Everyday Life With Mutant Girls Ch 02 5

Hey! I managed to get another story out before the end of the year! As the title suggests, this is a story that was originally planned to be part of the second chapter, but ended up not being included since that story was already taking forever (which is why Rachnera is barely in that one). I actually have several ideas for the next instalment of this series, and I figure that I might as well ask what the people reading it would like to see next. The ideas are:

1) A story featuring Miia, Centorea, and Papi's mothers (and possibly a few more of the other parents if I can) getting sent bottles of their daughter's milk and mutating.

2) A prequel about the residents of the Black Lily Ranch and how this whole thing started. Due to the sheer volume of characters involved with this one it'll almost certainly have a lot of less detailed TFs and solely post-TF descriptions of characters.

3) Polt's gym getting some tainted protein shakes that cause everyone to mutate, which will probably feature a few other side characters as well as plenty of randoms transforming.

This will almost certainly

not

be what I work on next, but feel free to let me know if any of them interest you, and I'll take that into consideration when I (hopefully sometime next year) write more for this series. Hell, if you want to see a story about a particular group of characters not included above feel free to let me know as well and I'll keep it in mind as well.

I don't have a ton more to say this time other then I'm hoping to get back into writing stories, hopefully posting one every 1-2 months. I'm mainly gonna focus on shorter stories like this and my previous one as I work on getting faster at writing and editing.

-HauntedArmour

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Rachnera let out a yawn as she skittered out of Lala's room. Teasing Manako all throughout the interview was fun, but that still didn't make up for the fact she had been woken up

far

to early for her tastes. As she walked her eight, chitinous hands idly toyed with the four pairs of breasts along her humanoid torso. The topmost set was covered by the silken halter top she usually wore, but she hadn't bothered to make anything to cover the three lower pairs, leaving their abnormal nipples bared to the world. The nipples on the second row were eighteen centimetre cocks—though at the moment only their tips were visible—while vaginas and lips sat atop her third and fourth pairs respectively. Her eight, arachnid legs lazily climbed the ladder to her dimly lit attic room, ready to pass out for another hour or three, only to find a guest waiting for her.

"Mistress Rachnera!"

Sitting on the silken hammock hanging in the centre of the room was a woman, the impatient kicking of her feet stopping when she saw Rachnera enter. Her skin was a light shade of brown and her short hair a vibrant cyan, with bright green eyes peeking out from beneath her bangs. A baggy hoodie covered most of her torso with denim hotpants barely visible beneath the hem and a pair of black thigh-highs covering her legs.

The woman was quite short, a good bit under a meter and a half. This combined with her flat chest and narrow hips meant she was often mistaken for a child. Even her inhuman features—horns that wrapped around from the back of her head, bat-like wings, a spaded tail, and slitted pupils and black sclera—did little to dissuade this impression. However, all it took was visiting one of the nearby liminal friendly bars while she was drunkenly cursing up a storm to permanently shatter that impression.

This woman, who was actually a few months older than Rachnera, was Lilith the lesser devil. She had been caught by the arachne while trying to prank Kimihito and Centorea. The ensuing "punishment" awakened Lilith's latent masochism and she found herself returning to Rachnera semi-regularly for more—A service the sadistic arachne was all to happy to provide.

Upon seeing Lilith, all of Rachnera's morning grog faded. Despite having no shortage of sexual partners recently she was still exited for the devil's visit. While most of her housemates were fine with her tying them up and dominating them, none were willing to let her indulge her sadism too deeply. The most masochistic of them was by far Mero, but her tolerance extended only to humiliation and verbal abuse—quickly invoking their safeword if Rachnera got too

physically

rough.

That was to say, Rachnera had been unable to sate her sadistic urges despite having sex nigh constantly this past week, so the appearance of someone she knew could take the full brunt of her sadism without balking was welcome.

Lilith was just as exited as Rachnera. It had been nearly a month since she had gotten a chance to come over, in part because she was still on Smith's shit list for being a problem case. Thankfully the restrictions placed on Liminal exchange students were constantly getting looser and she was able to get permission to go out unsupervised today so long as she didn't make any trouble.

