Genuine Genyun

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Story Contains futa, erections, kale “Futacola” created by GenYun _____________________________________________________

"Groceries!”

The dorm room door swung open, and Tiffany bounded in with a full grocery bag slung over each shoulder. Payday made her even more chipper than usual, as she was able to refresh her supply of food and snacks, which she rarely had the willpower not to power through prematurely. The mini-fridge she shared with her roommate Cara could only hold so much, so they had to be efficient as well as thrifty to make their stash last. Tiffany pretty much lacked willpower in general, which fostered a fair amount of friction between her and her roommate, Cara.

Seated at her desk, Cara set down her tea and buried her face in her Sociology textbook, though she was less reading and more hiding. Given the small room and Tiffany’s huge personality, it was difficult to ignore her roommate, though it didn’t stop her from making a concerted effort. While she didn’t at all think Tiffany provoked her intentionally, it bugged Cara that someone could so easily get under her skin. Tiffany, meanwhile, hummed to herself and bounced on her toes as she unpacked the grocery bags, her large brown curls bobbing in rhythm. Cara had nearly succeeded in tuning her out when the familiar sound of a canned soft drink being placed on the desk made her wince.

“Oh, Tiff, tell me you didn’t.”

“What?” Tiffany had only half-finished putting the groceries before sitting down at her desk and tapping the top of her soft-drink. “I put away all the cold stuff, so now I’m going to enjoy my well-earned reward for getting all the shopping done before noon.”

“That’s exactly my point,” Cara said, abandoning her reading. “You really bought more of that stuff?”

Tiffany reached into a bag and retrieved a package of greens, which she held up at Cara. “It’s a mixed salad, with only a little bit of Kale. I didn’t buy the whole kale bunch because it takes up too much room in the fridge and you said you didn’t like it.”

Cara rubbed her temples in agitation.“No, I’m talking about that drink.”

Tiffany reached into the bag again, this time retrieving a small carton. “Soymilk? I got vanilla like you asked.” She stuck her tongue out in apparent disgust. “Ugh, I can’t for the life of me understand why you even—”

“No! I’m talking about that soda. You know, the one that’s making you…um…” Cara pointed to a pugnacious bulge in the crotch of Tiffany’s gray yoga pants so large it tugged the waistband away from her skin. “God, is it even bigger than yesterday?”

Tiffany popped the lid of the glossy, black 16-oz can with Futacola in large, green print on the side. “Probably. I had one on the walk back too. This is my second one today.”

“I can’t imagine you would have left the house looking like that.”

“It wasn’t that big when I left. I didn’t think it would get so big so fast!”

“Wait a sec, it’s still growing?”

“Well, duh,” Tiffany said, rolling her eyes before putting the can to her lips and swallowing a large gulp. She shivered with delight and gave a satisfied smile. “Mmmmm! Still as good as the first taste. God, this stuff is so good.” She felt a stirring in her pants, and she casually patted her protuberance with a comparatively small hand.

“Tiff, it…that stuff is making you grow a dick. Like, a HUGE dick..”

Tiffany took another sip as she studied the visibly straining seams around her midsection. “Huh. I guess. That could be what’s causing it. I don’t really know for sure. You think I should see a doctor or something?”

“What the heck do you mean ‘could be?’ That is it,” Cara nearly shouted in exasperation. “It says it right there on the goddamned can.”

“You know I don’t like to read nutrition labels. All they do is make you self-conscious. Anyways, they take everything out-of-context. I mean, what about the rest of my diet? I think I eat pretty well. So I like to treat myself every once and awhile. Is that so wrong?” Tiffany took another long swig, her fingers idly drumming on her swollen crotch.

Cara gestured indignantly at the can. “Tiff, it’s in plain fucking English in huge white letters." 

Tiffany sighed, taking a quick swig before tilting the can to the side and reading the large, blocky text to herself.

Warning: this product causes women to grow large penises. Drink ONLY if you are a woman who wishes to be the proud owner of the kind of massive cock that would make the most gifted of prize stallions faint with jealousy.

