Carmen pulled on her shirt, the latest in a long line of new articles that she hadn't wanted to buy. In fact, such purchases comprised most of her wardrobe, and it seemed that she would be getting more. The hem didn't cover her waist anymore, and her pants were tighter than they were last week, a fact her girlfriend and fashion adviser enjoyed.
"I never get tired of this," Rachel said from the bed, eyeing every detail. She was dressed in a punk lolita style, with a pleated skirt and a thin, black jacket studded with silver. The neckline hung low over her chest, revealing ample cleavage. Every inch an unnatural product of the Futa Note, yet she loved it all the same.
"Well, I do," Carmen groaned and chucked the shirt away, rummaging around for something that didn't make her feel half-naked. In the past weeks, Rachel had made it point for her not to wear anything baggy.
"It's fine. Come on, last day of summer and you're gonna about this?" Rachel grabbed a random top and chucked it at her, "No one cares what you're in, they'll still be looking at you. And maybe me. I dunno, you have made my ass pretty huge."
That was an understatement. Rachel's skirt, which should reach past her knees, fluttered around midway down her thighs. At a convenient breeze, they revealed a pair of tight shorts that kept her cute dick from bulging out. They'd shred once she got hard, but for now it was fine. If she got aroused though, her shirt wouldn't hold either. Admittedly, both enjoyed watching her rip through the cheaper clothes.
"Don't remind me," Carmen said and pulled on a tank top. In recent weeks, her skin had turned a splendid pale as if to spite the summer sun, no matter how revealing her clothes were. She could sunbathe for hours and remain unchanged. The shirt rode up from her chest, teasing a view of her hips and, with the right breeze, flashed the bottom of her breasts. She didn't wear any bras, as her nipples behaved most of the time, nor did she need the support. Despite being so endowed, her back didn't ache and they only jiggled the appropriate amount. Or that's what Rachel claimed.
"Oh? Unsatisfied with it?" Rachel asked and sauntered over, accentuating the already salacious sway of her sides, "You could always bump it up a few inches. Or feet?"
Carmen snorted at the suggestion and pulled her in, "Don't tempt me. You're already struggling with doors."
"No I don't," Rachel pouted and stomped out the door, not thinking to angle herself just a little. She got wedged in the frame, "Fuck."
"Oh, did someone get stuck?"
"Just get me out, please?"
"I don't know," Carmen said and came over, hand cupping one cheek, trailing under the skirt to feel the bountiful flesh through the shorts, "Maybe it's better you're stuck like this."
"I'd love to," Rachel sighed, wriggling as best she could against her lover's hand, which squeezed deep into her. It'd take a giant to cup the whole cheek properly, but that's what made it a joy for Carmen. To feel something soft as Rachel's ass all but oozing between her fingers, and know that the redhead enjoyed it just as much, stirred her lusts like few others could.
"But everyone's gonna be waiting. Besides, your mom and sister are home," Rachel said, though the slight bulge of her cock twitched at the idea. Sighing, Carmen grabbed her bag, in which she kept the Futa Note. She kept it there more often, always on her person. It soothed her somehow, though she worried over why that was. At that point, she just pushed it from her mind.
"Another day," Carmen said and gave her ass a firm spank, pushing the redhead free. Since their first time, it was rare a day went by that they didn't have sex, given their nature as futanari. Insatiable didn't cover it. Any normal couple might've slowed down, taken a week to breathe, but they couldn't help it. Even Carmen, for all her self-control, crumbled at Rachel's teasing. The girl knew how to hit all her buttons.
Despite that, Carmen found time for driving lessons. Once she passed, her mother insisted on buying a car, something new and exciting. Thus, Carmen ended up with a sleek car that wasn't the most suitable for her height, curves or when she had a throbbing hard-on because Rachel's ass almost overflowed the seat. Carmen sighed, again changing the seat around to suit her ever growing form.
"You really can't say no to your mom can you?" Rachel said once they were in, chuckling at how awkward Carmen was. She slouched to see properly, tits squeezed tight against her legs, which was better than getting in the way of the steering wheel.
"Melody also liked it," the taller futa said in defence and gave up on finding the right position, "But I really do need something bigger." She leaned forward to turn the key, breasts mashing deep into the steering wheel. Even relaxed, her chest occupied half the space between her and the dashboard.
"Oh, get a pick-up truck!"
"Why?"
"Then we can park somewhere, roll out some blankets and fuck in public."
