The wait exasperated everything. Carmen's sharp and heavy breaths, the thudding of her heartbeat in places she wished it wasn't, and the rush of air on her skin all seemed too focused. She listened to the clamour of customers outside, footsteps passing to and from the door, always alert for the dreaded knock. And yet, in spite of that anxiety, her cock stood like a flag. She'd tried pinching herself, thinking of the least erotic things imaginable, but it wouldn't soften.
Nearby, Ryuka giggled as she scoured the most recent entry of the Futa Note, "I've gotta say, you've really come a long way."
"Please don't," Carmen said, wanting to ignore everything she'd written in there. She still didn't believe her own mind, let alone her hands wrote something so awful. The stubborn memory had her throbbing harder than ever.
"Oh, don't be so glum," Ryuka teased and rolled onto her back, letting her breasts spill down her ribs. The nipple stared at Carmen, dark and ripe and tempting. She looked back, incapable of anything else, as white beaded on the tip, then broke and fell across the alabaster flesh, "Would a drink cheer you up?"
"If you're just gonna tease me, then leave," Carmen said through clenched teeth. The flow of milk increased, crashing to the floor in a pitiful puddle. Lust engulfed her veins in fire, but the reminder of Stacy chilled it, until other memories broke through. It all started with Stacy after all, or perhaps even before her. Because of her, Carmen's cock lurched every time she imagined a pair of tits growing taut with milk. Oh, but they were beautiful. The nipples fattened into ripe cherries, ready to be suckled. And the taste, the feel of them.
Ryuka drew closer. She shifted to lean forward, boobs spilling over arms with the teats aimed at Carmen, practically gushing with milk. Just to look at them flirted with danger as spectres of Stacy's taste made her drool. So sweet and warm, like a hug spreading throughout the body, while the nipple gushed between her teeth. Even the visage tempted her more than most. Heavy tits, tight as a drum with milk, and the darkened areolae fattening in preparation made her dick lurch.
The smell lured her in. The cold sink turned hot under her palms, her skin was clammy, trickles of sweat glistened on her skin. Drool escaped her lips. For a moment, even just a few seconds, Ryuka offered her a chance to forget everything. Carmen leaned in. Sex with a Seikogami must be indescribable. Once she experienced, she could let everything go. No more dread, or pride, or work.
A sharp knock shattered the thoughts.
"Hello?" Her eyes widened; it was Leah. A slight drawl identified her, as if her voice was also docile, "Someone said the door's been locked for a while. Is everything alright?"
"Y-yeah, fine. Sorry." Carmen tore her gaze from Ryuka's tit, though she heard the dripping continue, and headed to the door. Her cock bounced with each step, but she didn't bother pulling her clothes back into a presentable state. Once the door opened and Leah saw her, none of that would matter. Not a fool, Carmen stood out of sight as she opened the door. A moment later and Leah stepped in, her 50's style skirt straining against her ass. Carmen locked the door again, enamoured with the figure.
"Hello?" Leah called, looking over the stalls.
"Behind you," Carmen blurted and the newly-christened futa turned, revealing how her apron bulged at her crotch.
"Oh! Uh, hi," Leah said, cheeks suddenly flush and eyes flickering across Carmen's body, unable to decide where to look, "You... you too, huh?" She asked, nodding to the other futa's crotch.
"Yeah," Carmen said and bit her lip. Was she really about to go through with this? What she'd done before was punishment to people who wronged her and others, or needed help in Zoey's case, but Leah had done nothing to her. Except give her an erection without realising it. How could anyone be so oblivious? She just flaunted her tits around not expecting an obvious lesbian to get turned on. And her reaction to growing a cock was lackadaisical at best, like it didn't matter.
If sprouting a penis from nowhere was no big deal, then what was sucking someone else's. Carmen took a breath. She was justified. Leah didn't care, why should she? Besides, she thought as a line of drool broke on the plumper girl's chin, she's enamoured with it. Carmen stepped forward and watched Leah's eyes follow the bounce of her cock, then stopped just out of arm's reach.
"Well?" Carmen said and arched an eyebrow, before pulling her shirt off. The last vestige of decency was a bra, desperate to contain her breasts, that soon joined the rest in a pile. Several seconds ticked by in stillness. She worried that Leah had an aneurysm, but the futa quickly picked up the pace and untied her apron.
Self-image had never been a priority for Carmen. For years, she'd gladly let her health and hygiene dwindle, if only so Melody could thrive better. By no means would she ever have made it as a cheerleader or any sort of athlete, but the book changed that. Before even her curves developed as they had, she'd noticed the weight loss instantly. It just hadn't mattered. It still didn't.
But to know that just her body left someone dumbfounded was... euphoric. Perhaps the Futa Note was responsible for it, she had written it so Leah would be captivated by her, but that look of genuine lust couldn't be faked. She'd seen it often enough on Ryuka and her friends' faces to know it. She had all the power in the room, only by showing her body. Behind her balls, a dribble of moisture escaped Carmen's pussy.
The thump of Leah's clothes snapped her reverie. Carmen drank in the sight, pouring it onto her lust like gasoline on a fire. The redhead skirted the line of unseemly, with soft, chubby flesh abundant across her body, but especially in her chest and hips. Even her cock, the default size of fourteen inches, had a girth to it.