"So, what’s your point?” Tiffany grunted in frustration as she reached into her pants to re-adjust their compressed contents.

“Are you saying you want to grow a penis?”

“I’m saying that I want to enjoy my favorite drink without you getting all judgy.”

“Tiff, you aren’t thinking about the bigger pecker–um, picture. I mean, look at it, it’s going to burst right through your pants practically any minute, and it’s still growing!” Cara was nothing if not observant. Since entering the room, Tiffany’s package had swelled dramatically larger, and both girls now watched as the outline of Tiffany’s massive tool slowly, but steadily stretched longer and thicker, extending nearly to the edge of her hip.

“Okay, Cara. You do have a point there.” Tiffany abruptly grabbed the edges of both her pants and panties and yanked them down, letting her penis flop downwards, where it audibly smacked against her thighs, the tip only inches from her knees. Cara half-gasped, half-screamed in response, but couldn’t manage to tear her eyes away. “There, you happy?” Tiffany asked, before taking another sip.

Cara’s eyes were so wide she thought they might rupture. “Oh, God. Tiff, that’s…that's…”

“—a hell of a relief, I gotta say. I may have to get some bigger yoga pants, or at least, stretchier ones. Am I right?” She let out a resonant belch, before giggling and taking another long swig to finish the can, which she shook before pouting her bottom lip. “Well, I hope you’re happy now. It’s all gone now and none of us gets any.”

“I don't—and will never—want any.”

“Good. More for me!”

“I mean I don’t want to end up looking like you, five-foot-two and barely a hundred pounds with a foot-long penis almost as thick as my arm.”

“God, Cara, you just are so set on the idea that you won’t enjoy it. Some people have different tastes than you.”

“Tiff, I don’t want a dick!”

“I’m talking about the soda! Geez!” Tiffany plopped down in her desk chair, legs spread eagle to make room for her immense appendage. “Why do you always have to get so worked up about other people’s business? Remember how you wouldn’t shut up about me dating—” Tiffany grunted with agitation, before reaching under herself and tugging until she was no longer sitting on her kiwi-sized balls. “—Jason Warwick? You would not shut up about him!”

“I thought you two were a bad match, and then he cheated on you, and we saw that I was right. But, why are we even comparing you dating a sleazy jerk to you drinking a soda that is literally making you grow a penis?”

“I had already broken up with him just like I’ve already grown this thing,” Tiffany said gesturing downward. “It happened and it’s done, in the past. Why bring it up now?”

“But you could at least, you know, not let it get any bigger.”

“Yeah, but then I’d have to stop drinking Futacola.” As Tiffany spoke, her tool stretched longer, swinging pendulously from the chair below her. “Seriously, though I’m going to need to re-think my wardrobe. Look! It’s almost as thick as the can!” Tiffany placed the empty can next to her penis, demonstrating their similar girth. With a satisfied smirk, she looked up at Cara who only gawked back at her in utter shock. Right before her eyes, Tiffany’s penis plumped visibly, now handily outsizing the girth of the can.

“How is it even still growing?” Cara croaked, barely managing to speak through her shock. “You’re done drinking!”

“It takes a little bit for it to run it’s…oh God, this is a big one!” Tiffany’s gripped the sides of the chair and whooped loudly as her penis experienced one final burst of growth. It snaked down the chair, stretching steadily longer. She moaned with delight, as the tip of its head touched the carpet. Chills ran her back at the sensation of and more of her lengthy member resting on the ground.

“Ha! Look at it, Cara!” Tiffany exclaimed, giving it a shake like a thick rope. “This thing is going to cause me nothing but trouble. I bet I have the hugest cock in the dorm. Heck, it’s probably the biggest in the school.”

“By at least a foot,” Cara said, still agog.

