she opened the zipper in her shorts half the way to show the bite. Her face was blushing heavily.   "Me old, eyes not good. need closer look.” The old man said as he gestured her to sit on the corner of the table.   After a little thinking, Hazel complied. As she sat, she noticed that the corner forced her legs apart. She was basically showing skin and spreading legs to a man old enough to be her grandfather… on the mortal side… and if you count her physical age and not birth date. Gods, her life was strange.   She shuddered as she felt his leathery gruff digits examine the bite mark. She let a hiccup when the shaman grabbed the small fat of her lower belly, that annoying fat that stays no matter how hard you work out.   "Hmm… hard see with dark skin, need examine more close skin.” The old man told her, before adding. “With permission.”   After looking down, Hazel did have to agree that it was rather hard to see, so once again she complied. She opened the zipper completely and blushed even more when the shaman told her to hold the sides with her hands so that he could examine her freely.   "Need feel upper belly as well.” The shaman said as he lifted her shirt a little, about five fingers above the bellybutton, before the daughter of Pluto could protest.   Asha did a thorough work as he stabbed, pinched and examined her skin with his warty hands. If he didn’t keep a professional bearing all the time he touched her, Hazel would have suspected that the shaman had ulterior motives.   As it is, Hazel had to keep herself from making any embarrassing sounds as she felt a gruff digit stab the place where her ovary should be, and rubbed circles around it. The shaman also pinched the sides of her belly and slid his rough fingers across the muscles of her stomach upside down, causing her to shiver.   When she was about to call him to stop, he pulled his hands back.   "Me know bite, salve have in back. Stay as are.” He said before leaving.   For a few minutes Hazel stayed as she is, with her shirt lifted, her legs spread and her zipper open and exposing anything above the pussy. As she stayed there, she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. For some unexplained reason, however, she felt a feeling of longing in her lower belly.   Before she could put heads or tails, however, Asha came back with a bowl filled with salve of some kind. He put two fingers inside and then rubbed it directly on the bite mark. Hazel couldn’t hold back her moan as the rough digits and the salve connected with her skin.   It just felt so good. The salve finally silencing the annoyance of the bite and the longing she suddenly developed disappeared as well. Once she gathered her bearing, she blushed again as she apologized.   Asha simply chuckled and continued patting Hazel’s bug bite. “Feels good?” He asked.   "Y-ye ahmm…” Hazel once again moaned as the old wrinkly fingers brushed against her skin. “S-sorry, it was just very annoying.”   "No problem.” Asha said as he looked at her exposed belly again before retracting his hands. “Looks good. Stay this way, cool air helps.”   "Ok.” Hazel kept the two parts of the zipper apart. For some reason, she was really sad when the shaman stopped rubbing the salve. She guessed that the salve really helped. Having a minute or two of silence as the shaman went to store the salve away, she came to a decision.   "Hey, amm… Asha?” she asked, getting the old man’s attention. “The chief told us about your… situation.”   "Yes?” Asha raised an eyebrow.   "Well… I know magic, and have some experience with curses. Maybe I can help?” Hazel asked. “You’re helping us, so it’s only fair.”   The old man looked at her for a while, an unreadable expression on his wrinkled face. Finally, he spoke. “Be good, appreciate help. Come tomorrow, we start. Go now, have rest.”   With a smile, Hazel left to find her tent and sleep. Leaving with a good feeling. It was only when she left the cabin, that she felt a slight breeze in her lower stomach and remembered that she didn’t close her Zipper not pushed back her shirt down. Quickly fixing it with a blushing face, she continued her search for her tent.   __________   After seeing that the three women were in their tents, Talaq and Asha met at the chief's cabin alone. Even though the girls were in the tents far away and couldn't here them, Asha cast a privacy spell.   "The Girls all have been marked by Zeruna." The shaman said. "The seeds inside have taken root.   "Good." The chief replied. "They all will give birth to many healthy babies, you have chosen well old friend."   "Thank you, I live to serve." Asha smiled. "The black one, Hazel, offered herself to help us with the curse."   "The daughter of the god of death and wealth?"   "The one and the same." Asha confirmed. "Her body seems to fight the lord's seed harder than the others, perhaps as a result of her higher magical density or her parentage. I shall use this opportunity to undermine it."   "Do it." Talaq ordered. "The lord always appreciated challenge, seeding his life in the deepest fertile soils of the demigoddess of the underworld is an offering he would find delighting."   Asha nodded before asking. "And what about the rest?"   "Piper is basically made to be bred, it's literally in her blood." The taller man said. "I noticed how she looked at the men, all we need to do is to gently push her in the right direction so that she could see how much of a slut she is. I'll have her interact with the men as much as possible."   "Very well. I’ll see what I can do to make her drunk, she’ll be much more receptive when her true nature is revealed. Her ‘loyalty’ to her boyfriend will matter little then.” Asha scoffed at the idea that a fine slut like her would keep herself to only one man.   "And what about the blonde, Annabeth?” Asha questioned. “She’s obviously the brains of the group. Even with the seed influencing her, giving her the same treatment as Piper will only make her resist more. We may be forced to resort to dire measures.”   Talaq nodded in acknowledgement. “True, we must first break her pride and make her question herself, then she will let us in. However it must have no connection to us, less she suspect and leave while taking the others with her. I will ponder about it.”   The chief made then a sour face. “I just hope that the magic of their growing crests will take care of the language barrier sooner rather than later.”   "To be fair, we are from different world altogether.” Asha justified. “It was by our lord’s grace that I immediately found them, things would have been far harder otherwise.”   "Yes, good job on that one. You have chosen well, fine sows each of them.” The chief complemented. “And none is aware of the fact that you are this ‘strange sorcerer’. Masterfully done. And what of the bug you sent?”   "Thank you, and it is well. It now "Thank you, and it is well. It’s now in the process of cocooning itself after feasting on the blood of the demigoddesses. When it’s finished, I’ll have the black one ‘taking care’ of it as part of her mission to ‘free us’ from the curse."   The two laughed at the thought. They spent the night talking about all the possibilities they have. The girl’s journey had just begun. [/ltr] [ltr] AN So, this is my first H story, hope you liked it. While I do have a certain direction for the story, I'm always happy to here new ideas. So please write what you would like to see in the story. By the way, what shape the navel tattoo of each girl should be? What would you like to see in a truth or dare game between the girls and the natives?  [/ltr]

Chapter 11 - Thigh Highs

“Dario?” Sayuri asked.  He had his back turned toward the door she entered. Looking over his shoulder he stops. She wore an oversized sweater and black thigh high socks. The sweater went past her knees but didn’t block his view for the thigh high socks. He blushes a little seeing her.  “What’s this for?”  “Just wanting to see your reaction.” She giggles.  “It definitely got a reaction out of me.” He nubs the back of his neck and chuckles nervously,” You look amazing.”  “Thank you.” She smiles,” Want to see something else?”  “What did you have in mind?”  Sayuri grabs the end of the sweater and pulls it up to give him a sneak peak of what she had on. Underneath the big sweater was a garter belt that held the socks up. Along with a new g-string Dario hadn’t seen before. His face went really red from blushing.  “Oh I wasn’t expecting that….” Dario adds,” Is there more?”  “Maybe you’ll just have to come over here and find out.” Sayuri puts her shirt down and teases him. Dario stands and walks over to her. Sayuri takes his hands and pulls him close. Gently kissing her lips, Dario’s hands wander down her body. Pulling the sweater up a little to see what she was hiding. Taking a peek, Dario could see she also had a new bralette. Wanting to see it more, Dario takes her sweater off.  Sayuri helps as he undresses her. Her scales were caughting the bright lights in the room. Making her shine and have a goddess-like glow. Dario kisses her neck and goes down slowly. Wrapping her arms around him to keep Dario close. Playing with his hair and enjoying his pleasure.  “Do you want to go all the way today?” Sayuri whispered.  “I’m guessing you want to, based on the way you dressed and stuff.” Dario kisses her more. “Maybe a little~” She giggles. Her hands go down his body and smiles. He smirks knowing this was her plan from the start but didn’t mind. Too far into it now, Dario picks her up and brings her into their room. Setting her down on the bed. Sayuri giggles as she knows his idea for her.  “Are you going to finish me off?” She asked softly. “Yes, so get ready.” Dario smirks as he sat her down.  Sayuri blushes and prepares herself. It had been a while since he showed this much dominance. This got her very excited about what he had planned. Sayuri watched as Dario reached over to their small side table and opened the bottom drawer. Picking up a few things and setting them on the bed. Picking out two things, Sayuri got more excited. Next to her, Dario placed a ball gag and rope. Having an idea on what he was planning, Sayuri lays down and opens her legs. Putting her arms over her head. Dario smiles as he leans over her and kisses her lips deeply. Sayuri pulls him close and unbuttons his shirt and gazes at his body from time to time.  Taking this as her wanting more, Dario pulls his lips away. Taking her hands and tying them to the bed frame. Kissing down her arms to her chest. Sayuri wraps her legs around Dario’s waist, gently moving her body against him. Getting the idea, Dario smirks and unbuttons his pants. Pulling them down slightly to relive his dick. Already slightly hard, Dario starts rubbing it out. Watching, Sayuri wanted to help.  “Untie one of my hands please.” She asked.  Dario does and doesn’t regret it. She went right to go hard on rubbing him. Ways of enjoyment and pleasure went through his body. Taking the chance, Dario grabs the ball gag and puts it in Sayuri’s mouth. Enjoying it, she lays back and watches as Dario slides into her. Being gentle at first, Dario ties her hand back.  It didn’t take long for Dario to go harder, causing Sayuri to moan. Going as fast as he could, he cums inside her. Making Sayuri’s body go into an orgasm. Soon both of them were overwhelmed with lust for each other.  Slowing down, Dario takes a few deep breaths as they calm down. Untying Sayuri, they held onto each other tightly. Her body was shaking a bit overwhelmed with the lust and love.  “How are you feeling my love?” Dario asked.  “Amazing.” Her voice was slightly shaky,” I love you.”  “I love you too.” Dario kisses her cheek,” These were your best idea yet.”  He rubs her legs where the thigh highs were. Making Sayuri giggle and smile,” Should I wear them more often?” “Only if you want to.”

Chapter 5 - A Quick Time

Sayuri sits on the foot of the bed. She watches as Dario pulls her shorts and panties off. Sitting in front of her, he rubs her thighs and smirks. He gently opens her legs more and leans in. Dario begins to lick her. Sayuri leans back a bit and lets out a small breath. Smirking, Dario gently bites her as well. She pulls him close. Dario uses his fingers to open her area more. Gently putting his tongue in. Sayuri clenches a little. He takes one of her hands. She gently squeezes his hand letting out small noises.  "How are you enjoying it my love?" Dario asked.  "Very well." She smiles.  Dario pulls her closer and puts his tongue in deeper. Putting her legs on his shoulders and smiles. Sayuri moans lowly as he kisses her. Grabbing anything she could to help. Seeing her reaction, Dario goes deeper into her pussy. One of his hands went up her body.  “Dario~” Sayuri was out of breath already.  “Yes?” He looks up to see her bright red in the face.  “More please~”  He takes one of her hands and kisses it,” Should I get the toys?”  “Yes please.”  He stands and kisses her hand again,” I’ll be right back.”  “Don’t be long.”  Sayuri lays back and waits for him. Taking deep breaths as she waited for him to return. Once he returned with her favorite toys and set them next to her. Sayuri looks at him and smiles,” Which one are you going to use?”  Dario smirks as he plugs in the vibrating wand. Turning it up to level 5 right away and placing it on her. Right away, Sayuri moans loudly and her eyes cross. Dario leans in and kisses her lips passionately. She kisses him back and grabs his suit to bring him closer.  He turns the wand up and rubs it against her pussy. Slowly getting her wet and ready. Sayuri moans loudly and her back arches as they continue. Turning the wand up more to the max setting. With her pussy slowly getting soaked, Dario got himself ready.  “Do you want to hold the wand for a second?” Dario whispers.  “Can I hold your wand?” Sayuri flirts and giggles.  “You can in a second.” Dario kisses her cheek and pulls his pants off. Her eyes went right to his dick and wanted to have it inside her. He was slightly hard already. Taking one of her hands and putting it on him. Sayuri went right to rubbing him with no hesitation. Dario’s knees become weak as Sayuri goes all out on him.  Once ready, Dario could feel he was about to cum and Sayuri could as well. Dario gently puts his dick in her and starts to bound her. She moves with him as they go faster. Her pussy becomes filled with his cum as they go faster and harder. Letting out a loud moan as Sayuri climaxes and pulls him close. Dario holds her close as they slow down.   “How is my beautiful dragon?” Dario asked. “Amazing.” She nuzzles and takes deep breaths.  “Want to take a bath?”  “Yes please.”

Chapter 12 - A Birthday Suprise

Dario kisses her cheek and smiles," I have a surprise for the birthday girl."  “You didn’t have to.” She always became shy when it came to her birthday. Dario always spoiled her and it made her flustered.  “You know the tradition of birthday spankings?” Dario smirks. Sayuri became very red from blushing as she nodded. Knowing what he had in mind made her happy.  “Can I have them now?” She takes his hand and smiles.  “I can do that.” He kisses her hand,” Do you want the paddle or my hand?”  “Both please since I’m turning 24 it’ll be an even number.”  “I can do that.”  He takes her hand and kisses it. Sayuri giggled and was bright red from blushing. Pushing her hair out of her face and smiles.  “Are you ready?” He smiles and  Sayuri bends over Dario’s knee and pulls down her pants. She holds onto the bed sheets ready for her pleasure. Dario sets down a paddle next to him as he was going to start with his hand. Gently he rubs her ass before starting.  “How hard do you want me to start?” Dario asked.  “Do whatever you want. You know I’m going to enjoy it no matter what.” Sayuri looks over her shoulder at him. Dario warms his hand up with his powers. Starting off a bit soft but giving her a good smack.  Sayuri lets out a small sigh as she enjoys it. It didn't take long for her to get very turned on by it. Only getting to spanking 7 and Sayuri was already moaning. She held onto the sheets tightly. On the 8th spank, Dario takes a break as his hand was slightly tingling. Rubbing her back as they talk," You're enjoying this a lot."  "Is that a bad thing?" Sayuri giggles.  "No, I'm glad you're enjoying your gift."  Dario takes her hand and kisses it. She smiles and relaxes a little.  “Ready to continue? You have 17 to go.”  “I’m ready, if you are.”  She wiggles her ass a little to entice him. With a little giggle she looks over her shoulder at him with a big grin. He grins himself and leans into her ear.  “You’re a naughty girl, good thing I’m punishing you.” "You should punish me more."  With a big grin on his face Dario debated if he should go with the paddle or continue with his hand. He reaches over and takes the paddle. Putting it in his left hand, he gently puts it against her ass. Running it up slowly up her ass, sending a chill up her spine. She grabs his pant leg and pulls on it. Letting out a small sound as he does this.  Dario gently slaps her at first. Making her pull on his pants more and letting out a few sounds. Taking a few deep breaths in between spanking helped. With only a couple left, Sayuri looks over her shoulder one last time,” Could you go as hard as you can for the last two?”  “Are you sure?” Dario asked.  “Yes.”  "You can stop me anytime."  "Go ahead."  A little reluctant, Dario takes a deep breath. Taking the paddle, he holds it tightly. Before he gives her the last spankings, Dario kisses the back of her neck. He whispers," Happy birthday my love."  Putting a lot of his strength into the last two spankings, Sayuri couldn't handle it. She let's out a loud moan and holds onto Dario's leg. The pleasure goes through her body all at once.  "I love you." Sayuri says softly. She was a little weak from the pleasure. Dario holds her close and kisses her anywhere he could.  "I love you too."

