Included kinks:

Futanari, futa x female, hardcore sex scene, dirty talk, cum inflation, auto-fellatio, domination, size worship, public nudity, size difference

All characters are entirely fictional and all above the age of 18!

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“No fucking way!” April laughed and sank deeper into the silky sheets.

“I tell you it wasn’t nearly as painful as it sounds. At least they sounded like they enjoyed themselves,” Irina said on the phone.

Ironically, she called Irina to get her mind off methods to constantly pleasure herself, but there she was again, stroking her throbbing cock nestled between her giant tits.

“But you did enjoy yourself as well, right?” Irina asked.

“Oh. I did. I dunno, it was a bit weird really, but I guess it was just the right night for… some fun,” April giggled.

“With all your friends and not just your girlfriend?”

April paused for a moment and could have sworn she heard Irina’s cheeks rise to a seductive grin.

“You knew?”

“April, I knew from the second you introduced me to them. It was written all over their faces.”

The young futa’s cock pulsed somewhere between her ballooning boobs. Like the rest of her, her puppies have grown relentlessly over the last three days. And still, her leaking rod seemed to outpace them with ease.

“Are you still there?” Irina asked when silence feared to take over.

“Yeah… I… “April laughed and felt her face turning red, “… didn’t expect it to take such a turn to be honest.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“I… absolutely loved it,” April replied, her free hand dancing along her engorged veins.

“See. I told you it’s not all bad. That entire growing stick you were so afraid about.”

“Yeah. Maybe you were right about most things. I’ll simply have to give you that one I guess,” April said cheekily and bit her lip, wishing Irina could see her right now – in her full nude glory.

“Those poor girls. It is already quite a challenge to keep up with someone of your size, but after so many of those spiked drinks? I can only imagine you kept going all night.”

April’s body shook with eagerness at the prospect of reliving that magical night in every little detail, but something else piqued her interest for now.

“Spiked? You mean… we were drugged?!”

“They were called ‘Funmakers’ for a reason, April. They only did their name justice. To be fair they certainly worked much better on futas like us. I don’t know about you, but I felt like turning into a literal firehose at some point,” Irina said after a short pause.

The throbbing sensation between April’s proud J cups started to feel almost too good to handle. Her balls almost too full to not coat her entire bed with her spunk for the third time that day.

“I felt … kinda similar. But would have loved to know beforehand.”

“Would you have not taken them if you would have known how all this would turn out?” Irina asked, this time April could almost FEEL her grin through the phone.

“I… would have. Does that make me a weirdo?”

“Not a weirdo, just someone who starts coming to terms with the woman who you are meant to be, April. Nothing weird about that. Not at all.”

“Was it … this intense … for you as well, when, you know, you grew?” April asked, this time just barely containing a moan as another splurge of hot pre-cum was welcomed into the tight embrace of her tits.

“Oh, little kitten. You have no idea,” Irina said, chuckling and sounding almost as aroused as April felt. “I would not miss a second of that time. Not gonna lie, I am a bit envious. Even more so now that I have seen you.”

April was on the verge of adding another few inches on top of her staggering length when she heard Irina’s words.

“I am… not even close to being as big as you,” she whispered sensually.

“Yet. Soon that will change. Once you will…” Irina paused, her chuckle erupting a few inches further away, “… find ways to properly tend to yourself. Still, it is not as good as having your friends and girlfriend around, but while their endurance has limits, yours does not.”

April knew immediately what Irina was talking about. Just the day before, she, Gina and Lizzy discovered that a proper surge would bring her swollen cockhead through her bosom and all the way to her lips. Not enough to deepthroat, but she already fell in love with the sensation as well as the taste of herself. So much so, she indulged in it ever since.

“I… just… can’t suck myself off all day,” April said with a blush.

“Why not?”

“I… mean… technically I could… but, I’d look like…”

“Don’t you worry. It will not stick. As a matter of fact, it will only go directly to places where you will not mind the extra size. Trust me, it did wonders for me.”

April gulped and silently agreed to that statement.

“There must be … well… other ways to deal with it. Right?”