“…or two!” Tiffany said, running her hands along the broad shaft, cooing as it gradually began curving upwards. She could almost feel the blood rushing into it, making her nearly light-headed with arousal. Despite its size, her dick managed to straighten upwards, until it bowed away from her body. Both girls eyes remained glued to the bulbous head as it reached Tiffany’s eye level, climbing higher until it stopped just above her hairline. Tiffany squealed with delight and embraced her three-foot penis, before stopping suddenly and glaring accusingly at her mesmerized roommate.

“Are you staring?” Cara gasped. “You want to have sex with me! Cara, we’re roommates! We can’t just start doing each other!”

Shocked out of her trance, Cara waved her hands dismissively. “No, NO! Tiff, I do not want to have sex with you. Not that I even could. You’d split me in half!”

Tiffany tapped her lips thoughtfully. “Well, now that you mention it, we could always try—”

“No, thank you.”

“Well keep your eyes to yourself then,” Tiffany said, still absent-mindedly stroking her cock. “You’re totally making me uncomfortable.”

“Tiff you’re a girl with a dick the size of a baseball bat. How could you expect me—or anyone for that matter—not to look at it?”

“Really? You’re actually playing the 'asking for it’ card?”

Cara held her hands up and gathered herself. “Look Tiff, I’ll say this once more, and I’ll have said my peace. That soda you drink caused you to grow a penis that is huge beyond all reason or practicality. I’m asking you—as your roommate and friend—to please stop drinking it so we don’t have to buy a third bed for your colossal lady-schlong.”

Tiffany seemed to consider Cara’s request before nodding and dropping the can into a bin next to her desk. “Fine, Cara. If you’re going to be such a stick-in-the-mud. This is my last can…today.” Tiffany stood up suddenly, her erection thumping against the closet door. She pulled it to her chest and rested her forehead against it. Smiling serenely, she gave it a small, tender kiss. "Right now, me and my new friend here are going to take a nice, long shower.”

“Just clean up when you’re done.”

“I always do,” Tiffany said, stepping into the bathroom, before peeking back out and adding, “And, by the way, you are such a hypocrite.”

Cara waited until she heard the shower before shutting her textbook and pulling it down from atop her breasts, which covered nearly the entire surface of the desk in front of her. She rubbed the tops of them with her hands, admiring the vast expanse of undulating flesh before her. Gulping the last of her favorite “Oppai Tea,” she placed the teacup on a nearby she shelf and moaned with pleasure as her breasts engorged with even more mass, rising higher and eliciting a crack from cheap, plywood desk. Scooping her hands underneath her mammoth breasts, she pulled herself to her feet with some effort, feeling a slight twinge in her back. Gazing thoughtfully into her seemingly endless cleavage, a naughty smirk appeared on Cara’s face. She headed towards the bathroom.

Story Contains futa, erections, kale “Futacola” created by GenYun _____________________________________________________

"Groceries!”

The dorm room door swung open, and Tiffany bounded in with a full grocery bag slung over each shoulder. Payday made her even more chipper than usual, as she was able to refresh her supply of food and snacks, which she rarely had the willpower not to power through prematurely. The mini-fridge she shared with her roommate Cara could only hold so much, so they had to be efficient as well as thrifty to make their stash last. Tiffany pretty much lacked willpower in general, which fostered a fair amount of friction between her and her roommate, Cara.

Seated at her desk, Cara set down her tea and buried her face in her Sociology textbook, though she was less reading and more hiding. Given the small room and Tiffany’s huge personality, it was difficult to ignore her roommate, though it didn’t stop her from making a concerted effort. While she didn’t at all think Tiffany provoked her intentionally, it bugged Cara that someone could so easily get under her skin. Tiffany, meanwhile, hummed to herself and bounced on her toes as she unpacked the grocery bags, her large brown curls bobbing in rhythm. Cara had nearly succeeded in tuning her out when the familiar sound of a canned soft drink being placed on the desk made her wince.

“Oh, Tiff, tell me you didn’t.”