Chapter 0 - Too Much Naga Porn

Jaden can’t get some porn he saw out of his mind. Any other day this wouldn’t be a problem, but today it’s the sort of thing that will transform his life forever. Too Much Naga Porn by Zmeydros (Edited by Tiliquain and Secretskunk) "Look! It's always-tardy Jay Jay! So glad we had the opportunity to wait for you." Gill had his scrawny arms draped over the railing of the boardwalk. A mishmash of magic and programmable LED lanterns ran through random parts of the spectrum making the boardwalk a tacky shade of psychedelic. I surveyed my friend's frowns while feeling like a screw-up. Brady was in his usual trench coat and black t-shirt. How he wore the thing in eighty degree weather was beyond me. Muriel's black curls were held back by a purple ribbon and her curvy body was hidden by an ill-fitting yellow blouse and baggy black shorts. Gill's flip-flops clashed with his death metal t-shirt and studded kilt, but if his boyfriend liked him that way, I wasn't going to complain. When Gill stood up and crossed his arms, I decided I'd been silent long enough. "I-uh forgot my--it doesn't matter. What are we doing?" Brady put put a long arm over my shoulder and pulled me against his side, "Yeah Gill, what are we doing?" As he let go of me, Gill said, "Have you noticed that we're the only juniors without augments?" Muriel glared at Gill as she pulled her spell-weaving knuckles out of her purse. "If I find out I skipped Magecraft 3601 for something that isn't, what did you call it? 'Highly urgent,' I'm going to throw you right into the surf." "But it is highl--AAAAHHH!" Gill went flying over the boardwalk's railing and into the ocean. Muriel let go of the magic threads she'd just pulled and made a show of brushing off her hands as if she'd just won a prize fight with a single punch. I shook my head. She was only slowing down whatever plans Gill had. She wasn't going to leave, none of us were. "I'll get him," I offered. Brady shrugged while Muriel just looked away. Pulling my hooked spell knuckles out of my back pockets, I pulled at the air stirring up the fabric of the magic around me. Purple light flashed out from the sharp points on the knuckles and I tossed the threads I gathered over toward Gill who was just getting to shore. Lifting him up, I spun him while wringing the water and salt out of his clothes and hair. I set him firmly down on the boardwalk. "Thanks, Jay Jay!" He bowed theatrically. "Ugh, Gill, Just spill the beans already. I don't want to have to fish you out again," I said. Muriel grabbed some magic with her spell knuckles and set her jaw while looking at Gill. Gill held up his hands, "Whoa, whoa! Come on, it's not like you're in danger of getting bad grades, Mu." "Don't call me Mu!" she snapped back. "Let me guess, we're gonna go get augments," Brady said in a disinterested monotone. Snapping his fingers, Gill said, "You got it! There's this place on the boardwalk that does good work. My boyfriend's sister works there and got us a discount." "But why did it have to be today?" I asked. "I asked her to call me when they were having a really slow day so we could all go in at the same time," Gill said. Muriel's arms fell to her sides. "That's actually...really thoughtful." "Yeah?" Gill's chest puffed with pride. "Yeah! I thought we'd be nervous and stuff going in alone," "So, what are you guys getting?" Brady asked. I pretended to be distracted by the pinks and oranges of the sunset. The less I said, the better. Muriel said, "I'm gonna get horse ears, they're cute and functional!" "I'm gonna get a prehensile lizard tail so I can hold onto railings," Gill said. We all laughed. Muriel said, "Seriously? You'd have to get all your pants modified." The moment she said it, I started thinking about having a scaly tail of my own while trying very hard to not think about the porn I'd been obsessed with for the last month. A tail that big was overkill! "Or I could just buy more kilts and only need special boxers. Like the ones I'm wearing today," Gill said. "Oh geez, you just had to say it." Muriel looked up at the sky shaking her head. "I see, nothin' like lettin' ocean breeze kiss your arse, is there?" Brady asked in an overdone Scottish accent. Gill blushed. "Soon you'll be lettin' your wee pecker dangle out in the open like a true Scotsman." "Stahp it!" Gill said blushing even deeper. Brady chuckled and then looked at me. "Listen to these two, a tail and a pair of ears? I thought we were the edgy students. I'm gonna tell them I'm going in for wolf ears, but the moment they turn the magic loom on, I'm gonna think about a nice thick horse cock." "You-you can't!" Muriel protested. "Why not? Sure, they'll charge me more, but they're not gonna stop me. They'd risk a lawsuit for messing up my junk. Plus, I wouldn't go so big I couldn't hide it." "No one's gonna think you're cool, dude. They're gonna think you're a huge pervert once word gets 'round," Gill said. "Nah, I'm gonna have a line of women waiting for their ticket to the Brady rodeo." "Eew." Muriel frowned. "You think women just want a big cock?" "No, I think they want horse cock. Think about all the fantasy dildos--" I lost track of their bickering as that stupid porn video finally made it past my defenses. The naga had looked so delighted to be stuffed with that horse augment's cock. I bit my lip. What would being covered in scales feel like? What about having a pussy? No, I had to think about something else. All I'd get is a a scaly tail...no, that would be too risky. What if my mind wandered? Brady tapped me on the shoulder. "Jaden? Hello? What are you gonna get?" "Uh, um, scaly, ears? Like, dragon ears?" I tried not to stammer too much. "You don't sound sure," Gill said. "You need more time to think?" "No. W-we should just go get our augments. It's getting late." More time to think was the last thing I needed. As we walked toward "Pickawick's Augmentation Parlor," Gill fiddled with his phone. A couple minutes later, he said, "Still can't believe you're going to try to trick them like that. They say they only do tails and ears on their website." "Yeah, whatever, places that advertise genital augmentation make you pay through the nose. I figure, if I'm gonna get a hefty discount, I gotta spend it on something that's actually expensive," Brady said. "Well, if you get into trouble or my boyfriend's sister get's angry, I'm go--" "Please stop. If he's that desperate to have a horse dong, we're not gonna talk him out of it," Muriel interjected. "Desperate!?" Brady protested. "And, we're here," Gill said looking at all of us in a way that suggested the conversation needed to be over. Pickawick's Augmentation Parlor was a big converted three-story shingle style house that was roughly square with a hexagonal turret on the corner with the main entrance. The shingles that covered the house were a mixture of brown and grey, like the scales of some old weathered wooden dragon. The wind had picked up and waves were crashing below the boardwalk as we stepped inside. "Hey Liz," Gill said to the woman behind a podium covered in the same shingles the outside of the house was made of. She had white lop rabbit ears with brown and black speckles. Her sharp-featured face looked up from the tablet she'd been staring at causing her ears to flop adorably. "Hey Gill!" She ran from behind the podium and gave him a hug. He hugged back and gave her a couple friendly slaps on the back before releasing her. "How's business?" he asked. "Slow now that the back to school rush is over," she said as she grabbed her tablet off of the podium. "Let's get started before the evening appointments start showing up." She handed the tablet to Gill. "Okay, so, each of you needs to select the type of augment you're getting and then put your credit card in the reader so we can get your payment details sorted." "Oh, so, we pay before we get the augment?" Muriel asked. Liz shook her head. "No, you won't be charged until after we know you're happy with it. This is just insurance against people who try to get more than what was quoted." Gill turned to glare at Brady. Brady shrugged and looked away. After Liz led Gill through all the forms and and boring official statements she had to make on the behalf of her employer, she took the tablet back and said, "Prehensile tails are the best, now, you're sure that you won't mind the learning curve on the fine motor control? You're probably going to break some vases in the first few weeks." "Hilbert said he'd help me keep an eye on it. We read your whole page on tail augments." "Good!" She handed the pad to Muriel and started going through everything with her. While they worked on filling out the forms, I imagined using a tail to reach under the couch to grab things that bounced under there, to open doors when my hands were full of groceries, and to help me fold sheets. Maybe I could trust myself? There were so many practical reasons to have one. It wasn't like I was gonna just go full naga. I started getting an erection just thinking about the word "naga." A couple deep breaths and listening to Liz repeat her little legal speech solved that problem. After I took the tablet from Liz and we went through all the preliminary legal stuff, I asked, "So, umm, what if my mind wanders while I'm getting changed and I start getting the wrong augment?" "Don't worry, we have a technician watching the whole process in case something goes wrong." She put her hand on my shoulder. "On top of that, if you pick whatever you want most, you should be fine." "Whatever I want most?" I asked. "Yep!" she said. "If it's what's going to jump into your mind anyway, why not get it as your first augment?" I stared at the tablet for a moment wondering if I could really trust myself. At first, I put in "dragon ears" to be safe, but she was right, I'd probably start thinking about a tail the moment the process started. "I think I want a prehensile tail, then," I said. "Go for it, Jay Jay, we'll be tail bros!" Gill beamed a smile at me. "Okay!" His excitement was infectious. I changed it to "scaly prehensile tail" and put my credit card in. It was almost five hundred dollars, I wouldn't be going out to eat, or buying video games, for a good while. I handed the tablet to Liz. Brady gave me a slap on the shoulder, "Good on you, man. I knew you didn't just want ears." Muriel scoffed. "Hey! There's nothing wrong with ears!" "Why not get a horse tail to go with them? Brady asked. "I've seen the anime horsegirls you scribble in your margins." "Fine! I will!" Muriel reached for the tablet. Liz tapped the tablet a couple times and handed it to her. "You sure you want one?" It was the first time I'd ever seen Muriel blush. She just nodded shyly and added in her tail as Liz looked at us like she was missing something. That's when I realized that she didn't know Brady was planning to get more than wolf ears. She was in for a big, unpleasant, surprise. I considered warning her, but Brady would have suspected me if I tried to talk to her alone. Plus, I wasn't here to clean up Brady's messes. My knees got weak as I thought about the sort of messes his horse cock would make. No, he probably wasn't going to get one. They'd stop the machine or something. Was it safe to just stop the machine? My thoughts were interrupted by Liz saying, "Okay, Gill, you go to room 101, Muriel's in 202, we've only got two technicians today, but we'll get to you two in a jiff." "Alright," I said taking a seat in the waiting room. Gill waved bye. "See you when I've got a tail!" "It's gonna be awesome!" I replied. Then I looked at Muriel, "I'm so excited for you!" She smiled and waved. It was cute to see her so shy and bubbly. The waiting room had an HDTV on the wall opposite us. Ads for boardwalk attractions were broken up by things Liz had already explained to us. To my right was a big open doorway that led to the rest of the augmentation parlor and to my left was Brady. Past him was the entrance. The walls were covered by rough grey wooden boards that looked like splinter factories. I unlocked my phone and started reading an article about how the incorporation of magic threads could make quantum computers even more feasible. Setting his phone on his knee, Brady said, "You've been really quiet today. Are you okay?" "I'm fine, just distracted is all," I shrugged hoping he'd drop it. "Something bad happen?" "No, no, nothing bad." He crossed his legs and caught his phone before it went tumbling to the floor. "Something good, then?" I blinked. I didn't have an answer to that. Trying to think quickly, I said "Just been watching--" my heart leapt in my chest, "--reading, I mean reading, interesting articles." "What kind?" With that, the herm naga was back in my head. I started sweating and couldn't meet Brady's eyes. "Just, you know, science and stuff." "Uh huh, so that's what we're calling porn now," Brady said. He'd known me too long. I should have kicked him out of my life years ago, when I wasn't so used to him that I forgot I had an option as to whether he was my friend. He was being a bad friend! If only he knew how much I needed him not to be himself right now. "That freaky, huh? You're going to have to send me a link." "S-sure," I said. From the jokes he liked to make, I knew his tastes were far tamer than mine. He'd stayed the same, I'd branched out. I leaned forward to hide my erection as I thought about being covered head to toe in scales with nice round breasts hanging from my chest. Sensing my discomfort, Brady started telling a story about how he accidentally cheated on a quiz in his computer science class. After sharing a few laughs, I was sitting up straight and starting to remember why I was his friend. Muriel walked into the room. When her new horse ears twitched, she made an "EE!" sound and then laughed. She started to say something, but she made the same sound again when her horse tail swished of it's own accord. She said, "Sorry, I'm still not used to, well, you know," she pointed at her auburn-furred ears and tail. Brady said, "Wooooaaaah! They look perfect!" I nodded. "Yeah! You look gorgeous." "I--EE!--am really happy with them," she said. It seemed her ears and tail had a mind of their own. It was adorable and she was smiling so much she was actually showing her teeth. Before that, I didn't know she could even do a smile with teeth. Brady asked, "Did they mod your pants for you?" She nodded. "Yep!" "Give us a little spin," Brady said. She stopped mid-twirl when Gill came into the room. His orange-scaled tail was curled around itself as he looked at it as if he was scared it was going to sneak up on him. "Good, it's behaving itself now. Geez!" He looked up at us. "You guys have to feel this thing, it's like the smoothest thing I've ever felt on top and kinda grippy on the bottom." When Muriel touched his tail, it bent up toward her hand and she said, "It feels like a python." Brady got out of his chair and grabbed Gill's tail about half-way down its three-foot length. "It feels strong." "They said it can support my weight," Gill said. He looked at me. "Come on, touch it. You're about to get one of these." So many feelings welled up in me that I felt numb as I went over to him, but the moment I felt his tail move under my hand, heat rushed to my crotch. My mind thought, "So this is what that naga's tail feels like." I focused my mind on holding my erection at bay. "This is amazing," I blurted out while my pants became tighter and tighter. I had to do something, I couldn't risk everyone seeing I was hard from just touching his tail. I said, "I better use the restroom before I get my augment," and then followed the signs down the hall and to the right. Thankfully, the two restrooms were just rooms and not rooms with stalls. I closed and locked the door. Dropping my pants and grabbing my shaft, I started stroking. I was so hard that it hurt, getting off was now a necessity. The whole time I pumped my fist over my throbbing length, I thought about that damn herm naga and the tactile sensation of Gill's tail. In under thirty seconds, I was leaning on the wall behind the bathroom toilet with one hand and aiming my cock into the bowl with the other while firing my spooge into the water. I had to breathe out with my moans avoid making noises that everyone in the parlor would hear. For a moment, I just stayed like that, an acute sense of relief washing over me. They'd start wondering if I took too long, so I flushed the toilet and strutted bowlegged to the sink so I could wash my hands and the head of my penis. After all that was done, I got back into my pants feeling refreshed. I figured I wasn't gonna think about porn for a good while after cumming that hard. Brady was gone when I got back to the waiting room. Both Gill and Muriel were trying to figure out comfortable sitting positions now that they had tails. Before I could ask them how they were doing, someone behind me said, "Jaden?" I turned around and said, "Yes?" A buff guy with pink cat ears and tail said, "Good, I'm Larry and I'll be seeing to your augmentation." I was led upstairs to a well-lit room with a bar hanging from a chain hoist in the ceiling Hanging from the bar were cuffs for holding people up by the arms and dangling lower was a simple backless seat. The room was not rustic like the rest of the building, it looked like a posh modern clinic room, which was reassuring. "We have the latest augmentation loom from Augweave." Larry pointed at a three-foot-tall column affixed to the wall which had been encrusted with hundreds of tiny ball joints, each with its own tiny tiny trident sticking out of it.  To me, magic looms always looked like a giant hair roller that had centipede legs affixed to it instead of plastic tines. After using alcohol wipes to wipe down the chair and the cuffs, Larry washed his hands thoroughly. Then he grabbed a gown and what looked like an orange shopping bag from a shelf near the door. Handing them to me, he said, "You're tail's gonna need room to grow. Put all your stuff in this bag. Our textile mage will adjust your pants while you're getting your tail. Any questions?" I had so many questions that they all jammed up inside my head. What would it feel like? How long would it take? And what was a textile mage? Were they like magic tailors? I'd heard of them before, but never really thought about it. He stood there trying to hide that he was tapping his foot until I asked, "How long will it take?" "The augmentation will be done in ten minutes. These new looms are very fast and accurate." He looked at his watch, "Ready to get changed?" Right, there were evening appointments, I decided not to bother him anymore and nodded. "I'll step out until you give me a holler." He left the room. After changing into the gown and putting all my stuff in the orange bag, I said, "You can come back in now." He walked over to the hanging chair with the open back and used a dangling remote to adjust its height. "Don't sit on your gown, we need your bare skin to be facing the loom. Buckle in and then raise your hands above your head." "Why do my hands need to be restrained?" I asked as I got in the chair "Safety. Regulations say hands must be kept out of the main magic flow. Some people get the idea they should weave magic while the loom's running. It's a very bad idea." "Oh." I didn't want to ask what sort of messed up stuff caused that regulation. Instead, I put my hands up to the cuffs and he affixed them around my wrists. The cool air of the room was giving my ass goosebumps. He then held a rectangle, with a big red button on it, in front of me. Which hand is your dominant hand?" "My right, why? Do you need me to launch a rocket?" He laughed. "No, this is an emergency stop. You can hit it at any time and stop the process. A tap will tell the machine to stop at the next safe position, usually a couple seconds after the button is pressed. A hard sustained press will shut the machine down ASAP. Only use the hard press if you're in danger or in acute pain." He pulled on a beige elastic strap on the back of the TV-remote-like box and put it around my right hand so I could easily reach the button with my thumb and wouldn't drop it. After that, he pulled what looked like a dental x-ray machine along its track in the ceiling. It had the same logo on it that the loom had. He moved the x-ray-like part they usually point at your teeth so that it was pointing at my head. It was like six inches away. Before I could ask what it was, he said, "This is the thought probe. It grabs onto your mental image so the loom can translate it into reality." "Cool!" He closed the door to my right before sitting down at the desk which was further right. I felt exposed with my butt clearly in his purview and I had to turn my head quite a bit to even look at him. He had a screen off to his left that he could check while the process was going on. "Okay, tap the safety button." I did so. "Good, now give me a hard press." When I pressed it hard, I felt a click from inside the wired remote thing. "Good, okay, now think about the tail you want." I closed my eyes and imagined myself with a scaly tail. Did I want it to be red? Blue? Green? Maybe blue-green? "I'm getting a lot of different colors here, you can go multicolored, but this looks like random flashes," he said. "Sorry." I settled on a blue tail with light yellow under scales. "Okay, got a good clear image. Do you want the monitor on or off?" he asked. "Some people find it distracting. The machine will beep if it loses track of your mental image. You can just close your eyes and get it back if that happens. Some people find it easier to use the live feed to guide their visualization." "I'm fine with it on," I said. The HDTV on the wall in front of me turned on. The screen was split in half. On the right, were two boxes. The top one said, "Progress" and the one under it was a live feed of the loom. The left side of the screen was a live view of me from the side. "Alright! Last question, do you want me to monitor your mental image during the procedure or would you like privacy?" Oh how I wished I could have asked for his help, but I couldn't guarantee that I wouldn't think about something I didn't want him to see while this was happening. Plus, I could hit the stop button if I knew my mental image was going the wrong way. "Privacy please." Larry clicked on something with his mouse and then cracked his knuckles. "You ready to start?" "Yep." I gulped. In ten minutes, I was gonna have a tail! I couldn't believe it. "Three, two, one, go!" He hit the enter key with flair. The loom spun faster and faster until I could hear the tiny tridents whistling through the air. Yellow magic threads started tangling themselves around it turning white hot. Then thousands of them attached to my buttocks one after another. I started to feel warmth rush into me as a lump formed on my tailbone. A tugging sensation made me squirm a bit, but then it felt like someone was sensuously rubbing deep into my skin. That's when I started getting hard. "Is it supposed to feel this...good?" "Oh? What does it feel like?" He asked. I blushed bright red. He chuckled. "You're lucky, some people itch, some people feel like they're getting a deep massage, and others, like you, feel an even deeper pleasure. Don't worry and just relax, I've seen it all before." I bit my lip to stop from moaning as my tail started adding inches to its length. My shaft hardened to the point it was making a little throbbing hill in the crotch of my gown. I'd just gotten off, what was the deal? My thumb rubbed the stop button as I considered stopping it and claiming I suddenly had to go to the bathroom. But it felt too good! My tail was over a foot long now and my nipples were tingling in a way I'd never felt. That's when I started thinking about having nice scaly breasts. No! I had to focus on the tail! I could feel sparks in my mind, tingles that corresponded to the new nerves in my tail. I could feel a slight breeze across my scales. One side of my tail was a bit cooler than the other. I closed my eyes to bask in the sensation. There were clicks inside my tail as each extra vertebra was added, there was a tugging as it was pulled farther out from me, then there was a ripple as muscles got added, and a sensuous rubbing as scales formed on the surface. I nearly jumped out of the chair when I heard someone yell, "Larry help! We're going off the rails down here!" "Fuck!" Larry hopped out of his chair and ran out the door saying, "Tap the button and I'll get you re-started when I come back." It was a simple command. I put my thumb on the button and...nothing. My tail was almost done, what harm could it do to just let it finish? Finish? It was going to be over. Already? But it felt so good! I imagined my tail longer to keep the process going. I stared at the monitor as my pre formed a wet spot on the gown. Three and a half feet, four feet, five feet, the base thickened taking up more of my ass. Seeing my tail that long and beautiful, feeling its new muscles move under its smooth scaly skin, brought that herm naga back into my mind. I put my thumb on the button and was about to press it when I got an idea. Going full naga would be a very bad idea, but I needed to change more. I felt like it was going somewhere, somewhere more pleasurable than I'd ever been. This need sparked an idea. Larry wasn't going to watch me change back into my clothes, so he wouldn't notice if I gave myself small breasts. My nipples tingled madly just thinking about it. Yes! I needed breasts! I imagined small, concealable, ones on my chest. A fierce blush appeared on my cheeks as my nipples swelled in size, magic threads were now looping around to my front. Adrenaline coursed through me as I made my breasts a bit larger wondering how big could I make them without being caught. My feet were shaking from the sensation of my scaly flesh expanding. When nipples collided with the front of the gown, a sharp tickle of pleasure put me right at the edge of orgasm. My shaft jerked as if it was going to deliver its load, but nothing came out. Laughter escaped my lips as I realized I was going to get away with it. All I had to do was just press that button. No! I pulled my thumb away. The biggest orgasm of my life was waiting for me and there was one more thing I needed to change. Something I'd wanted ever since I started watching herm porn. Getting a scaly snatch would feel better than any of the other changes. Larry would have to be a real perv to look behind my balls, after all. The only image of a pussy I could call up on such short notice was from the naga in the video. First, I felt a tension in my tailbone, but I forgot about it when the magic reached for my taint. I saw stars. It felt like someone had grabbed a bolt of lightning made of orgasms and jammed it into my prostate. My jizz made a mess on the underside of the gown as my new opening was crafted. The base of my tail thickened to cover my entire back end, like a lizard tail. I wasn't making noise because I couldn't breathe. I was caught in a long gasp. Only when I started to black out did I manage to force a breath. I lost that breath to a long moan and had to try for another. A new wetness, a new heat, a new focus for sexual pleasure, getting a snatch was the gift that kept on giving. The widening of my hips was giving my body a more hourglass shape. My tail was now passing six feet long and scales were spreading up from it to cover my thighs and stomach. Something was stuck in my mind waiting to travel across my synapses. It felt familiar, but alien at the same time. The throbbing in my forming passage felt like clenching a muscle, totally unlike any of the sensations I'd ever gotten from my penis. There was a shifting at the front of my new sex. At first it was painful, like someone pressing hard on the head of my cock, but my new clit quickly became erect and intense ecstasy ricocheted throughout my body. That thing that had been stuck in my mind was let loose. This orgasm was like a fire radiating out from the core of my body. My arms and legs went numb, an impossibly bright white light pushed everything else out of my mind. Joy, endless joy. As my awareness of the room around me returned, I tried to make sense of what I'd just experienced. Was that a combination of having a clit and a magic loom to stimulate it? Were female orgasms that amazing? Would I ever experience anything that pure again? Wait, my legs felt like they were wrapped in cling wrap that was constantly being pulled tighter. They were shrinking back into my body! Excitement and horror chased each other in my mind. I was about to experience something I never dreamed I'd have access to: an actual naga body! But on the other hand, this was going too far, I needed to, needed...a longer tail! If I could experience magic-laced orgasm just one more time, I'd consider my life one well lived. My attention turned to my needy rock-hard member. What would it feel like if I transformed it into a twin-pricked snake cock? Scales spread across the undersides of my breasts. "What the FUCK!?" Larry cried from the doorway. He bolted toward the big red button on the edge of his desk. "No!" I yelled as my tail lashed out toward him. He tripped over it and smacked his head on the side of the desk. As he struggled to get up, I gasped at the sensation of moving my tail muscles for the first time. Even though I was clumsy with it, I got it wrapped around his knees and dragged him toward me. He beat his fists on my tail causing me to wince. "You-you planned this all, didn't you? Brady was just a distraction?!" I gritted my teeth in anger as I pulled Larry toward me even harder. He tried to grab the floor, to stop sliding, but there was nothing for him to grab onto. Meanwhile, I thrust in the chair and grunted, as the magic touched my cock. It wasn't enough...it just wasn't as intense as getting a pussy had been. Oh, it did feel fantastic to have another shaft push out of my crotch to join my original one. Even the foreskin pulling back on each erection to become a scaly slit wasn't quite intense enough. As my dicks got a snake-cock-like taper, pre started to flow again. I needed to see that flash of white one more time. I needed...my mental image of myself was replaced by the herm naga. The scales of my tail became red and orange, like hirs. My tits filled out making the gown tight. The loom started to hum and the magic threads cut through my gown making it tear open. My breasts bounced as they were freed. The chair couldn't take the magic intensity and the plastic took on the consistency of warm swiss cheese. I tried to remember my own body, to push the button, anything to avert these drastic changes, but I couldn't imagine living with myself if I denied myself the intoxicating bliss of my continued metamorphosis. Scales started to cover my back and neck as I felt my feet disappear into my tail. Larry started screaming for help. I worked to catch my breath and stop moaning and grunting long enough to say, "Larry, I'm not going to hurt you. I promise." I stopped constricting his legs so hard and he relaxed a bit, but he did yell for help again. Pressure on the sides of my neck accompanied the formation of a cobra-like hood  as my canines became fangs and my hair fell to the floor. The other technician, a woman with a fluffy fox tail, came in. That tail went straight up as she screamed and ran out of the room. I wasn't a monster, was I? My eyes widened in horror as I saw the live feed. I no longer had separate legs, I had a cobra hood, conspicuous breasts, scales were spreading up my arms. This time, I really tried to press that button, to stop this so there was maybe some chance of explaining it as an accident, but the pure white hit me. My balls were retreating into my pinkish pearlescent belly scales as my twin cocks shot their load on the far wall and my big scaly pussy started to glisten with wetness. My breasts were now DD's, just like that naga's, and that weight on my chest was adorned by nice thick nipples. My nostrils moved away from each other as my face pushed out. The sensation made me feel like I really needed to sneeze. My eyes watered as they turned yellow. Liz ran into the room and dove over the side of the desk  and slammed her fist onto the big red button. But, it was too late, I'd just run out of things to change: I was a herm naga. "You absolute fucker!" Larry said struggling to get out of my grasp. I started to bawl. I didn't even recognize my face. I pressed the button hard with my thumb even though it was now useless while I dug my claw-like fingernails into the cuffs and let Larry go. "I'm sssorry." I uttered those words over and over. To myself, to Larry, to Liz, and to the floor and the walls. What I was apologizing for was unclear. My body was gorgeous. The most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. At first, Larry and Liz looked at me fuming and flaring their nostrils, but as my crying fit stretched on, their faces softened. Larry came up to me and said, "Why did you stop me?" "I-I don't know," I said through my tears. "Didn't you want this?" Larry asked. "Yesss, no..." Neither answer fit. "Why are you so upset?" "I ruined my life." He bit his lip. It wasn't something he could refute. I'd be an outcast. There'd be no way I could pay back the amount of magic energy that had been expended transforming me. If other looms had been running other than the one Brady was using, I might have blown out all the magic circuits in the building. I'd be fined for breaching the contract I'd agreed to. Things like that had been on the news a couple times. Liz asked, "Why do it then?" "Because it felt ssso good I didn't want it to..." I started to cry louder, "ssstop." She looked my body up and down, eyes pausing on my breasts and then my two slits, one for my cocks, one for my pussy, then she glanced at the wall. "Did-did you jizz all over our wall?" I blushed and looked away, still shedding tears. She sighed. "Y-you're creative, I'll give you that. Never seen a hermaphrodite snake...thing before." "Cancel all our six o'clocks." Larry put his head in his hands. Liz walked over and started undoing my cuffs. My new forked tongue flicked out and touched her neck. She yelped and jumped back. "Sssorry," I said. "Didn't mean to." My mind was telling me she was very stressed based on what my tongue picked up. It could catch smells? Like a snake's? "Guess you really are part snake," she said as she stood off to my right side and undid the cuff. Larry worked on the other cuff saying, "Do anything odd and I'll punch you so hard..." He didn't bother to finish his threat. With my hands freed, I curled up on the floor.  People that looked at me would struggle to call me "human." A freak, I was a freak of nature. A couple minutes passed as I worked on getting my sobbing under control. Liz made a phone call over by the desk and Larry stood next to her taking notes on his tablet. "Oh shit Jaden! Is that you?" Brady said from the doorway. Behind him was the fox-tailed technician. I looked up at him and nodded weakly. Brady ran toward me, "Dude, are you okay?" "Am I a monssster?" He pursed his lips. "By some people's definition--" I started crying again. "Hey, hey, don't be like that. Look at the bright side, those are some top shelf knockers." And he had me laughing. In this situation, that's the best he could do? It was hilarious! He patted me on the shoulder the way someone does when they think you're losing your mind and they're not sure whether they should console you or slap you out of it. When I stopped laughing, he got up and asked Larry, "Can I have some paper towels or something?" Larry grabbed two blue wipes from a dispenser on the wall and handed them to Brady while Liz kept talking on the phone. He held his hand out for more. Larry rolled his eyes and then grabbed several more. Brady walked over to me and started drying my tears and spittle from crying. After he was done, he put a bunch of wipes in my right hand and said, "Wipe your cum off the wall before anyone else sees it. I'm not gonna do it for you, because eew, cold spooge is the worst." The fox-tailed technician looked at the wall, then me, and then started walking slowly backwards. I "stood" on my tail for the first time and started to fall over. Brady hooked his right arm around my left and helped me steady myself. Eventually, we made it to the wall and I started wiping. Just as I was finishing up, I heard Gill's voice. "No, oh no, no, uh-uh..." His eyes were wide and he was shaking. He was about six feet away from me, just inside the door, and he looked like he was struggling to come any closer. "It'sss okay, it'sss me." He gulped and stammered before saying, "Sorry, I can't. This can't be you...I-I have to go." I heard him sniffle as he turned to leave. "Wait!" I called after him. Muriel stepped to the side to let Gill pass. "I thought Brady was mental, but you--" She glared at me. "You take the fucking cake! What were you thinking?" I tried to speak. She held up her hands. "No, I don't want to know. Gill's the one you're going to have to try and explain this to. He set all this up, and now, Liz might never speak to him again." I bit my lip to stop from crying and then said, "I didn't mean--" Her horse tail flicked in frustration. "How could you not mean this? There's a stop button, hello?" She pantomimed pressing the button with her thumb. "That's all you had to do." "But it felt ssso--" "Nope, I don't want to hear the end of that sentence. We'll try this again when I don't want to stab you." She turned and left. The fox-tailed tech followed Muriel. Liz's floppy bunny ears twitched as she hung up the phone and looked at me. "Just got off the phone with the owner. Good news, we're not gonna call the cops. Good news, we're going to do some serious modding to your clothes so you don't have to streak home. Bad news, you're going to be paying this off for years." "Like a loan?" I asked. "Like a payment plan to cover the fines, fees, and damages," Liz said. "Damagesss?" Larry nodded. "The loom's going to need some serious maintenance. That was too much magic too fast. You probably bent some of the tridents and caused some thermal stress fractures." "Why would it keep running if it wass damaging itsself?" I asked. "Imagine if it was routing a major artery down your tail and suddenly just stopped," Larry said. "You were making such massive changes, the system put your wellbeing above its own." "I'm glad, I guess?" "You guess? This system was made for simple short augmentations and you made it wreck itself making yourself into...well, that." He gestured toward my body. I had the feeling that Larry had a special place in his heart for magic looms. The moment he'd started talking about the damage, he looked tired and dead inside. "Yeah, what are you?" Liz asked. "A naga. Like, from the legendsss." "Well, I hope you like acting or the entertainment industry because I don't think you'll be getting a desk job." She shook her head. I hit my head on the wall and then leaned against it. "Thiss iss too much." Brady said, "Imagine holding a sword and chasing a knight down a dark tunnel or something. Who wouldn't pay money to see that?" Liz said, "It would be better than CGI. Think about Cat Jacobs. He's played every feline alien race Hollywood's ever dreamed up." "So awkward," Larry complained. "I'm going to see if his-her-whatever's clothes are ready." He walked out the door. I pulled my head away from the wall and looked down at my breasts and then leaned back bending my hips so I could look at my two genital slits with the rounded slit for my anus below them. Brady's eyes followed mine. His jaw slackened in fascination. My pussy slit was a bit wet. Heat rushed down to it as I remembered how puffy and round it had been just before I came. I stopped looking at it. What was I? I was used to being called "he." But most people looking at me and not seeing any sign of a cock would say, "she." People's ideas of gender were so oversimplified...but the thought of using "she" made me smile. I looked at Liz and then Brady. "Use 'sshe/her/herss' to refer to me and I'm not male or female, I'm something else from now on." Just saying that out loud caused me to feel giddy. It was the first bright spot in the utter disaster of my transformation. "You're definitely something else," Brady said looking me up and down. A blush darkened my deep red cheeks. He seemed to be trying to commit every detail to memory. My tongue shot out and smelled?--no, tasted the air and I had to stifle a hiss of pleasure as my snatch got wetter. I could taste his arousal. The top of my mouth tingled, I think it's what was tasting smells. My tongue shot out again and I caught more of Brady's excitement. Something was wrong. My sexes were warming quickly and I just couldn't get my mind off of his scent. I knew humans could get turned on by each other's scents, but this was a thousand times more potent. I could feel my cocks hardening behind my slit, I tried to hold it closed so they wouldn't come out. Larry came back in and tossed my altered clothes onto the desk. "Okay, you see if these fit. We'll wait outside. Sound good?" "Y-yeah, but I'll need like ten minutess," I said. Larry raised an eyebrow. Liz tilted her head. The heads of both cocks made it out of my slit. In a moment of desperation I grabbed Brady's wrist and pulled him in front of me turning my body more toward the door so he was hiding my entire front. My shafts came out more and poked his butt. He straightened and started to pull away, but I whispered, "Pleasse, don't let them ssee." He relaxed and said, "She says she needs my help." Walking to the door, Larry motioned for Liz to follow him. She'd been looking at me and Brady with narrowed eyes, but Larry's beckoning disrupted whatever thoughts she was having and she followed him out. Once Larry was outside, she gave us a look that said, "You better not do what I think you're about to do," and then pulled the door shut behind her. The moment I let go of Brady's wrist, he spun around and looked down. His silence was killing me, I considered hiding my twin pricks from his view, but then I noticed his somewhat baggy altered pants had a considerable bulge. I could taste his arousal even more clearly now. He didn't seem to know what to do and was grabbing at his own hands as his erection made a huge tent. I would have thought he was fully erect, but it kept growing. My clit got so erect that it parted my slit and the sides were quickly becoming puffy. I could see it was as big as the end of my pinky finger. So nice and big, like the rest of my scaly muff. His scent got thicker and my nipples hardened in under a second. I reached down for his belt. "Can I ssee?" Blinking, he looked up at me. Then his eyes widened as he realized what I'd just asked. His confidence came back. "Fuck yes! You can see, touch, stroke...anything." My claw-like nails made things a bit different than I was used to, but I eventually figured out how to undo his belt, button, and zipper. I put my thumbs on the inside of the hem of his boxers and pulled down revealing his equine prick. I gasped seeing it. It was easily ten inches long and still not fully hard. He breathed out a moan as I reached under it and pulled it up so I could look at the blunt wide head. My other hand reached down to cup one of his fist-sized balls. I'd thought his pants were really baggy. Now I knew why. My tongue started sampling the air more frequently and warmth spread throughout my whole body as my heart picked up its pace. As his shaft gained inches of length and thickness, he said, "I, uh, couldn't control my size. That's why Larry had to rush down. They got it under control, but..." He frowned. "I don't think it will fit in anyone." "I couldn't sstop thinking about a herm naga porn video I've been obsessed with and ended up looking like the star..." I gave his sixteen-inch-long five-inch-wide shaft a squeeze. "She could easily take ssomething like this. Wanna see if I'm the ssame?" He glanced at my pussy probably taking note of how massive it was. "Fuck yes!" "Firsst, I need to be really wet." I hefted my breasts enjoying their weight in my hands. "I orgasmed when I got these. I wonder what would happen if--" I squealed in delight as he interrupted me by taking a fat nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicked on it, his teeth teased it, and to keep my other nipple from feeling left out, he took it between his fingers. When he switched his mouth to my other breast, my snatch made a glistening stream down my belly scales. It twitched along its entire length as my clit buzzed sympathetically with my nipple. As I came, he looked up at me in wonder not taking his mouth off. The moment I was done squealing in delight, he put a shaky finger in my pussy. "This is so unreal." "Gah! I know!" I squeezed his finger and a shiver traveled down my tail. The entire entrance was sensitive. I could feel him pressing against the muscular walls, exploring my virgin opening. He kept putting fingers in until all that was left was his thumb. My mouth was hanging open, I was panting in arousal. When he brushed my clit, I stiffened and sucked in air. "You okay?" "Very," I answered. "I'm going to try my fist. Let me know if it's too tight." He made a fist and shoved it in. The stretching, the pop of his fist finally making it inside, I had to have more. I cried out, "Cock! I need your cock!" "Damn you're hot!" He pulled his fist out and put the head of his member against my pussy. I coiled my tail around him as he drove inside. His length was so warm, so thick, so hard! My breath faltered each time my walls twitched from the delight of being filled. Even though I was wet, there was friction and I could feel his blunt prick drag against my hot needy flesh stretching me open deeper and deeper.   When his medial ring slipped in, he grabbed onto me and let out a puff of hot air. I forced him in all the way while he gasped and grunted. I couldn't get enough! The texture of his length was amazing due to his veins and little equine details. Once he was all the way in, he buried his head in my breasts and made a deep "mmm" sound. I hissed and moved my hips back and forth flexing his amazing shaft inside me, stirring myself up. Reluctantly, I pulled back a bit so he could thrust and thrust he did. He used the leverage of being loosely wrapped in my tail to pound my snatch. I felt his buttocks flex with every shove he made into me. His flare was getting larger and my clit was getting rubbed by our motions. It made me want to squeal every time it got brushed just the right way. "Uhh, I'm gonna cum!" he announced. "Yes! Please!" I put my arms over his shoulders and leaned back to change the angle of his thrusts so they hit my clit even more directly. My cocks were smacking against his clothed stomach and his velvety-furred balls were slapping at the bottom of my pussy. My breath caught in my throat when I felt it, his cock stretching my pussy wider and then a warm blast in my depths. I clawed at his back when my orgasm hit. Not enough to rip his shirt, but probably enough to hurt a bit. This time, when the bright white bliss hit me, I had someone to hold. I pulled him against me as he finished unleashing a load fit for a legendary creature like me. I wrapped my tail around us keeping him inside me and administering the closest hug I'd ever given anyone. He turned his head to the side and panted for air against my breasts. I loved feeling them smoosh against the side of his face. My body was feeling more and more real, like it belonged to me. As he caught his breath, he started idly running his fingers over the scales on my back. I could feel him softening. I'd never felt this at peace. Maybe I'd needed a pussy and breasts all along. They felt so right. Eventually, he said, "Could you loosen up a bit? Your cocks are gonna give me a bruise." And with that, I noticed that I was still very hard. I blushed deep violet as I uncoiled so we could both move separately again. The odd sensation of my scales on multiple different loops of my tail rubbing against each other was soothing. I could feel my muscles moving under them. It was a sharp contrast to the aching in my cocks. "I'm gonna have to take care of these. You can go outside if you want." He grabbed one of them as he kneeled before me. "Last time a guy offered me his cock, I chickened out. Not gonna happen this time." "Wait, you're bi?" I tilted my head. "Since when?" "I started to wonder about it in Germany," He said. "Just couldn't get up the courage to actually do something." "Do you have a thing for German guys?" He nodded. "It's that accent, maybe?" "The accent?" I started laughing. He glared at me and then took my right cock into his mouth to shut me up. It worked. I hissed and pred on his tongue. A knock came from the door. Brady pulled his mouth off and called out, "We're busy!" Larry's voice said, "Come on you two, not in there!" "We're having a wardrobe problem. Did you want to help suck her other cock?" Silence. I stifled a laugh. I would have been embarrassed, but I was far too horny for that now. "Didn't think so!" He put his mouth back on me and struggled to get more of my length inside. It was way too uneven and he was having trouble managing his teeth. I said, "Just use your hand farther down, don't try to run before you walk." He flipped me off and kept trying to suckle more of my cock. Eventually, he got into a rhythm. His fist pumped over my left member while his mouth and his other hand took care of my right. I grabbed his shoulders and started thrusting with his movements. It tickled at first, because he was still figuring things out, but a couple minutes later I was hissing and urging him to go faster. Having different things happen to each shaft was very strange. In a good way. He switched what he was doing to each cock and started to bob on me at an alarming pace. He clearly wanted me to cum in his mouth and that drove me wild. I'd never seen anyone give oral this exuberantly. It seemed the longer it took, the more desperate he became. I felt a fire, a building pressure from inside my cock slit, and said, "C-cumming!" Just like I thought, he wrapped his lips around my left shaft and let me fill his mouth with my seed. My right cock came across the side of his face splattering his sideburns, his ear, and his neck with my thick sticky mess. I held his head still as my shafts became hypersensitive. He couldn't hold it all and some fell from his chin. When I was finished, we just sat there staring at each other. We'd just gone from best friends to best friends with full benefits in one day. Pulling his mouth off, he fell back onto his butt and swallowed. He kept his eyes on me, blushing redder each time he looked to see his massive load slowly leaking out of my pussy. I lay on top of my own coils and tried to break the tension with, "Now that was some top shelf sex." He blushed even deeper and then looked away, "Hey, um, Jaden, do you think you'll need help naga-proofing your dorm room?" I got a happy flutter in my chest. He couldn't always admit how much he cared about me, but him finding excuses to spend time with me was his way of making it clear. "It's gonna take a long time. Could take a few days. I'm not super steady moving around just yet." "Might take weeks." He looked at me. "Or months." "Or years." He clapped his hands together like a corporate hustler. "Payment will be in eroticism one, no, four times a day during the entire period of the contract. We'll have to free up some resources to make sure our accounts can handle these multiple daily transactions, especially when it comes to unusually large deposits and withdrawals. We will bend over backwards to give you the best experience possible. What do you say? When money's changing hands, everyone wins, right?" "Absolutely, where do I sign?" A bit of my cum dripped onto his shoulder. "I think you already did." We both laughed. When we calmed down, he got more of those wipes and we cleaned up our mess. Afterwards, he pulled off his shirt and climbed into my coils. I cradled his naked body with mine. Then we basked in afterglow while I pondered my situation. If we continued to have regular good sex, my life wasn't going to completely suck. But my bank account was going to be shot and, even if I wanted to change back to make getting a job easier, not even my parents had enough money to make it happen. Between the debt I had with Pickawick's and my school loans, I was going to be broke for life. Just then, something in my mind clicked. Sex. I loved having sex as a herm naga and Brady was willing to try just about anything once... "Brady?" "Yes?" He shifted so he could look at me. "How do you feel about making some porn?" THE END The second part of Jaden’s story where she meets the pornstar she couldn’t get out of her head and has some hot herm naga sex. Click here to go to my Patreon and read it! Support me on Patreon and read stuff weeks to months before it's posted here! [url=www.patreon.com/zmeydros]www.patreon.com/zmeydros[/url]

Chapter 10 - May I After

Sayuri opens the door for him as Dario carries her in. She kisses his check and neck a few times. Playing with his hair as she kisses him. Dario sets her down on their bed and smiles. Taking her left hand and kissing it. It was only a couple hours ago where he had asked Sayuri to marry him.  “I love you.” Dario says and smiles. “aishi te iya masu.” She smiles back,” I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”  “Me too.” Dario leans in and kisses her lips passionately. Sayuri kisses back and pulls him close. Her hands go towards his shirt and pull it off. Her hands go down his body and giggles. He takes one of her hands and leads it down to his pants. She smirks and unbuttons his pants.  “How far are we going today?” Sayuri asked.  “All the way if you want to.” Dario kisses her neck.  She nods and pulls his pants down,” I don’t mind.” Looking over his body she adds,” Can you put on a little show for me?”  “What kind of show?” He asked. Dario had an idea of what she was talking about. He wanted to see what she wanted to see. “A little flexing and stuff.”  He kisses her cheek and smiles,” anything for my future wife.”  “Thank you.” She smiles at his kisses.  Dario steps back a little and stretches. He stands and poses in a couple ways. Showing off his biceps and thighs the most. Sayuri cheers a little as she watches. She reaches over and grabs his wallet from his pants. Jokily, Sayuri throws a couple dollar bills at him. This makes him chuckle,” To bad I’m already undressed, I would strip for you.” “I can look away as you get dressed again?” She giggles. “How about this?” Dario pulls his boxers down a little. Just enough for her to see his junk. Sayuri’s face turns bright red. He pulls them back up and smirks,” That’s for later.”  “I can’t wait for later.”  Dario smirks and walks over to her. Kissing her lips a little more before doing anything else. Sayuri had another idea in mind. Pulling down his boxers again to see his junk.  “Can’t wait?”  “No, I really want it.”  “You naughty dragon.”  Sayuri smirks and kisses his dick. Kissing and licking his tip. He blushes a little and becomes a little warm. “Do you want to trade places? It’s been awhile since you topped me.” Dario asks.  “Yes please.” Sayuri nods. He loved seeing her take control. Once laying under her, Dario looks over her body. Still wearing the cocktail dress from their date, Dario pulls down the sleeves. Gently kissing her collarbone. She takes her dress off and thinks for a second. Her eyes looked into his eyes and it made him flustered.  Taking the opportunity, Sayuri takes his hands and places them on her hips. Leaning in, she whispers,” I’m going to need you to support me.”  Dario nods as he keeps his hands on her hips. He watches as Sayuri takes her bra off. Taking a low breath to prepare herself. Turning so she faced away from him. Gently grabbing his dick and puts it in her mouth. Bobbing her head up and down as she sucks on him. Rubbing the bottom of his dick to get him hard.  Dario holds her hips tightly as Sayuri pleasures him. He pulls her ass towards his face and kisses her ass. Sayuri stops for a second to enjoy herself. Letting out a few moans and leans back more. Taking this as her wanting more, Dario pulls her back to reach her. Putting his tongue in not too deep for now.  Going back to pleasure him, Sayuri goes slow as she rubs him. Getting him to cum a little. Licking everything off of him as it flows down his dick. Nothing went to waste. Slowing down as she is sexually satisfied. “Want to go out with a bang?” Dario whispers.  “Yes please.” She sits up and takes a few deep breaths. Dario lets her catch her breath before finishing. Sitting up himself and pulling Sayuri into his lap. Sliding his dick in slowly and kisses the back of her neck. Wrapping his arms around her, moving her up and down. Sayuri takes one of his hands and squeezes it. Breathing heavily as she becomes more satisfied. Dario kisses the back of her neck more as they slow down.  "How are you feeling my love?" He asked.  "Amazing." She leans back against him," How about you?" "Just as amazing." 

Chapter 9 - May I?

As they danced, Dario looked at his girlfriend and got nervous. The box in his suit pocket seemed to burn a hole. He got really sweaty and Sayuri could tell. She takes his hand and smiles, "Are you okay Dario?" She asked and became worried.  "I'm fine. Just a little warm from my suit."  She started to take his coat off but Dario panicked, pulling away from her. Sayuri looks at him and frowns. Something was definitely wrong. Realizing he reacted wrong Dario tried to think of how to cover it.  "Sorry I can take it off myself." He felt bad and took the ring out of the pocket unnoticed. To make her feel better Dario wraps her in the jacket. She cuddles herself in the jacket and closes her eyes. With her dragon-like powers, Sayuri was able to pick up his scent. It made her happy and relaxed.  Taking the opportunity Dario takes her hand," Keep your eyes closed, I want to show you something."  "Oh? A surprise?" Sayuri gets excited and follows him blindly. He was super nervous and excited at the same time. The emotions were mixing and making his heartbeat fast. Once near the pond he found, he took a deep breath and looked at her. Sayuri still had her eyes closed but even then he couldn't look away from her beautiful face. He gathered all the courage he needed and stood in front of her. With his phone he had her favorite song and took the ring out. He went down on one knee and waited. Once the song starts she opens her eyes and stops. Sayuri looks at him then the ring. She covers her mouth and doesn't know what to do. Sayuri started to tear up and fell to her knees next to him.  "Sayuri I know what you're thinking and yes I'm asking you this now. I love you so much and will spend the rest of my life with you." Dario smiles and looks at her," Anata to no intāniti."  Sayuri started to cry but out of happiness of course. He smiles and gets less nervous continuing his speech to her," I'm willing to adopt a child with you as well. I know you are nervous about starting a family, but together we will work anything out."  She couldn't speak but nodded. Hugging him tightly and trying to say," Yes." Her voice was shaky out of happiness, surprise, and nervous. Dario hugs her back and kisses her cheek.  He turns off the music and takes the ring out of the box," May I?" Taking Sayuri's hand so he could put the ring on. Nodding Sayuri watches as he does. She looks at it for a second and smiles," I love it, but not as much as you." "I know."