“Sure. There are many ways to put all this pent-up energy to use. Some start working out and trust me, the results are staggering,” Irina’s accented voice paused and she audibly gasped as she bit her lip. “Others started meditating, but most simply give their bodies what they crave. It is just up to you to decide what you want to do.”

“What would you suggest?” April asked.

“Are you friends around today?”

“No. They… are all occupied as it seems.”

“Then I would say pay the gym a visit. Maybe you will find some enjoyment over there.”

April’s cheeks turned into a devilish grin when she remembered Christine’s last batch of clothes waiting for her upstairs. Including some very stretchy yoga pants.

*****

April was never one to do sports. Not just because she wanted to hide her body, but also because she rarely enjoyed the exhaustion. Lizzy, who was once very much into dancing and yoga, tried to convince her to join her classes, but April almost at all times rejected. Yet, she found herself a few times stranded in the local gyms with her. That was long before she had to fear the fact that the bulge in her pants might grow too big to hide. Those days were long gone.

She wore that voluptuous body of hers with pride now, the obscene snake traveling down her hefty thighs for everyone to see. Not that her outfit could conceal one inch of her body, quite the opposite. April felt herself reminded of one her favourite porn scenes she only discovered a few days ago. “Jocelyn le Rod working out”. She had yet to properly thank Lizzy for introducing her to that bombshell of a futa pornstar. And as the ultimate cherry on top, she seemed to be rapidly growing in not just popularity, but also in size.

Every time April found another episode that ebony goddess appeared to only have gotten bustier, stronger and most certainly more hung. Of course, that made her only that more appealing to any futa fan, especially those who were in the midst of their growth spurt themselves.

Sadly, unlike the French pornstar, did April not stand at over 8ft in height and neither did a harem of drooling women await her…yet. In fact, the gym was almost depressingly deserted. No wonder on a Tuesday afternoon, when most regulars were either at work or still at college. A part of her counted on it brimming with life and her becoming the centre of attention with her new and improved body. She had to make do with the few eyes that timidly followed her around then.

April still knew her way around the machinery and soon noticed that not only her endurance had increased substantially. She first enjoyed the rowing machine for a bit until she went all out. Just when she was about to feel a nice burn in her legs and shoulders did she finish the entire workout playlist she put together on her way there. A playlist with a total runtime of over 40 minutes. It felt more like ten at best.

Intrigued by her newly found strength did April begin looking for new challenges she set her hazel eyes on the nearby benches. Admittedly, she never did bench presses in her entire life, but the wondered of grunting and sweating as she pushed some impossible weight above herself was strangely appealing to a girl who never really cared much about the gym.

April started with 40 pounds, not knowing those weights would feel like toys in her hands. She doubled them to 80, but still felt unimpressed. She was already close to being 7 feet in height now, guess it was only fair her muscles also saw some improvement she wondered. Eventually, April found a sweet spot around 150 pounds, which sounded a lot at first, but still felt oddly manageable. She put the headphones back on and simply started pushing. This time it felt quite enjoyable from the beginning.

The futa lost count on how often she pushed that bar up and down, but the growing fatigue felt quite exhilarating in muscles she didn’t know she even had an hour ago. She could tell how one would grow addicted to such a feeling… and she would be lying if she didn’t enjoy a bit more brawn on top of her curves. Afterall, she knew well that a bit of muscles and futa get along like peanut butter and jelly. Irina and Jocelyn proved that impressively.

The towel under her started to feel damp when she felt someone tapping her shoes. April smiled teasingly when her wide spread legs and painfully obvious bulge finally drew in more than just curious gazes. The barbell fell back into place with a loud clang and April was greeted with probably the only set of oversized tits she wouldn’t enjoy staring at.

“Who have we got here? Long time no see, April.”

Out of all people it simply had to be Sylvie Austin. The nowadays bleach blonde bimbo with tits and an ass as fake as her botox smile.

“What do you want, Sylvie.”

“Why so hostile? I am a regular here, unlike you. I just thought I said hello.”

April immediately knew what Sylvie was all about. Everyone in the entire city probably knew at this point. Once Isabella usurped the throne as the leader of the cheerleading squad did the blonde fully commit to following in her mother’s footsteps. A former walkway model and certified slut before she married some banker. And just like her mother’s reputation did Sylvie’s fall of a cliff when the only thing that mattered to her was cocks and how to get’em.

