He’s drowning in futa love—and he couldn’t be happier.
When Ben and his futa friends get in serious trouble, they concoct a desperate scheme to strike back at Lacto—which just so happens to involve gratuitous amounts of sex, flirting, and more orgasms than should be physically possible.
Can Ben calm Cassie and Fiona’s limitless futa libidos before they drench the entire house? Can they face the Lacto Corporation with their lives intact? And is there room for love in their transformation-fueled threesome?
This 5.800 word story contains the following themes: FM, FFM, Futanari on Male, Female to Futa Transformation, Expanding Endowments, Multiple Endowments, Size Comparison, Growing Curves, Excessive Climaxes.
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Futa Pilled 3:
A Futa on Male Erotic Story
“My name is Benjamin Turner. I’m a freshman at Fertile Valley U. A week ago, I tested the Lacto Corporation's penile enhancement drug for the first time. The effect is advertised to last up to three days. My erections are still larger and far more frequent, and show no signs of abating. Despite making Lacto aware of my situation, I have not received any medical attention.”
Ben stopped reading and looked up, past the camera lens, at Fiona as she filmed him with the passion of an auteur. Cassie watched from behind, sharing a dubious look with Ben.
“You sure this is good?” he asked. “Feels a bit stilted.”
“It’s correct,” Fiona said. “It needs to be, to hold up in court. Just act natural!”
“If I acted natural, I’d just call it CockGro. I mean, what, you’re gonna add stats to this next?”
“Not a bad idea. Maybe for the next take.”
“Next?! What sort of production do you think we’re running?”
Fiona flicked her hand at him. “Keep reading the script. Action!”
Cassie smirked from the sidelines. “Yeah, and give us a view of that juicy cock. Show us how terribly Lacto has treated you!” Following their session on the couch and a brief cleanup, Ben had put on a shirt and nothing else, much to Cassie’s delight. She, on the other hand, went completely naked, the better to keep Ben’s cock big and hard for the camera.
“Fine.” Ben cleared his throat. “Worse, Lacto’s failure to ensure patient safety is not an isolated case. By random chance, Cassie Cook, my girlfriend—“
At the mention of her name, Cassie sashayed into the frame and threw her arm around Ben. “That’s me!” She grinned, thrusting her perfect, perky breasts out at the camera, as if she was shooting a commercial for the impossible body-sculpting drugs instead of the trio’s insurance policy.
Ben looked up from the script, looking flushed. “Uh, Fi? If being correct is so important, why did you put it down as if Cassie and I are dating?”
Fiona raised an eyebrow. “Are you not?”
Cassie turned her head towards him. “Yeah, are we not?”
“I—are we?” Ben bit his tongue. “I mean, fuck, I’d love to, but we never—”
“Christ, dude, you don’t have to ham it up for the camera,” Cassie laughed and kissed his cheek before turning back to Fiona. “Anyway, like my incredibly dense boyfriend here was trying to say: he left the pills out, I took one by accident, and look at me now! Dick and boob pills do not mix, boys and girls—or rather, they do, and they do it a lot.“ She posed for the camera, showing off her head-dwarfing bust, her tremendous tits, and how much her slim, toned physique made them stand out. And, most of all, the gigantic girlcock between her legs, fully wider than a wine bottle. “I did not have a dick before I took that pill and now I have enough for three! And this big girl is still growing bigger by the day. Especially when she gets to rail this cutie…” Cassie grabbed Ben’s bare ass and grinned, shamelessly working her fingers up between his cheeks.
“You’re getting distracted,” Fiona remarked.
“Maybe.” Cassie rolled her eyes. “Fuck, dude, what else do you want? I’m huge and out of control!”
“Yes, but you should at least try to sound upset. Or not get visibly aroused talking about it.”
Cassie’s erection jerked from side to side with each shift of her hips, swinging like a sword looking for a fight. She shrugged. “Oh no, I’m getting turned on at the sight of fucking my boyfriend with my ever-fattening dick. Woe is me.” She pouted unconvincingly. “The drugs need some warning labels, though. The way my balls are filling up, I’ll be a walking water hazard before long.”
“Pretty sure you the walls are already a lost cause…” Ben muttered.
Fiona nodded earnestly. “That’s more like it. Do it again! Less obvious enjoyment, please.” She panned the camera upwards, moving their cocks out of view.
Cassie circumvented the censorship by tilting her shaft back, sliding the outrageously thick, feminine penis between her equally outrageous breasts and gave it a pump, precum instantly flooding her cleavage and spilling down her front. “No can do. Lacto has turned me into a sex fiend and I’m not gonna stop touching myself until I pass out. That’s the story.” She gave a grin before proceeding to simultaneously fuck herself with her tits and her mouth, turning Fiona’s testimony into a camshow.