“What?” Tiffany had only half-finished putting the groceries before sitting down at her desk and tapping the top of her soft-drink. “I put away all the cold stuff, so now I’m going to enjoy my well-earned reward for getting all the shopping done before noon.”

“That’s exactly my point,” Cara said, abandoning her reading. “You really bought more of that stuff?”

Tiffany reached into a bag and retrieved a package of greens, which she held up at Cara. “It’s a mixed salad, with only a little bit of Kale. I didn’t buy the whole kale bunch because it takes up too much room in the fridge and you said you didn’t like it.”

Cara rubbed her temples in agitation.“No, I’m talking about that drink.”

Tiffany reached into the bag again, this time retrieving a small carton. “Soymilk? I got vanilla like you asked.” She stuck her tongue out in apparent disgust. “Ugh, I can’t for the life of me understand why you even—”

“No! I’m talking about that soda. You know, the one that’s making you…um…” Cara pointed to a pugnacious bulge in the crotch of Tiffany’s gray yoga pants so large it tugged the waistband away from her skin. “God, is it even bigger than yesterday?”

Tiffany popped the lid of the glossy, black 16-oz can with Futacola in large, green print on the side. “Probably. I had one on the walk back too. This is my second one today.”

“I can’t imagine you would have left the house looking like that.”

“It wasn’t that big when I left. I didn’t think it would get so big so fast!”

“Wait a sec, it’s still growing?”

“Well, duh,” Tiffany said, rolling her eyes before putting the can to her lips and swallowing a large gulp. She shivered with delight and gave a satisfied smile. “Mmmmm! Still as good as the first taste. God, this stuff is so good.” She felt a stirring in her pants, and she casually patted her protuberance with a comparatively small hand.

“Tiff, it…that stuff is making you grow a dick. Like, a HUGE dick..”

Tiffany took another sip as she studied the visibly straining seams around her midsection. “Huh. I guess. That could be what’s causing it. I don’t really know for sure. You think I should see a doctor or something?”

“What the heck do you mean ‘could be?’ That is it,” Cara nearly shouted in exasperation. “It says it right there on the goddamned can.”

“You know I don’t like to read nutrition labels. All they do is make you self-conscious. Anyways, they take everything out-of-context. I mean, what about the rest of my diet? I think I eat pretty well. So I like to treat myself every once and awhile. Is that so wrong?” Tiffany took another long swig, her fingers idly drumming on her swollen crotch.

Cara gestured indignantly at the can. “Tiff, it’s in plain fucking English in huge white letters." 

Tiffany sighed, taking a quick swig before tilting the can to the side and reading the large, blocky text to herself.

Warning: this product causes women to grow large penises. Drink ONLY if you are a woman who wishes to be the proud owner of the kind of massive cock that would make the most gifted of prize stallions faint with jealousy.

"So, what’s your point?” Tiffany grunted in frustration as she reached into her pants to re-adjust their compressed contents.

“Are you saying you want to grow a penis?”

“I’m saying that I want to enjoy my favorite drink without you getting all judgy.”

“Tiff, you aren’t thinking about the bigger pecker–um, picture. I mean, look at it, it’s going to burst right through your pants practically any minute, and it’s still growing!” Cara was nothing if not observant. Since entering the room, Tiffany’s package had swelled dramatically larger, and both girls now watched as the outline of Tiffany’s massive tool slowly, but steadily stretched longer and thicker, extending nearly to the edge of her hip.

“Okay, Cara. You do have a point there.” Tiffany abruptly grabbed the edges of both her pants and panties and yanked them down, letting her penis flop downwards, where it audibly smacked against her thighs, the tip only inches from her knees. Cara half-gasped, half-screamed in response, but couldn’t manage to tear her eyes away. “There, you happy?” Tiffany asked, before taking another sip.

Cara’s eyes were so wide she thought they might rupture. “Oh, God. Tiff, that’s…that's…”

“—a hell of a relief, I gotta say. I may have to get some bigger yoga pants, or at least, stretchier ones. Am I right?” She let out a resonant belch, before giggling and taking another long swig to finish the can, which she shook before pouting her bottom lip. “Well, I hope you’re happy now. It’s all gone now and none of us gets any.”