As Rachnera fully entered her room, the light from its single window fell on her body. This gave Lilith a clear look at her mutated form, a shocking and confusing sight for the devil. The arachne tensed up at Lilith's shift in demeanour. One of the things that the two liminals had bonded over—outside of their complimentary sexual inclinations—was their experience with human prejudice. They both had appearances that left a very specific impression on humans and had faced their fare share of hardship because of it; so the idea that Lilith might see her body and be afraid, like so many others before, terrified her.

This worry was quickly dispelled however. The shock on Lilith's face quickly transformed into one of desire. She couldn't help but wonder just what new possibilities her mistress's extra arms and various strange nipples held. Her wings and tail began to twitch in anticipation as she imagined how the next few hours might play out.

"Well Lilith, what do you think of the new me?" Seeing how blatant it was that Lilith was aroused by her body, Rachnera sashayed over to the hammock. "Me and my housemates had an itsy bitsy mishap with some special milk, but it worked out for the best, I think." She straitened her legs as she teased the devil so that her four rows of breasts filled Lilith's view. With her eight arms she lifted her breast up to empathize just how much titflesh she had. "What about you Lilith," "do you like your mistress's new body?" This question was started by one of her lipples and finished by the other.

"I love it Mistress!" exclaimed Lilith, her wings flapping audibly as her eyes hungrily roved over Rachnera's breasts. "You've somehow become more beautiful that you were before!"

"Good." Rachnera ran a finger sensually down Lilith's cheek, her claw-like finger leaving a pale line on the devils skin. "Then I assume you have no problems with us getting right into the action?"

"None at all."

Rachnera grabbed Lilith around the waist with one pair of arms, lifting her small body off the hammock. "Well then, the first thing is to get you out of these clothes." Six arms worked in concert, stripping of every last article of clothing Lilith was wearing and tossing them into various corners of the room.

In what felt like and instant, Lilith was left naked and squirming in Rachnera's hands. The nipples on her flat chest and her cute little slit now on full display. She watched as her mistress pulled a coil of silk rope up before her, freshly made from the arachne's webbing. A hand tilted her face up so that she was staring directly into Rachnera's six crimson eyes.

"Before we get started," Rachnera's voice momentary took on a slightly less playful tone, "do you remember our safeword?"

"Coffee." Lilith's response was also far more serious, though she couldn't entirely erase the excitement from her voice.

"Perfect." Rachnera grinned wickedly, letting her inner dominatrix fully take the reigns.

"I'm going to tie you up now," "would you like that?" Rachnera's grinning face didn't move at all as she spoke, her voice instead coming once again from her her lowest pair of breasts.

"I would love nothing more than to be a canvas for your art!"

Rachnera immediately got to work upon hearing Lilith's response. She grabbed Lilith's arms with her upper hands, pulled them above the devil's head, and quickly wrapped them together from elbow to wrist in her webbing. Meanwhile, Rachnera's lower pairs of arms pulled Lilith's legs apart horizontally as far as they would go—bending her knees all the way back—before wrapping them in a similar manner to her arms. The loose ends all three of these wrappings were then firmly tied to the rafters, leaving Lilith hanging in a position that looked somewhat like she was kneeling on thin air.

Wanting to keep the bondage simple for now, Rachnera decided that there were only two more things she needed to add. First was something practical: a tortoise-shell patterned harness over Lilith's chest. The harness was designed to carry just enough of the masochistic devil's body weight to prevent long-term damage to her wrists and ankles, but still have the ropes tug and chafe painfully if she shifted her body. This was the most important part of S/M play, to ensure that afterwards everyone was left with nothing but satisfaction—and perhaps a few difficult to explain marks. Just because the other person enjoys pain does not give you full rights to hurt them however you wish.

Thus, Rachnera was satisfied when she took a step back. Lilith was squirming in her bonds, her unbound wings and tail twitching in pleasure as the ropes dug into her skin. Now that her partner was tied up sufficiently, it was time to show the devil what her new body was capable of.

"Now my itsy bitsy Lilith, what shall I do with you now that you're all tied up?"