Fiona shook her head. “It’s as if you want them to win.” She kept the camera on Cassie, though, even as her bright idea became a perverse performance. Her dual dicks rose, hard and ready, below her dress.
Ben spread his hands. “She’s got a point, though. Turning their subjects into sex-zombies can’t be what Lacto wants, right? That’d be terrible press.”
Cassie slurped loudly in agreement.
“Yes,” Fiona said, “but it might not be enough. If we swing at Taniguchi, we cannot afford to miss.”
Ben ran his fingers over Cassie’s balls, his face growing a little pale at the realization that he had no hope of closing his hand around one of them, let alone both. “Why don’t you let me take over the filming, then? You’ve got two cocks, that’s the sort of instability they’re afraid of, right?”
“I… I will. When we’ve done the two of you.” Fiona held the phone higher, hiding her face behind it. “This would be so much easier if we had another dose handy, to really show the immediate consequences of their chemistry.”
“Well, yeah. But the last pills are gone.”
“You don’t have to remind me.” Fiona snapped. “I screwed up. I told you.”
“Hey, just agreeing. No harm done.”
Beside them, Cassie’s self-indulgence reached its peak, her lewd, overt soundscape of slurping, moaning, and throbbing changing to that of sudden struggle for breath, a stubborn insistence of swallowing as much of her load as she physically could until the unyielding power of her cock forced her to give in and let go, and her desperate gasps mixed with the splash of cum erupting upon the ceiling, floor, and everything in between.
Ben shielded himself in a practiced manner, though Fiona’s cry of anguish indicated less preparation for the futa’s overwhelming orgasm. “What the fuck?” she cried, tumbling backwards as if battered by hail. “Cassie, you—”
Cassie sighed with such satisfaction that nothing seemed to be wrong in the world; at least in hers. “That hit the spot,” she said, paying no attention to the globs of jizz dripping onto her head. “Did you get a good shot?”
Fiona struggled to her feet. “How dare—” she sputtered, stepped in a puddle, slipped, and almost face-planted, if not for Ben grabbing her just in time. “This is too much cum. Too much mess. Oh god, it’s in my nose!” she said, wiping her face feverishly.
“I don’t know. I could go again.” Cassie swayed her hips, entirely too enraptured by the weight and feel of her enormous balls slapping against her thighs. “I wasn’t kidding you, dude. These puppies are only getting fuller.”
“That’s not how it works,” Fiona continued. “Cum doesn’t—you couldn’t even fit so much inside, it’s impossible—”
“But very, very real.” Cassie smirked and crossed the cum-soaked floor, a hand descending to tease the dual endowments between Fiona’s legs. “Come on, you’re not that different. Let’s see how much damage you’ll do.”
Fiona squirmed backwards and nearly slipped again. “Absolutely not.”
Ben held her steady, an arm around her waist opposite Cassie. “You gotta take a load off some time. Why not let us help? It’s not as if we’ve got anything left to hide at this point.” His hand slipped under her skirt, next to Cassie’s, jerking off Fiona’s fat doublecocks together. “If you keep blue-balling yourself, you really are gonna put us under water when you finally give in.”
“Which would be hot as hell,” Cassie said. “But there’s less painful ways of getting there.”
Fiona’s back bumped against a closet, her butt wiggling from side to side as her friends stroked her. “I can’t…” she murmured, her hands dropping to her sides, “I have to hold the camera steady…”
“Get a tripod,” Ben said, looking over at Cassie, who grinned like a cat. “No, not you.”
“Almost there, babe,” she said, dangling her outrageous cock between her knees. “Give it a week or two. Or, we can take a shortcut…” Cassie’s free hand dipped out of sight—without missing a beat with the other—and returned with something crumpled and silvery.
Ben paused. “Is that…?”
“The last doses of CockGro!” Fiona gasped, flushed and wide-eyed. “How did you—ah, f–fuck…!” She threw her head back, banging it on the closet door, and moaned her heart out; the flash of pain could not distract or diminish her orgasm any more than a grain of sand could turn back the sea. Fiona came, losing all control of herself; her twin cocks thrust furiously into her partner’s hands, her cumshots cascading down upon the dishevelled bedroom like a rainstorm. She was bottomless, endless, an elemental of pleasure, until finally she collapsed completely and sagged in Ben and Cassie’s arms.
For a long, blissful moment, the only sounds were Fiona’s weak, ragged breathing and the steady pitter-patter of her deluge of dickgirl jizz dripping from the ceiling.
“Christ,” Cassie laughed, “chemistry really does turn you on, huh?”
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