“I don't—and will never—want any.”

“Good. More for me!”

“I mean I don’t want to end up looking like you, five-foot-two and barely a hundred pounds with a foot-long penis almost as thick as my arm.”

“God, Cara, you just are so set on the idea that you won’t enjoy it. Some people have different tastes than you.”

“Tiff, I don’t want a dick!”

“I’m talking about the soda! Geez!” Tiffany plopped down in her desk chair, legs spread eagle to make room for her immense appendage. “Why do you always have to get so worked up about other people’s business? Remember how you wouldn’t shut up about me dating—” Tiffany grunted with agitation, before reaching under herself and tugging until she was no longer sitting on her kiwi-sized balls. “—Jason Warwick? You would not shut up about him!”

“I thought you two were a bad match, and then he cheated on you, and we saw that I was right. But, why are we even comparing you dating a sleazy jerk to you drinking a soda that is literally making you grow a penis?”

“I had already broken up with him just like I’ve already grown this thing,” Tiffany said gesturing downward. “It happened and it’s done, in the past. Why bring it up now?”

“But you could at least, you know, not let it get any bigger.”

“Yeah, but then I’d have to stop drinking Futacola.” As Tiffany spoke, her tool stretching longer, as it swung pendulously from the chair below her. “Seriously, though I’m going to need to re-think my wardrobe. Look! It’s almost as thick as the can!” Tiffany placed the empty can next to her penis, demonstrating their similar girth. With a satisfied smirk, she looked up at Cara who only gawked back at her in utter shock. Right before her eyes, Tiffany’s penis plumped visibly, now handily outsizing the girth of the can.

“How is it even still growing?” Cara croaked, barely managing to speak through her shock. “You’re done drinking!”

“It takes a little bit for it to run it’s…oh God, this is a big one!” Tiffany’s gripped the sides of the chair and whooped loudly as her penis experienced one final burst of growth. It snaked down the chair, growing steadily longer. “Oh!” she chimed, as the tip of its head touched the carpet. A chill ran her back at the sensation of and more of her lengthy member resting on the ground.

“Ha! Look at it, Cara!” Tiffany exclaimed, giving it a shake like a thick rope. “This thing is going to cause me nothing but trouble. I bet I have the hugest cock in the dorm. Heck, it’s probably the biggest in the school.”

“By at least a foot,” Cara said, still agog.

“…or two!” Tiffany said, running her hands along the broad shaft, cooing as it gradually began curving upwards. She could almost feel the blood rushing into it, making her nearly light-headed with arousal. Despite its size, her dick managed to straighten upwards, until it bowed away from her body. Both girls eyes remained glued to the bulbous head as it reached Tiffany’s eye level, climbing higher until it stopped just above her hairline. Tiffany squealed with delight and embraced her three-foot penis, before stopping suddenly and glaring accusedly at her mesmerized roommate.

“Are you staring?” God. You want to have sex with me! Cara, we’re roommates! We can’t just start doing each other!“

Shocked out of her trance, Cara waved her hands dismissively. "No, NO! Tiff, I do not want to have sex with you. Not that I even could. You’d split me in half!”

Tiffany tapped her lips thoughtfully. “Well, now that you mention it, we could always try—”

“No, thank you.”

“Well keep your eyes to yourself then,” Tiffany said, still absent-mindedly stroking her cock. “You’re totally making me uncomfortable.”

“Tiff you’re a girl with a dick the size of a baseball bat. How could you expect me—or anyone for that matter—not to look at it?”

“Really? You’re actually playing the 'asking for it’ card?”

Cara held her hands up and gathered herself. “Look Tiff, I’ll say this once more, and I’ll have said my peace. That soda you drink caused you to grow a penis that is huge beyond all reason or practicality. I’m asking you—as your roommate and friend—to please stop drinking it so we don’t have to buy a third bed for your colossal lady-schlong.”