As she contemplated what to do to Lilith first, Rachnera idly ran one of her hands up her chest. Lipples lapped at chitinous fingers, which in turn glided across sensitive labia and cock heads before reaching the halter top holding her "original" pair of breasts. There she found wet spots forming, her outwardly unchanged nipples asserting their own abnormality as they soaked their silk prison.

Like everyone in the house, Rachnera had started producing milk after mutating. Thankfully only her uppermost pair lactated, but she still needed to milk them twice a day to prevent soreness and swelling. It was still a bit before she would have drained them normally—she wouldn't even be awake at this time normally—but since such a wonderful opportunity had presented itself today, she would be remiss to pass it up.

"Alright Lilith, your mistress's breasts are getting full. So your going to empty them for me, how does that sound?"

Lilith's mouth scrunched up in confusion at first, obviously not entirely sure what was being offered at first. Once the implications of her mistress's statement fully sunk in however, she licked her lips and answered.

"Of course Mistress! I'll drink every last drop if you wish!"

Rachnera grinned at Lilith's eager reply. After slipping of her top and throwing it aside, she lowered herself back so that her milk-filled upper breasts were directly in front of Lilith's face, tightly gripped her horns, and pulled her face over a leaking nipple.

Lilith was in heaven. Her mistress's milk was like a divine nectar, better than any other milk she had drank before. Each drop was rich and creamy, and she felt her body filled with a burst of lust with each mouthful she swallowed. As she felt Rachnera's dicknipples press into her collar as they grew hard and extended from inside their breasts, proof that she was doing a good job. She was duly rewared by several pairs of arms gripping her chest, waist, and hips and roughly pulling her into a possessive embrace. Tongues lashed out of her mistress's lipples and began lapping at her thighs, licking up the nectar dripping from her feminine sex.

After a while Lilith felt the flow of milk from the nipple she was pressed into slow, and then cease. Without any hesitation Rachnera pulled her head back—giving the her a moment to take a deep breath—before switching her to the other nipples to empty the other breast as well. She felt her Mistress's grip on her body tighten, chitinous claws digging into her skin pleasurably as further reward for her continued work.

Lilith's body began to feel hot, a sweltering lust radiating out from her milk-filled stomach to every millimetre of her body. Right on the cusp of orgasm however, her mistress's second breast ran dry. No longer requiring the devil's mouth, Rachnera quickly pulled away. This sudden denial of her climax elicited a whine of frustration from Lilith, her mistress simply chuckling in reply.

"Don't worry Lilith, my dear." Rachnera had leaned in to speak directly into Lilith's ear. "You did an excellent job, not a single drop of my milk spilled." A chitinous finger teased around one the devil's nipples. "As a reward, I'm going to fuck you with my new cocks. Would you like that?"

"Yes!" shouted Lilith, feeling far more pent up then she ever had before. "Please fuck me Mistress!"

Without another word Rachnera lowered herself down, putting her face level with Lilith's slit. She nibbled around the labia with her sharp teeth as she slipped her tongue inside.

"My my, it seems my sweet Lilith is already soaking wet just from drinking my milk." Rachnera stopped her oral teasing, finding Lilith more than ready without any further preparation.

Rachnera rose up and wrapped her second pair of breasts around one of Lilith's thighs, aiming one of her dicknipples up with her partner's pussy. Lilith felt the cock press against her entrance, her mistress gripping her waist roughly before suddenly pulling her onto the rock-hard shaft.

Almost half of the eighteen inch cock plunged into her at once. A lance of glorious pain and pleasure tore through her body. The masochistic devil let out a cry of joy at the sudden stretching of her inner walls, one that consumed every last bit of air in her lungs. Her bonds dug into her skin as she writhed about gasping for air, letting out a desperate plea once she had recovered enough to speak. "Deeper mistress! I can take you all the way!"

"You had better my sweet!" Despite her forceful reply, Rachnera took her time carefully working her cock into Lilith. With each thrust she reached just a bit deeper into the pussy, keeping an eye out for a signal that Lilith was at her limit; however, this signal never came.