April remembered that period well. It started when Sylvie came back from summer camp with a boobjob and after her first Brazilian buttlift. There was no way in hell back into the cheerleaders, especially after her clash with Isabella. Students still recall that catfight to this very day. But many forget about how miserable Sylvie and her entourage treated anyone siding with Isabella. Especially her close friends. April never fully got over the things Sylvie told about her and Gina in particular.

“We aren’t friends.”

“So what? We don’t need to be friends to have a chat and work out, right?”

April would have gotten up and left any other day, but there was one thing she was Sylvie deeply thankful for. While she paid no longer attention to what Isabella’s nemesis was up to, one particular story eventually reached her ears. It was basically impossible to avoid for weeks anyways. Just like Sylvie’s and her friends’ constant boasting about the futa they booked for her 21st birthday party. That futa turned out to be the one woman who gave April hope for her ongoing growth spurt. Mrs. Cannae for any of her clients, but simply Irina for April.

“And you are coming to me for what exactly? You can do squats on your own. Seems like that’s the only exercise you’re doing anyway,” April growled, her eyes eventually straying to the blonde’s ridiculous ass.

For all the money she paid for her surgeries, the results simply didn’t hold up. Her ass and boobs looked a few sizes too big for a woman of her frame and unlike Akari or Lizzy very much out of place on her. A former cheerleader who still looked in places like the once petite, but toned girl that wooed competitions left, right and centre and not like a woman double her weight with tits and ass to match. She didn’t hold a candle to any of her friends anymore, yet alone Isabella who she tried her hardest to outdo.

“I thought I could spot you. You look like you could go for a bit more than that. Little advice: Try going for fewer reps, but heavier weight.”

Sylvie tried to sound endearing, but April saw right through that facade. That blonde bimbo was drawn to cocks like a moth to a flame, and the futa didn’t shy away from showing who sported the biggest dick around. She contemplated for a few seconds if she still wanted to pass on that opportunity, but a part of her came her in hope of drilling her rock-hard member into some tight pussy. Even one as much talked about as Sylvie’s. She only had to make sure Gina wouldn’t hear about that. While she gave her girlfriend all the freedom she needed during her growth spurt, hearing about April fucking Sylvie out of all people would probably not sit well with her, not after all that happened back then. Still, April’s cock seemed eager to put old hostilities apart and focused on the hefty curves the blonde bimbo now sported. The fact that they were obviously fake didn’t seem to matter that much.

“Fine…” April said in a cold tone and nodded towards the plates behind the bimbo. “You probably know better how much to put on.”

“Trust me, I do,” she said with a smirk that revealed the beast within.

April shrug off that initial tension but knew she had to act quick. She rearranged her cock the second Sylvie turned around and reached for the weights. Her pants stood no chance of survival if she kept her cock aligned like this. She hastily pulled her cock, trailing off alongside her thigh towards her knee and tucked it between her stomach and her already strained waistband. This way her inevitable erection would swell neatly in between her breasts instead of ripping her pants to shreds. This was her only pair of yoga pants after all … and she might need them a few more times before she’d outgrow them too.

April didn’t bother getting up and gazed at Sylvie’s odd figure.

“She would have been cute,” she said in her mind and noticed nicely chiselled arms and shoulders which were totally overshadowed by her oversized enhancements.

“Gotcha,” Sylvie said and loaded up the final plate.

The brunette had no clue how much she was supposed to lift now, but to be fair, she didn’t pay the weights much attention, not when her cock was already silently selecting its next target.

“Alright. Let’s do this,” April sighed and leaned back onto the bench.

Sylvie towered above her, her long fingers waiting a few inches below the metal bar and her fake tits seemingly ballooning as she straightened her back. April caught a quick glimpse and clenched her teeth when she started pressing the bar upwards.

Her knuckles whitened and the delicate burn from before had turned into a proper battle of will.

“What the fuck, Sylvie!” April groaned but accepted the challenge regardless. “How much did you put on?”