Tiffany seemed to consider Cara’s request before nodding and dropping the can into a bin next to her desk. “Fine, Cara. If you’re going to be such a stick-in-the-mud. This is my last can…today.” Tiffany stood up suddenly, her erection thumping against the closet door. She pulled it to her chest and rested her forehead against it. Smiling serenely, she gave it a small, tender kiss. "Right now, me and my new friend here are going to take a nice, long shower.”

“Just clean the shower when you’re done.”

“I always do,” Tiffany said, stepping into the bathroom, before peeking back out and adding, “And, by the way, you are such a hypocrite.”

Cara waited until she heard the shower before shutting her textbook and pulling it down from atop her breasts, which covered nearly the entire surface of the desk in front of her. She rubbed the tops of them with her hands, admiring the vast expanse of undulating flesh before her. Gulping the last of her favorite “Oppai Tea,” she placed the teacup on a nearby she shelf and moaned with pleasure as her breasts engorged with even more mass, rising higher and eliciting a crack from cheap, plywood desk. Scooping her hands underneath her mammoth breasts, she pulled herself to her feet with some effort, feeling a slight twinge in her back. Gazing thoughtfully into her seemingly endless cleavage, a naughty smirk appeared on Cara’s face. She headed towards the bathroom.

Catherine animation complete.

Story Contains Sex, light bondage, futa, muscle growth, height growth. Features original characters created by GenYun _____________________________________________________

Follow the path of least resistance.

I’m cute and skinny enough to skate by. I’m aware of my privilege, but it doesn’t bother me. I drink. I party. I have regular one-night stands. I follow every superficial impulse.

When I’m not hungover, I’m half-assing my way through an English major. Not that my grades are poor. I’m smart, but I give only enough effort to skate by. Case in point: I discovered early on it was more cost-effective to spend five hours writing five mediocre papers at $100 each than spend an hour and a half on my own work for nothing.

It was the sort of lifestyle that I dove into full-bore to keep me distracted from my…darker urges.

Dark urges? You ask. What, like, murder? Witchcraft? Satanism?

Okay, one: chances are you don’t even know the first thing about Wicca or Satanism. Two: Even if you did, I’m neither of those things. Three: I haven’t killed anyone, just in case you were thinking I was holding out on that one for some big reveal. That said, I’ve looked at some dark, fucked-up shit. I keep waiting to be horrified. Instead, it arouses my curiosity or makes me curiously aroused.

I regularly spend the last couple hours of my day looking at porn. It starts out innocent enough: erotic art, videos, racy pictures. Before I know it I’m watching graphic CGI videos featuring tentacles, chicks with living dicks, dismemberment, triple-penetration, and blood. LOTS of blood. To be honest, I don’t know how deep the rabbit hole goes. I’ve typically got myself off by the time we get to triple-penetration tentacle demon hentai, but I know that’s barely scratching the surface.

More and more, as of late, I push it. I’ve tried different toys, but none had the…versatility. Even my most adventurous partners—male and female—lacked the willingness, skill, and equipment to satisfy my desires. In the meantime, I’m getting my rocks off on any and every drunk college town lame-o who’s willing or rarin’ to get with a pale, redhead with a decent bod.

That was, of course, before Sam.

I’d written a paper for a sorority sister for eighty bucks. I didn’t know the market value for plagiarized work, but the paper took me two hours and she’d probably get a C. I wanted to charge more for making me walk all the way over there, but, though she probably came from money, I was unlikely to get more than a $10 tip, if I was lucky. I knocked and no one responded to the door so I snuck in the back basement entrance, which was unlocked as a ‘secret’ entrance for those in the know. I’d attended enough parties there to know.

I descended the stairs, noticing an unusual stillness in the air—highly unusual for 9:45 AM at the Beta House. Even if they’d thrown a wild party the night before, someone should be up and about by this time. As I reached the bottom, I picked up on what sounded like a mix of moaning and…weeping? In retrospect, the right thing to do probably would have been to turn around and get help, but something drew me in.