The soft slapping of Rachnera's breast colliding with Lilith's crotch soon joined the devil's moans of pleasure, which both aroused and worried the arachne. She knew from experience that Lilith shouldn't be able to take something big enough that even a human-sized women would struggle with. She thought for a moment that Lilith had gotten too deep into her role and was ignoring the potential of life-threatening injury. That however didn't explain why she never felt the resistance of Lilith's cervix, despite almost certainly having reached the end of her vaginal canal. Possible explanations swirled around her head until she suddenly noticed something important.

Lilith's bindings were loose.

As someone who took a lot of pride in her bondage skills, Rachnera knew that such a simple mistake was beyond her. Indeed after only a few moments of looking closely at Lilith she noticed what was happening. Her becocked breasts, which had once snugly fit the upper half of the thigh between them, now all but consumed Lilith's entire upper leg. The bindings that she had tied around the devil's wrists now covered part of her upper arms. Even as she watched, more of the Lilith's mass slowly dwindled away.

Rachnera immediately understood that somehow, perhaps through her milk or maybe saliva, she had triggered a mutation in Lilith that was causing the devil to shrink. This mutation must have also been the reason Lilith had been able to take her dicknipple, letting her body stretch beyond it's normal limits.

An ethical crisis now sat before Rachnera. By all rights she should invoke the safeword, break the scene, and try to find a way to stop Lilith's transformation. Something deep within her rebelled against this idea however, made her wonder what the point would even be. Didn't she love her new body? Didn't everyone else in the house love theirs? Surely Lilith would love whatever was happening to her as well, would see the transformation as a blessing bestowed by her loving mistress. It's not like there was even a guarantee the mutation could be stopped anyways; so why not just let it play out and deal with the consequences later?

"Why did you stop Mistress?" It was ultimately a needy, desperate, plea from Lilith that shattered any hope of Rachnera stopping.

The arachne knew all too well how insatiable mutating made you, and was resolved to do her duty as Lilith's mistress and help her through it. She slashed through Lilith's bindings—they would soon be useless anyways—and instead held the devil in place with her hands. Tightly and possessively griping Lilith, Rachnera resumed her fucking with reckless abandon, no longer needing to worry about damaging Lilith by being too rough. She pumped the shrinking woman on and off of her cock, feeling how each thrust felt slightly tighter than the last.

Lilith was so overwhelmed by her mistress's sudden assault that she didn't even notice when her blindfold slipped off, her eyes tightly shut as she let the sensations of being used so forcefully wash over her. She hadn't gotten to see how big Rachnera's dicknipples were, but she assumed they must have been

massive

. It almost felt like a minotaur or cyclops was fucking her, filling her more than she even thought possible.

Deep down Lilith understood this should have been incredibly painful, her internal organs should be pulverized. Instead it felt amazing. The pain was perfectly balanced with the pleasure as her belly began to distend around the cock inside it. Like a frog being slowly boiled she failed to notice the relative scale of her mistress's tit-shaft was increasing until the womb-sheathed cock bumped into her chin, partially breaking her free of her lust-drunk stupor.

When her eyes opened she saw the most absurd sight imaginable. Looming over her body was the massive form of her mistress. Two of Rachnera's hands were wrapped loosely around her waist, only prevented from encircling her completely by the bulge created by the dicknipple her body was repeatedly pierced with. She looked down at herself, realizing that she had to be at least half her original height—barely more than half a metre tall.

The sight made her cum.

The strongest orgasm of Lilith's life exploded from inside her. What felt like her entire torso clenched down on her mistress's cock, which was now so big relative to her that her stomach bulged out over her face. Even as she came Rachnera continued to pump her body up and down the dicknipple, the arachne desperately chasing her own orgasm. A burst of searing hot fluid stretched her impossibly elastic womb out around the cock inside it as her mistress came. What felt like an endless torrent of spider-seed pumped out from her mistress's breast into her body, the shape of the cock quickly becoming hidden by her ballooning belly.

By the time both women's orgasms had tapered off, Lilith had lost ten more centimetres and hadn't yet stopped shrinking. The devil's belly was massive; so round and taught that she looked pregnant—an impression that was only strengthened by the trickle of milk leaking from her slightly now swollen breasts. She was slowly, and agonizingly pulled completely off of her mistress's cock, her cum-gut beginning to gradually drain onto the floor below.