"Oh, I just love thicker women," Ryuka said from above, and Carmen had to agree. Although a skinny woman with tits and ass cheeks the size of their head had a delicious dichotomy. She shook the thoughts off.
"So, uh, we're gonna fuck, right?" Leah asked.
Now Carmen was left speechless. She just wanted to cum, and Ryuka wouldn't help, or let her handle it on her own, she hadn't considered anything further. Oh, it'd feel so good to slide her dick between that ass and into Leah's... STOP! Carmen swallowed the extravagant lust. She only wanted to cum. A blowjob was more than enough. Blowjob? She could get by with just Leah's hands so...
"Quit trying to hold back," Ryuka said, floating over and draping her cock like a boa over Carmen's shoulders, "You're horny. She's willing. Live a little, sweetheart. You deserve it." She drifted away with a parting touch, imbued with her power. Carmen moaned and stumbled forward.
"N-no," Carmen said, trying to regain herself, "But you're going to make me cum, got it?" A shiver ran through Leah at her words, sending ripples across her voluptuous form. Her nipples hardened, already darker than a few seconds ago, a sign of the book taking full effect. She didn't say anything, just waited, cock twitching in anticipation for Carmen's next order. This wasn't part of the transformation. Fascination and an urge to give her an orgasm, nothing more.
Did the book think making Leah submissive would help? Carmen chewed her lip, frustrated that she had to admit that it was right. She inhaled the musky air, so potent that she tasted echoes on her tongue, and really took Leah in. Not to admire her figure, or the way she seemed to present herself for Carmen, but to think of how best to climax from her. Long hair made for perfect handholds, but her tits would also work, maybe... Carmen chastised herself. This wasn't the time.
Later? She didn't answer her own thought, or she ignored the response, and focused. Just the mouth.
"On the ground," Carmen said and gestured for Leah to fall. The fact she resembled a comic villain almost tore a snide laugh from her, if not for Leah's instant response. She knelt before Carmen, legs spread to let her balls and pussy breathe, with her cock jutting out above them. She didn't touch herself, only shook as Carmen stepped closer.
Trepidation taunted her lust as she leered down at the futa. Ryuka's warmth grazed her back, a gentle push forward. From Carmen's view, her cock obscured most of Leah's face. The redhead had gone cross-eyed, trying to focus on it and nothing else. Carmen bent down to touch Leah's hair, almost brushing her tits against the submissive futa, who took a sharp breath and opened her mouth. Gusts of air tingled against Carmen's dick, urging a dollop of pre-cum to ooze out. It hung like a pendulum, swinging to her heartbeat, until it struck Leah's tongue.
She licked it up and moaned, "Delicious."
"Yeah? You want more?" Carmen asked, almost feeling it as her self-control slipped. Between Ryuka's Touch and Leah's meekness, her body didn't help either, it was a miracle she'd held on for so long. Her fingers twined through Leah's hair.
"Yes please. I want to drink more of your cock juice," Leah slurred and stuck her tongue out, as if she were drunk on lust.
"Then work for it." No sooner had Carmen said the words and given a slight tug, than Leah surged forth and swallowed the head. Before Carmen could process it, she pushed deeper and gagged, but didn't move. The honour student gasped in place, staring at the gap between her crotch and Leah's lips. About halfway, she noted and gave a slight push of her hips. Leah finally pulled away, leaving a swath of spit in her wake, though she stayed on the head. Her cheeks turned convex as she suckled on it.
"Oh... fuck..." Carmen relaxed. She kept a hand on Leah's hair, while the other latched onto her own breast. The sensations weren't as intense as having her pussy licked, but it was somehow soothing. Like a tender embrace compared to a French kiss. Her soft moans were all the praise Leah needed, as she started dragging her lips up and down the shaft. She always came back to suckle on the crown.
"Use your hands," Carmen said and cooed at the embrace on her dick. Leah soon found a slow, even tempo. She stroked the whole length using her mouth and hands, uncaring of the saliva covering her palms. One hand was enough, so she switched the other to Carmen's balls.
"No. Behind them," Carmen moaned as her pussy was touched by another for the first time in months. She'd been too scared of Stacy's reaction if she found her cock, and she didn't dare let any of her friends pleasure her. Why? It felt good, and they'd be happy to. Her thoughts stumbled as Leah went to her limit again, breaching her throat until she couldn't bear it. Don't think, Carmen told herself and began rocking her hips. Just enjoy.
Ryuka was close by. Her heat never dissipated, so it came as no surprise when her hands found Carmen's tits, expertly mauling them.
"Stop," Carmen whispered, biting her lip. The Touch wasn't active, but Ryuka's experience was inhuman. Everywhere she squeezed, Carmen discovered a new point of pleasure. The god didn't listen, instead she kissed the humans neck, leaving tiny nips behind.
"Don't think," Ryuka echoed her earlier thought, "Just enjoy."
"R-right," Carmen said and adjusted her grasp on Leah's hair, before pulling, and thrusting into her. The redhead retched, she tried clenching her eyes shut, but a sharp pull stopped the behaviour. Green circles around dilated pupils glistened and stared at Carmen, not a trace of disdain or fear in them.