Chapter 6 - Epilogue A

Corrupted Family Summary: Corrupted and mutated by their experience with tentacle rape, your family regularly tries to seduce you. EPILOGUE A – FAMILY Birdsong chirped through the open window as a cool, spring breeze drifts through the bedroom. Pale rays of the morning sun shine down on your slowly awakening eyes, a contented smile gracing your lips as you hug the slight form of your little sister close to you. “Morning already,” Jessica asked, sleepily, squinting at the window. You gaze loving upon her, thinking that she had never looked more beautiful as the sunbeams play off her soft skin, glinting over her budding breasts. “Something smells good.” Taking a deep breath yourself, you have to agree with her – the enticing aroma of sausage and bacon call to your empty stomach. “That smells like sausage! Can't wait to have some,” you say excitedly, it being one of your favorite breakfast foods. “Me either,” cooed Jessica, just before her mouth descended on your morning erection. You moan appreciatively – Jessica often wakes you up with a exuberant blowjob; she's become very good at them over the last couple weeks. She had shifted so that her body was facing the other way, allowing you easy access to stroke her impressive cocks, moving your hands in time with her bobbing head. Gliding your palm down her lower penis, you poke a finger inside her tight vagina; you're rewarded as she gasps, her hands clenching on your thighs. Smirking at you, she asks, “Think we have time to step this up?” You move out from under her, letting Jessie bend over as you position your saliva-slicked penis against her tight slit. After a few seconds of resistance, you manage to plunge your cock all the way into Jessica's vagina, gripping her slim hips as you begin to slowly thrust into the young teenager. “Oh god, James,” she moaned, holding herself up by one arm, worming her fingers up her crowded pussy. Speeding your thrusts up at a slow but steady pace, Jessica is soon wailing from pleasure, her own orgasms splashed across the bedsheets, cum almost continuously seeping from her cocks. Pulling out, you press your penis against Jessica's ass, forcing through the small hole without too much effort. “AHHHH, FUCK,” she yelled, back arching as you pound her butt. She lost what little strength she had left, falling face first into the cum puddles she made, panting heavily as you worked your way closer to climax. More sperm launches into Jessica's face with her latest orgasm, breath hitching in her chest, she whimpers, “Please... I can't... I can't take it...” You slam your hips against her ass, leaning over her with a blind moan as you fill her bowels with your orgasm; sperm is soon streaming out of her abused anus, even before pulling out. As a side effect of your time in the Hive (probably due to the leeches slightly mutating your testicles) you are not able to cum without significant effort. And usually when you actually do manage a climax, its very... climactic. Covered in sweat, you absentmindedly stroke one of Jessie's erections, waiting for her to get her bearings. Five minutes after you pulled out, her butt is still leaking sperm. “Hey,” sounds to voice of your mother through the locked door, “are you two done yet? Breakfast is getting cold!” “Sorry mom,” you yell back, throwing on a pair of PJ pants, sans underwear. “We'll be down in a minute!” Jessica groans as you stand her up, “Why do you have to take so long just to cum? I swear, you're going to break me some day!” Looking at the clock, you smile sheepishly, “It was only half an hour that time.” “Only,” she exclaimed. “God, my butt's gonna be sore all week!” “Oh don't be a drama queen,” you laugh, handing Jessie her own pajamas. “Just ask Amanda to fix you up and you'll be fine by noon.” Through the course of your sexual undertakings with the family, it was discovered that Amanda's breast-cum actually has some rather impressive healing abilities. If properly heated, it could cure aches and minor tearing in little over an hour. When cooled it acts as a sedative, knocking the drinker into a deep sleep, which usually lasts for half a day. After uncovering this astonishing information, you all made a solemn vow to never let outsiders find out – Amanda would surely be taken away for study and testing. Pouting, Jessica gingerly pulled her teddy bear shorts on, her two cocks hanging out through the leg openings, “Yeah, yeah, its still not nice to kill me like that every day.” Kissing her cheek, you help her put on the matching shirt, joking, “You know you love it, sis!” “Maybe. Now, I'm starving,” Jessie exclaimed, nearly jumping down the stairs. You followed at a more relaxed pace, finding your mother and sister already done eating, waiting for you at the table. “Morning, James,” greeted Amanda, stretching her arms up as you sat down. “Sounds like you had fun.” “He hurt my bum,” Jessica whined, throwing you a mean look. “He didn't even apologize for it either!” Your mother sighed, “Jessie, dear, we heard you loud and clear down here. In fact, I'm sure the neighbors heard you too. You really need to learn to not scream every time someone puts a dick in you.” Laughing at Jessica's expense, you grin appreciatively at your older sister, who is currently sitting naked across from you, yawning, “Thanks for the view, Amanda.” “You're welcome,” she giggled, winking. “I'm sure you can get a close-up later, if you ask nicely.” “Maybe I will.” The rest of breakfast (or what's left of it) passes without much comment. Your mother did take the time to toy with both you and your sister's penises, and Amanda made a show of pinching some sperm from her nipples, which she heated up for Jessica, but eventually everyone went their separate ways. You spent most of your morning playing various video games on your computer (essentially the only section of your room free of cum stains) and just as you predicted, Jessica popped up again around noon. “Hey James,” she piqued from your door, “my butt's feeling all normal again! I'm going to Amanda's room to thank her, want to join me?” “Maybe later, Jessie,” you say, engrossed in your current battle to save the human race. Oh look, you leveled up! She pouted, “You're no fun. I hope you're ready for some payback tonight, then!” And she closed the door, giggling maniacally as you groan – Jessica has a fascination with trying to get both her dicks inside you at the same time. It never works, but that doesn't stop her from abusing you in the attempt. Shutting the game down with a sigh, you still don't feel like having to spend the afternoon washing off Amanda's breast-cum, so you wander downstairs to find your mother watching TV, only wearing a lacy red bra and panties. “Hey James,” she greets you, patting the open seat next to her. “Want to watch with me?” You glance at the television – its some reality show you've seen about a dozen clones of, but sit down all the same. Not two minutes later Jessica's voice thunders through the house, “OH FUCK, YES!!” Your mom sighs, shaking her head, “That girl just loves to scream...” “Yeah, I've noticed that,” you say, theatrically rubbing your ear. “At least its never boring with her around.” “What, are you trying to say I'm boring,” she teases you, a tail sliding down your PJ's to tickle your balls. In a flat, deadpan you answer, “Perfectly dull, mom.” “Well, I guess I'll have to do something exciting then,” she whispered huskily, straddling your hips before grinding her crotch against your lengthening erection, pushing her breasts into your face. Using one tail to pull out your penis, and the other to unclasp her bra, she kneeled in front of you, squeezing your hard member between her soft boobs. “How's this for exciting,” she asked, slowly tit-fucking you with a smirk. Leaning back into the couch, you moan but tease back, “Still pretty boring.” “Hmm,” she replies, standing up and dropping her panties. “How about something a little more exotic?” Lowering her extremely wet vagina down onto your throbbing cock, her tails wrapped around your testicles, squeezing lightly and releasing as they slithered up your rectum, plunging in and out of your ass. You moan in heady ecstasy as she rides and fucks you; you lick earnestly as she holds your face against her boobs, “Oh god, mom...” “Still boring,” she hisses to your ear, nibbling on the lobe as she rams her hips on you. You can only moan in return, sliding your hands over her firm butt, toying with her butthole. She laughs and guides your fingers into her, breathing heavily now as you thrust up in time with her. After a few minutes, she shudders on you, grinding to a halt, just hugging you as her orgasm subsides. “You didn't finish,” she asks, breathless. You shake your head and she huffs, pulling herself off you but leaving her tails lodged up your butt, “Well that's no fun, honey.” “Yeah, he's such a spoil sport,” said a naked Jessica from the stair landing, drenched in Amanda's super thick white breast-cum. “After his 'happy-ending' each morning it takes forever to get him off!” Holding your hands up, laughing, you answer back, “Hey, most girls would love to have a guy last as long as I do, right?” Your mother began stroking your erection, “But we aren't most girls, James.” Amanda just made it down the stairs, her boobs still pouring their sperm down her body and onto the floor, “He just needs the right kind of help getting there, sis.” She got on her knees, gushing all over your lap and pajamas, using her slicked hands to help your mom massage your cock. With mom's tails already pumping into your stomach, Jessica took the only spot left and stood on the couch, directing one of her lower, cum-covered penis into your mouth as she stroked the other, rubbing it against your cheeks. “Mmrgfh,” you moan on your little sister's cock, shivering in pleasure as your mom's fingers trail down to knead your balls, Amanda simultaneously swallowing and jerking your throbbing erection. Jessica took that moment to climb up behind you, then crawling down your chest to lick the base of your penis, reinserting her bottom cock into your throat as the upper grinds up and down your chest and stomach as she slowly bucks her hips. Your eyes roll up as you feel the tails inside your fuck between your inner sphincter and stomach, reflexively squeezing Jessie's butt. Your little sister moaned, cum blasting out of her cocks, down your throat and over your hips. With a muffled, orgasmic scream, you slam Amanda's throat with your first shot of cum; she pulls back from the surprise, as more and more ropes are thrown from your dick, laying thick, white lines all over her huge breasts until Jessica wrapped her lips around the purple head, taking your final, flooding climax into her mouth. Dazed, you hear Amanda giggle as your mother sighs. The next second Jessica's lips crash against your mouth, your own cum pouring over your tongue and down your chin. Pulling away, she whispers, “Don't think I'm done with you, big brother. I still need to return this morning's favor to you, tonight.” “Looking forward to it,” you say, grinning back at her. Your cock is still full and throbbing, slowly leaking cum as Amanda sucks on your testicles... END EPILOGUE A Author's Note: For the purposes of this story (and potential squeals!) this is the 'real' epilogue. Stay tuned for an alternate ending with a slightly darker tone!   

Chapter 13 - Drizzle

Sayuri giggles as he unclips her bra. Lifting her arms up as he takes her shirt off. Dario goes right to kissing her chest. Also licking her nipples, making them hard. Sayuri lets out a sigh of pleasure as she enjoys his kisses. She plays with his hair, twirling a little bit between her fingers. His jet black hair was soft. She recognized the smell as well.   “Have you been using my shampoo?” She asked.  “Yes, I like how it makes your hair shiny and smooth.” He admits,” It smells nice too.”  "I'm glad you like it." She kisses his forehead.  Dario smiles as he continues to kiss her chest. Sayuri holds him tightly and adds,” Could we do something we have done before?”  “What did you have in mind?”  “The whip cream was nice.”  He smirks before standing,” I’ll go get it.”  “Why don't we take this to the kitchen? You can drizzle other yummy things on me." Sayuri suggested. Without hesitation, Dario picks her up and smirks. Sayuri wraps her arms around is neck and shoulders.  "Anything for you my love."  He kisses one of her hands. She leans into his neck and kisses it. Leaving small marks anywhere she could.  "Careful now, don't want to go too crazy. Don't want to repeat what happened last time."  "I'm just showing how much I love you." Sayuri says softly.  "I love you too."  As they enter the kitchen, Dario sets Sayuri on a counter. Grabbing the whip cream out and setting it next to her, Dario couldn't help but kiss her neck. Sayuri lets out pleasing sounds. Holding him close as she comes up with a few new ideas. To help move things along, Dario grabs the can and shakes it. Spraying a bit on her chest. Gently licking her boobs. Sayuri's face becomes bright red as she enjoys this.  "How about honey? Maybe some chocolate syrup?" Sayuri whispers.  "I can do both." He licks off all of the whip before finding the honey and chocolate. Grabbing a spoon, he dips it in the honey jar. Slowly drizzling it across her boobs and neck. The cool honey felt nice dripping down her body.  It also felt nice having Dario's tongue on her as well. He was gentle with her at first. Soon going to gently bite her neck.  After all the honey was off, Dario kissed down her neck. Sayuri grabs the can and shakes it a little. Getting his attention, Dario looks over," do you want to put some on me?"  "I would like to have some of your cream." Sayuri giggles and touches him. Turning bright red as she does, Dario takes her hand. Pulling her close so she can do whatever she pleases. With a grin, Sayuri unzips his pants. Rubbing her hand up and down his front. Getting his cock ready for her to play with. Dario lets out a soft, pleasuring moan.  “Looks like I’ll have to shake harder for anything to come out.” Sayuri whispers.  “You might have to.” Dario became a little weak in the knees.  "Maybe you should sit up here instead?" Sayuri suggested.  "That sounds like a plan."  Switching places, Dario jumps up on the counter. Taking a deep breath to get himself ready, he looks at Sayuri,"Do your worst."  "I plan on it~" Sayuri smirks. She pulls the rest of Dario's pants down. Gently pulling down his boxers to relieve his half hardened dick. Using one hand, Sayuri rubs the lower half of his dick. Sending ways of pleasure through Dario.  Taking his tip and putting her mouth around it. Licking him to get it wet. Dario became very red from being flustered. Enjoying every second of Sayuri playing with him.  Licking up his cock from base to tip sending shivers down his back. Sayuri could tell how close she was to getting him to cum. Rubbing him harder and faster now, putting everything into it. When it finally came out, Sayuri wasted no time. Pushing her boobs up so his cum drips down her body. Keeping one hand on him and rubbing so more came out. Once in a while she put his cock in her mouth again.  Dario watched as Sayuri did this. Sending wave after wave of pleasure through him. Seeing her covered in his cum made him very turned on. Soon deciding to help by rubbing himself. Allowing Sayuri to push her boobs up more. Catching all the cum from him, and licking it off her boobs.  "Shit…." He softly says. Watching as she cleaned up some of it.  "Like what you see?" She teases.  "I always do." Dario smirks.  Allowing the liquid to drip down her body, Sayuri takes his dick in her mouth one last time. Taking whatever they had left. Dario pulls her hair back a bit to watch.  As the last of his cum filled Sayuri's mouth, she gave his tip one last kiss. Looking up she smiles at him," How was that?"  "Amazing." Dario smiles back. It was a little hard to move at the moment," You're amazing."  "Thank you my love." She takes his hand," Now we should clean up."  "Agreed." 

Chapter 3 - Chapter Three

Corrupted Family Summary: Corrupted and mutated by their experience with tentacle rape, your family regularly tries to seduce you. CHAPTER THREE Wet. You feel extremely wet, like you're under a light waterfall. You also feel hot and sweaty, which is weird because you've never woken up feeling this way. The first thing you see when you open your eyes is hair. Blinking, you focus and realize that your mom's vagina is grinding against your open mouth. You yell out, but the muffled shout is enough to send her over the edge as her climax explodes in your face. Coughing, she dismounts you and you see Amanda's gushing breasts, pressingly heavily down on your stomach as she moans loudly – Jessica is straddling your hips, thrusting deep inside her sister she rides your own cock. “About time you woke up, sleepy head,” whispered your mom in your ear as Amanda pinched her nipples, blasting her sperm on to your chin. You spluttered as it got in your mouth and eyes – everyone, and everything near you, is drowned in Amanda's thick, sticky breast-cum. “FUCK, oh god, Jessie, do you ever stop,” whined Amanda as Jessica buried all twelve inches of her penis inside her. “I've cum six times now!” “I'll help you out, baby,” said your mom, wrapping her arms around Jessie from behind, a disgusting shlick noise sounding as she pressed their bodies together. “You too, James. You've got to have quite the build up!” You groan as one of her tails easily worms inside your butt, slithering deep inside you before pumping in and out. Amanda crawled off you, revealing Jessica getting the same anal treatment as she slammed her hips hard and fast on your cock. “Let me know how it tastes, James,” cooed Amanda before she stood over you, a copious stream of cum falling out of her vagina directly onto your lips. You tried to move your arms to push her away but Jessica forced them back down, her cock grinding up to your chest as she rode you. “Oh, oh, oh, god, oh god, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, aaahhhhhhh,” yelled Jessie, blasting your head with her orgasm. As she plunges her tight pussy down on your cock, your mother's tail blurring in and out of your bowels, you can't help yourself and moan in ecstasy as you cum inside Jessica, sperm still falling out of Amanda and now down your throat. “Oh my god, he's still going,” exclaimed Jessica, eyes closed and hands on her stomach. “Damn, James!” You can't stop. Ever since your family was mutated you haven't masturbated, thinking you'd be able to ignore the sexual whirlwind around you. But now you're riding an orgasm so high you lose control of yourself and grip Jessica's slight hips, forcing her up and down your shaft as you paint her womb with your seed. Slim fingers worm their way inside Jessica's crowed vagina, kneading your swollen cock held tightly inside your sister. After a few minutes, your climax finally fading away, you hear your mom say, “Mmm, he does taste good.” Jessica collapses next to you, her large cock draped over your shrinking penis. Amanda sat down behind you, her vagina pressed up against your head, massive breasts brushing against your temples, still leaking their sperm. Your mother laid down on your free side, turning your face towards her to kiss you passionately, her tail deep inside you, thrusting ever so slowly. Somewhere in your post-orgasmic haze you still realize that this situation is wrong, disgusting and that you should be ashamed of yourself while running for the hills. But your body betrays you and you fall into the kiss, enjoying the sensations of Jessica cuddling against you and Amanda's breasts slowly leaking onto your shoulders. “We love you so much, James,” whispers your mom, kissing your cheek with a happy smile. You're exhausted, mentally and physically, but you smile back, “I love you too.” And you drift off to sleep... The next day you're surprised to find out that your sex-addicted family is leaving you mostly alone, aside from an occasional butt pinch or kiss of the cheek. It took forever to clean off Amanda's breast-cum; three hours under the shower to be precise. You leave your room as a lost cause – imaging trying to scrub out the buckets of sticky sperm is the stuff of nightmares. You don't feel comfortable about what happened last night, and told your mother and sisters as such. They seemed to understand, but replied in turn that they wont be able to hold back for very long. At times, the memory of last night sickened you to the point of rushing to the toilet and actually losing the contents of your stomach. At others it aroused you to such a degree that you felt mere inches away from jumping your sisters and fucking them all day long. Extremely confused, you were given no time to sort your thoughts when the 'emergency phone' rang, TREF Commander Madeline Brandy on the line. “James, our surveillance has discovered a pack of tentacles heading your way,” she said urgently. “They're getting more intelligent – we've lost three families in the last week.” “God...,” you said, very scared now. “What can I do? How did they get them?” “We believe they used the plumbing, so I'd suggest securing all drains. We'll be able to repel them if they try a surface assault, but if one gets inside the house, call me immediately! We wont have a lot of time to save your family if they do.” “Yes, of course,” you say, already heading towards where you keep the tools. “How long do we have?” “Six hours, at least.” So you spend the next two hours nailing boards over all the drains you could, leaving the toilet for the absolute last minute. Your mother and sisters did nothing to hide their excitement and lust, begging you to let them go back to the tentacles and resorting to masturbation and sex after your refusal. Allowing them to exhaust themselves, you corral your family to the 'safe' room, locking them inside. One hour to go. TREF is usually very accurate at predicting tentacle movement and attack times. Your serrated dagger in hand, you watch anxiously as TREF officers cordon off your property, several climbing down into the sewers. Suddenly you hear it – gunfire outside. Twenty tentacles are attacking the TREF officers, poking out from the dirt. And your reminder that you didn't block the toilet came into the living room in the form of a large, purple tentacle. END CHAPTER THREE

Chapter 3 - Outbreak - Cindy Lennox

CHAPTER 3  - OUTBREAK It had happened so suddenly. Out of nowhere really. It seemed like just another cool September night in Raccoon City at Jack's Bar. Before Cindy knew it her and what survivors made it out of the bar were suddenly under attack from the neighborhood. The people had lost their minds. Attacking and killing each other in rage like some kind of crazed animals. They lost Bob on the way up to the rooftop. "Snap out of it Cindy" she told herself. "We're not out of this yet..." Mark had just pulled Jim up from the ledge of the roof from the next building over. Kevin nodded to Cindy. "You go first. I'll cover you." She nodded back to Kevin and took a deep breath preparing to leap to the other building. "I got you girl. Come on." Mark said to her as he clapped his hands together signaling for her to jump. Cindy sprinted but there was only so much momentum she could get from running in high heels and it failed her. She jumped trying to reach the rooftop and Mark was just barely able to grab her. "Shit!!" Mark cried out as he missed her hand. She screamed just grabbing onto the ledge for a second with one of here hands. Kevin reached out and yelled to her. "Cindy no!" reaching forward as if able to grab her. Her fingertips slipped away from the ledge and she fell between the buildings with her scream fading as she fell down. The others looked down from above but could see nothing in the darkness between the buildings. Cindy groaned feeling sore on her side. She had lucked out. She had fallen onto one of the alley dumpster's and with even more luck the trash was all soft enough to cushion her fall. "Am...am I really alive?" she said to herself and began rolling over off the garbage and on to the pavement. "Gah!" she held at her hip. "I hope I didn't break anything." She looked ahead where the main street and overheard shouting and gunfire. "What the hell is happening?" She slowly began walking to the other end of the alley with her eyes alert. She could not believe what she witnessed at the other end. Two men were raping a woman in the middle of the street and not far ahead a police officer was being attack by a group of others. They appeared to be mauling him. With her hand over her mouth she came out of the alley and more oout into the open. Suddenly there was a groan at her side. She quickly turned to find two deranged men running towards her with hands reaching out. She screamed out and her hands tried to cover her face when suddenly she was pulled back and a police officer stepped in front of her. "Move!" he yelled and fired his shotgun at the crazed men hitting one in the chest and taking the head clean off the other. Both went down in a shower of blood and gore. Cindy's eyes were struck wide and her shoulders trembled as she sat on her ass in terror at what had just happened. The police officer helped Cindy to her feet. "Officer Ray Douglas Miss. Are you alright?" "What the hell is going on" Cindy replied. "I've no fucking clue but this seems to be happening everywhere." Douglas tells her. A megaphone can be over heard echoing through the night. *Please reach this checkpoint immediately. If you do not we can not guarantee your safety* This is what Cindy and Officer Douglas heard. "That's only a few streets away. We have to go, now!" As he pulled at her arm. "But, the others?!" She cried to him. "There's no time we gotta go! Let's go, now!" Officer Douglas says again to Cindy and pulls her along helping her. They make their way through the doors and into a back allay but not without being noticed by what zombies were out in the street with them. Douglas quickly locks the door behind them to slow them down and buy them more time to escape. "Go, go, go!" He tells Cindy, and both sprint their way to the other end of the alley to find the next door padlocked. "Shit!". Douglas says aloud. "What are we gonna do?!" Cindy panicked to him. "Look out!" Douglas aimed his shotgun to the chain padlock and fired. The blast roared through the nightsky and Cindy covered her ears at the sound of the gunfire. He fired again and the chain was blown to pieces. Douglas kicked the door hard opening it but this victory of escape was short lived as he was shocked to discover a whole group of undead just on the other side. Cindy screamed out and backed away quickly and Douglas went to take aim but was to late. The creatures were just to close and they quickly pounced and overwhelmed him. "Get off! Get off me! Agghhh" He cried out as the zombies clawed and bit at him. Caking him in ripped flesh and blood. After taring out his throat he bled out and died before Cindy's eyes in no time. Cindy made a 180 turn but immediately ran into the arms of one of the ghouls and both fell to the ground. "Let me go! Somebody help me, please!" she screamed out as she kicked her legs and beat her arms against the man. His shirt was torn and pants missing. He stank of rot. Hell he looked dead! He pinned her down at the shoulders on her back and pushed his hips between her legs. Others began gathering around closer to the scene, eager and moaning to join in. "The man forced his tongue inside Cindy's mouth. Not trying to french kiss her but merely reach it as far as he possibly could, tasting her live flesh. Cindy could taste the dead flesh in her mouth and gases from within his body. She began gagging and kicking out. his body was so cold. "He's dead!?!! Jesus they're all dead" she heard herself yell inside here mind. "Zombies?!!! It can't be!" She cried out a moan of disgust. The zombie pulled it's tongue out from her mouth and growled suddenly. Holding her even harder. Cindy coughed and looked at him in terror, wide eyed. What was it going to do to her she thought. It roared out and suddenly began forcing her down more towards it's hips. She was startled feeling something cold but hard  rubbing against her inner thighs. She didn't need to look. She knew it was the dead man's cock and it wanted inside of her. She immediately thought of the zombies raping the woman in the street before. "God no! Please stop! No! Get off  of me!" she cried out trying to push him off but before she could say anymore she was suddenly seized by the throat from another from above. She gagged and her head leaned back to see what was ahead of her and all she got was a glimpse of this pale blue, cold hard cock as it was forced into her mouth. She moaned and gagged a little. Chocking as the zombie did not let up at all stuffing its cock into her mouth and began pumping it's hips, fucking her face. Cindy could barely mutter aloud, let alone breath easily and this creature violated her mouth. She smacked and clawed at his hips to try and fend him off but it was fruitless. It's flesh torn away under her fingernails with ease and he did not react at all. The other man still fought and now won at Cindy's waist. Forcing it's cold, undead member  beneath her skirt and pushing through her panties.. She tried to scream out being penetrated by the cold cock but her writhing only provoked the creatures instinct to fuck even more. These things cared not for love or intimacy. Just to fuck and procreate as much as possible before it's life cycle was at its end and the two zombies lack of patience shown that as they both quickened their paces fucking her at each end. They wasted no time tenderizing and bruising her beautiful, pink flesh with their undead sex. Cindy began to cry and gag at the taste of the dead mans cock in here mouth. She could taste something, something warm yet unusual. Was this it's cum? It's precum? Cindy has given head before and knows the taste but this was very different? Whatever it was it was vile and she wanted nothing more than to get away or just be dead. Anything was better than this. She hated that her body was beginning to like this. She could feel her nipples harden and although the zombies cock in her pussy was cold her pussy began to clamp at it and lubricate for it. Her body wanted this monster's seed. Both creatures now picked up pace much faster and breathed heavily. They were nearing climax. Cindy could feel it at both ends inside of her. She wanted to get away but instead her hips and legs bucked more in rhythm with the monster's movements. She moaned aloud as much as she could with her mouth stuffed full of undead cock but it was fruitless. The zombie below her grabbed at her tits, taring her shirt open a little and gave a hard thrust and groan aloud as it spilled its contaminated sperm inside of her. Cindy coughed and gagged as she felt the cock of the other dead man throbbing and pulsating at the end of her throat as it pumped it's seed in her. When it pulled out Cindy gagged and vomited. A combination of puke and green thick liquid running down her cheek onto the pavement. The other hand pulled out as well with some of it's seed staining her skirt from beneath. The zombies then shambled away as if not even noticing her now. She lied there shaking a little but soon struggling to get to her feet before any others could get to her. She noticed none were paying attention now but she wasted no time standing around. She jumped into a near by canal to escape and made her way into the sewers. She sat there for a moment in shock thinking to herself and buttoning her shirt back up. She slowly got back to her feet and limped her way through the sewer tunnels with her arm at her torso. She felt strange. It wasn't the rape exactly. Her body felt sorta, different. Finding a ladder she made her way up and back onto the street but there was nobody to be found. She knew she needed to find shelter and now. Just to the left was the Apple Inn. She limped over to it and went inside, closing the door behind her. Wet, dirty and a real mess she called out. "Anybody? Is anybody here?!" As she shook. "Ugh" she let out suddenly and pressed her palm to her belly. "What's going on?...Why?..." Again she groaned and fell back against the reception desk yet still standing. Just leaning against it. Cindy screamed and placed both hands quickly to her stomach and leaned forward. "What's happening?!! Oh my god!" She grinded her teeth together and squealed at the pain looking to her mid section watching as it began to suddenly grow and expand in size. She was pregnant she knew. Something was growing inside of her. "This isn't happening! This isn't happening!" her words echoed through the main lobby. In less than a minute her belly was overly huge, overly pregnant. Sticking out between her work skirt and shirt. She held at the desk behind her to support her new weight. She watched on in terror as something was moving inside her. Her head jerked back and she groaned aloud as whatever it was jerking forward, stretching her stomach and making her back arch. It happened again and she groaned even louder. Clamping both hands now at each side of her pregnant belly. Uncontrollably she pissed herself and groaned again with her head upwards and mouth wide opened, coughing strangely. She coughed once more very heavily then made the sound of trying to vomit and suddenly a tongue erupted upwards from her mouth followed by a shower of blood spilling all over her face. Her eyes rolled back and her body collapsed to the ground. She lied there on the floor, convulsing. The tongue slide back within Cindy's mouth and into her body. Her belly jerked forward again, splitting some. Once more and her back arched and the licker burst forward from her womb. Flickering it's tongue about and crying out as it pulled itself from from Cindy's belly. A new creature was brought into the world. 

Chapter 1 - Penny Rides the Train

"Excuse me, is this your daughter?" Penny had noticed the woman the moment she entered the train carriage. She was tall, or at least her shoes and straight, confident posture made her seem that way, dressed in business attire that was casual enough to show some cleavage. Penny wasn't very good at judging the age of people more than a few years older than herself, but when the woman started reading some papers from her briefcase she put on glasses and Penny's mother had recently started doing the same thing so she guessed that she was in her early forties. The woman had sat down across from them without giving them a second glance, much less the woman with the stroller or the older woman reading a magazine seated on opposite ends of the carriage. Penny had pretended to be busy with her phone but secretly she'd watched the woman from under her bangs. She didn't use to be this fascinated by women, by looking at their bodies. If only that had been the only thing that changed. But then the woman had put her papers away and looked at them. Penny's heart had skipped a beat when she saw the woman's gaze flick down between her legs, the way she smiled when she saw... "Oh yes, this is Penelope. Say 'Hello' to the nice lady, Penelope." Penny swallowed, too flustered to meet the stranger's gaze. "H-hello, ma'am." "So adorable. And she's a futa, I see?" Penny blushed and shifted in her seat. The question was a pure formality as her dress was, in accordance with law and custom, short enough that the tip of her penis was visible beneath the hem. She resisted the urge to cross her legs, assisted by the discreet touch of her mother's hand on her thigh. "That's right. She turned just a few months ago." Penny could hear the beaming pride in her mother's voice. She felt herself blush even more, partly over being praised in public and partly because her mother had never showed this level of pride in her before she became a futa, no matter how well she did in school, or in ballet, or with the violin, or on the volleyball team. Now all that was over with, of course. Those feverish, half-forgotten weeks when her penis emerged had changed her life for ever. Being a futa meant she wasn't meant for academics or art or sports. She was meant for... "Oh, a late bloomer! How exciting that must be!" Penny's cheeks burned again. Most girls turned in their early teens and had plenty of time to get used to their condition before anyone else was allowed to touch them, but she was almost nineteen. For some reason there were a lot of women who seemed to find it enticing that she was so inexperienced. "Do you mind if I take a closer look?" "Not at all! Penelope, be a good girl and join... what's you're name, if you don't mind me asking? I'm Carmen." "Oh, I'm so sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself! I'm Marie." Marie and Penny's mother both half-rose from their seats to shake hands. The slight shake of the carriage made them a little unsteady which drew smiles from them both. Penny sat frozen in her seat, even though she had been almost certain that this was what was coming, anticipation and embarrassment fighting to a standstill inside her. It wasn't until her mother touched her shoulder that she succeeded in defeating her paralysis and rose to her feet to stiffly cross the train carriage and sit herself down in the seat next to Marie. Penny put her hands on her thighs like she had been taught, ready to pull up the hem of her dress if that was requested and out of the way if the woman - Marie - wanted to put her hand between her legs, and she kept her knees pointed outward at a slight angle to provide easy access to any such explorations. She kept her eyes closed, unable to meet her mother's proud gaze and too embarrassed by the sensation of her penis starting to grow to look down. Marie changed her posture, turning halfway towards Penny, reaching out to draw her fingers up and down her bare arm. "That's a very pretty dress, Penelope. Is it new?" "Y-yes, ma'am. W-we bought it l-last week." Penny's mouth was dry and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. The only one watching was her mother, the woman with the the stroller having left at the last stop and the older woman still busy with her magazine, but being out in public still made Penny nervous and having someone... do things... to her where others could see was extremely embarrassing. Her mother kept assuring her she'd get used to it, but she didn't see how she could ever feel like it was normal. All the other futas she'd seen or met had turned when they were much younger, but for Penny there hadn't been any time to acclimatize. "If you've gone through the change so recently, then you still have your ribbon, yes?" "Y-yes, ma'am." "May I see it?" Penelope swallowed. "Of... of course, ma'am." Penelope gripped the hem of her dress with stiff and sweaty fingers, slowly pulling it up to reveal more of her penis, including the silk ribbon tied around it with a small bow. All futas wore the ribbon for the first year they were publicly available, as a reminder to their users that they were inexperienced and should be handled gently. Penny's ribbon was a dark red to match the accents on her otherwise pink, frilly dress. Her mother had tied it for her this morning, making sure it was tight enough to not fall off when she was soft without being too restrictive when she was hard. "Oh, that's so cute!" Marie reached down and drew the backs of her bright red nails down the shaft of Penny's penis. Penny couldn't fully suppress a shudder as her breath caught in her throat at the light touch, a deep blush burning her cheeks as she felt her member start to respond. "Such a pretty little cock. I'm sure all the other futas are jealous." Penny boggled at the thought of anyone calling the meaty appendage between her legs 'little' so she instead of trying to respond she kept quiet and focused on her breathing, struggling to keep it slow as Marie kept teasing her penis with her nails and fingertips. The older woman shifted in her seat, her breast pressing lightly against Penny's arm as she leaned in close enough for her breath to wash over Penny's bare neck. "If you only turned a few months ago you haven't had many women touch you yet, have you? Is that right, Penelope? Am I one of your first?" Penelope nodded stiffly, swallowing before she found her voice. "Y-yes, ma'am. We... we've only been o-out a f-few times." Penny felt her penis start to rise under Marie's gentle fingers, her pulse pounding in it as it swelled. Marie pressed her smiling lips against Penny's neck and pulled her dress down enough that she could kiss Penny's shoulder. "You don't need to be nervous, pretty Penelope. I'll only use my hand. But I would very much like to make you cum. Would you like that?" Marie's voice was a soft, hot whisper against Penny's skin, and she felt herself nodding. It was true, she did want to cum, in spite of the embarrassment of doing so in public. The constant worry that she would meet someone she knew, one of her friends from school or from the volleyball team, or that they would hear about how she had been used, that worry was still there but it was receding in importance, smothering under the warm, insistant, pounding need in the pit of her stomach. She was also surprised. So far, the few women she had interacted with had wanted her to jerk off for them or else just tease her to make her hard. "Y-yes, ma'am." She had never been this easily aroused before she turned. Sure, she would get turned on and masturbate from time to time, but now it happened constantly. Between her few encounters with women in public she would get uncontrollably horny and masturbate at least every few hours, sometimes one time after the other several times in a row. Marie wrapped her fingers around Penelope's slowly stiffening hard-on. She stayed true to her word, her touch very gentle as she started to move her hand up and down very slowly, languidly stroking Penelope's member. "Not so little anymore, but just as pretty. Let's see if we can't make it bigger still." Penny tried to stifle a moan as Marie did something with her fingers around the edge of the tip of Penny's cock. "Say it, Penelope. I want to hear you say it." Marie's voice was gentle but insistant. "Say you want me to make you cum." "I... I want you to make me... make me... c-cum... ma'am." Marie smiled against her neck again, then kissed her, again, again, higher each time, until she caught her earlobe between her lips, sucking it gently before letting it go. "Very good, Penelope. You're such a good girl." Penny leaned her head away from Marie to give her better access and the older woman took full advantage of this, her lips and tongue wandering up and down Penelope's neck as she kep slowly stroking her long, thick, stiffening shaft with one hand while the other played with her hair. "You really do have a beautiful cock. Once this ribbon comes off" - Marie trailed the edge of the inch wide band of silk with her fingerips - "there won't be a woman around who won't want you to stick it in her." Marie took a firmer hold of Penny's almost fully hard cock - God, she was really starting to use that word even in her own mind - and shook it playfully, then started stroking it again, a little faster now, then she slowed down and squeezed, not too hard, just enough to push a little drop of clear precum out of the tip. Marie shifted her grip and caught the drop with her thumb, then spread it over the tip of Penny's cock. The intensity of the sensation made Penny gasp and buck her hips against Marie's hand. The older woman grinned and continued to rub her thumb over Penny's sensitive glans. "Have you tasted your own cum, Penelope?" Penny shivered, both at the pleasure of what Marie was doing to her... her cock, and at her words. She had tasted her own cum, once out of curiosity and once as an accident when she had masturbated and her release had been particularly forceful and plentiful, spattering up over her chest and onto her lips. Both times she had found it simultaneously repulsive and erotic, somehow taboo and shameful. But as Marie kept rubbing her tip with her thumb, Penny found she couldn't lie to her. She bit her lower lip and nodded, her eyes tightly closed as her cheeks burned with shame again. "Don't worry, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. Some futas quite grow to like the taste of their sperm." Marie squeezed Penny's shaft again and drew her thumb over the tip, collecting another shivering, translucent drop of precum. She released her grip on Penny's cock and raised her hand, wafting the musky scent of the fluid towards Penny's nose. "Why don't you try it again? For me? I'd enjoy that very much." Penny wanted to refuse, this was just one step too far, but the combination of Marie's insistant voice, the pressure of her breast against Penny's arm, and Penny's own arousal wouldn't let her. Her lips felt numb when she parted them, but when Marie told her to stick her tongue out she obeyed. When Marie wiped her thumb over Penny's tongue she made a face at the taste, salty and strange and somehow at once disgusting and delicious, but then Marie's hand was back on her cock, stroking her fast, and the shock of pleasure every time her fingers rubbed the edge of Penny's glans overpowered her shame and revulsion, making her pant and draw the scent deep down her throat. When Penny found herself again she scrunched her face up again but before she could make to spit Marie's other hand covered her mouth. "Swallow, Penelope. Always swallow, unless you're told to spit." Penny tried to turn her head but Marie's hand followed, her voice whispering in Penny's ear. "Swallow. It's just a little drop. Swallow, and I'll let you cum right now. You're close, I can feel it. I'm sure just a little more would push you over the edge, isn't that right?" She sped up her strokes for just a moment to demonstrate her point, and Penny half-rose out of her seat as a spike of pleasure hit the pit of her stomach. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Swallow, and you can cum right now... or I can keep this going for a lot longer." Penny tried to resist, but the need and frustration she felt when Marie demonstratively slowed her strokes was too much. Besides, the droplet of precum was so diluted by her spit the taste was almost gone, so it wasn't really like she would be swallowing cum, was it? She swallowed, and Marie cooed in her ear. "That's such a good girl. Now cum for me, pretty Penelope. Cum for auntie Marie." The older woman was true to her word, her hand speeding up as she tightened her grip on Penny's cock, stroking it in quick bursts as she kissed and sucked Penny's neck and shoulder. At frist Penny thought she wouldn't be able to get there, the swirling emotions inside her frustrating her need for release, the lust and shame and embarrassment and arousal and sudden affection for this unknown woman all mixed up together, but then Marie did something with her tongue just below Penny's ear and all that went away and she felt herself thrust her hips against Marie's hand as a wave rose inside her, fell back, and then rose again, cresting as the line of fire rising from her crotch all through her body exploded. Her body tensed and released again and again as her cock pumped in Marie's stroking hand, and she heard herself cry out as she shot her load over the floor of the train carriage, spurt after spurt of her cum forced through her rock-hard shaft and ejected from her throbbing tip, the scent hitting her nostrils and reawakening the taste on her tongue. She kept cumming, and cumming, and cumming, Marie's skilled hand drawing wave after wave of ecstasy from her body even as her hard-on started to flag and her cock shrank in her grip, the ribbon chafing the suddenly sensitive skin, but the aftershocks as Marie's fingers rubbed the underside of the edge of Penny's glans were powerful enough to make her gasp and shiver. When Marie raised her hand the scent of Penny's cum hit her again she wrinkled her nose, but Marie's tongue below her ear made her gasp again, and when the older woman touched her fingers to Penny's lips she let them inside. The taste was much, much stronger now, but somehow that made it more bearable, even though the cum itself was slimy on Marie's warm fingers. The taste wasn't just stronger, but deeper, more textured, and after some hesitation she found herself sucking Marie's fingers and probing them with her tongue to find more traces of it. Marie smiled against her neck and let her continue to suck her fingers, moving them slowly in and out between Penny's lips. Then the train slowed down and Marie pulled her fingers out of Penny's mouth. "This is my stop, I'm afraid. But I hope I will meet you soon again, pretty Penelope." Marie turned Penny's face towards her and placed a warm, gentle kiss on her lips. Penny raised her hand to numbly wave goodbye as Marie picked up her briefcase and stepped off the carriage with a final smile over her shoulder. Penny shook herself and looked around. Her mother was beaming proudly at her but nobody else seemed to have taken notice of what had transpired. When she looked down she saw the mess she had made on the floor in front of her, wet spattered stains surrounding thick globs of semi-transparent cum. "Don't mind that, Penny. Someone will clean it up later. Just be careful where you step." Her mother waved her back towards her seat, and Penny gladly obeyed, snuggling up against her mother's side as she laid her arm around Penny's shoulders. "I'm so proud of you! You did so well!" Penny's mother kissed her forehead. "Maybe we should ride the train again tomorrow? Would you like that, sweetie?" Penny hesitated for a moment before nodding. She still felt embarrassed about being out in public where anyone could ask to use her at any time, but maybe... The handful of times she had been used before when she had been teased or asked to jerk off had mostly been embarrassing, but if this had been exciting and very pleasurable. If there were more women like Marie then maybe being a futa wouldn't be so bad after all.