Entering the finished basement, I came across a pale, black-haired woman in a business skirt, heels, and a white blouse. She scribbled idly on a notepad, humming 'Don’t Stop’ by Fleetwood Mac. Nearby on the folded down futon, Lydia and her sorority sister Claudia, face-down on the pool table facing each other with their legs and wrists bound behind them and a ball gag in each of their mouths. A rush of excitement was quickly squelched by my effort to take in the details of the scene. Assuming this doesn’t end with my own murder, I may need to report this to someone.

…or recall it. For my own reasons.

The pale woman looked up as if she smelled something, then gave me a curious look. I’m not sure what expression was on my face, so I did my best to mimic hers.

“Hello,” she said, her voice low, but pleasant.

“Hi. I’m here for Lydia.” I nodded toward the futon.

The woman raised her eyebrows and looked down at Lydia, who continued weeping in her bounds. “This is Lydia, I think. Are they your friends?”

Lydia screeched at me through her gag, but I paid her no mind.

“No. She just owes me eighty bucks for a lit paper. I’m here to pick it up.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Were they like this when you got here?”

“Sam,” the woman said, extending her hand.

“Jessica,” I replied. “So…are you busy? Should I come back later?”

“Oh, it’s no problem. I’m not in a hurry. They summoned me, so I assumed they were game for a little play time. They have thus far been…disappointing in their willingness to play. While I could punish them for leaving me unsatisfied, it was an innocent enough mistake. They’re pure souls. Posers, but pure souls.” Lydia sobbed pathetically into her gag, and Sam gave her a swat on the rear. “Oh come on. I’ve haven’t even done anything to you yet.”

“What kind of play?”

“Oh, the usual. Futanari, double-penetration, some tentacle stuff if I’m feeling inspired. Nothing fancy.”

I swallowed, my mouth and panties already wet. “Can I…watch?”

“I dunno, are you going to snitch?”

“Would you punish me if I did?” I blurted.

Sam smiled again. “There’s something about you I like. Have you ever considered sexual punishment for crimes committed?”

“Have you been reading my browser history?”

Sam grinned naughtily. “Sounds like I should.” She took a deep breath, pressing her chest against her blouse. Initially, I thought she’d only arched her back, but in fact, her breasts began to swell against her blouse until her top two buttons popped off. Her pale skin grew flush but continued darkening until it was a rich red. Fangs extended from the corners of her mouth and her skirt pitched upwards conspicuously. She looked up to gauge my reaction, but I was struggling to remove my jeans, underwear, and shoes all at the same time. I didn’t know what Sam was, but I ready to submit myself to her whims.

…of course, I still had a job to finish. I had eighty bucks on the line after all.

“Do you mind if I multitask? This paper is due at noon.”

Sam shrugged. “No problem. I’ve mixed work and pleasure before too.“

I unpacked my laptop and approached Lydia and Claudia. Seeing that Claudia had wider hips, I set my computer on her lower back and rested my elbows on her butt. Pants-less, I bent over presenting myself for Sam, who had waited patiently, and fully erect while I got settled. I turned around and gave her the thumbs up to get started, before setting to work. I glanced at Lydia, who had tears in her eyes.

"Okay, so I have my citations saved. Do you need a works cited page?”

Lydia moaned into her gag.

“I’m trying to make this as easy as I can. Nod yes or no. Are we doing—NNNGH!—MLA style?”

Lydia shook her head 'no’. I tried to keep my cool while being probed by the thickest, lengthiest dick I’d ever had the pleasure of welcoming into my sopping vulva. Sam wasn’t wasting any time.

“So, Chicago Style?”

Lydia nodded, and I took a breath as Sam slowly drew back out of me. I felt every square inch, up to the bulbous tip that stopped just short of escape. I smiled, anticipating the second push.