"Jesus," Carmen rolled her eyes, "You're gonna get us in trouble someday."
"I was kidding. Mostly. It's a hot idea," Rachel said.
"Yeah. Gonna be a 'no' though. For now at least."
They were headed for the arcade, where Zoey and the others waited. It was the last day of summer before that ridiculous year of school started, though Carmen no longer cared about the lost time. She had everything already, more than most people had or would ever possess. Friends, family, wealth, a lover and incredible figure. What else did want or even deserve?
"Oh, I forgot to mention it. I applied for college," Rachel said on the drive.
"Really? I thought you didn't like education."
"Still don't. But I figured it's worth a shot."
"What's the plan then? Art?"
"Yep. What about you? I know this whole extra year thing messed your plans up, but you've gotta be interested in something," Rachel said and leaned back, pronouncing her chest, "That isn't my butt, of course."
Carmen chuckled, "I really don't know. Before, it was just whatever made me rich fastest, but now..."
"Ever thought about porn?"
"What?!"
"Yeah, you'd be great. Though what would your name be?"
"You can't be serious."
"Totally am," Rachel said, "Come on, brainstorm with me. There's gotta be something good. Carmen Sandiego?"
"Pretty sure that's copyrighted."
"Maybe if you go on with me, it could be Robin' the Cradle?"
"That's just wrong," Carmen chuckled and shook her head.
Rachel went on, "Hmm, something to do with being futanari. Futa Fiesta? No, that's more Latina. Although, you could use the book to look Latina, right?"
"I'm not using it on myself," Carmen said, though she couldn't deny having considered it several times. The temptation was greater now, worse every day that she saw just how much larger Rachel's cock was. Carmen had dealt with jealousy for almost a decade, envying what others had and wishing she could trade lives, but it was never so petty. It shouldn't matter that she was smaller than Rachel, since she wrote it that way. Though the book was always changing her to resemble Ryuka.
"Although, I don't even know if it could. Honestly, I don't know much about what it's capable of."
"Hey, maybe that's something. You could look into it, right? There's gotta be some stuff hidden around."
"Yeah. Oh!" Carmen's eyes brightened. Her work ethic was something she prided herself on, that and the fact she spent years learning all she could, it might actually make sense to just keep going with that. Seikogami and the Futa Note have been around for millennia, since before time existed if Ryuka was correct. There must be evidence of that throughout time, perhaps artefacts or creations centred around them, even whole civilisations.
"I love that look," Rachel said.
"What look?"
"That look you get when you figure something out. I love it," Rachel said and leaned over at a red light to kiss her. They smiled against each other, eyes telling the other just what they wanted to do. But, alas, they were expected.
They arrived in time to catch Zoey ducking under the door. Rachel's face brightened at the sight and she hopped over to her towering friend. Against the Amazon, she stood no higher than her waist, almost pushed away by Zoey's bust. The outline of a conspicuous bulge ran down Zoey's thigh, halfway to her knee, despite the incredible length of her legs. Unlike the others, she was known for it. A 'trans' athlete that also challenged for tallest human alive made it hard to hide.
"You look taller every time I see you," Rachel said, using her hands to try gauging just how Zoey had grown. The redhead had taken on a curious habit of measurements, insistent on herself and Carmen keeping track. Thus far, Rachel's numbers were; 24G-22-70. Looking at her was ridiculous enough, but hearing the huge change from waist to hip was oddly enticing. Carmen embodied an hourglass with 32K-26-42 with decimals aplenty.
It was embarrassing at first, though she adjusted. Then Rachel wanted to measure their cocks, which Carmen went along with, but it made her feel... inadequate to know her girlfriend - when aroused - had over a foot on her. Things smoothed out quickly enough with sex, but the thought nagged at her from time to time. It might've been why she turned Rachel into her personal cock for a while. Oh that was fun. Stop thinking about it, Carmen thought and focused on her company as they looked around for the others.
"Feels like it," Zoey said, grinning down at the tiny girl, then at Carmen.
"Hey," Carmen said, "Sorry we didn't make the race. We got distracted." She glanced at Rachel, who studied Zoey's figure with rapt interest, mumbling numbers under her breath.
"No, it's fine. I mean, I won pretty hands down. And my sister was there," Zoey shrugged, glancing away for a second. The others were already inside, having taken a table at the small fast food restaurant built inside. A bar ran along a nearby wall, lined with soda and juice for the children running around. Carmen and Zoey looked comical as they sat down, each towering over the others.