“Enough. For now,” the blonde bimbo grinned, her eyes travelling all over April’s body without any hesitation. “But that doesn’t mean much with futas like you, right?”

April didn’t reply for all her strength was needed elsewhere. Her arms were fully extended, her typically chunky arms brimming with strength as the weight descended towards her breasts.

“It’s mindboggling really. All those years and I would have never guessed you were one of ’em, April,” Sylvie said softly, her grin turning into a devilish grimace. “And look at you know. You are already … quite big in all the right places.”

“Take… a… picture… or stop… staring,” April muttered between grit teeth as she went for her second rep.

“You can’t blame me for taking a look, can you? All of school is doing the same. We missed you today. Guess I was lucky to run into you here, huh?”

“I… am not… so sure.”

“Not sure about all of school staring or me being lucky?”

“Both!” April groaned and started to get the hang of that new weight.

“Oh, trust me, every student is observing every single step of you, April. And I am a lucky girl,” Sylvie said and took a step forward, her fat tits first to push into April’s view.

The futa paused for a second and despite her ongoing struggle took a moment to gaze back at the two mighty orbs simply demanding her attention.

“Looks like I might be a very lucky girl today,” Sylvie said and took another step forward, her toned thighs touching April’s head as she towered literally above her. “We could both be lucky. What do you say, April?”

April’s head was turning red, equally from her exhaustion and her rising interest in the body above her. Her eyes no longer strayed away from Sylvie’s ravenous gaze. She had gorgeous grey eyes, probably the only thing on her that wasn’t fake at this point.

“I am listening.”

The bimbo’s smile could not have looked any more twisted and her answer more befitting of her reputation. She widened her stance and took another, final step forward and engulfed April’s head with her thighs will slowly pushing her blatantly obvious camel toe into the futa’s sweaty face.

April simultaneously hated and loved that move. She felt like one slip up away from the most bizarre workout injury known to mankind. ‘Here lays April McLoughlin, smothered by thighs and crashed by weights’ she already envisioned in her head. But her cock didn’t sense any danger, only anticipation.

She grunted into the depths of Sylvie’s dampening spandex and noticed her member swelling rapidly towards her ocean of cleavage. Just like she intended.

“That’s right. Time for little April to wake up too,” Sylvie said and flexed her thighs around April’s face. “Maybe she isn’t that little anymore.”

April’s dick was pulsing with such vigour, the growing bulge on her shirt must have looked like she was hiding an electrocuting eel under it. Until it reached her tits at least.

“God… damn,” Sylvie said and only when April gave up the act and put back the bar did she fully savour the situation.

Her fingers cupped the bimbo’s ass, immediately rating Lizzy’s perfect buns a dozen times higher after she felt Sylvie’s jello backside.

“You are… I had no idea you were THIS big already,” the bimbo’s voice echoed somewhere above April.

“I can go bigger. If you can handle that,” April said and slapped that fat ass. At least it made for a satisfying jiggle that would come in handy later.

“Good that I got a place just for us two,” the blonde said and finally allowed April space to breath. “And I can handle all you can give me”.

“Just try to keep up,” April returned stoically, despite the throbbing tool poking into her cleavage.

*****

April’s eyes were glued to the bimbo’s hips swaying before her. Sylvie clearly paraded April around as some kind of prime meat, for she greeted everyone who crossed their path. The futa only silently nodded and knew she had to endure this act for a bit longer. Her cock was almost retreating back to its flaccid 13 inches when they reached the VIP showers.

Nobody was there, which meant she had Sylvie all for herself.

“Here we are, April, you better get that big co- Ahh!”

April pushed the bimbo into the immaculate bathroom tiles of the first, suspiciously spacious shower stall and grew a devilish smirk of her own. She towered a full foot over the aroused woman before her.

“You think you can tell me what to do, huh?” April said, leaning in and their breasts pushing into each other. “YOU of all people. How about I teach you a lesson on who you’re dealing with… you slut.”

The futa almost chocked on the last word. She never called someone a slut to their face and certainly not when they were about to fuck. It just felt… dirty … and somehow … beyond exciting.

“Show me then,” Sylvie almost moaned back.