Chapter 5 - Chapter Five

Corrupted Family Summary: Corrupted and mutated by their experience with tentacle rape, your family regularly tries to seduce you. CHAPTER FIVE Peering around the cavernous corner, you give silent prayers to thank god Commander Brandy remembered to give you a night optic. Just by pressing a button on your headpiece the darkness would come into focus, showing you every detail through the purple-lens. It has already saved you from several lethal falls. Continuing on, you're slightly surprised to have encountered no tentacles – you'd left the sewers about an hour ago and you're currently traveling through rocky tunnels, hollowed out by the hive. After several more minutes of silent walking, your foot doesn't hit ground, but instead it crashes through the liquid surface of a small pond, echoes playing loudly through the caverns. “Damn it,” you hiss, pulling your foot back and sorely wishing you watched where you were going. The pond was a small crater in the ground, perhaps about eight feet in diameter, filled to the brim with smoking, white sperm. In that instant, three thick purple tentacles burst out of the sperm pond, lashing towards you as you roll away, spraying bullets at their fist-sized heads. They're very agile, but did not expect your counterattack; one was felled quickly, cum seeping out of bullet holes along its infinite length. The other two seemed to be spooked – they blasted the rock you took cover behind with steaming streams of cum before gathering their fallen brother, retreating back into the pond. “One down, a million more to go...,” you grunt to yourself, being sure to step over the hissing sperm trails, covering the pond with your pistol. That display must have alerted the greater hive by now – you would be under siege very soon if you didn't move from this location quickly. Sprinting away down the corridor, you put a lot of distance between you and the pond before you hear loud splashing – the sound of a horde erupting from the pond. Taking a breather to reload, you glance around you at the numerous directions the tunnels take. According to Commander Brandy, Hive T52-X has never been successfully mapped – every team sent down here to either rescue or scout has never returned and designated with CBT (Captured By Tentacles). But, through experience, she was able to give you a sense of most hive layouts. There would be many entrances to the hive, most from sewers the tentacles had broken into, one of which you just came through. After the entrance tunnel would be a small cavern with many paths to choose, which is where you believe you are now. These paths tend to lead to a variety of places; namely, chambers for captured victims, birthing pens, mutation pits and nameless others. Brandy even recalled a particular chamber where the tentacles housed no people, but merely fucked themselves. You hope to find Jessica in a captured victim chamber; you don't want to think about finding her in a birthing pen or mutation pit. “Might as well start somewhere,” you say out loud, figuring if you began with the leftmost tunnel, you could always come back and picking new paths until you found her. It didn't take long for the steadily rising ground to become slicked with warm glazing of tentacle sperm, causing you to almost lose your footing on more than one occasion. Several breathless minutes of climbing later, the path levels out to a moderately sized cavern. You almost get sick. Strewn all over the floor, plastered to the walls, and dangling from the ceiling, are the countless bodies of men and women with grotesque, bloated stomachs – all pregnant and sopping with cum. Millions of purple leech-like newborn tentacles are crawling all over the crush of bodies, wriggling into any hole they could fit. Your hand flew to your mouth as you watched one delirious man help a newborn into his penis, and another hugely pregnant woman moan in delight as several slithered through her nipples. In your stupor, you didn't see the pregnant woman hanging directly above you, at least, not until she screamed out in a massive orgasmic rush. Looking up, you have no time to move as hundreds of leech-tentacles fall out of her vagina, landing on you and then splattering on the floor as you jumped away in fright. The newborns waste no time and begin crawling on you in earnest, aiming to get underneath your clothes! Panicking, you start throwing them off, but more crawl onto your feet as the woman continues to birth in front of you. Stumbling back down the tunnel, frantically throwing off the leeches, you shiver as you feel several manage to get under your pants, crawling steadily up your legs. They're all over you. You can't manage to get the rest off before you feel the newborns crawl into your butt and wrap around your cock. Falling to your hands and knees, you gag as more inch down your throat. Body temperature rising as you feel them crawl around inside you, in seconds you feel extremely overheated and without thinking beyond anything besides cooling down, you strip off your clothes, just in time to see more of the leeches crawl into your ass, leaving about ten centered at your crotch. “Oooh, god...,” you moan, only half in horror, as the leech wrapped around your cockhead slowly worms its way through your slit, sending you over the edge and spraying your orgasm around it, providing just enough lubrication for the leech to completely slide into your cock. The others quickly made to follow, and the overwhelming sensations of the newborn tentacles so completely invading you sent you over the edge; helping the last of the leeches inside your penis, you began stroking the crowded shaft, eyes rolling back in bliss as you poke two fingers up your butt, relishing the feel of the other tiny tentacles sucking your fingertips. You're burning hot right now, sweat pouring over your skin as you climax for the third time, ravishing yourself as the leeches wriggle around inside your stomach and penis. Soon after you feel a strange weight in your testicles, making you scream out in extreme pleasure; the leeches were massaging your balls, pumping out more and more cum as you screamed out in a insane crescendo of orgasmic delirium. Pounding your spasming cock even harder, you moan loudly as you watch the leeches get blown out of your penis with the powerful cum blasts, landing all around you where they seemed to curl up, almost as if sleeping. Breathing heavily, your mind slowly returns to you and the memory of why you're hear kicks you up onto wobbly feet. You need to save Jessica! Taking a hazy step forward, you double over as your cock shoot out another rope of sperm. Looking down you see three leeches wrapped around each of your balls, inside your body. Touching them only sends out another cum shot. “This is so gross,” you groan, figuring there was little you could do to get them out now. You found your clothes buried under several streaks of cum, and it made disgusting, squishing sounds as you put it back on. Luckily the gun wasn't harmed, and you still have the grenades. Taking a step forward, the sensation against your crotch triggers another orgasm, though much slighter than previous. “Oh this is gonna be just great,” you mutter sarcastically, trying to ignore the occasional rush of pleasure as you walk. Staggering out of the tunnel, back at the cross-roads, you considered your course. Its very unlikely you can explore everywhere, in the state you're in, but you have little choice and can only hope to find your sister soon. Sighing, you take the next path, which lead sharply down through several twists and turns. The sounds of a massive number of people moaning and screaming was become louder the deeper you go, until finally, after another sharp one eighty turn, you're looking at a huge cavern. Tentacles are everywhere. People are strung up every which way in midair, many others held against the walls, and even more dipped in numerous pools of steaming sperm. All being fucked in any way imaginable. A woman nearby was being bounced on a tentacle fatter than her thighs, her large breasts being pillaged through the nipples by bumpy tentacles. A little girl was on her knees, happily stroking the many tentacle heads around her as another grinds between her legs. Two tentacles were hellishly plowing a man through his butt, their heads often poking out of the poor guy's mouth. A mutated woman, who looked to have a second set of breasts, is tit-fucking ten tentacles at the same time, fucking herself with a very flexible cock that seemed to come from her ass. A group of teenagers were fingering themselves under a hugely gigantic tentacle (it had to be nearly ten feet wide!) as it showered them in a waterfall of sperm. Looking closely you swear you can make out the images of people writhing around inside the giant tentacle. Everywhere people were being mercilessly dominated by the evil creatures; the sight is sickening. But is Jessica in this pit of depravity? The answer came sooner than expected. With a squelching splash, you watched in wonder as Jessica's head broke the surface of a cum-pool not even six feet away from you! Your mouth fell open as she pulled herself out, laying on her back with an exhausted smile. Two cocks were splayed out between her legs. They're identical, but seemed to have grown by half a foot in length from her original, slightly wider too. She giggled as she directed one into her vagina, then sucking happily on the other. “Jessie,” you try to yell, but choking your voice, not wanting the tentacles to hear you. “Jessie!” She turned to you, eyes widening in surprise, before standing and running your way, her cocks dangling and very nearly dragging on the ground. She tackled you to the ground, biting lustfully at your neck while searching for the clasp on your pants, “I knew you'd come, James, I knew it! Come on, the masters need to meet you!” “No, Jessie,” you say, frantic as she pulls you up. “We have to leave! You have to come home!” Your little sister looks at you, confused, “Why?” “Because this isn't right,” you hiss urgently. “I need to bring you back home so we don't lose you again!” She smile and laughed, kissing you, leaving the faint tingle of cum on your lips, “But this is my home! It's so amazing here, James, really! The masters will take care of us, and if you stay then mom and Amanda will come here too – the masters promised me we'd be together! Why should we go back to the cold above when its so loving and warm down here?” “Jessie, listen to me,” you say, holding her slick shoulders firmly. “The tentacles are brainwashing you. They don't care about our family, the just want to use us for their own entertainment! Let me take you home!” She backed away, shaking her head, “I can't go back, James. You don't want me back, you never wanted to be with me. I only had mom and Amanda, but they were hurt by you too. You don't want me. You don't want our family like it is... you just want everything to go back to how it was.” Stricken, you can't deny the truth in her words. You had no idea that they actually cared for you so deeply, that there was something more than the physical pleasure for them. Jessica smiled sadly, turning back to the tentacles. She made it three steps before something clicked in your head, and you grabbed her arm, “Jessie... I'm sorry.” Tears were falling down her eyes as she turned back to you. Hugging her for all your worth, you whisper, “I do want to be with you, Jessie. I wont leave you here, alone. Please come back with me, and I promise to show you how much I love you.” “I love you too, James,” she whispered back. “I'm sorry that I'm like this, I know you think its gross...” You lift her chin up, troubled eyes meeting your own, “Not when its you.” And you kiss her, passionately and lovingly, holding her against the storm of madness surrounding you. Breaking away, she smiles, truly happy, “I'll show you the way out.” Leading you through hidden tunnels and passages you would never have seen without her, Jessica easily took you back to the sewers, not a tentacle in sight since the main chamber. “They knew that you weren't taking care of us,” she said, conversationally as you walked towards the right passage, merely a few minutes away from home. “They told me that they'd never let me go back to the sun, where I'd be misunderstood and neglected. They loved me, James.” You kissed her cum-spewed cheek as you stopped by the ladder, “I'm so sorry, Jessie. I'll do better, I promise.” She smiled again, hugging you before ascending to the light. END CHAPTER FIVE Author's Note: Whew, well that's the official end of the Corrupted Family story. I do have two alternate epilogues planned, so stay tuned!  

Chapter 1 - Birth of a Biohazard - Rebecca Chambers

CHAPTER 1 - BIRTH OF A BIOHAZARD Rebecca stood behind Chris in curiosity to Wesker's explanation about what was really going on here at the Spencer Estate and the truth about the situation they had all been thrown into. "Umbrella had  no real concerns about this bio-hazard given that all the staff here were chosen male scientists for specific reason trying to research the seed virus." Wesker explained to Chris. "They knew that given the situation of a possible outbreak they could handle it. That was until the RPD & you pesky STARS were given the okay to start snooping around...then I was called into action" "What are you gonna do Wesker?" Chris asked. Wesker smirked at him w/gun still pointed towards him."Although I was sent to clean up this mess I was a researcher here myself and the scientist in me must know more. Some of you STARS had to become my little piggies" Wesker's grin widened more. Chris pointed to him "You killed them yourself didn't you you son of a bitch?!" "All but the females Chris" he replied back. "The females?" Chris replied w/curiosity. "For what?" Rebecca interrupted "Sadly for you dear I only need one. Jill will do just fine." Wesker then quickly pointed the gun to Rebecca & fired. Rebecca fell upon the pain of impact and dropped to the floor. Her sight faded and all sound becoming quieter... Rebecca opened her eyes moments later and seeing CHris Redfield knelt over her came into full vision. "Rebecca?! Are you alright?!" Recebba coughed a few times and held at her vest. "I...I think I am..." "It was a good thing you were wearing your bullet proof vest. Come on, we have to get out of here" Chris helped her up and they made their way back to the elevator. Chris & Rebecca waited in silence as the elevator moved its way back to the third floor of the underground lab. Chris was reflecting upon the words Wesker had spoken to him, only after shooting Rebecca, regarding the research done there at the Spencer Estate and the creatures roaming around it. What did he mean by the effects of the virus losing it's potency? And more specifically that all the researchers who worked there whom now had become the walking dead were specifically chosen male scientists? It wasn't long in the midst of discovering this information from Wesker that he was disposed of by the abomination The Tyrant.  Chris managed to kill the creature & discover thankfully that Rebecca was still alive and they decided it was time to leave the Spencer Estate. The elevator stopped at the 3rd floor and the doors parted. Chris quickly stepped out only to be soon cut off by Rebecca. "Chris.." Rebecca called out and Chris turned to face her. "What is it?" "I read a file here in the lab." She replied. "Apparently there is still a lot of this SEED virus here. We should blow this whole place up!" Chris gave Rebecca a pat at the arm. "Your right. The show must go on. I have to get Jill. Can I leave this up to you Rebecca?" Rebecca nodded & smirked to him eager to show her superior officer that she was reliable despite her teen appearance. After the shot from Wesker Rebecca's pride was hit some what & she didn't want to feel like dead weight. With confidence in her voice "I'm on it" she replied back to Chris. "I'll set the self destruct I found earlier." "It's not like we're out of this yet. See you on the outside" Chris said to her with a smile. Rebecca Smirked back and replied "Outside". Chris and Rebecca parted ways in the hall. Chris going through the double doors to the main hall of the lab and Rebecca on her way to the generator room. Unknown to both Chris and Rebecca something had been watching them, stalking them there in the hall. It hid in the dark of the ceiling waiting for a moment to strike. It followed Rebecca into the generator room from above just above the ceiling grates to conceal itself and move around. Rebecca knew the self destruct mechanism was at the end of the 3rd generator room having explored the area earlier. It was loud, hot and noisy. She could hardly hear her own breath as she sprinted through making her way to the next door into the second generator room. Unfortunately for her the loud noise of the machinery also masked the clatter of the creature stalking her from above as it followed her from room to room waiting for the moment to strike. It rushed ahead to the next room before she could. Rebecca opened the last door which took her into the third generator room and eagerly ran inside. Her heart was racing and face was caked with sweat and dirt. She was a bit fatigued from the nightmare she had been fighting to survive in throughout the night but it would soon come to an end. She ran around the large machinery in the middle of the room and found the control panel and monitor she had discovered earlier. Thanks to solving a hidden message in the x ray room of the lab she knew the code to bypass the lock and set the self destruct mechanism. She eagerly began pressing away at the keyboard. Everything was set. All there was now was to press enter and the countdown would begin to set this hellhole into a blaze of glory. Unknown to Rebecca something began reaching down from the ceiling from her. Something reaching out from the shadows only partially illuminated by yellow light bulbs of the power room. Rebecca saw the shadow cast over the monitor and keyboard realizing something was behind her. She spun quickly reaching for the Beretta in her holster but by the time she spun around a hand had grabbed her by the neck and with ease lifted her from her feet and up towards the ceiling. In panic she had dropped her gun as the creature pulled her up. She cried out but it was fruitless as the noise from the machinery in the power room blocked out most other sound. The monster let out and inhuman screech. Rebecca's face was fixed in terror as she could now see her capture before very eyes. Nothing like she had encountered previously within the nightmarish Spencer Estate. What the hell was this creature was the only sane thought she could think as she struggled to get free from its grip. "Let go of me!" Rebecca cried out as her feet kicked about in the air. The creature screeched again as it  held her. Suddenly another limb sprung down, even longer and with a scythe like claw at the end. It wasted no time taring away at the young medic officer's pants and torso. Rebecca screamed out in pain as she felt the monster's claw cut at her legs. Shredding away her cargo pants and exposing more of her bare but bloodied skin caused by her attacker. Despite her deadly ordeal she reached again to her waste and pulled from her stun gun and quickly jerked her arm up towards the creature she could hardly make out in the darkness and shocked it. Screeching loud it released Rebecca and she fell to the floor, knocking the wind out of her as she laid there on her back. The creature then dropped down only a few feet from Rebecca's feet with it's back turned, shaking off the shock to its body.  Rebecca lifted her head and now saw the monster in the light. It was horrific. It stood like a man but barely resembled one. She could tell from it's multiple appendages and abdomen it was something insectoid. This was the Chimera. Rebecca quickly looked about for her handgun and finally noticed on the floor a few feet away from her head. She quickly tried to crawl towards it on her hands and knee's but the creature quickly turned and swing its claw, catching Rebecca's shoulder, easily slashing away one of the straps to her vest and gashing her shoulder. Rebecca cried out in pain as she felt her warm blood begin to soak the clothing around her shoulder and run down her arm.  Tears began to run down her face. "God help me!" She cried out.  The pain was to great. She couldn't move that arm without pain shooting through her body. She began to believe that this is where she was going to die. The creature soon skittered over to her. She looked back and trembled in fear, expecting the end to come. She watched as it's head shot back about left to right and again quickly as it examined her before it. She felt the end was near. Suddenly it made a hiss like nothing she had heard from it before. She looked on as she noticed the creatures abdomen begin to convulse and throb when suddenly from the tip erupted a dark blue, large phallic shaped member. Her eyes shot wide realizing immediately what it was. She cried out "No!!!" and desperately tried to crawl away from the creature towards her gun but it quickly ceased her, pouncing upon her back. "Please no! Not this!!! Just fucking kill me!" she cried out as the Chimera's smaller arms grabbed at her torso and hips, pulling her ass up towards it's abdomen. Rebecca screamed out "Help m--" but it was soon cut off as the creatures claw ceased her throat, cutting off her cry for help and slightly cutting her neck. She coughed for a moment as she chocked slightly from the pressure of the large claw at her neck. The creature hissed again as began prodding the thick blue member at Rebecca's ass, trying to find entrance to her cunt. There was very little she could do to fight back from the monster due to her current injuries and blood loss. She was weak. The Chimera growled and found its way to Rebecca's cunt just outside her panties thanks to her torn up pants. She coughed out one more time in an attempt to cry out for help but the creature pressed forward its abdomen with no sense of  gentleness, ripping through Rebecca's panties and penetrating her young, virgin cunt. Rebecca's eyes widened and her nails clawed the concrete floor as she felt the creatures member stretch through and carve all the way deeply inside her, immediately pushing against her cervix. All she wanted now was to die. Just to be away from this hell. The bug man like monster began panting in a inhuman tone as it pumped it abdomen back and forth inside Rebecca's cunt. The creatures viral pre-cum sent a warm sensation through Rebecca's loins. The creature thrust again and Rebecca released a moan of pleasure. She realized this. She was at shock with her self that here body was giving into this. Giving into its primal urges. The creature began to pick up pace. Rebecca's ass cheeks began to bounce at rhythm with the creatures thrusts. It began to press its claw harder to her throat, chocking her more. Rebecca was beginning to not breath and began to soon begin seeing blots of black in her vision and yet more sensation came over her with it. Her instincts taking some control. Here pussy began clamping onto the Chimera's cock. She coughed a few more times struggling to breath and here eyes began to roll upwards and jaw hang open. Her hand reaching out towards nothing in front of her. Panting what little she could for both breath and from pleasure. Her mind was clouded The creature growled and Rebecca felt it's member inside her suddenly knot inside her pussy. The quick growth becoming fully stuck within her virgin sex.  The pain went up her spine and was to great. Her eyes rolled up more and she released a gasp. Rebecca had fainted. The creature continued to rape her now what appeared lifeless body in its grip. It fucked her fastley. Punshing her cervix with its throbbing, cum filled blue member. It punished at her cervix eagerly. Determined to fulfill it's instinct. It's desire to dominate and breed. Although she was not conscious her body was obeying to the Chimera's movement. Clamping down, desiring to take it it's contaminated sperm. It hissed out and pressed one final time, pumping its viral seed inside Rebecca's womb. A green, slime like cum ran down Rebecca's inner thighs and she lied there unconsciously within the creatures grip. It hissed out as if in glory. Having been able to spread its seed, to fulfill it's natural role in life. "Rebecca" *faintly* "Rebecca can you hear me?" *louder* Rebecca weakly opened one of her eyes and slowly she was able to interpret what was going on around her. The sound of a helicopter engine roaring away as it was descending upon the helipad of the RPD. "I thought we lost you kid" Chris said to her and held her hand as she lied on the seats of the helicopter. The copter touched down and paramedics were already awaiting with stretcher at hand. Jill helped Rebecca into Chris's arms and he carried her some until the paramedics took over and strapped Rebecca into the stretcher. "We'll take this from here sir." One of them said to him. They began lifting her up into the ambulance and Chris shot a thumbs up at her and said "You did good kid. I'm proud of ya." With only one eye open and what little strength she had left she was about to give Chris a thumbs up back in reply. The ambulance sirens blared and the vehicle was now on its way to Raccoon Hospital. Inside the back of the ambulance one of the paramedics was giving Rebecca a shot as she rested w/her head aaside and eyes closed. At last she escaped that nightmare.. Rebecca squinted her brow for  a moment, and then again a little harder and let out a small groan of discomfort. "Your gonna be alright." The paramedic said to her as he took notice. Her eyes began to open and she began to breath heavier slowly. Her grunting got louder until suddenly her eyes shot open and she threw her head back and screamed. The paramedic's took her hands and tried to hold her arms down. Her body was convulsing and legs trying to kick as much as they could restrained in the stretcher. "NO!!!!" Rebecca cried out in pain. Tears ran down her face and she dug her nails into the hand of the one paramedic. The button to her pants suddenly broke and sprung off. The paramedic was in fright and shock as he began watching the young medics belly begin to grow and expand. "God!!! Get it out of me!!! Please, someone help me!!!" Rebecca cried out. Now in terror both paramedics cried out in fear. "What the fuck is going on back there?!" The driver screamed back. Rebecca's belly was now quickly what looked 8 months pregnant. She grinned her teeth hard. The pain was unbelievable. Her belly contorted, moved and stretched more and suddenly she jerked her head back and arched her back. Something inside was pushing. Trying to get out. "Oh my god, oh my god!!!" The paramedic screamed out. Finally after another squeal of pain  her belly tore at the center and blood sprayed about the back of the ambulance. Another arch of her back and the creature within pushed all the way through. Showering the interior with blood and guts. Rebecca laid there . Her eyes baring no more spark of life. The Drain Deimo's pulled itself free and immediately attacked the paramedics, wasting no time on it's prey. Hearing the inhuman screech from behind the driver turned back again in shock seeing the monster in the back of the vehicle. Not paying enough attention to the road in front of him he was met with a red stop light. Not being able to react in time and to avoid the car from oncoming traffic he jerked the wheel fast and the ambulance fell down the embankment and into the Raccoon City reservoir. END OF CHAPTER

Chapter 7 - Epilogue B [Part One]

Corrupted Family Summary: Corrupted and mutated by their experience with tentacle rape, your family regularly tries to seduce you. EPILOGUE B – TENTACLES [Part One] Following Jessica out of the sewer grate, you can't help but admire how unconcerned she is letting the neighbors see her; naked, cum drenched, and sporting two massive cocks, mothers rushed their children indoors and fathers yelled insulting words, but she took it all in stride, holding your hand as you walked home together. Turning the corner to your street, your heart skips a beat at the sight just down the road.TREF officers have roadblocks set up, launching gas grenades and firing nonstop at what appears to be your house! Running up to Commander Brandy, you make it just in time to hear, “Hold the fucking line! We can't let them spread out; where's that damn backup?!” “Commander,” you yell over the gunfire, as Jessica quivers next to you, “what's going on?!” Sparing you a quick glance, she explained, “About five minutes ago the tentacles launched a huge assault on the property. We lost six good officers to reach this position and – JOHNSON WATCH YOUR GODDAMN FLANK! – and they're hellbent on something, they just wont back down.” “And my family,” you ask, trying to ignore your sister as she moans, fucking herself with one of her cocks. Brandy didn't answer right away, but with a sigh said, “Lost. They were pulled to the sewers before we even knew the house was under attack.” Stunned cold, you can only stare as the Commander orders her troops, shelling the encroaching tentacles with a rain of bullets, pushing them back for only a few minutes before they surged forward again, blasting the roadblocks with searing jets of cum. Jessie was tugging on your shirt, softly calling your name. “What is it Jessica,” you ask, unable to turn away from the writhing mass of purple tentacles that infested your home. “I can hear them...,” she whispered, seemingly unable to stop shaking. “I can hear them moving... just below...” You don't understand right away, but as the ground beneath you starts to shake, it clicks and you grab your sister's hand, pulling her away from the street. Not a second later a huge mass of tentacles erupt just underneath the TREF officers' feet, hoisting the entire force into midair, shredding their uniforms as they begin raping everyone in sight. The street is still shaking, and Jessica slips from your grip with a joyful scream – looking back you're horrified to see a fat tentacle had broke through the ground, now pumping itself inside Jessica's pussy. “Jessie,” you yell, lunging for your sister, only to be caught by several tentacles as the middle of the road begins to cave in, revealing a enormous, slithering orgy of the creatures. Your clothes are ripped off, and suddenly you're stuffed – a thick tentacle plowing down your throat and three more wedged painfully in your ass. You can't think, you can't even see, all you know is the feeling of the powerful, infinite lengths of the tentacles abusing your body, tossing you around like a rag doll, pumping buckets and buckets of burning hot cum into your stomach. You feel completely violated. Broken. Beaten. Despair. Darkness. Warmth. Pain becomes a pleasure, all you see is a waterfall of steaming cum, all you want is another tentacle in your butt, and when you at last open your eyes you find yourself in a dark room, simply hanging, upside down, in the air, along with many other people. “Wh-where am I...,” you ask of the silence, trying to find some familiarity in this dark, moist world. Peering through the gloom, you think you recognize the woman hanging near you, and after a minute it comes to you, “Commander Brandy!” She twitches but doesn't answer. You gasp as your vision clears – she, and many others around you, is being held by a strong looking, dark blue tentacle. She isn't being fucked, from what you could tell, but cum is constantly streaming out of her open mouth and gaping vagina. “Oh my god,” you mutter, terrified as you look around. Hanging in this room is the entire platoon of the TREF officers stationed to your region. All naked, all looking like Brandy, with sperm flowing from any viable orifice. You hear movement above you. Looking up you whimper to see three, white tentacles descending slowly towards you. Its difficult to struggle in your position, but you try anyway as they get closer, not wanting the foul creatures anywhere near you, naked as you are. But its hopeless. The largest of the tentacles toys with your butt, probing your clenched hole with a warm, much-too-large head. The others wrap around your body, one pushing lightly against your lips as the other prods your penis. With little preamble, the largest slowly, agonizingly, pushes into your butt, spreading your legs apart with its girth. As it hits the entrance to your stomach, the one at your penis presses down on your propped up erection, sheathing it with its own shaft, fucking itself on you as the big one pulls slightly back. You can't help but moan, allowing the final tentacle into your mouth where it immediately began slithering down your throat, thrusting all the way. The tentacle in your ass forces it way forward, bulging your eyes out as it barrels into your stomach, distending your skin tightly across its large head. Hot cum begins to fill you, pumping from both tentacles inside you, stretching your stomach even more until you're completely full, the cum overflowing out your mouth, nose and anus. Your eyes roll up as you feel the two tentacles connect in your stomach, wriggling around inside you as the other sheathing your cock blasts its own steaming sperm over your sensitive penis. The treatment seems to go on forever. Minutes, hours, days, weeks, soon it didn't matter, in the grasp of these three tentacles you lost all track of time, slowly morphing into their slave, wanting only to keep pleasuring you masters. Suddenly the blue tentacle suspending you unwinds, sending your body crashing into the deep lake of warm tentacle sperm below. The lake begins to churn, and you're pulled down through a hole at the bottom, sliding through the rapids of the cum-river until you're deposited in a large chamber with people and tentacles literally as far as the eye could see. You're in a medium sized cum-pool, not as large as the one you woke up above, perhaps about a quarter its size. Your masters are slithering around your feet, so you spread your butt cheeks for them, rewarded as two tentacles quickly find their home inside you. The edge of the pool not too far away, you swim to the side, pulling a stunning girl down on your cock, her tongue wrestling with your own as the tentacles pummel your ass. Barely lasting five minutes, you groan as your climax erupts in her womb, which is already swimming in tentacle sperm, but it doesn't stop you and you keep thrusting, even as a new tentacle wraps around your neck and drags both of you under the surface of the cum-pool. Barely able to see, but strangely still capable of breathing, you pull out of the girl and blindly try poking for her butt, soon finding it already occupied by a tentacle. A pair of hands pulls you away from her and on to shore, a woman was mammoth-sized breasts hugging you. “James,” she gasped as the tentacles retreated from your stomach. “I can't believe I found you!” Peering dazedly at her, something ticks at the back of your mind, and you exclaim in surprise, “Amanda? You're here too?” She giggles, “Of course, silly! Mom and Jessie are in the breeding chamber, but the masters told us you were accepted into the Hive. They can't wait to see you!” Just then a man nearby decided you looked lonely, pulling your heads in to his hips, six tentacle-like cocks wrapping around you and your sister's necks. She wasted little time and pulled one into her mouth, jerking off two more as one of the man's cocks snaked around your own, pulling at your sensitive erection as you followed your big sister's example, stroking the remaining two. Seconds later the masters are pulling you and Amanda away from the man, various ropes of his climax painting over your skin, you ask, “Where are they taking us?” “You're going to a mutation pit,” she yelled back, being pulled further away. “I'm going to join mom and Jessie! See you soon!” Shuddering in anticipation, the tentacle drops you through a hole, where you land in a small enclosure, the ground a fleshy-white mass, three other people splayed out on the floor. The first you see is a young girl, knocked out, a shockingly long, thin tongue draped over her small body. The others are two middle aged women, currently rubbing their pussies together, but seemingly normal otherwise. The ground begins seeping a musky, black liquid, extremely sticky and weirdly heavy, you can't keep your balance and fall into the muck. As it rises above your head, a sudden, burning hot sensation rips through your flesh and centers on your penis – your agonized screaming unheard by the others as you feel your brain shutting down, consciousness evaporating away... EPILOGUE B – TENTACLES [Part One] Author's Note: Since this wont be part of the main story, I'm going to include a Part Two, wrapping up what happens to James and his family while in the clutches of the Hive. Stay tuned!  