“Chicago or Turabian?” I managed to squeak out while Sam drilled me again, penetrating deeper than I thought possible. I wiped the drool from my face and keyboard.

“Is Turabian still a thing?” Sam said, her member slithering in and out of my body as if it by independent volition.“

"In two—OH GOD—two-hundred level courses mostly. Once you're—OHHHHH FUCK—into upper-division, you should be using the Chicago Manual. Turabian is primarily for student writers,” I said. “You may as well use Chicago.”

“Huh, good to know,” Sam said.

“Now, go ahead and slow down a bit. I need to finish this formatting.”

Sam slowed to a gentler, rocking motion. It was enough I was still riding cloud nine, but not so much I couldn’t finish my work. I was sopping wet—God, was I going to be dehydrated after this. In another couple minutes, I gave the document a once-over, slapped my laptop screen shut, and rested my forehead on the cool metal. Wrapping my arms around Claudia’s broad hips, I squeezed her tightly while riding Sam’s shaft.

“Any requests?”

“Deeper would be nice, I mean, if you’re taking requests.”

“Your wish is my command,” Sam said, glee apparent in her voice. She moaned softly and I felt the sublime sensation of her cock plumping inside me, stretching me longer and wider.

“Oh shit, this…this is incredible.”

“Yeah?” Sam said eagerly. Her relaxing in me before suddenly, abruptly swelling wider again. I cried out, digging my nails further into Claudia who grunted her displeasure. I flicked her nipple to keep her in line and continued the beautiful ride that was Sam’s giant-size demon dick. A second orgasm rocked me so hard, I saw stars. I cried from sheer happiness.

“Good?” Sam asked from behind me.

I nodded and laughed, before shoving my laptop aside and onto the table.

“Claudia, Don’t let that fall!”

“How, ya’ doin? Ready to kick this ride up a notch?” Sam asked again, her voice lower, more gravelly.

“Oh—oh, god yes,” I said, my thoughts scrambled from the pure sensation.

Sam began working me with gusto, each thrust growing increasingly harder and deeper. I yelped, bearing down forward into Claudia who voiced her displeasure. Having had enough of her complaints, I shoved her off the table and leaned forward onto my elbows. Across from me, Lydia stared at me with fear and wonder. I liked it, and I winked at her, right before Sam took my hair, jerked my head back, and drove herself in to the hilt.

Pleasure hit me in waves, increasing in frequency and intensity until they began to overlap one another. I screamed as pleasure burst from my any and every way it could. My vision went white, and the ensuing orgasm momentarily shattered perception of time and space. I don’t know if I climaxed for eight seconds or eight minutes, but for however long the moment was, everything inside me was right.

Slowly, I regained my senses. Lydia wept pathetically in front of me, while Claudia moaned from the ground. My legs tingled and shook, indicating I wouldn’t be walking anywhere any time soon. I heard a heavy breathing behind me, and I let myself slide to the ground. Rolling over onto my back, I gazed up at the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.

Feeding on my sexual energy had empowered Sam beyond anything she’d experienced before. She had shredded her clothing, having grown several inches taller and packed on at least a dozen pounds of muscle. Her formerly soft body was now tightly sculpted. Sharp claws adorned her hands, and her skin glowed a vibrant crimson. She let out a joyful, triumphant laugh.

“I’ve never, ever felt this powerful before,” she said, her rich voice booming in the small room. “You, are something special.”

“So, you gonna’ keep me as your sex battery?” I said.

“I’ll keep an eye on you. Unfortunately…now is not the time for us.”

“Oh, no you don’t,” I said, indignant. “So you want me to be your girlfriend, but you don’t think I’m ready to jump from college coed to succubus sidepiece? Well, I’m here to tell you that having your growing dick probing me was the best ten minutes of my life, and I intend to top them. You seem nice, you’re gorgeous, and you’re by far the closest anyone has come to satisfying me sexually. Hell, do you have high-speed internet?”

“Of course.”