How long Sophie tease Carla before she accepts her kinky desires to see herself transform? Can Carla handle taking a hyper futa to bed without flooding her apartment in the process? And can Sophie master her unruly libido before it transforms her into a tool of ultimate pleasure?
This 7.300 word story contains the following themes: futanari on female; transformation; twinning; huge/multi endowments; expansion; absurd volumes of fluids; inflation.
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A Hyper Futa Twin Transformation
“ALRIGHT, AN ICED latte and a brownie. Will that be all? Or did you want anything extra?” Sophie leaned forward, an innocuous smile on her face, emphasizing her amazing rack and the teasing hint of her deep cleavage above the Coffee Corner logo on her apron. “Some milk, perhaps?”
The brunette on the other side of the counter went red in the face, caught ogling the pink-haired barista. “Uh. Maybe?”
Sophie smiled knowingly. She let her customer feast her eyes for another moment, framing her massive boobs with a subtle squeeze of her arms that made them seem to bulge even larger. “I think you’d like it. Our milk is as fresh as can be; practically squeezed out in the back of the shop.”
“I-I guess so. Sure, let me try.”
“From the tap?” Sophie’s fat nipples tented even through her apron, a few droplets of liquid seeping into the fabric. “I’m kidding!” She grabbed a pot from behind the counter and started pouring it into the plastic cup. “Just tell me when to stop.”
There was a soft gasp from the brunette as she noticed Sophie’s black top stretching thinner at the edge of her apron.
Sophie continued regardless, her tits growing as she poured, their expansion too obvious to ignore: the perfectly shaped curves bulged from all sides of her apron, her tightly wrapped cleavage forming an obscene valley between her head-dwarfing bust. Her midriff showed as the size of her breasts pulled her top upwards and made her apron look like the increasingly inadequate wrapper of one hell of a present.
“Uh, miss?” The brunette stammered. “Your boobs…?”
“I didn’t hear a stop,” Sophie said in a sing-song voice, still pouring, still growing. As her awesome tits reached the size of beach balls, hanging to her waist on her slender frame, she looked over her customer’s shoulder and smiled at the lens of her pink-cased phone, surreptitiously recording the scene from a high shelf and streaming it live to her transformation-hungry audience. She gave them a playful wink and instantly felt the impact of their donations to her stream: a strong boost to the already dizzying sensations that made her pussy throb and her underwear wet and sticky.
As usual, her audience was insatiable. And as the conduit for their fantasies, Sophie had to deal with it. She gripped the pot of cold milk tighter, but did not let her expression betray the loss of control rocking her boat.
Her customer was entranced, anyway. And for good reason; Sophie’s tits would have made any boob-lover drool even before she started growing them, and now, with her underbust practically resting on the countertop, there was enough boob in view to get lost in.
“Looks like you wanted a cup of iced milk, after all.” She remarked, setting the pot aside. “Unless you want to upgrade to a large?”
Before the brunette could answer, a surge of arousal sent a tremor through Sophie. It was all she could do to not cry out, lips parting with the moan she wanted so badly to share with the world. She gripped the countertop, her nails digging into the polish, and became hyper-aware of herself, of her huge, erect nipples slowly dragging themselves closer to the sides of her apron, of how every second of slow expansion sent sparks of dopamine into her brain. Her clit pulsed so hard she thought it might burst. But now came the familiar shift, the feeling of something pushing out, stretching her underwear, elongating past the elastic band to send her rapidly growing cock inching up her belly. Her audience did so enjoy her futanari escapades, and Sophie was determined to hold on to her claim to fame, to give them what they wanted: the most hung woman in the whole wide world.
“I could go for a large.” the brunette said quietly.
Sophie bit her lip, almost hissing her reply. “So could I.” She felt her 12-incher work its way up under her top, smearing her skin with an ungodly volume of lubrication dripping from the bulging tip. The pinkette squirmed from side to side to let her massive balls drop down one side of her underwear, where they proceeded to fill out the crotch of her leggings to an outrageous degree, clearly outlined in the stretchy fabric. She reached for a larger cup and filled it with ice to begin the latte order anew.
The brunette leaned in, gathering her courage. “Extra milk, please.” She said, eyes glued to Sophie’s show.
“Extra milk it is,” Sophie repeated, concealing her groan when a surge of breast growth made her top come apart, tears forming across her front and back. Which only intensified as a powerful flare of hot, erotic heat flashed on her front and a second set of boobs sprouted below her first, nipples forming rapidly and pushing her first set upwards as they formed. “Goddamnit.” she thought, rolling her eyes. “Someone in the stream chat took the cow jokes a little too far.”
“Oh my! Yes, that’s good.” The brunette said, channeling Sophie’s digital audience. “More milk!”
“We’ll both end up drenched if you keep saying that word.” The wet patches of fabric over her nipples ran over with fresh milk, dripping openly down the saturated cloth. Her apron covered little more than her cleavage, as her top gave in and her four massive breasts stacked on the countertop, swiftly drowning three stacks of napkins and receipts in milk before spilling onto the floor.
Team Futa was not to be outdone, however. She felt the euphoria of her growing cock, shivering from top to curling toes as the fattening shaft slid into her cleavage, as thick and long as her forearm—as just as messy as her two sets of tits combined. “Oh god,” she gasped, freezing in place in the middle of preparing the iced coffee, the torturously pleasurable friction of her hard, slick shaft between her firm breasts drawing a mini-orgasm from cunt—squirting hard against the back of her balls—and almost set her madly throbbing girlcock off.
She doubled over, shivering uncontrollably as her viewers urged her on, transforming her through the obedient nanobots in her bloodstream. The tip of her cock appeared at the top of her cleavage, bulbous head pulsing in a pond of precum.
“Don’t cum in the customer’s face. Don’t cum in the customer’s face.” she repeated to herself. All pretense of delivering the order was lost; she stood completely still, taut as a bowstring. All she could truly sense was herself, the feeling of her massive racks spreading over the wet countertop, the mad throb of her clit—and its second mini-orgasm, making her knees buckle—and the heft of her heavy, audibly churning balls. “Don’t cum. Don’t cum. Don’t cum!”
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To follow Sophie's extremely messy orgasm and her subsequent bout of teasing and hyper-sex with her friend, follow the links above!If you liked this story, you may enjoy The Futa Curse: A Futa-on-Female Transformation Monster Girl Fantasy.
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