Chapter 1 - Practical Sex-Ed: Lauren's Mom

"Hello class, and welcome back to practical sex-ed." "Hello Miss Winters!" "Last week we covered cunnilingus, as I'm sure you all remember. I hope you've all been practicing diligently." "Yes, Miss Winters!" "Today we are moving on to fellatio so I've asked Mrs. Larsen to assist me with the practical exercises. You can come in now, Mrs. Larsen!" "Hello everyone!" "Mom?!" "Hi Lauren! Surprise!" "As some of you already knew Mrs. Larsen is Lauren's mother." "Mom, what are you doing here?" "I couldn't very well say no when your teacher asked me to help her with the class, honey." "Yes, as I was saying I've asked Mrs. Larsen to assist me. We will begin with a demonstration followed by some practical exercises. Is that clear to everyone?" "Yes, Miss Winters!" "Good. Now, we covered kissing a few weeks back but I think we could do with a refresher. Lucy, please come up here." "Yes, Miss Winters!" "Very good. Now give Mrs. Larsen a kiss." "Just, like, a regular kiss or...?" "Any way you like." "Don't worry, sweetie, I've kissed plenty of girls before." "Mo-om!" "Lauren, please be quiet during the demonstration." "But-but-but-" "Quiet, Lauren. You're disturbing the class." "But that's my mom kissing my best friend!" "Be that as it may, unless you have a question you'll need to be quiet." "But-but-but-" "If you continue to interrupt I'll have to bring out the ballgag. You don't want that, do you?" "But..." "Do. You?" "...No, Miss Winters." "So you'll be quiet from now on?" "Yes, Miss Winters." "Good. Class, notice how Lucy and Mrs. Larsen have proceeded from kissing to caressing each other. See how their hands are moving? The light, gentle touches? This is typical for early foreplay." "I hope I'm not moving too fast?" "No, Mrs. Larsen, this is quite alright. Lucy, are you comfortable? Since this is your first time making out with Mrs. Larsen I want to remind you that you can always use the safe words to ask her to slow down, pause, or stop." "Uhm, actually..." "Well..." "Yes, Mrs. Larsen?" "Well, last Thursday Lucy came over looking for Lauren when she was at volleyball practice and she wanted to practice kissing, and I couldn't very well say no to that." "Most reasonable." "Mom!" "This is your last warning, Lauren." "And on Sunday I returned a book I had borrowed from her mother and Lucy was home alone..." "How fortuitous. I assume you continued your kissing practice?" "Oh, we did a bit more than kissing, didn't we, Lucy?" "We sure did, Mrs. Larsen!" "Lucy!" "Lauren, I gave you your final warning. You've given me no choice. Madison, fetch the restraints." "Yes, Miss Winters!" "B-b-but Miss Winters..." "No more buts, Lauren! This is an important part of the curriculum and I will not put up with your childish antics!" "Here, Miss Winters." "Ah, thank you, Madison. Mrs. Larsen, if you would be so kind as to assist me in applying these to Lauren?" "Of course, Miss Winters." "Mom?!" "I'm sorry honey, but you are being unreasonably disruptive." "Just so. If you'll hold her arms for the sheath, please?" "Like this?" "Yes, excellent. Thank you, Mrs. Larsen. Just let me tighten the cords... How's that, Lauren? Not too tight, I hope?" "Of course it's too tight! I can't move my arms at all!" "But you can still feel your hands?" "Y-yes, b-but..." "Then it's just right. Now hand me the gag please, Madison." "Here you go, Miss Winters." "Thank you. Now Mrs. Larsen, if you'll just hold up Lauren's hair... yes, just like that." "Mom!" "Hush, honey. Just open wide for the ball." "Mo-mpf!" "Excellent. Thank you, Mrs. Larsen." "Happy to help. I'm sorry Lauren is being so difficult." "I think we have it handled now. Lauren, please follow along. I suspect this won't be the last time you'll see your mother making out with one of your classmates." "I should hope not." "Mpmf!" "There, not nearly as distracting. Shall we continue, Mrs. Larsen?" "By all means." "Very well. If you would undress, please?" "Of course." "Lucy, unless I mistook the implication previously, I believe you have already had some experience with fellating Mrs. Larsen?" "Yes, Miss Winters." "Mpmf!" "Excellent. Then you can stay here with Mrs. Larsen but you don't need to undress." "Yes, Miss Winters." "Class, be quiet, please. I can hear from the whispers and giggling that now that Mrs. Larsen has fully disrobed, you have observed that unlike you and me she is a futa. As I have mentioned in an earlier class, futas only make up around ten percent of the population with the rest of us being...? Misty." "Femmes, Miss Winters?" "Exactly, femmes. The main difference between futas and femmes is that futas have a penis, also called their member or, in less clinical language, their dick or cock." "She said cock!" "Oh my god!" "It's so big!" "Look at Madison, she's practically drooling!" "Am not!" "Class! Settle down!" "Madison is hot for Lauren's mom!" "I'm not!" "Then why are you blushing?" "Settle! Down!" "I'm not b-blushing!" "Madison? Do you have something to contribute to the lesson?" "Eep! N-no, Miss, Winters! Sorry, Miss Winters!" "Good. I won't put up with all this gasping and tittering over perfectly ordinary words. Since you seem unused to the colloquial terms I shall endeavor to overcome this deficiency by primarily utilising them from now on, and anyone I catch giggling will get gagged with no second warning. Is that understood?" "Yes, Miss Winters." "Very well then. Let's continue. As I was saying, the main difference between futas and femmes is that futas have a dick or cock. They also tend to be a bit taller and more broad-shouldered. With some rare exceptions, they lack a vagina and therefor also the internal femme reproductive organs like the womb. Those who do have a vagina usually lack the otherwise typical testes, or balls. What conclusion would you draw from this about Mrs. Larsen, Quinn?" "Uhm... that she probably doesn't have a vagina?" "Because?" "Uh... because she has, uh, testa... testo... uh, balls, Miss Winters." "Is Quinn's conclusion correct, Mrs. Larsen?" "Yeah, I just have this." "As you can probably tell, Mrs. Larsen's cock is not yet fully engorged. Mrs. Larsen, I believe it would be instructive to the students if they were allowed a closer look. If you would be so kind as to make a quick circuit around the room and give everyone a chance to observe your cock up close that would be most helpful." "Sure thing!" "Feel free to touch it, but be gentle!" "Ooh, it's so warm!" "Is it okay if I squeeze it?" "Can I touch your balls?" "Go on, kiss it!" "Hands only, class!" "The skin is so soft!" "Does this feel good?" "Alright, that's enough for now. Please return to the front of the class, Mrs. Larsen." "I didn't get to touch it!" "Quiet, girls. You'll all get your chance soon enough." "Mpf!" "I believe this little exercise has had a rather invigorating effect on Mrs. Larsen, isn't that right?" "Yeah, I haven't been groped by a classroom full of pretty girls since I was in school myself." "Mpf!" "Class, as you can see Mrs. Larsen's dick is now almost fully erect. If you would please position yourself here..." "Like this?" "Yes, face that way so they can see your profile." "Should I sit on your desk?" "No, just lean against it for now." "Like this? I've never done this for show before. Well, not often." "Mpmf?!" "Now Lucy, if you would take this cushion and kneel in front of Mrs. Larsen." "Yes, Miss Winters." "Mrs. Larsen, would you be so kind as to give Lucy directions on how to proceed?" "For sure." "And please keep in mind that even though this isn't her first time, she is a beginner." "Of course." "Class, those of you in the back may stand up and move closer if you can't see properly, but stay behind the first row, please." "Yes, Miss Winters!" "Please proceed." "Okay, Lucy. Remember what I said the other day, that you can stop anytime you want." "O-okay, Mrs. Larsen." "And it's okay to be nervous." "Okay." "Now, take your hand and place it on my shaft. Grip it firmly but don't squeeze. Yes, that's good." "Should I stroke it like I did last time?" "Please do. Yeah, that's good." "Class, note that the glans, the tip, is the most sensitive part by far. The main source of pleasure for a futa is stimulation of that part of the penis, but just like a clitoris it's very sensitive so touching it directly with your fingers without proper lubrication is not recommended." "Don't look so worried, Lucy, You're doing it right." "O-okay." "Now open your mouth. You can lick it a bit first, if you want." "Like this?" "Yeah, just like that." "Observe how Lucy shifts between focusing on the tip and licking other parts of Mrs. Larsen's cock and recall the notes we made about similar techniques in cunnilingus." "Now take it inside your mouth. Yeah, suck on the tip, just like that." "Miss Winters?" "Please hold your questions until after the demonstration, Olivia." "Sorry, Miss Winters." "Keep stroking. Good, that's nice. Have you been practicing since last time?" "Just a little, with one of my toys." "Don't sneer, Quinn! Practicing your fellatio skills on a dildo, especially a life-like one, is very valuable. In fact, I want you all to spend at least ten minutes doing that during one of your daily masturbation sessions for the next week." "Are you ready to go deeper?" "Uh, I think so?" "Don't worry, I won't push." "While the tip is the most sensitive part and direct tongue stimulation is ideal, many futas enjoy it when you take more of their cock into your mouth." "What, like deepthroating?" "Please don't interrupt, Melanie." "Sorry, Miss Winters." "Deepthroating is a bit advanced for girls this young, isn't it?" "Quite right, Mrs. Larsen. Some may have a natural talent for it, but it's not something we will practice in this class. Girls, watch how Lucy moves her head up and down while stroking Mrs. Larsen's shaft with her hands. This is a method you should all learn." "Am I doing it right, Mrs. Larsen?" "Yeah, Lucy, you're doing great." "Now that Lucy had demonstrated some basic techniques, I think it's time for everyone else to have a chance to practice." "Mpf!?" "Well, everyone except Lauren, of course. Form a line girls. No pushing!" "Should I...?" "You can go back to your seat, Lucy. You can practice your masturbation, or you could do some cunnilingus practice with Lauren if you prefer." "Mpf!" "Olivia, you're first up. Kneel on the cushion, remember what Lucy showed you, and let Mrs. Larsen guide you." "Like this, Mrs. Larsen?" "Yeah, that's good, Olivia. Stroke me and open your mouth." "Lige thi?" "You don't have to stick your tongue out unless you're going to hold Mrs. Larsen's cock against it while you stroke it." "Do you want to try that? Okay, good. Yeah, like that." "You can alternate between this and sucking her if you wish, Olivia." "Mmm, yeah, that feels great. Suck me harder. Good, just like that." "Miss Winters?" "What is it, Lucy?" "Lauren keeps closing her legs when I try to practice cunnilingus on her." "Lauren, what are we to do with you? Lucy, fetch the restraining straps." "Mpf!" "Well done, Olivia. Now come help me and Lucy with the straps. Quinn, you're next up to fellate Mrs. Larsen." "Here are the straps, Miss Winters." "Thank you, Lucy. If you and Olivia each hold one of Lauren's legs and spread them... now I'll just tighten the straps around here... and here..." "Mpf!" "There! Now you can both go ahead and practice on Lauren until Quinn is done with her turn with Mrs. Larsen." "You're doing great, Quinn. You don't have to go that deep if you don't want to, but it feels amazing." "I, uh, I kinda like it? Like, feeling it there in the back and knowing you're enjoying it is... kinda hot?" "Then please continue, 'cause like I said, it feels amazing." "Thank you, Mrs. Larsen!" "I'm afraid Quinn will have to practice choking herself at another time. Misty, you're next." "Ew, it's all slimy!" "It seems Quinn's enthusiastic attempts at deepthroating has left you with some natural lubricant. That should make using your hands more pleasurable for Mrs. Larsen." "Really?" "Oh, for sure. I love it when someone uses their fingers on me when I'm this well lubed, especially here on the tip." "I thought we weren't supposed to touch that?" "Unless?" "Uhm... Right! Unless we had plenty of lube!" "Exactly." "So, uhm, what do I do, Miss Winters?" "Don't ask me, ask Mrs. Larsen. It's her penis." "Misty, was it?" "Yes, Mrs. Larsen." "Well, you can slide your fingers over it... yeah, like that... or you can mash it a bit, but not too hard. Here, let me show you. Feel that?" "Yeah." "Good, just like that. And if you slide your fingers right under the edge..." "Like this?" "Oh yeah, exactly like that. That feels really good." "Please proceed to fellating Mrs. Larsen's cock now, Misty. Your classmates are waiting." "Yes, Miss Winters." "Misty, try doing the same things with your tongue as you just did with your fingers." "Okay, Mrs. Larsen. I'll try that." "Lucy, Olivia, I see you're still practicing on Lauren." "Yes, Miss Winters. We want to make her cum before we stop." "Very good, carry on." "Yes, Miss Winters." "That's very good, Misty, slide your tongue around my tip again like that. Yeah, that feels really nice." "I think Misty should join Quinn for some kissing practice now. Your turn, Madison." "Yes, Miss Winters." "You've watched the others so you know what to do." "Yes, Miss Winters." "Very good, Madison. Your mouth feels really nice on my cock." "Thank you, Mrs. Larsen." "Don't stop sucking Mrs. Larsen's cock, Madison." "Mmkay, Msh Ingerch." "I love your hair, Madison. Is it okay if I touch it?" "Mm-hm." "Watch how Mrs. Larsen is using her hand to guide Madison's movements while maintaining eye contact. This lets her show Madison how to give her the most pleasure while making sure she's not causing her any discomfort." "Fuck, Madison, that feels so good. You're a natural cocksucker." "Judging from Mrs. Larsen's flushed face and more colorful language I believe she's getting close to her first climax. Is this correct, Mrs. Larsen?" "Fuck yeah, if pretty little Madison here keeps sucking my cock this well I'm gonna cum right in her fucking mouth!" "Madison, are you okay with Mrs. Larsen ejaculating into your mouth?" "Mm-hm!" "Very good. Just keep following Mrs. Larsen's instructions." "Suck me hard, Madison, oh yeah, just like that. Fuck! Fuck, I'm gonna cum! Open your mouth!" "Observe how Mrs. Larsen has pulled her cock out of Madison's mouth and is now stroking it herself. This is fairly common when a futa is close to orgasm after receiving fellatio as she typically needs more direct stimulation and knows best herself how to achieve the most satisfying climax." "Oh fuck! Oh fuck, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" "Oh wow!" "Look at all that sperm!" "It's all over her face!" "Ooh, she put it back in her mouth!" "Calm down, girls." "Oh fuck, Madison. Yeah, keep sucking it. Swallow my cum. Keep sucking, don't stop." "As you can see, Mrs. Larsen is giving Madison clear verbal instructions. Not all futas are as good at communicating their desires so you'll need to learn to observe their reactions to see what they want." "Open your mouth. Yeah, lick that off the tip. Now swallow." "Many futas enjoy watching someone swallow their semen, as seems to be the case with Mrs. Larsen. You're under no obligation to do this if you don't enjoy it, but I think the taste agrees with you, Madison?" "Uhm, yeah, Miss Winters. It's a bit salty but not bad." "Very good, Madison. If anyone else wants a taste, there's plenty left over on Madison's face." "Me!" "I want to try it!" "Mpf!" "Calm down, girls! Stay in line, take your turn." "Whew, that was great!" "Mpf!" "A most able demonstration, Mrs. Larsen. Will you be able to provide another?" "With these cuties sucking me? Sure, just give me a few minutes to catch my breath." "Mpf! Mmmpf!" "Lauren, please stop complaining... Oh, nevermind. It seems that was just an orgasm. Well done, Olivia!" "Thank you, Miss Winters!" "Alright, everyone pair up for kissing or cunnilingus while Mrs. Larsen recovers. Madison, go wash up now that everyone's had a chance to taste Mrs. Larsen's sperm." "Okay, Miss Winters." "Lucy, let Olivia rest and see if you can't make Lauren climax again." "Yes, Miss Winters!" "Miss Winters! Everone else is paired up." "Alright, Quinn. Ask Mrs. Larsen if she's willing to practice kissing with you." "Of course, Quinn! Let me see if you kiss as well as you suck cock." "Mpf! Mmmpf!" "Another orgasm from Lauren already? Well done, Lucy!" "Thank you, Miss Winters!" "Perhaps now she is mellow enough not to get upset that Mrs. Larsen has also agreed to assist with the vaginal intercourse lecture next week." "MPF?!" "Apparently not. I'll make a note to keep the restraints handy."

Chapter 1 - Chapter One

Holly poked her head into her daughter Madison's room. Madison is there with her classmate Linda. "Hey sweetie, I'm home! "Hi Mom!" "Hi Mrs. Booker!" "Hello, Linda. Are you girls studying?" "No Mrs. Booker, we're just watching some videos." "You're done with all your school work?" "Yes, Mom." "Good. Then you can give me a hand, Madison." "Uh, can't it wait? I don't want to leave Linda all alone." "I'm sure Linda can handle being alone for a few minutes. It shouldn't take long." "But Mo-om!" "No buts, young lady!" "I'll be fine, Maddy." "See? Linda will be fine." "Ugh, okay, fine!" --- XXX --- Ten minutes later Linda goes looking for the bathroom. She hears an odd noise from Holly's bedroom, and since the door isn't closed she peeks inside, spotting Holly sitting at the foot of her bed with Madison kneeling between her legs. "That's good, sweetie. Keep sucking Mommy's cock." "Mmf?" "Yeah, go faster. That's good, baby. Oh, hi Linda!" "Mmmf!" "Oh, uh, hi Mrs. Booker! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snoop." "It's fine, sweetie. Madison's just giving me a blowjob to help me relax after work." "Oh, uhm, okay." "Mo-om! I-" "Shush, honey. No talking until Mommy cums. Open up. Good, now keep sucking." "Mmf!" "Honestly, I don't know why Madison's so shy about this. I mean, you go down on your mother, right Linda?" "Uh, no, not really." "Huh. You should. I'm sure she'd appreciate it." "Mmf!" "Stop talking with your mouth ful, Madison." "Can I... can I watch?" "Sure thing, sweetie! Here, you can sit here beside me." "Okay." "Lean your head back a little bit more, Maddy, so Linda can see properly." "Mmf! Mo-om!" "What did I say about talking? Do you want to be grounded, young lady?" "But Mo-om!" "No buts, Maddy!" "But-" "I'm serious. Get back to sucking Mommy's cock or no screen time for the rest of the week." "...okay." "That's better. And tilt your head back like I said. That's good, sweetie. Doesn't Maddy look pretty with my cock in her mouth?" "Oh wow, yeah. Does she... does she do this a lot?" "Oh yeah, every day. My baby takes such good care of her Mommy." "Wow, every day?" "Yeah, sometimes more than once. She swallows too." "Uhm, like your..." "My cum, yeah. Slurps it all up and swallows every drop." "Oh wow. I'd love to see that." "You will, soon enough. Here, stroke her hair, like this. She loves that." "Like this?" "Yes, that's right! See how she rubs her head against your hand? She can't help it, she just loves that so much." "I can't believe she takes it so deep!" "Yes, she's very skilled, my sweet little Maddy." "Doesn't she, like, gag? I would if I had something that big that deep in my mouth." "Only if I push it all the way down, like this." "Ggllmmf!" "Oh wow." "I mostly do that when I'm about to cum, though. And Maddy is such a trooper, she never complains. Well, not anymore." "All that spittle, is that... normal?" "Yes. Taking a cock down your throat makes it all come out." "It's kinda hot." "I think so too. You can get down there beside her if you want a closer look." "Okay." "Keep stroking her hair. Yes, just like that." "Oh wow, she's slobbering all over herself! Just from sucking your cock!" "Sometimes it's all over her chest before we're done." "That's so hot." "I bet you'd look hot like that too, Linda." "Do you really think so?" "Absolutely. Want to give it a try?" "What, right now?" "Sure! Madison won't mind sharing, will you sweetie?" "Mmf!" "Don't be jealous, Maddy. It doesn't suit you. Share with your friend." "Mmfokay, Mommy." "That's a good girl." "Oh wow, it's so big! I'm not sure I can even get it in my mouth!" "Just give it a try, okay? Hold it with your hands... yes, just like that. Now open wide..." "Gike gish?" "Yes, just like that. Now put it inside..." "Mmmf." "Mmm, yes, that's good. Why don't you tell her how to continue, Maddy?" "Hmf. Okay, so you want to move your hands on her shaft... don't grip too hard, and move slow at first." "Mmmf?" "Yes, that's good. Suck on the tip and, like, swirl your tongue around it?" "Mmf gmmf?" "Oh yes, sweetie, that feels great. Now go deeper." "You've got to, like, relax. If you tense up, you'll never get it all the way inside." "Stroke her throat, Maddy. That'll help her." "Like this, Mommy?" "Yes, that's good. Doesn't that feel good, Linda?" "Mm-hmf." "I'm going to push a little, okay? Help hold her, Maddy, but not too hard." "Okay, Mom." "See? You can do it." "Mmf!" "Let her get some air, Maddy." "Am I doing it right, Mrs. Booker?" "Oh yes, you're doing very well, sweetie." "Can I try again?" "Of course! Are you ready?" "Yes, Mrs. Booker." "That's a good girl. Open your mouth... Mmm, yes, suck the tip..." "Should I stroke her throat again, Mommy?" "Yes, honey. Help her relax. Are you ready to take me deeper again, Linda?" "Mmf!" "Okay, let's try it again. Yes, push her head down on my cock, Maddy, just like that." "Glmpf!" "No, don't pull back yet! Try a little harder!" "Oh look! She's doing it, Mommy!" "She sure is, sweetie!" "Mmmf!" "Yes, that's great, Linda! Hold it right there!" "Glmf!" "Okay, you can let her go now, Maddy." *cough* "Oh my god! Did I take all of it!" "Not quite, sweetie, but you were close." "She wasn't that close." "It was a good effort. And now you've got spittle all over your chin, just like Maddy." "I want to try again!" "That's good, Linda, but I'd like Madison to finish me off now. You watch, okay?" "Aww... Okay, Mrs. Booker." "That's a good girl." "I'm ready, Mommy!" "Good, baby. Oh yes, that feels great." "Oh wow! She took it all the way right away!" "Yes, all that practice is paying off, isn't it, Maddy?" "She really does this every day?" "She sure does. Oh yes, keep going, sweetie! I'm close now!" "She's moving so fast!" "Yes, baby! Suck the tip! Use your tongue! Oh god, just like that! Keep going!" "Are you going to cum in her mouth, Mrs. Booker!" "Oh yes! Oh fuck yes! I'm going to cum right down your throat, Maddy! Fuck! Get ready, baby!" "Mmmf!" "Oh wow! She took you all the way down again!" "Oh fuck! Oh fuck yes! I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming!" "Mmf! Glmmf!" "Swallow it, baby! Swallow all of my fucking cum! Oh fuck yes!" "That's so hot!" "Fuck yeah, sweetie! Fuck! Keep going!" "Wow, are you still cumming, Mrs. Booker?" "You want a taste, Linda? Open your mouth." "Gike gish?" "Yes, that's perfect, baby. Oh fuck yeah, milk my fucking cock over her fucking face, Maddy! Fuck! Fuck!" "Keep your mouth open. Don't spill Mommy's cum." "That's right, Linda. My cum goes in your mouth, not on the floor. Got it?" "Ghk ik." "Good girl. Now swallow that and suck my cock." "Mkay." "Mmm, that's good. Yes, slow and steady, just like that. Keep sucking, there's a bit more in there for you. Maddy, milk me just like you do when you're the one sucking me." "Like this?" "Yes, that's good, sweetie. You can take over for Linda now, if you want the last of Mommy's cum." "Of course I do, Mommy." "Oh, that's so good, sweetie. You know just how to suck your Mommy's cock." "Wow, Mrs. Booker! This was amazing!" "It sure was, Linda. You did a great job for your first time." "Thank you, Mrs. Booker! Could I... uhm, could I try it again some other day?" "Of course, sweetie. I'll be happy to let you suck my cock whenever you come over. But you should ask your own mother too if she doesn't want you to go down on her." "I don't know... she's not a futa like you, I'm not sure she'd be into it." "Oh, I'm sure she would. Maybe I should talk to her for you?" "Mo-om!" "Oh, that's right. Maddy doesn't want me to talk about our little arrangement to anyone else. She's embarrassed that she likes sucking her Mommy's cock." "Mo-om! Don't-" "I'm sorry, sweetie, I shouldn't tease you. Not when you're so good to me. Now both of you come up here and give me a big kiss." "Okay, Mrs. Booker." "Okay, Mommy." "Mmm, that's good. Now, you girls were all done with your homework, right Maddy?" "Yes, Mommy." "And Linda, you don't have to hurry home, do you?" "No, Mrs. Booker." "Good. Then why don't you girls give each other a kiss too and we'll see where this goes..."

Chapter 3 - Leila's Transportation

You spend the evening and most of the next day in bed, watching comedy vid shows between bouts of crying. The shows are terrible, but anything else that's on is worse - office dramas and action shows both remind you of what you've jsut left, and the fuck shows are even worse. The next day you wake up feeling angry. Hurt's unjustifiably harsh treatment of you stings. You've always done your best, and now you've been discarded like a crumpled up paper towel. It feels... unfair, unjust. That's a strange feeling - for as long as you can remember, you've been taught that futas are more important than femmes, that your purpose in life is to serve and be grateful, but you had come to expect that your service would be repaid with kindness and consideration, two things Hurt has never shown you. You've just finished a much-needed shower when your device sounds the high priority message alert. You hurry over to pick it up before you've toweled off and your heart skips a beat when you see the subject line "New Assignment". You're just about to retscan to read the message when your door buzzes open to admit two burly Motivation Officers, anonymous in their visored helmets, followed by slight, blonde Regulation Administrator. "Leila Eta-539?" The Administrator's voice is chirpy and cheery, perfectly fitting her friendly, smiling face. "Yes?" She raises her device to register your face, the camera flashing red with a retscan. She checks the results and nods in satisfaction. "Leila Eta-539, you have been reassigned to Peace Force Station 5, District 16. Please come with us." Her manner may be cheery, but there's no mistaking the impatience in her voice. Even though she's a femme - her very tight, very short skirt leaves no doubt about that - you have no time to wonder about why she has been put in a position of authority usually reserved for futas. No matter her sex she's an official of the Futarchy, and the Futarchy expects swift obedience. "I-I just received the notification, and I've got a few things..." The smile on the Regulation Administrator's face doesn't disappear, but it becomes fixed as her eyes harden. "One minute. You can read the message in the car." You give her a grateful curtsy, then rush to collect what you can - a throw pillow Mairie made for you, your two favorite pairs of shoes, your best handbag. When you return you curtsy again, clutching these few belongings to your chest along with your device. "Thank you, Administrator." She inclines her head slightly in response, apparently pleased at your promptness. She turns to lead you out and you step over the towel you dropped and out of the cube that has been your home for the past four years. The Motivation Officers follow close behind, not quite pushing you along but walking close enough that they occasionally touch your naked skin. They crowd you into the elevator which sweeps you the eleven floors down as swiftly as always, then march you into the back of the waiting gray-painted Regulation Administration hover van. One of the officers points to a transparent plastic box where you put your belongings. The back of the van has benches all around. You are directed to sit in one of the inner corners, and in an effort to placate the Administrator you adopt the standard sitting position: back straight, eyes forward, legs spread, and hands behind the small of your back. She gives you an encouraging smile. Since you know thinking too closely about your situation will make you break down and cry you try to empty your mind. It works well for a while, until you realize the van has stopped and not started moving again. When you glance over at the Administrator she's tapping on her device with a frown on her face. "There's been a..." She glances over at you, and you quickly shift your gaze to be directed straight ahead again, hoping she didn't notice you looking at her. She purses her lips, reconsidering what words to use. "There's been an... accident up ahead. Nothing to serious, but we may be stuck here for a while. You may as well make yourselves comfortable." She shoots another look at you that very clearly says that that last statement doesn't apply to you. You pretend you haven't heard anything she's said, which makes her frown again. The officers are less concerned as they remove their armor. Like most enforcement officers, they are well over six feet tall and heavily built, with a toned, athletic look to them. You watch them from the corner of your eye as they strip, stacking their padded armor plates beside them, both of them shining with sweat from wearing their heavy equipment on a warm day. One of them has dark skin and black hair cropped down to half an inch, with a strong, handsome face and glittering dark eyes. The other is pale, her blonde hair pulled back in a rough ponytail that she shakes loose and reties carelessly, clearly more interested in having her hair out of her face than looking pretty. She's anything but pretty, with a nose that looks like it's been broken more than once and somewhat mismatched features, but she's got an easy smile and a pleasant glint in her eyes. You've barely had time to notice their looks when their scent hits you. Even with your higher than usual resistance to the futa pheromones your head begins to swirl, the concentrated dose from their sweaty bodies overpowering in the small enclosed space. You find your eyes drawn towards the crotch of the dark-skinned futa, her cock rising slowly as she removes her chest armor. It's darker than the rest of her, the head fat, purple and shiny. You look to the blonde, her cock both longer and thicker and nearly dripping with precum, a slow dribble flowing from the tip of it. You feel your body responding and you realize it's been nearly two days since you've felt the scent of sperm, and almost as long since you've had an orgasm. You lift one hand to your breast, gasping as your fingers brush your stiff nipple, and when you shift in your seat you can feel the wetness between your legs. The Administrator clears her throat, and with an effort of will you draw your eyes away from the beautiful cocks to her face. Her expression shifts between a smirk and a pleased smile as she gives you a nod. "Enjoy yourself if you wish, Leila. I'm sure Wolf Six and Fire Twelve will appreciate it." You thank her breathlessly, then turn back to the two big futas. They're both watching you now, the blonde - Wolf Six - grinning while Fire Twelve leans back and slowly strokes her rapidly stiffening cock. You move to sit beside Wolf Six, gripping her lightly in your hand. She lays her arm around you, her other hand reaching for your breasts. You gasp when she starts to play with them, brushing the backs of her fingers over your stiff nipples and drawing her fingertips over the sensitive undersides of your breasts. Your fingers grow wet with the steady dribble of precum leaking from the tip of her cock as you slowly stroke it, and soon you can't resist the scent anymore. You slide down onto the rubbery floor, grasping the base of her shaft with both hands as you open your mouth and take her into your mouth. Tasting Wolf Six's cum sends a wave of pleasure through your whole body. It's been weeks, maybe months since the last time you went this long without tasting cum, and your body craves it. You lick and slurp at her shaft, trying to gather as much as you can of what has already spilled out, then settle in to milk her tip with steady, sucking motions of your mouth. You hear yourself making happy, mewling noises, blushing a little at your neediness. When you glance up at her face she's leaning back with a big smile and her eyes closed, clearly enjoying what you're doing. One of her big hands is resting on your shoulder while the other plays with her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples. You start to go deeper, taking more of her cock into your mouth while you stroke her shaft and play with her balls. You bob up and down, then pause to suck hard on her tip. The groan of pleasure this draws from her makes you feel warm inside, the joy of serving someone who appreciates it increasing your own arousal. You take Wolf Six's cock deeper again, half expecting her to grab your neck and start fucking your throat the way Hurt would have, but she seems content to let you keep going at your own pace. You start to stroke her fast with one hand in time with your mouth moving up and down, your other hand buried between your legs. Your pussy is sopping wet, your juices dripping from your fingers as you rub your clit, the taste of cock and the pleasure of serving pushing your excitement higher and higher. When Wolf Six's breathing tightens and she begins to gasp, her body tensing and her hand on your shoulder grabbing you tightly, you grab her cock with both hands, stroking it fast while you suck hard on her tip, pressing against it with your tongue. Moments later you're rewarded for your efforts. Her big load of thick cum explodes into your mouth, making you cough before you can start to swallow it, your hands eagerly stroking her pulsing cock. You nearly cum yourself just from the intensity of the taste and the joy of giving pleasure to one of your betters. You keep milking her cock with your mouth and hands, all through her climax and until her cock softens and you have sucked up the last drops of cum you can squeeze out of it. You gaze up at her with misty eyes as she pats your head and gives you a warm smile. "You're a great little cocksucker, Leila. Now go help Fire." "Thank you, Officer." You give her cock a final kiss before turning around to face Officer Fire Twelve, looking up at her as she lazily strokes her cock. "How may I serve you, Officer?" "On your back." You quickly obey, laying yourself down on the rubbery floor, your heels pressed up against your ass to make room for her in the cramped space. She gives you a small nod. "Good girl." The tiny show of appreciation warms your insides, which you feel should irritate you but you're too lost in the anticipation of pleasure and the pheromone mists. Fire Twelve kneels between your legs, guiding the tip of her cock to your entrance. You quiver when you feel her smear her precum over your pussy, then gasp when her tip enters you. She swiftly pushes all the way inside you, making you cry out with the sudden pleasure and the sensation of being filled. She lowers herself on top of you, her breasts pressing against yours as you feel her weight. The Motivation Officer seems to take no notice of your cries and moans as she starts to fuck you, focused on her own impending release. She handles you roughly but not carelessly, adjusting her position when you are genuinely discomforted. It doesn't take long for her to cum, one hand on your shoulder to hold you down as she hammers your pussy with her hard cock, the other squeezing your breasts, her thumb pressing against your hard, sensitive nipple. Her hard manners don't keep you from cumming along with her - when you feel her cock jerk inside you and her hot cum pumps out to fill you, you cry out in pleasure, even her rough hands only adding to your ecstasy as the pheromone carrying sperm floods you. She keeps fucking you through her climax, and when she pulls out you're still quivering from your own still ongoing orgasm. She unceremoniously wipes herself off on your thighs, giving you a pat on the arm before going back to her seat. You rise on shaky legs to retake your seat, gathering up some of Fire Twelve's cum with your fingers to smell and taste.

Chapter 2 - Friends for Dinner

"Good morning, sleepyhead!" Penny yawned and mumbled something in reply before plopping onto a chair by the breakfast table. Her mother kissed the top of Penny's head as she passed behind her to get the orange juice from the fridge, placing the carton next to Penny's hand. Penny clumsily grabbed it, forgetting to remove the screw top on her first try before she managed to pour herself a glass. Ever since she turned she never got enough sleep. Not only did it feel weird to have a penis, but half the time when she tried to adjust it so it wouldn't distract here when she was trying to go to sleep it ended up getting hard which made it even more distracting, and the only way to make it go down again was to masturbate which meant going to sleep took even longer. On top of that she had extremely vivid sex dreams which woke her up with a hardon two or three times per night, when she didn't just wake up from having an orgasm. She'd had many dreams about Marie, the businesswoman who jerked her off on the train a couple of weeks back, and even though she hadn't encountered her again she couldn't stop thinking about her. Everyone else who requested to use her would still just ask her to masturbate in front of them or they'd play with her cock... her penis... for a little while before leaving her horny and frustrated. So she had to get herself off a lot. The first couple of weeks had been the worst - she'd felt like she didn't do anything but masturbate, to the point that she had started to have issues with chafing on her shaft until her mother had shown her how to use lubricant. Now she was down to half a dozen times per day or so, but they still bought lube in bulk. Penny's mother placed a plate of pancakes in front of her, and Penny felt her stomach rumble. She attacked the still steaming pancakes without delay, barely chewing them as she gulped them down, using the cold orange juice to protect her mouth from the heat. She was just about finished when her mother spoke up, and though she was still not fully awake Penny detected a tone in her voice that made her instantly suspicious. "So I've been thinking... it's been a while since we had company over and I think it's about time." Penny dropped her fork, her fingers suddenly numb with panic. "No! I mean... what, here? At home?" "Yes, here, at home." Penny was fully aware that the only person who had visited them since she became a futa was Miss Mendel, her contact at the Agency Office of Futa Whatevers (she could never remember the name, only that it was boringly bureaucratic), and she had hoped it would remain that way for a good while longer. It was one thing to have strangers see her as a futa, but friends of her mother? People she knew? In their home? The mere thought was humiliating. But she recognized her mother's tone. She had already made up her mind and was presenting Penny with what was going to happen, not opening up the topic for discussion. "Like... in a month? Two months? We really need to, uh, clean things up first..." Penny cursed her sleepy mind for not coming up with a better excuse, especially since they had already spent all day yesterday cleaning up the house... Oh. Right. "I was thinking tonight. No, everything will be fine, don't worry." Penny tried to protest, but her mother had made up her mind. "In fact, I already invited the Wrights." "What?! Suzy and Claire?! No! Mom, please!" Penny was half out of her chair with exasperation before a glare from her mother made her sit back down. "I've had quite enough of your outbursts, young lady. You're going to run into them eventually, and wouldn't you rather meet them here at home first? Besides, you and Suzy used to be such good friends." Penny made the kind of noise teenagers make when their mothers don't understand very basic things, like the fact that Penny and Suzy had been great friends when they were fourteen, five years and a lifetime ago. What she didn't dare to express even in teenager code was the fact that even before she turned, she had thought Suzy's mother Claire was strangely attractive. She had never been able to pin down what it was, but there was something about her that made Penny's insides warm even before she'd known what that meant. Nowadays her former best friend's mother made frequent appearances in her dreams and the thought of sitting across the dinner table from her was exhilerating and terrifying all at once. But she recognized that this battle was already lost. She could see in the way her mother tilted her jaw that she was not going to change her mind, nor take kindly to any tantrums. Lacking other options, Penny rose from her seat and stiffly walked out of the kitchen. "They'll be here at five! I expect you to wear something nice!" Penny didn't answer, and slamming the door to her bedroom behind her wasn't nearly enough to quiet the jumble of emotions inside her. --- XXX --- Penny stayed in her room for the rest of the day, leaving only to make a couple of sandwiches for lunch when her mother left the house to get groceries. She sulked about her mother inviting Suzy and Claire, which made her think about Claire, which made her horny so she had to jerk off, which made her resentful of her mother again. This cycle repeated several times until she had to open the window to air out the heavy scent rising from the cum-drenched towels in the laundry basket. (Early on during her change she had used tissues but as her loads grew heavier and more frequent her mother had started to provide her with a stack of fresh hand towels every morning instead.) An hour before the Wrights were scheduled to arrive Penny finally accepted that her mother wasn't going to relent and while it was tempting to show up in sweatpants and a dirty t-shirt she decided she didn't want to shame either herself or her mother in front of their guests. She took a long, hot shower and started to look through her closet for something to wear. Penny's clothes were divided into three clear categories: A few favorite garments from when she was younger that still fit her, what she had worn before the change, and her futa clothes. The first category mostly consisted of comfortable clothes that weren't formal enough or too worn for a dinner party, even with old friends, and the last mostly consisted of very short, very frilly dresses. Putting on one of the latter felt like making herself out to be a futa and nothing else, and she didn't want to do that. After digging through what she still thought of as her regular clothes even though she hadn't worn them in months she found an embroidered blouse she'd only ever worn to church that went with a pale yellow knee-long pleated skirt she had bought on a whim and never used. Before her change she'd mostly worn jeans or sweatpants, and none of the former would accommodate her penis, especially if - when, she reminded herself with a sinking heart - it got hard. With a skirt there was at least a chance that she could avoid complete embarrassment. White socks, simple white shoes, a new bra, a pair of simple ear rings, and a ribbon to keep her hair back in a simple ponytail and she felt ready. As ready as she could, at least. She had to sit and breathe for a few minutes before her hands were steady enough to apply eyeliner and lipstick, and when she was done the doorbell rang. Penny froze before willing herself to rise and go to the door to her room. "It's only going to get worse if you wait." She didn't usually talk to herself but speaking the words out loud and hearing herself say them helped. She opened the door and walked down the stairs. By the front door her mother was greeting Suzy and Claire. Penny was relieved to see that she had at least made the right call when it came to picking out clothes as Suzy was also in a blouse and skirt while Claire was wearing a nice but casual dress. She was also wearing a bit too much too big jewelry, but somehow it worked for her. Penny forced herself to smile and wave to Suzy and Claire. "Hi." To her relief they greeted her in the same relaxed manner, without any of the suggestive comments, knowing looks, or lewd double entendres her mind had dredged up while she fretted in her room. When Claire pulled her in for a hug she almost panicked, suddenly afraid her penis would instantly harden so she would feel it through their clothes. Of course that didn't happen, even though Claire's perfume together with the way she pressed Penny against her made her head spin. Though Suzy's hug was far less intimate it was just as friendly, and it helped Penny relax. As they filed into the dining room and Penny saw the fancy table settings she felt a little guilty. Her mother rarely let her help with the cooking beyond chopping vegetables so setting the table was usually her job, but she'd spent all day sulking in her room instead. She tried to remind herself that it was because her mother had sprung this on her without warning, but now that everything was going so well it was hard for her to hold onto her resentment. Dinner was one of her mother's infinite variations on chicken casserole, this time with couscous and broccoli. It was delicious as always, and the white wine didn't hurt either, even if she and Suzy only got half a glass each. While Penny's mother and Claire talked about their jobs, the women in their yoga group, and the latest neighborhood gossip, Penny and Suzy danced around the topic of Penny's transformation. Penny soon learned that Suzy now preferred to go by Sue, that she was studying to be an architect, that she was dating another girl in her class but that it was very casual, that she was way into running, all kinds of things about her interests and what she'd been doing over the past few years when they hadn't interacted more than saying hi when passing each other in the street... while saying almost nothing about herself other than awkwardly speaking about things she'd done up to when she turned a few months back. Sue stumbled a few times when she was about to ask a question that would have forced Penny to say why she was no longer in school, or on the volleyball team, or any of the other things she'd been doing before. Despite that topical minefield Penny and Sue managed to keep their conversation going and were finding their way back to the easy friendship they had shared five years ago, but that all ended when it was time for dessert. Penny's mother asked her to help clear the table, and since Penny's penis was still behaving itself by remaining pleasantly semi-erect rather than lifting up her skirt at full mast she readily agreed. As she circled the table collecting plates she suddenly realised that Claire's dress had a rather low neckline, and when she passed behind her Penny couldn't help but glance down at her chest. She wasn't sure if it was the sight of Claire's cleavage, the heady scent of her perfume, or that inexplicable something that made her so attractive, but even as she hastily walked to the kitchen Penny could feel herself grow under her skirt, the way the slightly rough material rubbed against the tip of her penis making it grow even harder. Her chest heaving with short, shallow breaths and her cheeks burning with embarrassment, Penny set the pile of dishes down top of the dishwasher. She couldn't go back inside with her treacherous dick holding up her skirt, and if she didn't they would all know why. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the edge of the sink. "Mom?" Penny tried to keep her voice steady, but she felt like she would collapse into a quivering mess any second. She heard her mother making her excuses from their guests and almost wept with gratitude when she closed the door separating the dining room from the kitchen behind her. "Sweetie? Are you all right?" "Mom, I..." Unable to say more, Penny moved her arm and turned towards her mother, showing her how her still rising cock made a tent in her skirt, a dark stain at the tip where here precum had already soaked through the material. "Oh, honey." Her mother's embrace was sudden and fierce, and it surprised Penny how relieved it made her feel. Her mother spoke while holding her, apparently unbothered by Penny's hard member squeezed between them. "What do you want to do? I could tell them you got a phone call or that you're not feeling well, if you don't want to go back in." Penny shivered. "But... but they'll know! If I don't come back they'll know it's because I... because I got turned on! By them!" Penny's mother hugged her tighter for a moment. "Oh my sweet baby girl." She broke the embrace and looked Penny in the eyes. "They won't mind. Honestly, Penny, they really won't. They know futas are easily turned on, and they've been with you all the way through the meal so they know you haven't had a release in a while. I promise you, it won't bother them in the least." Penny felt like she was about to start crying. "But... look at it! It's disgusting! There's a big, wet, stain on my skirt!" Penny didn't dare look up because she was sure her mother was rolling her eyes at her, which made her gentle tone all the more surprising. "Tell you what. You go jerk off, wash up, and change into a clean skirt, then come back down. I promise you, nobody will say anything. I'll save you some dessert." The combined shock of her mother being so frank about her method of release and the thought of spending more time with Sue and Claire after lacking other meaningful company than her mother for several months made Penny nod. The promise of ice cream didn't hurt either. "Okay. I... I'll try." "Good. That's all I ask." Penny's mother kissed her on the forehead, then opened the door to the dining room to draw the attention of their guests while she waved Penny towards the other exit. Gratefully, Penny hurried out and snuck upstairs as quietly as she could. Irrationally terrified that Sue or Claire would walk upstairs at just the wrong moment, she first went to her room to pick out a clean skirt, nearly panicking when the only one that matched her blouse was too short and tight that she could be certain it would hide her penis if it got hard again. After standing paralysed for several moments she grabbed it anyway, somehow deciding that a certain fashion failure would be worse than a possible erectile embarrassment. She brought it with her to the bathroom where she carefully locked the door, removed her soiled skirt, checked that the door was still locked, took off the rest of her clothes, checked the door again, drew two deep breaths, checked the door one more time, then went into the shower stall on trembling legs with her hard-on swaying before her. Once she put her hand on her cock - when she was stroking it she always thought of it as a cock, ever since her encounter with the businesswoman Marie on the train - she couldn't let go of it. Her hand moved in bursts of quick strokes and she had to bite her lower lip hard to keep from moaning out loud. At first she couldn't get the image of Claire's cleavage out of her mind, but then the scent of her precum hit her and she was transported back to the train and she could hear Marie's voice whispering nasty, sexy words in her ear as she stroked Penny's cock, faster and faster, bringing her to the edge of orgasm when suddenly she remembered Claire's perfume. The memory dragged her back to the dining room and the view of Claire's breasts down the front of her dress, the way she had pulled Penny so close to her when they hugged, then farther back still, seeing Claire in a bikini on the back patio, winking at her when she had made lemonade for her and Suzy, that one time she had stopped on her way home when she saw Claire doing yoga in the living room, her body in those tight clothes... No! No, she couldn't! She couldn't masturbate to the thought of her friend's mom, not when they were both sitting downstairs talking to her own mother! She had to get back to the train, to Marie, but how? She squeezed a drop of precum from the tip of her cock onto her fingers, raised it to her nose and breathed in heavily, but it wasn't enough. Maybe... maybe she had to... Steeling herself, she parted her lips, hesitated, then licked the droplet from her fingers. She shivered at the taste but more at how it brought her back to the train again, and now it was Marie's fingers rather than her own, bringing her more of that strange, salty taste, and she started stroking herself again, remembering the older woman's whispered words in her ear, how she'd let her cum if she swallowed... Penny swallowed, and immedately something released inside her. Her hips bucked as she came, a soft cry escaping her lips before she could catch herself, her hand stroking herself as her cock pumped out thick streams of hot cum that spattered against the tiled wall, releasing more and more of that heady scent as she kept coming. When her orgasm died down Penny leaned back against the wall of the shower stall, panting hard. Once she trusted her legs not to collapse under her she used the shower handle to rinse off her hands and penis, drying off on a towel before putting it in the laundry basket. She dressed quickly, checked herself in the mirror, froze with her hand on the doorhandle for almost a minute, then opened the door and went downstairs. Penny slipped into the living room and sat down on her chair while trying to draw as little attention as possible, aided by the fact that Claire was telling a story that had both Sue and Carmen laughing out loud. Her ice cream had gone soft while she was dealing with her release, but it was still good. By the time Claire finished her story Penny had picked up enough that she was laughing along with the others and it felt like everything was back to normal. The others kept talking while Penny finished her ice cream, then gathered up the dishes and put them into the dishwasher. This time she avoided the visual trap of Claire's cleavage and had no embarrassing hardon to keep her from rejoining the others afterwards. They kept talking for a good hour and a half. Penny mostly listened but occasionally she added to a story one of the others told or interjected an observation about one thing or another. When things started to wind down Claire raised her glass to Penny and her mother. "Carmen, Penny, this has been a delightful evening. I hope it won't take another five years before we see each other again." When everyone chimed in Penny thought she caught Sue giving her a look, but she dismissed it as imagined. Claire emptied her glass and they all got up from the table, Penny bringing up the rear as her mother followed their guests to the door. They hugged their goodbyes on the porch, but when Penny's mother went back inside Sue held onto Penny's hand, waving to Claire as she started down the driveway. "It was really nice to see you again." Sue's voice was low and soft, and there was something in the look in her eyes that Penny couldn't read. "Yeah. Yeah, it was." Sue was still holding Penny's hand. She seemed to hesitate before she spoke again. "Do you... do you remember when we used to have sleepovers at each other's houses?" Penny nodded, blushing as she lowered her eyes, not entirely sure why. "Do you remember how we used to practice kissing?" Penny's breath caught in her throat as Sue stepped in closer, trapping Penny against the wall. "Y-yes..." Sue raised her hand to Penny's cheek, brushing back a few stray hairs. "Did you know I always wanted to do more than practice?" Penny's heart was pounding as she shook her head. "I still do." And then Sue's lips were on hers, both of them stopping there for a moment before completing the kiss. Penny felt like she was melting as Sue pressed herself against her, kissed her, brushed her fingers through her hair, held her face, touched her arms, reached down to squeeze her ass, pressed her hips against Penny's... Penny froze when she suddenly became acutely aware of how hard she was, but when Sue lifted her skirt up and grasped her shaft she didn't protest. "You don't need to hide this from us, you know. Nobody thinks less of you because you're a futa now." Penny was breathless, leaning back against the rough boarded wall of the house as Sue kissed her neck and gently stroked her cock under her skirt. "You shouldn't be embarrassed by your needs. We all have them, in one way or another." Penny whimpered as Sue's other hand somehow found a way in under her blouse, her fingers stroking Penny's stiff nipple, lightly squeezing her breast. "I know you went up to jerk off... Was it because of me? Or my mother?" Penny gasped, partly at the question, but mostly because Sue slid her hand to the tip of her cock, caressed it with her palm and fingers. "Don't worry, I don't get jealous of her, not anymore. Even back then I knew you had a thing for her... more than for me, at least." Sue started stroking Penny's cock again, drawing another gasp from her. She couldn't help it, the touch of her friend's hand on her was electrifying. "It was her, wasn't it? You went up and stroked your cock, this cock, thinking about my mother." Even though it was only partly true, Penny found herself nodding. Explaining her complex feelings about Marie and their encounter on the train was too complicated and, considering how public that was, perversely private. "Y-yes... I-I just... had to..." Sue scoffed, but she smiled as she did it, shaking her head. "I don't know what it is everyone sees in her, but I have it on good authority that you're not the only one who's gotten herself off thinking about my mother." Sue's hand sped up and Penny felt her knees buckle, forcing her to cling to Sue to stay upright. "Oh, you like that, don't you? My hand on your cock? Or is it still my mother you're thinking about?" Penny tried to protest but she couldn't even shake her head. "Are you going to cum for me now? Is it really enough with just my hand?" It wasn't just her hand, of course, but Penny could barely stay upright even with Sue holding most of her weight, much less form the thoughts and words needed to explain what Sue's presence and words were doing to her. "Yes! G-god, yes! I... I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." "You're gonna... what? Climax? Cum? Have an orgasm? Shoot your big, fat, sticky load of sperm all over my hand?" Sue pushed Penny up against the wall, kissing her lips, her neck, the top of her chest while her hand worked furiously, stroking Penny's cock faster and faster, the tip rubbing against the silky material of her skirt, making her cry out as she got closer and closer to cumming. "Y-yes! I'm gonna... cum! All-all-all over your hand! Oh god, please, make me cum! I need it so bad!" Penny should have felt humiliated by the begging note in her voice, but she was too deep in her need to care. All she wanted was the release. "You want my permission to cum? Not yet... first I want you to think about all the things we could do if you came for another sleepover." Penny heard herself whine in frustration, so close to the edge but unable to go over it. "You and me in my bed... kissing... undressing... touching... maybe I'll even let you fuck me..." Penny drew a shuddering breath, her body arching as she begain to crest. "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? Me on all fours, you standing behind me... my hand grasping you and guiding you inside..." Sue squeezed Penny's cock harder and sped up her pace, kissing and sucking her neck. That was finally enough to push Penny over the edge. She felt herself start to shake a moment before she came, her body held upright by the way Sue pressed her against the wall, her eyes rolling back as she almost choked with the intensity of her orgasm, her hips thrusting against Sue's hand as she released her load in thick, heavy spurts under her skirt. Sue didn't stop stroking her, she kept going, kept kissing her neck as her hand continued to move quickly up and down Penny's shaft, sliding over her sensitive tip with a gentle squeezing motion, Penny's sperm still leaking out in a slow but steady dribble, most of it sticking to Sue's hand or the inside of Penny's skirt but some of it spattering onto the porch. When Sue finally removed her hand Penny was panting, her cheeks burning. She didn't dare to open her eyes to look at her friend, but when Sue kissed her she parted her lips and let her tongue inside. They kissed like that for a while, Penny leaning back against the wall and Sue pressing herself against her, leaving sticky stains on Penny's clothes as she caressed her. When Sue broke the kiss she methodically and unapologetically wiped her hand clean on Penny's skirt. "I enjoyed this, and I'm pretty sure you did too." Sue smiled when Penny finally dared to meet her gaze. "But the offer of a sleepover still stands." She gave Penny a final kiss before turning, speaking over her shoulder as she walked away. "I don't promise you'll get to fuck me, though. Maybe Mom will get you first." Unable to answer or even judge if Sue was joking or not, Penny waved goodbye as she tried to catch her breath to go back inside. She was starting to realise that being a futa would be very different from what she had expected.

Chapter 2 - Lin and Holly

You're Lin Wayward, a cheerleader and senior at the Wet Valley High School, and you live with your mother and stepsister in a house on Shady Oaks Lane in a small suburban area. You're also a futa, which means not only that you have a cock instead of a vagina but also that you have a very strong sex drive. Fortunately society expects everyone, including your family, to help satisfy your needs, and most are eager to do so. You're only ten minutes into second period English, but your need for relief has become unbearable. You woke up late and didn't have time to get off this morning, and after first period art Ms. Coxbury asked you to stay behind to give you some pointers on perspective so you didn't have time to cum then either. It doesn't help that your English teacher, Ms. Fairlight, is a stunning beauty, tall and blonde, with legs, ass, and tits to die for. She's wearing a tight, black skirt, her usual starched, white blouse, and black shoes with thick soles and ridiculously high heels that don't seem to hamper her at all. Your need has gotten to the point where you can't satisfy yourself but need the help of someone else. Holly, the girl sitting next to you, is a sweet and bubbly fellow cheerleader who's always happy to help you out. When you draw her attention to the tent your cock is making of your skirt she gives you a bright smile and raises her hand to catch Ms. Fairlight's attention. "Yes, Miss Hanns? Do you have a question?" "Ms. Fairlight, Miss Wayward is in need of relief. Is it okay if I help her?" Ms. Fairlight glances to you, reading your face, then looks back to Holly and nods. "Very well. Just don't disturb the rest of the class." "Thank you, Ms. Fairlight!" Holly pulls your skirt up and wraps her hand around your shaft, stroking you with light, gentle motions while she leans in to whisper in your ear, her breath hot against your neck. "Is this what you need? Or something else?" "Yes, please keep going." "Gladly." You lean back, closing your eyes to better enjoy the sensation of Holly's well-practiced strokes and the soft kisses she places along your neck, behind your hear, down towards your shoulder, the corner of your mouth. "I love stroking your cock, Lin. It feels so nice in my hands." She squeezes you a little, making a rotating thing with her hand that makes you bite back a deep moan. "And making you make sounds like that. I like that too." You can hear the smile in her voice. Then she increases her pace and you have to clamp your mouth shut to keep from disturbing the rest of the class. "Am I going to make you cum, Lin? With just my hand? Just like this?" Usually someone stroking you isn't enough to get you off, and even though Holly's doing a great job you need something more. Maybe if she would talk dirty to you? You whisper your request, your voice hoarse with arousal, and Holly smiles against your neck, slowing her strokes a little. "You want to hear me talk dirty, Lin? You want me to talk more about how much I love your cock? Your big, juicy cock?" She kisses your neck down to the collar of your blouse, pulls it out so she can kiss your collarbone, then moves back up to your ear again. "I do. I love your cock. I love having it in my hands, in my mouth, in my pussy. Oh god yes, I love it when you fuck me, which isn't nearly often enough, Lin, you really should be more considerate." Her tongue does something to your ear that makes you gasp, which you're sure will get you a hard look from Ms. Fairlight, but you're too busy enjoying yourself to care right now. "My pussy's all wet for you right now, Lin, just from stroking your cock. I want you inside me. If I thought you'd be able to keep quiet I'd be on your lap right now, fucking you, feeling your amazing cock slide in and out of my wet pussy." She switches hands and when you glance down she's slid her panties aside to show you her shaved, glistening pussy, puffy and pink with excitement. She shudders against you as she rubs herself, her other hand still stroking you, faster now, with greater urgency. "I want it so bad, Lin. I want you to just bend me over my desk and fuck me, fuck me hard right now. I know I would cum right away, and then again when you pumped me full of your hot sperm. I love taking your load of cum in my pussy, Lin, please, give it to me, cum, cum inside me! Cum for me, Lin!" Holly's eager words and skilled hands are just what you need. You clamp your jaws shut to keep from crying out when your hips buck up against Holly's hands, your sperm shooting up into the air to spatter down on your desk, your books, your legs, Holly's hands, anything else nearby. Holly coos and kisses your neck as she continues stroking you through your orgasm, her hands slippery with your hot cum. When you begin to calm down she suddenly lowers her head to your lap, forcing a gasp from your lips as she takes your cock into her mouth. She sucks you hard, prolonging your climax as she milks your cock with her tongue, slurping up your cum. When she's done she sits up straight again, smacking her lips and sticking her tongue out to show she's swallowed all of it, then starts licking her sticky fingers. "I really do love your cum, Lin. In case you weren't sure." She gives you a wink before returning her attention to Ms. Fairlight. You try to do the same, fumbling with your skirt and doing your best to wipe your cum from your books and notes. (This is a preview of a scene that's not yet finished, but if you join my Patreon at the $5 level you can vote for it to be included in a future update! This work-in-progress version currently has ten paragraphs of which this preview hits four, and three different endings. The complete version should have at least two more paragraphs with at least a dozen different paths compared to the current eight.)

Chapter 1 - Lin and Ms. Fairlight

You're Lin Wayward, a cheerleader and senior at the Wet Valley High School, and you live with your mother and sister in a house on Shady Oaks Lane in a small suburban area. You're also a futa, which means not only that you have a cock instead of a vagina but also that you have a very strong sex drive. Fortunately society expects everyone, including your family, to help satisfy your needs, and most are eager to do so. You've just arrived at school and you're getting the familiar sensation of that particular kind of horny you can't handle yourself. Checking the time on your phone after stuffing your backpack in your locker you see you have some time before you need to go to your first class so you look around for someone who can help you get off. The first person to catch your eye is Ms. Fairlight, your English teacher. Ms. Fairlight teaches English, one of your favorite subjects, but it's not just her mind that makes her one of your favorite teachers. She's a stunning beauty, tall and blonde, with legs, ass, and tits to die for. She's wearing a tight, black skirt, her usual starched, white blouse, and black shoes with thick soles and ridiculously high heels, yet she's still making good time down the hallway. When you call her name she turns and smiles as she steps over to you, her heels clicking against the floor. "Hello there, Lin! Is everything alright?" "Sure! Well, except for this..." You pull your skirt up to show your cock, hard and nearly quivering from your need to cum. Since Ms. Fairlight is a futa herself, she's more understanding of your issues than some of the other teachers. She gives you a sympathetic smile. "How can I help?" "Would you mind showing me your breasts?" "Sure, sweetie, if it will help you get some relief." She unbuttons her starched blouse, revealing a white lace bra which she unhooks with a practiced motion. Her breasts are full and firm with big pink nipples, the most beautiful pair you've ever seen - at least in this moment. You start to stroke yourself, looking between Ms. Fairlight's beautiful face and amazing breasts. She turns a little from side to side and lifts her breasts with her hands to give you different views. You notice a few other students standing around looking both at you and Ms. Fairlight, some of them whispering to each other while others just watch in fascination. Nearly all of them have seen you get off before of course, many have even helped you, but for some it's still an oddity, or they just find it exciting to watch. Among them you especially notice Janice, a dark-skinned girl with cropped hair and the kind of athletic figure you like, who's been happy to help you out a few times before. You don't mind having an audience, and soon your breathing grows labored as your climax approaches.  Your excitement is rising, but you need more before you can cum. "Could you let me touch them?" "Of course." Ms. Fairlight shifts to stand in front of you, her height and heels putting her breasts nearly under your chin. You reach up to touch them with your hands and put your face against them while she strokes your cock. Kissing and fondling Ms. Fairlight's beautiful breasts while she uses her hands on you quickly brings you towards orgasm. She notices your breathing growing more labored, and when you begin to gasp and moan she pulls back a little, probably to not get your sperm on her skirt. "Ms. Fairlight, I'm... gonna cum... soon... Would you... let me cum in your mouth?" Ms. Fairlight nods without missing a beat, increasing the pace of her strokes and sucking the tip of your cock. You look down into her eyes and feel your insides tighten, and when she suddenly moves her hands to your hips and takes your cock all the way down her throat you gasp and explode, pumping spurt after spurt of cum straight down her throat as she presses her lips around the root of your shaft. When you begin to relax she pulls back a little, stroking and squeezing your cock with her hand while she sucks the last drops from your tip and swallows them. When you've finished she pulls you out of her mouth, then stands up and adjusts her clothes. "Now get to class. If you're late..." She doesn't need to finish that sentence. You quickly collect your things and run off to class. (This playthrough hits four of the scene's 13 paragraphs and one of its five different endings, taking one of the roughly 25 different paths. This scene is included in the free version of the game available here.)

Chapter 6 - Joyce, Ellie, and Ms. Langwood

You're Joyce Wayward, mother of Lucy and Lin, your nearly grown teenaged daughters. Your stepdaughter Lin is a futa, which means you and Lucy have the primary responsibility of keeping her sexually satisfied. You also have a part-time job as personal assistant to Ms. Langwood, who is also a futa. Part of your professional duties there is to keep her urges under control as well, when the office assistants don't have time or when she asks for you specifically. So far your day at the office has been fairly quiet when you're asked to show the new girl around. The new girl, Ellie Rook, is a pretty little thing just out of college. She's a cute brunette wearing a light blue blouse with a dark suit, the pants showing off her cute bubble butt. This is her first job and she's understandably nervous so you do your best to make her feel safe and welcome. After a quick tour of the office - break room, copy room, introductions to the people she'll have the most to do with - you bring her to Ms. Langwood's office. You knock on Ms. Langwood's door, opening it when you hear a muffled "Come in" from inside. Ms. Langwood looks up from the paperwork on her desk when you enter, gently pushing Ellie ahead of you. Ms. Langwood gives Ellie a warm smile, looking her up and down. "Ah yes, the new girl. Miss... Rook, wasn't it?" "Y-yes, uh, Ms. Langwood, uh, ma'am?" Standing right behind Ellie you can feel her tremble. You put a hand on her waist to comfort her. "I'm showing Miss Rook around the office." "Very good, Mrs. Wayward. I hope everyone's made you feel welcome, Miss Rook?" "Oh! Uh, yes, very much so, thank you, uh, ma'am." Ellie curtsies clumsily, clearly uncertain of how to behave. You turn slightly to start steering her out of Ms. Langwood's office before she trips over her own feet or starts babbling. "If there's nothing else I'll continue the tour." You take half a step before Ms. Langwood's voice stops you. "Actually, since you're here I think I'll take my mid-morning relief now." You start a little, your grip on Ellie's waist tightening. Ms. Langwood usually goes to the office girls around this time, but when you turn to look at her she looks you straight in the eye before shifting her gaze to Ellie. "I think Miss Rook could benefit from a demonstration from a more experienced colleague before she takes on the task herself. Don't you agree, Mrs. Wayward?" You had hoped to ease Ellie into her regular duties before introducing her to Ms. Langwood's massive cock, but apparently your boss has a different idea. Her mood and interests can shift quickly and you know better than trying to contradict her. "Of course, ma'am. How do you want me?" You feel Ellie tense up beside you. She's surely had plenty of sex before this, but not all girls get a lot of experience with servicing adult futas. They're supposed to get some training for it in school, but most who don't live with a futa get very little practice. Still looking at Ellie, Ms. Langwood tells you to come over to her chair. While you walk over to her chair, Ms. Langwood briefly rises to unzip and shed her skirt before sitting back down again. As you round the corner of her desk her impressively big, slowly hardening cock comes into view, and when you kneel before it you hear Ellie gasp behind you. You put some spit into your hand and start to stroke Ms. Langwood's thick shaft, then turn to give Ellie what you hope is a comforting smile as you reach out to her with your free hand. She hesitates before stepping forward to take your hand, kneeling beside you when you pull her closer. "Here, feel it." You place her hand on the other side of Ms. Langwood's shaft - you can't fully reach around it with just one hand - showing her how you can stroke her together. "It feels like any other cock, doesn't it?" Ellie nods, nervously glancing from the swelling shaft before her to you to Ms. Langwood's face and back to her cock. "I've... I've never seen one this... this big." You lean in to kiss the base of Ms. Langwood's cock, then smile to Ellie. "Don't worry. I'll show you how to handle it." You lick Ms. Langwood's shaft from the base all the way to the top, slurping up the clear drop of precum leaking out of her. Then you take the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before taking it deeper, sucking the fat head of Ms. Langwood's huge cock while looking up at her face, still guiding Ellie's hand to stroke the thick shaft. You look up at your boss' face for instructions and she signals for you to let Ellie try. Ellie licks her lips nervously before she nods, apparently too nervous to speak as she opens her mouth for Ms. Langwood's cock, looking up at her boss's face as she prepares to suck her. Your worries that Ms. Langwood would be too rough with your young colleague turn out to be entirely unfounded. Other than stroking Ellie's brown hair and giving her gentle encouragement and guidance Ms. Langwood lets her move at her own pace. At first Ellie can barely take the thick head of Ms. Langwood's massive cock into her mouth, but it's clear she's not entirely new to sucking cocks. She knows how to use her tongue, using it to circle the edge of Ms. Langwood's big mushroom tip and lap her cock from top to bottom between her attempts to take more of it into her mouth. She sucks eagerly and keeps a good pace with her hands around the thick shaft, following Ms. Langwood's instructions well. "That's very good, Miss Rook. You'll get plenty of opportunities to practice, but right now I want you to clear off my desk so I can fuck Mrs. Wayward." "Y-yes, Ms. Langwood." Ellie gets up from her knees, apparently so enthralled by the sensation of sucking Ms. Langwood's cock that she doesn't even notice the spittle sliding from her chin to spatter down onto her chest until some of it drips onto the polished surface of Ms. Langwood's desk, prompting her to quickly wipe it off with the back of her hand. She proceeds to stack up the papers on the desk off to one side, nervously curtsying and stammering "Y-yes, m-ma'am" every time Ms. Langwood corrects her as to which ones should go together. You know what's expected of you, so when the desk is clear you step forward to hop up on the edge and then scoot back, lay back to raise your hips and pull your skirt up, then spread your legs with your feet and ass on the edge of the thick slab of smoked glass, your raised knees tilting out to give her full access to your pussy. Ms. Langwood trails her fingers over your raised legs, your bare chest, your arms; sometimes her fingerips stroking you gently, sometimes her nails scraping your sensitive skin as she touches you as she pleases. It takes her a while to get to your breasts, by which time your heart is already pounding, and when her touch grazes your nipples you can't hold back a moan. "I'm going to fuck you here on my desk, Mrs. Wayward. But not yet." Her fingers trail down towards your crotch but veer off to slide along the outside of your right leg, then up again along the inside, skipping over your pussy to do the same with the left. "First I think we should do a bit more to introduce young Miss Rook to her duties. What do you think we should have her do?" Ms. Langwood's fingers finally reach your pussy, her soft teasing touches drawing further moans from you. "Wh-whatever y-you see fit, Ms. L-langwood." Through misty eyes you see her lips twitch in the hint of a smile. "That's the correct answer, Mrs. Wayward. Whatever I see fit." You're sure that exchange is more for Ellie's benefit than yours - you know that when it comes to giving Ms. Langwood relief, she has the last word but Ellie may not have as much experience with working with futas with important jobs. You tear your eyes away from your boss's face to glance at Ellie, trying to give her a comforting smile but feeling your face contort into an expression of frustrated arousal as Ms. Langwood continues to tease your wet pussy. Ellie's face is flushed red, her hands gripping the hem of her skirt with whitened knuckles, jumping when Ms. Langwood turns to her and calls her name. "Miss Rook? Will you please come over here and let me feel that pretty body?" Ellie approaches Ms. Langwood cautiously, clearly still nervous despite all she has already seen and done. When she stops she fidgets with her fingers in front of her crotch "Wh-what do y-you want me to do, ma'am?" The corners of Ms. Langwood's mouth curl up in the barest hint of a smile. "Nothing, Miss. Rook. For now, do nothing." Then she steps forward, brushing the back of her hand lightly over Ellie's cheek and down her neck, drawing the fingers of her other hand through her lustrous brown hair. Ellie holds herself still while Ms. Langwood's hands caress her face, her hair, her shoulders, then unbutton her blouse and cup her breasts, making your young colleague gasp softly. Ms. Langwood draws her fingertips over Ellie's stiff nipples, then grips one between her thumb and forefinger to pinch it lightly, drawing a gasping moan from her, then another as she repeats the maneuver with her other breast. She lingers on Ellie's breasts for a while longer, alternating gentle caresses with pinching and pulling at her nipples, making her squirm. Then she continues down to Ellie's pants, slowly undoing the buttons in front and slipping her hand inside. Ellie shivers and moans at the intimate touch, reflexively grabbing hold of Ms. Langwood's arms as her legs tremble, then bend forward to push her face into the older woman's chest as the caress grows more intense. Ms. Langwood continues to play with Ellie's pussy inside her pants for a few moments but pulls her hand out before the young woman can cum, clearly intent on teasing her for her own pleasure. She holds her wet fingers up before Ellie's misty eyes and the girl eagerly parts her lips to receive them into her mouth, sucking up her own juices. Ms. Langwood keeps her fingers in Ellie's mouth while her other hand slides down the girl's back to grab her bubbly butt, squeezing her round cheeks through her pants while she slowly fucks her mouth with her fingers, looking deep into her hazel eyes. Then she abruptly pulls away, leaving Ellie disheveled and aroused with a look of lust and longing on her face. "That will be enough of that for now, Miss Rook." Ellie nods mutely, her gaze following Ms. Langwoods hands. "To finish off, I would like you to lick Mrs. Wayward's pussy." "Y-yes, Ms. Langwood." You follow Ellie with your eyes as she steps over to the edge of Ms. Langwood's desk. She briefly meets your gaze from between your raised knees before she lowers herself down to kneel before your pussy, Ms. Langwood moving in behind her to watch. Ellie places her hands on your hips and then you feel her hot breath on your sex, soft irregular puffs of air washing over you as she gathers her courage. Then her mouth is on you. She may not have much experience with cocks, at least not ones as big as Ms. Langwood's, but she knows how to eat pussy. She alternates between long, soft tongue strokes, quick flicks with just the tip, sucking, kissing. She starts out soft and gentle but gradually focuses more and more on your clit, quickly learning from your moaned instructions and gasps of pleasure what you enjoy the most. While you lie back and enjoy your young colleague's ministrations you can hear Ms. Langwood's heels click on the floor, and soon you feel her hands on your naked skin. She trails her fingers up and down your body, lightly rakes your legs with her nails, squeezes your breasts and tugs at your nipples, leans down to kiss you hungrily, taking full advantage of the way your body is displayed to her. When she recognizes the signs of your approaching orgasm she tells Ellie to move aside. Ms. Langwood steps up to the edge of the desk, locking her gaze in yours while she strokes her long, thick cock with one hand and caresses your leg with the other. Her fingers trail along the outside of your thigh to your raised knee, then down along the inside to your pussy, brushing her thumb across your clit to make you gasp before spreading you open. You've taken her cock many times before, but it always surprises you just how big she is. When she pushes the fat tip through your entrance you groan, feeling yourself shiver with anticipation. She holds herself there for a moment, whether to give you a chance to prepare or to tease you you can't tell, but then she pushes deeper, and deeper, and deeper, your pussy stretching to accommodate her massive cock, whimpering involuntarily with the slight tinge of pain that follows the pleasure. Her cock buried to the hilt inside you, Ms. Langwood grabs your hips and grinds herself against you, making you gasp as she pushes herself just a little bit deeper into you, the fat head of her cock filling the deepest parts of you. After she has held herself there for what feels like minutes she slowly starts to pull out, the sensation filling you with a mixture of relief, longing for more, and anticipation of her next thrust. However, before she pushes forward again she turns to Ellie. "Miss Rook, while I fuck Mrs. Wayward will you please sit in my chair and masturbate?" You see Ellie blush a deep red and how she tries to cover up her embarrassment by curtsying and looking down at the floor. "O-okay. Uh, sorry, I, uh, I m-mean, of course. Ma'am! Of course, ma'am." She draws a deep breath and bites her lip to keep from babbling more apologies as she walks over to Ms. Langwood's luxurious chair on stiff legs, instinctively covering up her bare chest with one arm until she realizes what she's doing and lets it drop to her side. Ms. Langwood continues to fuck you with long, slow strokes while she watches Ellie walk, her eyes sliding up the young woman's slim legs to her bubbly butt. When Ellie turns around and looks a question at her she makes a waving motion with her hand. "Take it all off. I want to see you naked, Miss Rooks." Ellie swallows but quickly obeys, sliding her open blouse and jacket off her shoulders before taking off her pants and panties. Ms. Langwood nods her approval, momentarily breaking the rhythm of her thrusts to gesture towards the set of drawers closest to the chair. "There's a towel in the bottom one. I don't want to get stains on my chair." Ellie blushes again but retrieves the thick towel and spreads it on the chair, waiting for another nod of approval before sitting down. "Do you just want me to...?" Ms. Langwood sniffs irritably and makes an impatient gesture. "Hook your legs over the arm rests. I want to see you. All of you." "Y-y-yes, Ms. L-Langwood." Ellie is blushing a deep red all the way down to the top of her chest now - it's a good thing she's such a quick learner because it's obvious her education has some serious deficiencies if she's embarrassed about masturbating in front of a futa in need of relief - but she obeys, putting her young, beautiful body on display for her boss. "Very good. Now make yourself cum as quickly as you can." Ellie nods wordlessly as she starts to caress herself, first her round breasts, feeling her clearly hard and sensitive nipples, but quickly sliding one hand down to her pussy, her palm covering the small but dense patch of hair on her mound as she first slides her fingers up and down her slit to then focus her attention on her clit. Then you lose track of what she's doing because Ms. Langwood intensifies her thrusts, pushing her long, thick cock deep inside you again and again. You hear Ellie start to moan and then Ms. Langwood pulls out of you almost all the way, fucking you with a few quick, shallow thrusts, allowing you to glance at Ellie again, her face fixed on Ms. Langwood who sudenly pushes her cock all the way inside you at once, her hands pulling your hips against hers as she grinds herself against you, then leans down onto you, using her full weight to push herself as deep inside you as she can, and before you can recover she pulls out and thrusts inside you again, and again, and now she's fucking you hard and fast, her hips slapping against your ass, and as Ms. Langwood's thrusts get faster and harder, her massive cock driving into you again and again you feel your orgasm build and suddenly it's over you, your back arching as your pussy spasms around her thrusting cock, and after a few more deep thrusts you suddenly feel the familiar sensation of her cum flooding your pussy, and now you're cumming again, cumming, cumming so hard, your body shaking as your eyes roll back and you think you cry out but you can't hear yourself, completely lost in the intense pleasure. When you come down you're panting for breath, your body shiny with sweat, Ms. Langwood looking at you, her face shiny and red with exertion, a small satisfied smile curling her lips. "Well done, Mrs. Wayward, as always." You smile faintly back at her, happy for the praise. "It was my pleasure, Ms. Langwood." Her smile grows wry as her eyes twinkle. "I noticed. I suppose all that's left is for young Miss Rook to clean us up." Ms. Langwood takes a few steps to the side and towards Ellie, possibly to give you a better view for a later performance review of the new employee. Ellie approaches her nervously and when Ms. Langwood tells her to she gets down on her knees, her gaze flicking between Ms. Langwoods face and her cock, still halfway hard despite her recent orgasm and glistening with her sperm and your juices. "Just use your mouth to clean my cock. Haven't you done this before?" Ellie looks down, blushing a deep red. "Not, uh, not really." "Then just start at the tip. You enjoyed sucking that before, didn't you?" "O-okay. I m-mean, uh, y-yes, ma'am." Still hesitant, Ellie opens her mouth for Ms. Langwood's cock, letting the older woman push the fat tip in between her lips. "Good. Now squeeze it, get all the cum out." Ellie obeys, stroking the fat shaft to milk out the slow dribbles of cum still leaking from the tip. You can see her swallow, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks for more. Under Ms. Langwood's patient direction Ellie continues to suck and lick her cock clean, alternating between sucking the tip and licking it from the base up. Once Ms. Langwood is satisfied, she leads Ellie over to the desk where you are still recovering from your series of intense orgasms. "Now do the same for Mrs. Wayward. Oh, and my desk." "Y-yes, ma'am." Ellie's voice sounds distant, but she hastens to obey. When you feel her mouth on your newly fucked pussy you lean back and enjoy the sensation, hearing her swallow the trickle of cum still leaking from deep inside you, shivering with pleasure when she laps at your labia and clit, then sucks them, working diligently to clean you up. When she pulls away you raise yourself on your elbows and scoot back to watch her slurp up the pool of cooling cum that had already dripped out of you, then carefully lick up every trace of it from the smoky glass surface of Ms. Langwood's desk. "Very good, Miss Rook. I can see you will be a solid addition to our team." "Thank you, Ms. Langwood!" You can see Ellie beam at her new boss. "That will be all for now. I'll see you soon again." Recognizing the dismissal, you climb down from Ms. Langwood's desk and take Ellie's hand. You make sure both you and Ellie have all your clothes with you before you leave, Ms. Langwood already back at work. You show Ellie the way to the changing room, answering all her many, many questions about Ms. Langwood and the other futas in the office. Then you shower together, washing each other off and making out a little before you go down on her to let her release some of the tension she built up during your intense session with Ms. Langwood. Then you dry off and change into fresh clothes, Ellie having dutifully packed the two extra sets you told her to bring when you gave her instructions for her first day. You lead her to her desk and get her started with her e-mail and other administrative set-up, strongly suspecting Ms. Langwood will call you both back in before the day is over...

Chapter 1 - Leila's Test

This chapter introduces Leila, femme assistant to an officer in the Futarchy Peace Force. You've just logged into your computer for the morning when the intercom buzzes and Sub-Commander Hurt's voice calls you into her office. You stand up and shrug your jacket off, leaving you in a white tank top, spike-heeled boots, and a skin-tight black skirt that barely covers your ass even when you're standing up. You pick up the briefing packet from your in-tray and enter the Sub-Commander's office. Unlike your own sterile room it's well decorated, with comfortable leather chairs, a darkwood desk, and a thick, lush rug. As usual, the Sub-Commander is on the phone, occasionally speaking into a headset but mostly listening intently. She gestures for you to place the document folder in front of her, then towards the desk. Your heart is already pounding harder as you get down on your hands and knees and crawl in under her desk. The Sub-Commander pulls her skirt up. Her cock is as strong and hard as its owner, as much a weapon as the stunner she always has on her hip, but to you it is a thing of beauty. You lick your lips when you see drop of precum forming at the tip and draw a deep breath through your nose, the scent sending a shiver through your body. Without any further prompting you gently grasp her shaft with your hands, then open your lips to take her tip into your mouth. The taste makes your face flush and your nipples stiffen, and you work your hands up and down as you begin to give her the first of this day's blowjobs. You circle the tip of her cock with your tongue while you stroke her shaft, then begin to bob your head up and down. You've only been with the Sub-Commander for a few weeks, but you've learned what she likes. She wants her service efficient and straight to the point with no hint of teasing or dawdling, so you work her cock hard and fast. After a couple of minutes you have relaxed enough to try to take her all the way down your throat, and on the second try you succeed. Her hand reaches down to pat your head as a reward, then takes hold of the back of your head to hold you impaled until she feels you gag around her swollen shaft. When she releases you you draw a few quick breaths which makes the string of saliva hanging between your chin and the tip of her cock tremble, then quickly get back to your task. It isn't long before you hear her breathing grow heavier and you intensify your sucking, both your hands working her shaft, sliding easily as it is slick with your spit. Then she grabs your head with both hands and fucks your mouth, her cock going all the way down your gagging throat with each hard thrust. You ball your hands into fists, pressing them against the small of your back to keep from trying to resist her, something that is sure to draw swift and harsh punishment. Soon she draws a deep breath, gasps, then grunts a couple of times as she shoots her big load of hot cum down your throat, her hands pressing your face against her crotch as she pulses and twitches in your mouth. You swallow as best you can, and when she relaxes her grip you pull back enough to draw a few deep breaths through your nose but keep your mouth around her cock. Using both hands you squeeze the last few drops of cum out of her, your tongue caressing her tip and catching the delicious juice. You swirl it around in your mouth for a few ecstatic seconds before swallowing, licking your lips to get every trace of Hurt's savory sperm into your mouth. Once she's fully drained you pull back, not wanting to annoy her by keeping at it for too long. You pull her skirt back down over her now semi-flaccid cock and crawl out from under her desk, curtsy, and return to your station, closing the door behind you. Back at your desk you spend the next hour managing the Sub-Commander's schedule, answering some of her routine e-mails, and generally arranging the practical details of her professional life. She's doing a surprise inspection next week which requires a certain amount of secrecy so you've set up some dummy meetings in other parts of the sector together with some of the other assistants you trust. Then the Sub-Commander calls you back in again. Soon you're on your back on her desk with your top off while she alternates between fucking your throat and pushing her cock between your breasts. You're very proud of your breasts, full and firm as they are, with big nipples that are almost constantly hard, and it's become very clear to you that your boss is a bit of a tit-hound. When she's not as busy as she was this morning she usually takes some time to play with your tits before fucking you or having you suck her off. Now her hands are constantly on them, whether she has her cock between them or down your throat, squeezing them, mashing them together, flicking and pinching your stiff nipples to make you moan and squirm. She never speaks to you while she's fucking you and despite your training you can't help but feel that that's a little degrading when you think about it. But the taste of her cock and the feel of her hands on your skin banish all such thoughts, making you willing and accepting of whatever she requires of you, even if it's to have your throat fucked sore while she plays with your tits. You know she has an appointment at eleven, but she must have done away with most of her work until then because she's taking her time with you, which is highly unusual. Normally her sexual interest in you is limited to having you make her cum as quickly and efficiently as possible but for once she actually seems to be taking pleasure in using you. It's a little confusing, but in a good way. Maybe she's finally warming up to you? The thought sends a warm fuzzy wave through your body. You've never been able to cum just from having your mouth and tits used, but the combination of Hurt's extended interest in your body and the idea that she might be starting to enjoy you as more than a fuck doll is bringing you to the brink. Your pussy is literally dripping wet and she barely has to touch your nipples to make you gasp with frustration. This seems to entice her further and she wraps your tits around her spit-slick shaft, tit-fucking you while she keeps her thumbs firmly planted on your nipples, making you incoherent with pain-tinged pleasure. You gasp with every ragged breath, then choke as she without warning shoves her cock into your mouth again, fucking your throat with hard, deep thrusts as she clamps her fingers around your nipples and pulls your breasts up. You are overcome by an intense and sudden orgasm when her rough fingers send lines of fire from your nipples down to the center of your belly, your hips thrusting against the air and your fingers clawing at the surface of the desk. The combination of being choked by a thick cock while you cum without your pussy having been touched at all makes you feel like you're falling even as Hurt shudders and shoots spurt after spurt of hot cum straight down your throat, her fingers still pinching your nipples hard. Just when you think you're going to black out she pulls out and strokes herself over your face, shooting the last part of her load over your breasts that suddenly miss her ungentle touch. While she catches her breath she rubs her sperm into your skin and gives you the tip of her cock to nuzzle. You suck greedily, savoring the taste of her cum before swallowing. For once she lets you take your time with it, perhaps as a reward. When she finally pulls out she actually looks at your face, brushing your cheek with her fingers. Her face is as unreadable as ever but there's something in her gaze, in the way her dark eyes linger on you. Then it's gone and she's back to her usual business-like manner. "Well done, Leila. The Futarchy appreciates your service." You can't quite formulate a response and your surprised nod probably looks strange as you're still on your back with your head hanging off the edge of the desk, but before you can gather your thoughts for a more meaningful response the Sub-Commander is back to her usual businesslike demeanor. "Now get this cleaned up. I need you to be ready again at eleven." "Yes, Sub-Commander!" You get down from her desk and wipe up the small puddle of juices you have left on it using your discarded top, eagerly licking up the few drops of her cum that has spattered over the smooth surface. Once her desk is clean, you curtsy and leave her office. If she needs you for the meeting you'll need to freshen up first, so you head off for the bottom floor communal showers. Like most workplaces, Peace Force Station 17 has an in-office changing room and shower to allow the workers to keep clean and fresh during the day. Since most futa require a release at least every couple of hours there's a lot of bodily fluids produced, and when much of them end up in or on people along with the sweat that tends to result from the pure physical exertion, there's a need for regular washing. Also like many other workplaces the showers here are on the bottom floor with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the street. There's a certain competetiveness between various government agencies and other places of employment regarding the attractiveness of their staff so they like to take this chance to show off their assets. It can also be a useful recruiting tool. You're alone in the elevator down, and there aren't that many people in the changing room either. You kiss hello with a couple of other girls you know and curtsy to the only futa you see there. Even though she's busy fucking another girl up against the wall and wouldn't notice if you didn't, the Peace Force tends to be strict about protocol. For similar reasons you take one of the showers near the window, once you've put your clothes away in one of the storage boxes: As the assistant to a high-ranking officer, your employers expect you to display yourself to the public as part of your service to the state. There isn't much foot traffic at this time of day, but again, protocol. You wash yourself quickly, not because you mind the few onlookers who glance your way or stop for a minute or two, but because you know your shower time will be monitored and tallied and you don't want to seem like you're wasting government time and resources. Besides, the Sub-Commander will want you back behind your desk, or under hers. You towel off and get back to the lockers for your things, and you've just put your clothes back on when Lis comes in. Lis works at the External Communications office, and she is one of your closest friends. Like all ExCom workers she's stunningly beautiful, with an expressive face, full lips, and blonde curls to die for, and you know she never needs to go to bed alone unless she wants to. You've stayed over at her place a handfull of times and she's a skilled if somewhat conventional lover. You exchange some gossip with her - a couple of officers from your station will provide security for a visiting vid star, the new local ExCom Director is a bit of a bitch, there's rumors some terrorists were arrested last week - then kiss her goodbye. If you'd had the time you would have made out with her a bit, but you're both in a bit of a hurry and neither of your bosses are exactly patient with girls who dawdle in the showers. You watch together as the futa you saw when coming in finishes fucking the girl she had pushed up against the wall, shooting a big load of cum over her back, then leads her away towards the showers taking about "round three". She has the tough, athletic look of a patrol officer so most likely she'd been out on the streets for a few hours without a chance to fuck anyone and was making up for lost time. Now that you've seen her face you recognize the girl with her as one of the newer ones in the office pool who aren't assigned to any particular officer. You exchange some gossip with Lis - a couple of officers from your station will provide security for a visiting vid star, her new boss is a bit of a bitch, there's rumors some terrorists were arrested last week - then kiss her goodbye. If you'd had the time you would have made out with her a bit, but you're both in a bit of a hurry and neither of your bosses are exactly patient with girls who dawdle in the showers. On your way up you share the elevator with one of the other Sub-Commanders' sergeants who pulls down your top so she can play with your tits while you ride up, so you're a little flushed from more than almost being late when you get back to your station where your boss' eleven o'clock appointment is already waiting, at least ten minutes early. All you knew about her beforehand was that the Sub-Commander called her Janie. Now she's sitting in one of the visitor's chair by the door to the Sub-Commander's office, her booted feet propped up on the small table while she idly strokes her cock, the scent of her precum unusually strong. The only things she's wearing apart from her combat boots is a belt and an equipment harness, a stunner strapped to the former and the latter looking a bit empty, like she usually carries around a dozen things strapped to her body that she had to leave behind for this visit. Her skin is a dark chocolate color and her body is strong and lithe, her hair cropped down to a short black fuzz, but what really catches your attention are her eyes. They're big and dark and calculating, giving her an alluring but somehow frightening look. You curtsy, and after giving you a quick look Janie waves for you to go to your desk. You curtsy again and begin to work through the emails that have accumulated while you've been busy. The scent of Janie's pre-cum soon reaches you and you feel yourself get a little wet, but you continue to focus on your work. After a couple of minutes she gets out of her seat and moves to stand behind you, taking your left hand and placing it on her cock while her right reaches in under your top to squeeze your breast. You continue sorting through the messages for the Sub-Commander as best you can through the combined distractions of keeping your hand moving at an even pace while Janie's hands grow more familiar with your breasts and nipples. When the intercom buzzes to let you know Hurt is ready for her guest she steps back and releases you after giving one nipple an extra pinch. Your legs are a little wobbly when you open the door for her and you glance longingly at her bobbing cock when she steps past you. To your surprise Hurt tells you to follow Janie inside, and what follows is the strangest conversation you've ever had. You all sit down around the small table in one corner of the room that Sub-Commander Hurt uses for informal meetings. She asks you to take notes, but instead of your normal datapad and stylus you get a pad of paper and a pencil that's in sore need of sharpening. Then Hurt and Janie start up a long, meandering conversation about people you've never heard of before. Sometimes one or the other gets up to sit on or behind Hurt's desk instead and when they return they sit down on a different chair from before, and they tell you to go fetch things that sometimes aren't there, then tell you to sit somewhere else. Once Hurt grabs you and pulls you down onto her lap, something she never does otherwise, playing with your tits and getting in the way of whatever meager notes you'd otherwise would have been able to take. Sometimes they ask you to repeat parts of the conversation back to them or ask you questions about the people they've been talking about, half the time asking for things they haven't mentioned, at least not that you can remember. For a while Janie sits right next to you and fingers you while she has you stroke her cock and they start talking about your looks and sexual skills, Hurt giving a very vivid description of how you got her off that same morning. By the end your head is swimming from your own excitement and confusion along with the pheromones they're giving off. Janie's precum has a particularly strong scent and when her cock is in view you find it hard to keep your eyes off of it. Then they stop talking as abruptly as they started, without seeming to have reached any kind of conclusion. Hurt takes her usual place behind her desk and waves you forward to stand in front of her, Janie retreating to a corner. You can feel her gaze on you and it takes an effort of will not to glance back at her and her enticing cock. Hurt asks you a few more questions about what just happened and you use the few notes you were able to take as support for your memory and answer as best you can. Did Leila pass the test? Leave a comment below if you want the story to go a particular way, then find out in the next chapter!

Chapter 5 - Lin and Amanda

You're Lin Wayward, a cheerleader and senior at the Wet Valley High School, and you live with your mother and stepsister in a house on Shady Oaks Lane in a small suburban area. You're also a futa, which means not only that you have a cock instead of a vagina but also that you have a very strong sex drive. Fortunately society expects everyone, including your family, to help satisfy your needs, and most are eager to do so. You're only ten minutes into second period English, but your need for relief has become unbearable. You woke up late and didn't have time to get off this morning, and after first period art Ms. Coxbury asked you to stay behind to give you some pointers on perspective so you didn't have time to cum then either. It doesn't help that your English teacher, Ms. Fairlight, is a stunning beauty, tall and blonde, with legs, ass, and tits to die for. She's wearing a tight, black skirt, her usual starched, white blouse, and black shoes with thick soles and ridiculously high heels that don't seem to hamper her at all. Your need has gotten to the point where you can't satisfy yourself but need the help of someone else. Amanda recently moved here and has only been in your class for a couple of weeks. She's a tall girl with red, curly hair and strong shoulders, good at sports but quiet and very serious. You haven't had much of a chance to interact with her and so far you haven't asked her to give you relief, but sometime's got to be the first, right? You lean over to poke her in the back, and she turns around with a start to give you a surprised look. You gesture towards the tent your achingly hard cock is making of your skirt and mouth "Help me out?" to her. She's clearly caught by surprise, but she nods and then tilts her head towards Ms. Fairlight, giving you a questioning look. You raise your hand and wait for Ms. Fairlight to notice you - perhaps things worked differently where Amanda went to school before coming here, but here teachers expect to be notified if someone is to give relief during class. "Miss Wayward?" "Uh, Ms. Fairlight, I need to cum. Would it be okay if Amanda helped me?" Ms. Fairlight nods. "Just don't make too much noise, please." Amanda looks surprised, perhaps expecting your teacher to send you out of the classroom, but then she pushes her chair back and moves over to you, hunkering down beside your chair. When she leans in to whisper her breath is warm against your cheek. "What do you need?" You turn your chair to face her and pull your skirt up to free your cock and whisper back to her. "Could you use your hands?" Amanda takes a firm grip on your shaft. She strokes you slowly at first, getting a feel for your reactions, then speeds up, clearly assuming - not incorrectly - that you want to get off as quickly as possible. You bite your lower lip to keep from moaning out loud, drawing quick, impatient breaths through your nose. A couple of your classmates glance your way when Ms. Fairlight isn't watching, but the sight of you getting off in class has worn off its novelty for most of them. Amanda clearly isn't new to providing relief, and in fact she seems to enjoy it more than most. She rubs the tip of your cock against her nipples, despite the fact that your precum stains her white blouse. She looks up at your face with a dreamy expression, and you gesture for her to take her top off. Amanda slowly unbuttons her white school blouse, watching your face as more of her pale, lightly freckled skin is revealed. You stroke yourself and stifle a moan of excitement as her breasts come into view. They're not very big, but beautifully shaped, with pink nipples that are already stiffening. You reach down to brush your fingers across her nipples, the ghost of a smile playing across her lips as she arches her back to give you full access to her chest. Playing with Amanda's breasts while you stroke your hard cock is very pleasurable, but it's not enough to get you off so you gesture for her to use her mouth. Amanda shifts her grip towards the base of your shaft and leans down over your lap. The curtain of her red curls hides her face but the feeling of her mouth enveloping the tip of your cock is unmistakable. You stifle a moan as she begins to suck you while she strokes you with her hand. She strokes your leg with her other hand as she bobs her head up and down on your cock, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm. Your need to cum is strong, but you're not quite there yet. Between stifled gasps and moans you whisper to her that you want to titfuck her. Amanda leans in a little closer, adjusting her position so she can push her breasts together around your cock, using her own spit as lubricant. She begins to move up and down, watching your face with that same dreamy expression, perfectly focused on your pleasure. You stare back into her blue eyes, almost forgetting you're supposed to keep quiet so as to not disturb your other classmates. When Amanda sees your brow furl from the frustration of not being able to cum she shifts her position and bends her head to catch the tip of your cock in her mouth with each stroke. You're getting close now, the combination of her warm mouth, her breasts around your shaft, and her long curls tickling your skin pushing you closer and closer to your climax. Amanda adjusts her posture, holding up her small, well-shaped breasts for you with her hands. Her skin is pale with a dusting of freckles, and her pink nipples are stiff against her fingers when she tweaks them, her gaze never leaving your face as you stroke yourself over her. The display is enough to push you over the edge. You bite your lip hard to stifle a cry as you cum, your cock pulsating in your hand as you shoot thick, heavy spurts of sperm onto Amanda's chest, covering her breasts and hands with glistening cum. She keeps watching your face as she smears your sperm over her breasts, replacing your hand on your cock with her own when your climax passes. She brings your softening cock to her lips, swallowing the last dribbles of sperm, sucking you gently as you soften. When she lets you go you begin to look for some tissues in your bag, but she waves them off, instead rising to her feet. She hesitates for a moment before leaning down to kiss your cheek, then returns to her seat and digs up a towel from her bag to wipe herself off, leaving her blouse undone for the rest of the class. For the rest of Ms. Fairlight's class you find your gaze keeps wandering over to Amanda, and once you think you catch her looking at you. When the bell rings you try to catch up to her, but the throng of your classmates keeps you separated until you realize you don't even know where her locker is. (This playthrough hits six of the scene's 11 paragraphs and one of its four different endings, taking one of the 30+ different paths. This scene is included in the backer version of the game available to my Patreon backers.)

Chapter 1 - Trick Or Treat

"Mom? Do we have to go trick-or-treating?" Jessica's voice has that plaintive-bordering-on-sulky tone that can really get on your nerves. You know it's a total lie when Danny says you sound exactly the same when you're trying to get out of something. Just because you're identical twins you're not the same in every way! "Of course you do! You're eighteen now, it's tradition!" "But why do I have to be the angel?!" Aha, there it is! That's the real reason Jessica's pouting - she got the boring angel costume while you get to be the cool devil. "Because rock beats scissors, that's why!" You stick your tongue out at your twin sister, but when her face darkens you hastily retreat back into the bathroom and lock the door behind you. Not because you're scared, of course, you just want some privacy. Jessica pounds on the door and shouts about cheating and how everything's always unfair and you kind of zone her out while you touch up your makeup. That's probably another reason she's being such a baby - being the Devil means you get awesome makeup with black lipstick, thick lines that show off your awesome cheekbones, and heavy mascara that makes your eyes pop. The bad part is that you have to wear a wig, because for some reason the Devil can't be blonde and there's no way you're dying your hair black for just one night. The wig is itchy and it's hard to get it perfectly straight, especially since you have to put on the cheap plastic horns over it, but you guess it's just one of those things you have to put up with. There's a more measured knock on the door and you realize Jessica must have stomped off to sulk somewhere else when your mother asks if you're done. "I guess", you answer, giving your reflection a final critical look. The makeup is awesome (your mother helped with that and you have to admit she did a great job), and the black top and tights you added to the costume makes the bright red corset (bustier? bodice?) and miniskirt stand out nicely, especially together with the black and red cape. "Yeah, I'm ready", you say, mostly to yourself. When you exit the bathroom you make a little ta-da motion with your hands, but to your surprise your mother shakes her head and gives you one of those looks. "What's this? No no no, this won't do at all." "What? What do you mean?" In spite of your protests she pushes you back into the bathroom and starts tugging at your clothes, and before you know it you've lost the black top and your leggings along with both your bra and your panties. (You didn't really need the bra with the bustier (corset?) being a bit big for your breasts, but it felt weird not wearing it.) "Motherrr!" "Hush now, Jennifer." She continues to tug at your clothes, adjusting the skirt and the- "Stand still! I need to adjust your bustier." "But I'm naked!" She looks up at you and you can see she's just barely restraining herself from rolling her eyes. "You're not naked, you have the costume on. You're only nearly naked." You make an exasperated sound, gesturing with your hands to convey to her the extent to which that's not a real improvement. "Oh sweetie, you know what trick-or-treating means." You blush a deep red, your gaze flicking from here to there around the bathroom; everywhere but your mother's face. "Of course I do, I'm not a child! But you said we're just going around the neighborhood. It's just going to be the people we know, they're not going to want to..." You trail off, your mind unwilling to picture what comes at the end of that sentence. "Jennifer. Honey." Your mother sounds so serious your gaze is drawn back to her face, but when you meet her gaze she's smiling and oh my god are those tears in her eyes?! She stands up and gives you a tight hug, kissing the top of your head. (The effect is somewhat lessened by the wig, but it still gives you some of the feeling it did when she would do the same when you were younger.) "Of course they'll want to, you have nothing to worry about. You are a very beautiful young woman." You hug your mother close, sniffling a little. You hadn't quite wanted to admit even to yourself that you were feeling insecure about your looks and worrying that nobody would be interested in you. You know Jessica feels the same - maybe that's why you both wanted the Devil costume, to have something outrageous to hide behind. You stay like that for a while, your mother stroking the wig (again losing some of the effect, but you'll take it) to comfort you. Then when you've collected yourself you pull back, turning to the bathroom mirror to check your makeup and straighten your horns, meeting your mother's gaze in the glass. She smiles and you smile back after very carefully dabbing at your eyes with a tissue. "Okay. Okay, then." You turn around and give her another hug, then go out into the hallway. You nearly bump into Danny who's wearing the same silly Peter Pan costume he wore last year. You give him a look that he correctly interprets as "Really? The same thing again? Really?", and he gives you a careless shrug and a smile that says "What? I know what works" to which you roll your eyes and sniff "You may be two years older than me but you're still more immature". You both go down the stairs to join Jessica who's still pouting. Her bustier and skirt are white rather than red, and in place of a black wig with horns and a black cape she has a tinsel halo and a pair of fluffy wings on her back. You start to say something conciliatory but she holds her hand up. "Whatever. Let's get this over with." "Wait! Don't forget your candy!" That's your dad's voice coming from the kitchen, quickly followed by his plaid-shirt-and-silly-trapper-hat lumberjack costumed body carrying three small white bags in one hand and a comically oversized latex axe in the other, handing you one bag each. You're surprised at how light yours is, and when you open it there's just a couple of candybars at the bottom. "But daddy, this isn't nearly enough!" Your dad gives you a surprised look, then glances up at your mother who's walking down the stairs, already in what you're guessing is her lumberjack's fiancée costume with a frilly dress and a similar cap except white - how she's had time to change you can't understand, even if she was just in her robe before - and they do that annoying parent telepathy thing where they just look at each other for a moment and somehow have a whole conversation. "Oh, I don't think you need to worry about that, sweetie. You're all very pretty, yes, and handsome" - he deflects Danny's protest before he has time to voice it - "and if you need more you can just come back here. But you won't need to. Because you're pretty. And handsome." You and Jessica both try to protest but Danny and your dad both start pushing you towards the door, and suddenly you're outside. "Just stick with Danny and you'll be fine." Your parents are both in the doorway now, blocking any chance of getting back inside with dignity. "Good luck! Have fun! Be nice!" And with that they close the door behind you. "Alright!" Danny rubs his hands and starts walking down the driveway. You hang back with your heart pounding in your chest, and when you glance over at Jessica she looks exactly like you're feeling: nervous going on terrified. But before your brother can start being all brothery you set your jaw, grip the candy bag tightly in your hand, and nod to your twin sister. She nods back, and somehow you both get your legs moving. "I guess we're actually doing this." "It sure looks that way." You give each other a brief smile, and when she shifts her bag you take her hand, your previous quarrel left behind. Danny has already jogged across the street to Ms. Hank's house. While you follow him on trembling legs he uses the knocker and loudly yells "Trick or treat!", the door soon opening to reveal Ms. Hanks in a short, clingy silk robe. "Oh, hi Danny! Are you coming to me first this year too?" "Of course, Ms. Hank! You know you're my favorite neighbor." You roll your eyes. "No surprise there." Jessica shoots you a look that makes you grin, and then you both break out in giggles. Danny's had a thing for Ms. Hank for as long as you can remember. It's not really surprising: She's not just over ten years his senior so she was a young woman when he was getting interested in girls, she's also got a great figure, she flirts with everyone, and she tends to wear very skimpy outfits. She moved here to help take care of her elderly aunt Flora, but she also used to babysit you. Back when she would go trick-or-treating you know he always tried to sneak out of his room to watch when she came around to your house. While you cross the street up to her driveway, Ms. Hanks is making a show of looking in Danny's treat bag which you can tell all the way from here has made his face fall, but then she pushes it away and gives him a wink. "Never mind, I guess I'll take the trick. Oh, hi girls!" "Hello Ms. Hank", you answer her in unison, giving her a shy wave. For once you're grateful for her habit of dressing provocatively as it makes you feel less exposed yourself when her robe barely covers her ass and has slipped open enough to show plenty of her generous cleavage. "I keep telling you to call me Lucy. Either way, I'm letting Danny turn a trick so you can move on if you like. Or you can stay and watch." She smiles and gives you a wink that makes you blush all the way from your wig down to the top of your chest. "Uhm, we're supposed to stay together..." "Yeah, Dad said we should stick to Danny. It's our first time." "I figured as much. Well, this shouldn't take long." Before Danny can feel slighted she's grabbed him over his shorts, making him gasp. "Let's see if you've grown since last year." While Danny quickly strips out of his shorts and pulls down his tights, Ms. Hank shoots you a wink and a smirk that says she's seen plenty of his cock since last Halloween. You exchange a glance with Jessica, both of you figuring that's why it takes him twice as long to mow her lawn as anyone else's. Then you both spin around when she pulls down your brother's shorts and tights and his cock springs into view, neither of you feeling very interested in viewing that particular piece of human anatomy anymore than absolutely necessary. Shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other, you're treated to a few minutes of the sound of Ms. Hank sucking your brother's dick. It sounds like she's doing something very different from what you've tried yourself, all wet and slurping and noisy. You can't resist sneaking a peek, and if that hadn't been your brother it would have been kind of hot. Ms. Hank - Lucy - is hunkered down in front of him, stroking him with one hand while she squeezes one of her breasts with the other, her robe hanging open as her head moves back and forth, a thick string of spittle swinging from her chin. You quickly look away, but from the corner of your eye you catch Jessica's eye and from the look on her face she's had a peek too. She looks apprehensive and you seek out her hand to hold it tight. "I think you're ready now." Ms. Hank's voice is a bit breathless, as is Danny's when he answers "Yes, Ms. Hank". You risk another peek and catch a look of her leaning back against the front door, her robe hanging open to show her whole naked body, and then Danny steps forward and she grabs hold of his dick and guides it in between her spread legs. You whip your eyes forward again, shivering when you hear her moan deeply. "Oh yes, Danny, you have grown!" You and Jessica roll your eyes at each other at boys' obsession with having the size of their dicks praised, still holding each others' hands while you listen to the sounds of fucking. It's very different from when you're doing it yourself - yes, you've had sex for a while now, even more since you and Jessica got separate rooms when you turned eighteen, but again this is much noisier, especially the way Lucy talks to Danny, telling him to fuck her harder and how big his cock is. Lucy and Danny are soon gasping, and when she moans that she's cumming he makes a strangled noise that presumably signals that he's joining her. You turn around when it seems they should have had enough time to decouple and dress but instead you get an eyeful of Lucy hunkered down in front of Danny again, gazing up at him while she squeezes his cock over her tongue, slowly licking the underside of his shaft before swallowing demonstratively. You stand frozen while she gets to her feet and kisses his cheek, then closes her robe while he grins like an idiot. "See you again next year, Danny. Maybe your sisters won't be quite as shy then." She shoots you another of those blush-inducing looks and you stammer something back while Jessica motions angrily for Danny to pull his pants up and let's go already! He's oblivious to it of course, a stupid smile on his face as he waves goodbye to her while she blows him a kiss before closing the door. Finally you go both go up and grab him (by the elbows, because god knows where his hands have been) and drag him down from the porch. You almost want to go back home, but you know your parents would scold you for not being adventurous enough so after exchanging a silent look with Jessica you nod at each other, steeling yourselves to pressing forward. The next house belongs to Mr. and Mrs. Lunson, an elderly couple who are always chatty and friendly when you bump into them on the street. Jessica and Danny have apparently decided it's your turn to knock, both of them taking a step back when you get up to the front door. You knock and try to step back to join them, but they're blocking your way. It's Mr. Lunson who opens, a big smile on his broad face. He's wearing a gingerbread man costume, the brown felt hat sagging a little on his head. "Hello children! Martha, it's the Richardsons!" Mrs. Lunson joins her husband, her witch costume simple but effective, consisting mainly of a black pointy hat and a false nose together with a dress that's only slightly more old-fashioned than the ones she usually wears. "Oh my, aren't you a cute little devil! Oh, and Jessica's the sweetest little angel!" You don't know how she's so good at telling you apart when nobody else but your family can do it reliably, but her friendly smile always makes you feel safe. "Trick or treat?" You blush as you hold out your nearly empty bag, your heart pounding hard in your chest. Is this it? But they both choose treat, Martha taking one of your candy bars and Mrs. Lunson taking one of Jessica's. They both hug all three of you like they usually do, though they're distinctively more handsy, Mrs. Lunson even more so than her husband. He just lets his hands linger a bit on your hips but she puts one hand square on your ass, kneading your butt cheek with her surprisingly strong fingers before letting you go, and when she kisses you goodbye it's right on the lips. When you walk down their driveway your heart is pounding just as hard as before, but now your feelings are more confused than the pure nervousness you felt before. Your next stop is the Madisons, a couple with three kids who are a few years younger than you. You hope to god the kids are shut away the way you used to be, because this will be embarrassing enough without them seeing you. Danny walks up to the front door while you and Jessica hang back, but when he rings the doorbell and Mr. Madison opens he steps off to the side, leaving the both of you in full view. "Uhm... trick or treat?" You can hear your voice shaking, but you force a smile. "Hi girls! Happy Halloween!" At first you think he's wearing some kind of werewolf costume with a ripped shirt and furry arms and chest, but when Mrs. Madison joins him in the doorway you she sees dressed up as Little Red Riding Hood so he must be the Big Bad Wolf. "Happy Halloween Jessica and Jennifer! And you too Danny, don't think I don't see you lurking there behind the door." Danny steps out with a grin. "Happy Halloween Mrs. Madison." She kisses him on the cheek and you see her hand slip inside his tights. "Aw, are you spent already? I was hoping for a ride this year." You see Danny blush even as his grin grows even wider. "I guess you'll have to make do with a treat?" He holds up his bag, but she pushes it away. "Not so quick there, cowboy. Let me have a look at what else is on offer first." She gives him another kiss before letting him step off to the side again. You're starting to relax a little - you've spent a lot of time at their house babysitting their younger children, and they've always been nice to you. And you can't deny that Mark is handsome, something even the wolf fuzz on his face can't hide. You take a tighter hold on Jessica's hand and pull her forward. You're not sure if it's the devil costume making you bolder or if you just have more of a thing for Mr. Madison than she does, but it seems you have to take the initiative here. She follows you forward, repeating your previous "Trick or treat?" in a breathless voice. "Let me get a good look at you two! Aren't you just the cutest couple!" "Thank you, Kelly." The Madisons have always insisted that you use their first names (except that one time when their son Brandon managed to set a fire in the living room while you were babysitting him and Tilda and you were busy with the flooding Tilda had caused in the bathroom), and they're good friends with your parents so you've always felt safe with them. But right now things feel different. Kelly and Mark are exchanging looks with each other and looking at you and Jessica in ways you're not used to, and Kelly's touching you - your neck, your arm, the top of your chest - in a way that's both exciting and a little frightening. "Which one do you like better, honey? The saucy devil or the sweet little angel?" Her question nearly makes your heart stop as everything suddenly becomes very real - you're going to have sex with your neighbors right here on their porch. "What kind of question is that? You know I'm all about the sweet, pretty girls." Mark gives his wife a big wolf grin and kisses her cheek. She gives him a satisfied smile in return. "Then I guess this hot devil is mine." She looks like she's about to ask which one you are, but then she shakes her head. "I think it's better if we don't know which is which." You quickly nod, then swallow hard as Kelly draws a finger down your cheek, then pulls you in for a kiss. Her lips are soft and warm and you feel like you're melting when she pulls you close. Then she's all over you, but not in a bad way. Not like Mike Wankerman that time you made out with him after the Winter Dance, not like a clingy, grabby octopus with clammy hands who grabs hold of your boobs and butt and constantly tries to get in between your legs. Kelly's touches are soft and gentle, but her hands and lips are constantly moving, stroking, caressing, kissing, just barely touching your lips, your neck, your arms, your thighs, your hands, your shoulders; heating up your whole body without giving you a chance to think or be afraid. She clearly knows what she wants, but she's drawing you to her rather than pushing you. And it works. God, it works! Before you know it you're returning her kisses, your hands hesitantly touching her before she guides them to where they want to go, showing you that you're allowed. When she starts kissing down your neck and over your collarbone you're almost panting with expectation, and when she tugs down the top of your bustier to free your breasts to the balmy evening air and then her lips your blood is pounding in your ears and several other places. When you feel her mouth on your nipple you gasp, pulling her against your chest even as her hand slips in between your legs, up under your short skirt. You hear yourself moan, then recognize it's not you but Jessica. Through misty eyes you look over at your twin sister sitting on Mark's lap, his mouth on her breast as his wife's is on yours. She glances over at you and you realize you've just made the exact same sound. Her face looks like an exact reflection of how you're feeling - excited, aroused, nervous, but not afraid. Kelly doesn't rush you but she keeps the initiative, showing you what to do, whispering words to you that you've never heard outside giggling whispers in the locker room, but from her they don't sound dirty - well, not dirty in a bad way. When she kneels before you to put her mouth on your pussy you're already wet and so very ready for her. She doesn't lick you like the boys you've been with, like it's something she's expected to do or something she's doing to get you to do something for her later. No, she's doing it because she's enjoying it, because it's something she wants to do, because she loves it. When she whispers up to you that she loves the taste of your cunt - that's the word she uses, and she makes it sound so good - you absolutely believe her, and it nearly makes you cum. You hear another moan from your sister, and when you look over at her she's still on Mark's lap but now she's facing him, rocking back and forth with his hands on her ass and her angel wings waving in the air, and when she raises herself so he can suck her breast you can see his cock slide out of her. When she starts to ride him more aggressively Kelly pushes a finger inside you, sending a line of fiery arousal up through your navel, her hand keeping pace with your sister's bouncing ass. You've never been with a woman before outside some half-drunken fumbling make-out at the end of a party or two, and you realize you've never been with anyone who knew what they were doing. But Kelly knows. Oh god, she knows! She does things with her mouth and fingers you didn't believe were possible, and when you cum it's a moment of unbearable tension followed by an amazing release, like your whole body becomes a knot that falls apart at a slight tug. She's licking and sucking your clit, two fingers working inside you, bringing you pleasure you've never received from a boy's dick or your own hand or even the shower head. She doesn't stop when you cum, but keeps going and going until you can't stand it anymore and have to pull away. When you do she rises to her feet smoothly, pulling you into a soft embrace and letting you tremble in her arms as you come down from the intensity of the experience. When you start to collect yourself you look over at Jessica and Mark. Your sister is still riding him, faster now, moaning every time she lets herself fall down over his lap to take him inside her. Kelly pulls your attention back with a kiss. "Do you want me to..." You trail off, unsure how to continue as you're not nearly as bold with your words as she is. She gives you a warm smile, adjusting your wig a little. "From the sounds of it Mark will soon be done with your sister, so I think I should let you go on your way. You'll get a chance to reciprocate some other day." You can't quite decide if you're disappointed or relieved that your first time eating pussy won't be with Kelly on her front porch on Halloween and now you can't believe you just thought that, but before your feelings have time to fight it out you hear Jessica cry out as she cums on Mark's cock. You turn to watch as she writhes on his lap, her legs twitching as he pushes her down on his lap by her hips, fucking her through her orgasm. When she slides off his lap he's still hard, his cock glistening with her juices. You have to tear your eyes away to look at your sister, her face shining with a silly blissful grin as she pants for air. Kelly leads you over to Jessica and you go to sit beside her, holding her as she catches her breath. When you glance down at Mark's hard cock he gives you a wink and a proper wolfman grin, but Kelly grabs hold of his shaft before you can decide if he wants you to do something. "Don't worry about this, girls. There will be some other trick-or-treaters along soon to take care of him." Mark makes a fake sad face, then kisses her cheek. "She's right. This is your first time, you should only worry about enjoying yourselves. Us old folks will get ours soon enough." Kelly barely has time to open her mouth for a faux-offended remark before he continues, "I was only referring to the general 'us', of course. Not you, sweetie. You're as young and beautiful as ever." Kelly rolls her eyes but she still looks pleased and returns the kiss. As Kelly and Mark start to get their costumes back in order, Danny bounds up onto the porch again, chewing one of the candy bars from his bag and putting his phone away. Apparently he didn't want to just stand around while his sisters were fucked to orgasm on your neighbors' porch, which you think is fair enough. He helps Jessica get her halo back on straight, obviously making a whole series of crude remarks about fallen angels the whole time, while Kelly straightens your wig and horns. "You don't need to wait until next Halloween before coming back here, you know." She gives you a soft, lingering kiss, and you feel yourself melt into her arms all over again. When she lets you go you stammer an answer that doesn't quite mean anything, but she just smiles and brushes her fingers down your cheek. As you walk away you take Jessica's hand, both of you breaking out big grins as you meet each other's eyes. "Wow." "Yeah, you can say that again." "Okay. 'Wow.'" She punches you in the arm at the bad joke and even from behind you can see that Danny's rolling his eyes. "So, do you girls want to continue on or head home?" You look at Jessica who hesitates before tilting her head a little and shrugging slightly. You feel the same way - you're not nervous anymore, but you're also a bit overwhelmed and after the Madisons anything else is likely to be a letdown. You raise your eyebrows and make a small gesture towards your house, and Jessica nods. "We can go home", you say in chorus. "Cool." Danny walks ahead of you, giving you some time to absorb the experiences you've had before returning home. You see another group of two boys and two girls dressed up as witches and vampires over on Creek Street, exchanging waves with them as they go up to one of the houses there. As you walk along the hedge separating your front garden from the street you hear a cry from the other side, and when you turn into your driveway you see Mindy Marsh from your class bent over the bannister around your front porch in some kind of fairy princess costume, your dad in his lumberjack costume standing behind her with his hands on her hips, obviously fucking her. She cries out again and then he does too, apparently cumming inside her. All three of you reflexively make retching sounds and hurry for the kitchen entrance instead, unwilling to get any closer to that scene than absolutely necessary. "I guess it's not Halloween unless you've seen something truly horrible." You and Danny break out laughing at Jessica's deadpan delivery, then she joins you as Danny imitates Mindy's orgasmic cries. You put your bags of candy bars on the kitchen counter, then hurry up the stairs as you hear another group calling out "Trick or treat!" as they come up towards your house, your mother going out to meet them. You're already looking forward to next Halloween.

Chapter 0 - Tom Comes Home after a Long Day at the Office

"I'm ho-ome!" Tom put down his briefcase and put his jacket on a hanger, then patted his wife Karen on the head. As always when he got home from work she was kneeling beside the door, smiling and delighted to see him. When he kicked his shoes off and turned to face her she unzipped him and opened her mouth to receive his cock. He reached down to fondle one of her breasts through her blouse. When he was fully erect he put one hand on her head and started to fuck her mouth, first with quick shallow thrusts, then slowing down and pushing down her throat. Even when he felt her gag she didn't protest or try to pull back but let him do as he wanted. This was the high point of Tom's day. Even the most hellish day at the office was instantly forgotten the moment he had his wife's mouth around his cock, her blue eyes looking up at him, knowing she would give him any pleasure he wanted. When he started to come close he pulled out and stroked himself fast while Karen unbuttoned her blouse and offered her breasts up to him. Thinking back on what a prude she had been before he had her chipped always made them an even more exciting sight and Tom came quickly, shooting several long spurts of cum over her face and chest before going in between her lips again, letting her milk out the last few drops into her mouth. She squeezed his cock gently with one hand while she smeared his cum over her chest with the other. "Thanks, hon. You'd better go get cleaned up before dinner." She swallowed his sperm, then nodded and rose to her feet, sauntering off towards the downstairs bathroom. Tom's gaze lingered on her as she walked. Zipping up as he walked into the living room Tom found his youngest daughter Tina in front of the tv, reclining naked on the sofa with one hand between her legs. "Oh, hi Daddy! I didn't hear you come in." She flashed him a quick smile before going back to watching what Tom vaguely recognized as one of her classmates being fucked by what he assumed was one of their professors. The punk-haired girl was bent over a desk in front of a whiteboard with her leather skirt around her ankles as a man in his thirties fucked her hard from behind. The scene had obviously been shot with a cell phone from the second row as the picture was shaky and sometimes a head or other filming phone intruded. Tom sat down on the sofa and pulled her head onto his lap, stroking her blonde curls as she continued to masturbate. "Is this from today?" She nodded. "Uh-huh." "That's, what's her name, Judy? Julie?" "Jackie. You've fucked her like four times. You really should have learned her name by now." Tom fondled his daughter's small, pointy breasts as she continued to rub her sex slowly. "But you have so many classmates. I can't remember all of them." His voice was teasing and she made a face, but then they both laughed. Tina climbed up on Tom's lap, and he used his own hand to take over for her own, slowly caressing her soft, warm pussy, bare and already slick with her juices. They watched the screen together where the professor had grabbed hold of Jackie's pink tresses as he slammed into her again and again, grunting as he came inside his student. "Is there anything else good on there?" Tom pressed lightly on Tina's clit as he nuzzled her neck, sliding his lips over the tiny flap of skin that covered her chip slot. She moaned and wrapped herself around him for a moment, then reached for her phone when he moved his hand up to her breast, massaging it while she flipped between movie clips. He idly thought back to the time before the chips, when he had been trapped in a loveless marriage with Karen and his daughters had become resentful strangers. Back then he had been overcome with shame every time he as much as thought of one of their friends as attractive, and could never bring himself to consider Tina and Cassie as sexual beings. These days he considered the old Tom an idiot who lucked into the right circumstances - working his way up from accountant to regional sales manager had required a series of ruthless maneuvers and sometimes distasteful alliances that Old Tom would never have dared try, but New Tom was bold, cunning, and rather more morally flexible - not to mention in possession of a much greater sexual capacity and stamina. Hormone control was truly a wonderful thing. Applying for the first series of in-house chip tests was the only good thing Old Tom had done as far as New Tom was concerned. Once he found the right contacts getting slightly modified chips for his family had been a piece of cake. As more and more people were chipped the old taboos and rules were dissolved anyway, but Tom had been among the first. Tina had finally found the right clip and put it up on the big screen. This one had slightly better picture quality, probably because the phone seemed to be propped up against something so it was steady, and there was more light. Tina herself was the first person to come into view, her face filling the screen as she checked the camera. When she stepped back and to the side the scene resolved into a dorm room with two beds, one desk (with the camera presumably placed on a second) a tv in one corner and some posters on the walls. It was pretty messy, with clothes on the floor and books and papers stacked everywhere. Tina was as naked there as she was now, and she made a little twirl for the camera before a second person coming into view. Tom recognized her as Clara, a tall, athletic black girl with tightly cropped hair and a quite impressive pair of tits. She hadn't visited with them yet, but she had featured in several of Tina's other little amateur productions. This time she was fully dressed, a tight, low-cut top showing off the curve of her breasts while a pair of tight, washed-out jeans did the same for her long legs and nicely rounded bubble-butt. She turned to grab hold of Tina and kissed her demandingly, squeezing her naked ass as she pulled her head back. On the sofa Tina pulled Tom's hand down between her legs again and be began to rub her sex with slow, rotating motions. She sighed contentedly, lightly resting her hand on his arm. Clara pushed Tina down onto one of the beds, then dug around on the other until she came up with a thick, slightly floppy rubber cock with some straps attached. She held it close to the camera for a few seconds, showing off the veined texture and how thick it really was - when she held it in one hand there was well over an inch between her fingertips. She tossed Tina a tube of lube she picked up from behind the camera before stepping into the harness and tightening it over her jeans. As the Tina on the screen spread lube on her hands and then between her legs the one in Tom's arms moved his hand to make the same motions and he obliged, imitating her as best he could. When Clara stepped up to the bed Tina reached for the dildo but the black girl slapped her hands away. "I want the natural stuff." She pushed Tina down on her knees, then put the rubber cock in front of her face. Tina opened her mouth but Clara didn't let her take it in right away, instead rubbing it against her lips and over her face. Tina looked up at her, sometimes moving to suck the toy and getting a slap from it as a warning to not get greedy. "You'll get your fill soon enough." Clara grabbed hold of the kneeling girl's hair and made her spit on the pink cock before sliding it over her face. After a few minutes of this she let Tina take the tip between her lips, then slowly pushed deeper and deeper, not stopping until she had forced the whole shaft down Tina's bulging throat. Tom felt Tina squirm on his lap and wrapped one arm tightly around her as he pushed his middle,finger inside her pussy. She gasped, then moaned softly as he slid his finger in and out while they both watched her on-screen self struggle to hold all of the long, thick cock, tears forced from her eyes. When Clara relented and pulled out both Tinas gasped as the dildo finally slipped free of her lips, a thick string of saliva hanging between the tip of the dildo and tv-Tina's chin. Tom pushed his finger in all the way, pressing the heel of his hand against her mound. Clara didn't give Tina much time to catch her breath. After a couple of seconds of panting breaths Tina's mouth was again filled with the thick rubber toy. This time Clara fucked her mouth roughly, holding Tina's head in a firm grasp as she pushed her hips against her face. The real Tina was rubbing herself against Tom's hand now, and he contented himself by meeting her thrusts with his hand while kissing her neck and shoulder. After once more pushing the strap-on dow Tina's throat Clara pulled it all the way out, then pulled Tina to her feet only to spin her around and push her down on the bed. She went up to the phone on the desk and brought it with her, continuing to film as she spread Tina's legs and slapped the rubber cock against her ass, then guided it to her pussy. At that point Tom lifted Tina off his lap and laid her down over the low table in front of the sofa, grabbing her a pillow which she pulled under herself. When on-screen Tina reached down between her legs to help guide the thick dildo into her, Tom had pulled down his pants and imitated Clara's actions on the screen, entering his daughter's pussy as they both watched the film. Tom's cock didn't have the impressive girth of the toy Clara used, but he knew his daughter - when to keep pushing her, when to slow down, when to be rough, when to be gentle. Now he used that knowledge to its full advantage. As the Tina who got roughly fucked on the screen squealed and gasped, the real Tina asked her daddy to fuck her harder. Tom obliged, but not right away. At first he kept going at a slow, steady pace, and only when she was reduced to begging did he put one hand on her shoulder and the other pulling her head back by her hair, thrusting deep inside her. When he saw she was close to coming he slowed down and reached in between her legs and rubbed her clit until she was right on the edge, then gripped her hips with both hands and fucked her hard and fast. She cried out as she came, neither of them seeing the screen as the sensations in the present took them over completely. When she came down Tom was still hard. He reached for her phone and with some fumbling managed to get back to the beginning of the clip. Tina caught his meaning and knelt down before him with her mouth open. Tom put his cock on her outstretched tongue, and she quickly started sucking him. Soon she had all of his shaft down her throat and he once more imitated Clara on the tv screen and gripped his daughter's head hard, fucking her mouth as he came, shooting his load of cum straight down her throat. He collapsed back onto the sofa, Tina shifting after him to kneel between his legs and lick his softening shaft, her face smeared with tears, spit, and cum. They smiled at each other, and he stroked her hair as she placed soft kisses on his cock. "Alright kitten. Dinner's in half an hour." "Okay Daddy!" She gave hm a quick hug before going to get cleaned up. Tom went upstairs, finding his older daughter Cassandra in her bedroom. She was kneeling on her bed, spreading herself open as she fucked herself with a black rubber cock. "Are you busy with your show?" Cassie smiled and waved him inside, then turned to speak into the microphone by her computer. "Hey everyone, this is Tom, my dad! Dad, do you want to join me?" Tom waved at the camera. "Sure, if your audience won't disapprove?" "You won't mind watching my dad fuck me, will you?" The only reply from the computer was a series of jangling sounds that Tom assumed meant his daughter had not only gained approval for the idea but also some more tips. Tom climbed up on his daughter's bed and flipped her down onto her back, pulling his shirt off while she positioned herself to receive him, raising her hips and spreading her legs. As her pussy was already prepared from her masturbation with the dildo he could push all the way inside her in one smooth motion. "Oh Daddy, that feels so good!" Cassandra looked up at Tom as he grabbed her hips and thrust inside her at a slow, steady pace. Her gaze locked on his face even as her eyes grew misty and lost focus. "Do you like fucking me, Daddy? Does my pussy feel good around your cock?" Tom grinned and reached for her breast, kneading it against her chest, forcing a gasp from her lips. "Always, baby." She closed her eyes, a wide smile on her face as her father fucked her slowly... then slower still... then stopping completely. She looked up, confusion in her blue eyes. Tom grinned down at her, tweaking her stiff nipple with his fingers, making her gasp again. "You don't expect me to do all the work, do you?" His smile was teasing, his fingers insistent on her skin. She groaned, then wrapped her legs around him and pulled herself against him. She pouted, clasping her hands over his on her breasts. "C'mon Daddy. Don't you want to fuck me anymore?" Tom growled, his desire for his beautiful, lusty daughter overcoming him. He pushed her down on the bed and lifted her legs onto his shoulders, then thrust deep into her. Cassie cried out as her father's cock filled her up, his hands holding her as he plunged into her again and again. Tom moved faster and faster, close to orgasm as his daughter's pussy spasmed around his cock, her body trembling as she came. He pushed her face to one side, turning it towards the webcam on her computer, showing it to everyone watching. The thought of all those strangers watching them, watching him fuck his daughter, making her cum on his cock... He came hard, gasping as he shot his load inside her, filling her up with his cum. His cock was still twitching inside her when he pulled her up to kiss her. They stayed like that for several minutes, his cock slowly softening inside her as she clung to him through kiss after soft, loving kiss. When he laid her down and pulled out she turned back to her webcam, spreading her legs to her audience to show them his sperm slowly dripping out of her, which provoked more jangling sounds. "Dinner is in ten minutes so you'd better sign off." "You heard the man. See you later!" Cassie turned the camera off and followed Tom to the bathroom. When he stepped into the shower she joined him, looking up at him expectantly. Maybe dinner could wait a little.

Chapter 2 - Leila's Failure

When Sub-Commander Hurt starts grilling you you're barely able to give coherent answers, much less the ones she's after. Your notes are a mess, you're confused by the whole thing, and to top it off you're so horny your hands are shaking. After a couple of minutes Hurt glances over your shoulder at Janie, then shrugs and raises her hand to silence you. "That will be all, Leila." Her tone tells you she's disappointed, that you've failed her somehow, but you're still as confused as before. You swallow hard and curtsy. "I-I'm sorry I-... Th-thank you, Sub-Commander." You curtsy again and then quickly leave, closing the door behind you. A few minutes later Janie leaves, though she fucks you first, on your back on your desk. She kneads your tits with her hands while she pumps her cock in and out of your pussy, rubbing your nipples with her thumbs. You cum fast and she soon follow you, filling you with her cum. Her dark skin has a slight sheen of sweat when she's done, and to your surprise she pulls you up into a kiss before she gives you a wistful smile. Then she pulls out of you and wipes herself off on your skirt, giving your breasts a final look before stepping out to the elevator. You didn't think Sub-Commander Hurt could be less cordial with you, but over the next couple of weeks she proves you wrong. She still uses you regularly of course, but she's more rough than usual and even the very small appreciative touches she gave you before are gone. When she has you on your back on your desk so she can fuck your throat, which happens at least once a day now, she squeezes your breasts and pinches and pulls your nipples hard, even slapping them sometimes. That the pain makes you whimper around her cock doesn't seem to bother her the least. Any hint of smalltalk is gone, and even when she's talking directly to you she doesn't even glance in your direction. The only time you see her looking at you is on the rare occasions when she fucks your pussy instead of your throat, and then she only seems to look at your chest. At these times she's usually content to watch your tits bounce as she pounds you hard, but sometimes she treats them as roughly as when she's using your throat. Your painfilled gasps and squeals don't seem to bother her then either. Every night when you go home both your breasts and your throat are sore and tender, and your ego isn't in much better shape. You had thought Hurt appreciated your work and that you were good at pleasing her, maybe that she was even starting to like you as a person, but after failing that test that you didn't even understand it seems you're just another office drone to her - a pair of hands to type, a pair of tits to squeeze, and a throat to fuck. You continue to do your best to please her, but she continues to be cold and distant. You're too embarrassed by your apparent failure to bring this up with your friends. Some of them notice that you're not your usual happy self, but when you don't open up about it they don't push you. You usually have lunch with Lis every other week or so - it would be more often if you both didn't have very full schedules - and she gently prods you to talk about what's going on. You let her know her sympathy is appreciated and then change the subject, and she lets it go. Over the weekend you stay with Mairie, one of your old friends from the Academy. She's a kind and gentle dark-skinned girl, a year older than you, and you've always been perfectly comfortable with her. This time you spend most of your time in bed together, watching vids, making love, or talking about inconsequential things. Spending time with her always helps you relax, and having her go down on you or using your mouth and fingers to make her cum is a much more intimate experience than being fucked by the futas at work. This continues for several weeks. Hurt remains distant and cold, using you roughly and carelessly, and you remain to ashamed to say anything to your friends about it. Then you get transferred. It starts as any other day - you get up, do your usual morning routine, take the auto-bus to work, give Hurt her morning blowjob, start sorting out the messages that have arrived since yesterday. When Hurt calls you into her office a couple of hours later you expect her to want relief, but without even looking at you she announces that you'll be transferred out of the station. "Your services are no longer required here. You are to report to Work Assignment Office 12 after lunch so you should clear out your things." You feel yourself go rigid with shock. "Your replacement will arrive shortly. Please brief her on what her duties will be. Dismissed." You make a clumsy curtsy, then walk out. Numbly you sort out a last few things, working in a haze. You haven't just failed the Sub-Commander, but the whole Peace Force. You're just not good enough. What will happen now? Will you be sent to a work district? A bath house? A street relief station? What? When you look up you see a young girl standing nervously in the door. She waves uncertainly. "Hello? I'm Sheelaa? I'm supposed to report here?" You look Sheelaa up and down. She's dressed in clothes similar to your own - minimal skirt, loose tanktop, high heels - and wears her blonde hair in a tight ponytail. She's got a nice figure, with good hips and the kind of breasts the Sub-Commander likes. Her face is open and honest and she looks rather clueless. "Yes. Right." You shake yourself back to what you're supposed to be doing instead of imagining her on her back on Hurt's desk with the Sub-Commander's cock pounding her pussy. "I'm Leila. I'll be showing you your duties." You get up and kiss her hello. She embraces you tightly, her tongue flicking against your lips for just a moment before withdrawing when you don't let it in. You get back in your seat with Sheelaa watching over your shoulder as you show her the basics of prioritizing the Sub-Commander's messages and setting up her schedule. Sheelaa follows along well enough, for the most part asking the right questions and showing she has a general grasp of being an assistant, but she's rather clingy in the way of newly graduated girls, standing right behind your chair and constantly touching your arm and hair. After a while you switch places with her, partly so she can try things out for herself while you watch and correct her, but mostly so you won't have her pawing at you. You're winding up with some minor details when the Sub-Commander calls for you on the intercom. "Bring the new girl if she's arrived", she adds before clicking it off. You steel yourself and bring Sheelaa with you into the Sub-Commander's office. You both curtsy as she glances your way, her gaze flicking up and down Sheelaa in a quick once-over before she gestures for you both to strip before going back to her phone call. You get out of your office clothes with practiced ease while Sheelaa snags her skirt on one of her heels for a second, blushing over her failure to comply as well as you. You wait like that for a few minutes while Hurt barks terse instructions on the phone, apparently in some kind of group call with her Patrol Leaders. She mutes her mike long enough to order you both onto her desk. She puts you in the position you know very well, with your head hanging over the edge so she can fuck your throat, and puts Sheelaa beside you with her legs spread. As she starts talking again she pushes her cock into your mouth and down your throat with a practiced motion, her hands squeezing your breasts. You were expecting more of the rough treatment you've been getting ever since that strange test, but she's much more gentle today. Perhaps it's to keep from scaring Sheelaa too much - newly graduated girls can be rather skittish, and even if they've gone through extensive training their experience is limited. Hurt fucks your throat with slow, deep thrusts, her heavy balls pushing against your face when she bottoms out. She pulls out to let you breathe properly a few times, her hands softly squeezing your breasts. The unexpected tenderness makes your heart ache. When she pulls out completely and shifts to stand between Sheelaa's legs, the new girl spreads them even wider and uses her fingers to open her pussy for her new boss' cock. She moans when Hurt's fat cock enters her, giving a little squeal when she pushes it all the way inside with a single thrust. She may be inexperienced, but it seems she's been well trained - even though Hurt doesn't have the biggest cock by far, not many can take it all at once without complaining. Since Hurt hasn't told you to move you stay there with your head hanging down, a mixture of your own spit and her precum smeared over your mouth as you listen to the sounds of her fucking Sheelaa. She's soon slamming her cock into the new girl at a fast, steady pace, pulling gasps and moans of seemingly genuine pleasure from her new assistant. When it sounds like Sheelaa's about to cum Hurt pulls out of her and pushes her fat cock in between your lips again, giving you a taste of your replacement's pussy. Despite yourself you find yourself enticed, doing your best to taste the juices on Hurt's cock as it slides against your tongue. But soon she pulls out again, a fat rope of spit connecting the tip of her cock to your mouth as she moves back between Sheelaa's legs. This time she starts going at full speed right away, and soon you hear the girl cry out and you feel her shudder beside you as she cums. Her hand finds yours and squeezes it tightly, and you have no choice but to squeeze back unless you want your bones broken by her vice-like grip. Just as she's beginning to relax you hear the Sub-Commander grunt as she also cums, thrusting irregularly, filling Sheelaa's pussy with her cum. Unexpectedly she pulls out halfway through, shoving her cock down into your mouth for the last few spurts. You almost choke on the sudden flood of sperm but manage to swallow most of it. She keeps slowly fucking your mouth, giving you just the tip so you can taste the last few drops as they trickle out. She doesn't pull out until she's halfway soft - or at least as soft as a futa ever gets while awake - and when she finally leaves your mouth she looks down at you, and it almost seems like she's about to lean down to... what? Kiss you? But she straightens herself up, her fingers twitching as if she doesn't quite know what to do with them. That's more emotion than you've ever seen her display before. But the moment passes and she looks back to her computer screen. "Sheelaa, I assume you know where the showers are. We'll begin compatibility training in the afternoon. Leila, you're free to go when you're done instructing Sheelaa. Dismissed." With a cold feeling in your chest you climb down from Hurt's desk, gather up your clothes, and curtsy. Sheelaa is clearly halfway cock-addled even from just a half-load of cum in her pussy, so you have to help her keep herself steady as you walk out. Since there's no point in trying to give her any more instructions as long as she's got that blissed-out grin on her face and that vacant look in her eyes you just point her towards the elevator. She giggles as she leaves. You sit down and try very hard not to cry as you take your boots off, leaving them on your desk along with the rest of your office clothes. You look through your drawers to find a pair of old canvas sneakers you'd almost forgotten about, putting them on before taking a last look around the bare room that's been your work station for the past three years. You pick up your device and walk naked to the elevator.

Chapter 3 - Lin, Lucy, and Carrie

(Note that while this preview version presents Lin and Lucy as twins, in the game all incest content is turned off by default, in this case making them stepsisters instead.) You've just arrived home from school when you hear giggles from your sister Lucy's bedroom. Once up the stairs you drop your backpack and turn left towards Lucy's room instead of right towards your own. When you open the door to find Lucy on her bed making out with her cute friend Carrie. Lucy looks a lot like you - not surprising, considering you're sisters. She's got a similarly toned body and the same unruly blonde hair, but her breasts are a little smaller and her butt is more bubbly, just like her personality. Carrie is her opposite in everything but build, with curly black hair, dusky skin, and deep dark eyes. Right now Carrie's on top of your sister as they kiss, her legs spread enough that you can just see her pussy. You watch them while you unzip your skirt and let it fall around your feet, then unbutton your blouse and shrug it off and remove your shoes. They're too busy with each other to notice you until you climb up onto the bed with them. "Hi girls. Mind if I join in?" They both turn to you in surprise, then break out in giggles. "Hi sis! I didn't hear you come in!" Lucy gives you a quick kiss, then lies back down on the bed. "Hi Lin." Carrie kisses you as well, lingering to look into your eyes. You stroke her cheek with your fingers. "Do you mind if I use Lucy's mouth for a bit?" "Be my guest. I was about to move on down anyway." Carrie gives you an impish smile and a quick kiss before rising to her knees to give Lucy room to shift her position. Lucy gives you a bright smile as she raises herself on one elbow to grasp your shaft with her other hand, licking around the head before taking it in between her lips. As your twin starts to suck your cock, Carrie slithers down between her legs, spreading them with her hands. Lucy gazes into your eyes when Carrie starts to lick her pussy, letting you see her arousal. Lucy alternates between sucking your cock and stroking it with a light hand as Carrie licks her, sometimes looking up at you and sometimes meeting her friend's gaze up from between her legs. You reach down to play with your sister's breasts, her nipples stiff and sensitive to your gentle touch. Lucy's moans sends vibrations around your cock, making you gasp. Carrie's mouth soon makes it difficult for Lucy to suck you properly, and you shift back to let her lie down and focus on her own pleasure. You hold onto Lucy's hand while you stroke yourself and watch Carrie go down on her. Lucy spreads her legs wide and Carrie eagerly licks, sucks, and laps at your sister's wet pussy. Lucy closes her eyes and leans back, still clasping your hand tightly. When Carrie begins to finger her she moans deeply, and when she starts sucking on her clit while fucking her with two fingers she's soon gasping and whimpering. Then Carrie pushes her over the edge and your sister cries out in ecstasy, her grip pulsing in time with the waves of pleasure washing over her. You stroke yourself faster, the sight of your sister cumming moving you closer to your own climax. You lie back and close your eyes, listening to your sister's cries of ecstasy as she grips your hand hard. Then you feel the familiar sensation of your insides tightening, a tight knot of fire exploding inside you as your hips start to buck against your stroking hand, your cock twitching in your hand as you start to cum. You cry out together with Lucy as you cum, the sensation of your own hot cum spattering over your naked skin increasing your pleasure, even the smell pushing your pleasure higher. Your hand grows slick with your own sperm as you raise your hips, your back arching with the intensity of your orgasm. Lucy's grip on your hand loosens as she collapses back on the bed, spent and panting for breath. Your own orgasm also starts to subside, your hand moving in short bursts to heighten the last few waves, when you suddenly feel someone else's fingers closing around your shaft. Through half-open eyes you see Carrie's face as she pulls your hand away to grasp your cock, stroking you gently as your pleasure slowly fades. Then she opens her mouth and takes you inside, sucking you hard while she squeezes and strokes your cock with both hands, making you cum a second time in a small, soft orgasm, her eyes flying open in surprise when you fill her mouth with another load of cum. She swallows the first two spurts, then pulls back giggling to watch the rest shoot up in the air to spatter down on your stomach while she strokes you. She moves down to suck and lick your balls and the base of your shaft, slowly working her way up towards your tip. She laps up the cum smeared over your shaft along with the slow dribbles issuing from your tip, milking you with her hands. "Wow." You gasp for air, unable to express yourself more verbosely, the intensity of your double climax having left you breathless and exhausted. Carrie continues to suckle on your cock until it softens, then crawls up to lie on Lucy's other side, both of you moving in close to cuddle her. "Yeah." Lucy kisses you softly, then gives Carrie a longer, more lingering kiss, the two girls gazing into each other's eyes. You make a move to rise to leave them alone, but Lucy grabs your hand. "Stay. I want you both here." You give her a tender smile and settle in beside your sweet, loving twin, cuddling with her and her lover until you all drift off to sleep. (This preview hits four of the ten paragraphs in this scene, including one of the four endings. This scene is not included in the free sample, but is available to all my patrons at the $2 level or higher.)