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Futa Note

By: sexgundam666



Author's Note: Just to let everyone know, this is a kind of parody of the Death Note franchise, but only in some ways. A word of warning: this contains the following; Futanari, Massive Penis Sizes (upwards of two feet in length), Extreme Cum Inflation, and Mild Corruption)

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Carmen Robins, 8 years old, sighed once again. Her primary school teacher was droning on and on, her tone monotone and clearly without care for her class, since Carmen's fellow students passed notes, giggled, gossiped about people behind their backs. Carmen was from a poor family, her father having been the main breadwinner before he died six years ago, which was fortunate since Carmen hardly remembered him, making the loss far less painful, however it the same was far from true with her mother. Her thoughts turned to her only parent, concerned for her.

Carmen didn't look forward to the end of the school day. Her mother was employed, however it was a simple job in a convenience store. Naturally the job didn't pay very well, as such Carmen did her part, working part time everyday after school, even so they could barely afford to pay the bills every month. This primary school, Saint Puella Public School for Girls, was originally meant to be a prestigious academy, only free for any and all students to enter, however it became a dumping ground for rich girls whose parents couldn't care less about what they did. Despite what she was surrounded with, Carmen maintained a high grade point average, almost bordering on a prodigy.

Despite this, she kept a low profile. She stuck to herself most of the time, interacting only when needed to, and speaking out in defence whenever one of the insufferable students tried pick on her. Carmen noticed a glare from across the room and looked away, already plotting how to get away from the other girl, looking out of the window to map out her route. As she looked outside, Carmen saw something far beyond what was considered normal; a notebook... falling from the sky. She furrowed her brow in confusion, but decided to take a look when the bell rang.

The sun was low, a sure sign of winter's approach. Carmen walked across the path of her school, heading in the direction of where she assumed the book had landed, which was confirmed upon seeing it laying in the grass. She walked over to it and crouched down picking it up, examining the strangely smooth cover, despite it having falling from hundreds of feet in the air, unless Carmen had imagined that and someone had simply put it there. She saw the title, written in an off white colour, like an old cream that was going bad, and almost burst out in laughter: Futa Note. Carmen, while from a poor family, had access to the internet through some underhanded means, and she had found herself in the dark side of the web on more than one occasion.

"A notebook of futanari, huh?" She muttered aloud, chuckling under her breath. She opened it to the middle, assuming to find illustrations of various hermaphrodites, possibly a few 'factual' articles about them. However, she was surprised to find that every page was blank, with the exception of a few black pages at the start, with writing on them using the same off white colour. There, she saw a list under the title 'Rules of the Futa Note'. Despite assuming it to be a prank, Carmen still looked at the first supposed rule: Whose name is written in this notebook will become a futanari. She raised an eyebrow at this, before putting it back down.

"What the hell's wrong with some people?" She asked herself as she headed to the school gates, however something gnawed at the back of her mind. I must be going out of my mind, she thought and went back, picking the notebook up and putting it into her bag. Honestly, who would want to be a futanari, she questioned her own mind, thinking of her own unnatural endowment, trapped within her panties, almost uncomfortably so. As she walked back to her home, successfully avoiding the girl from the classroom, Carmen read the other rules. So I can change a person's endowments, to whatever I wish? She thought in amusement.

In her private excursions within the internet, Carmen had read many a story about futanari. In nearly every last one of them, the main character was endowed with a cock at least twelve inches long and balls as big as fists. She didn't envy them, or she wouldn't admit that she did. Carmen had kept to herself throughout most of her life, primarily due to her male organ, although it was barely average sized and easily hidden, with the exception of her testicles, which were bordering on the size of oranges. As their size indicated, Carmen's orgasm far exceeded any man's by several hundred millilitres, not only that but her refractory period was a single minute on a slow day. Her mother was aware of this and always made sure to set aside a bucket for Carmen.

While any other family would view this as odd, especially if they of Carmen's additional equipment, to them it was as normal it came. Thankfully, Carmen was restrained and kept her masturbation sessions to a few times a week. She would happily only do it once a week, however on the one occasion she had been unable to masturbate for a full seven days, her balls had actually inflated, reaching the size of cantaloupes until she came, the orgasms requiring immediate replacement of her bucket several times over. Carmen had been surprised by this, considering the fact that the buckets were several times the size of her balls, and yet they had been filled repeatedly with every orgasm. She had come to the assumption that her body somehow condensed the fluid, or her prostrate was so active she produced cum faster than she could expel it.

Carmen opened the door to her family's small apartment. It was cramped, being only just big enough for her younger sister, Melody, their mother and of course, Carmen herself. She didn't have work that day, having worked over the weekend to get a couple of days off, and in perfect timing, since she wasn't sure she would be able to focus. She greeted her sister, the young launching into an excited exposition of what she had done at school. Carmen listened as she went to the small kitchen, grabbing the orange juice and pouring a glass, smiling as she did so. Melody could be annoying, but most of the time she brought a smile to Carmen's face, mostly because she was always a bundle of positive energy. Surprising considering most kids were brats at the age of eight.

"Hey, Melody. Do you mind if I study alone? I've got a test coming up, so I really need to buckle down." She lied, though to Melody the words sounded perfectly genuine.

"Sure. But when you're done, will you come and play? Mrs. Pepper misses you." Melody asked, clearly already planning what she was going to submit Carmen to. The eight year old grinned and nodded, sending Melody on her way, while Carmen went to her own room. Once there she turned on the light, the sun having set not long before she got home. She sat at her desk, one her mother had bought second hand, and it showed. The wood was chipping all over and there were scribbles all over the surface from various kids, though Melody had added her own here and there. Carmen pulled out the futa note and continued her examination of it.

"So if I wrote someone's name in this thing, they'd turn into a futanari like me?" Carmen had long since developed a habit of talking to herself in private, since she had very few people she could talk to, with the exception of Melody. Carmen looked through the rules again, taking mental notes of the power she supposedly now possessed with this in her hands, "Yeah right." She dismissed it, "Probably just a prank, an elaborate one I'll give them that." With that she slid it into the trash bin beside her desk and went to her bed, laying on it and resting her eyes.

As she laid there however, the notebook kept coming to mind. Not just the notebook, but what it could do. Carmen had been afraid to get close to anyone, whether it be as friends or something more, all because of her deformity, though her mother was adamant that she was still beautiful no matter what. Carmen dismissed the notion, thinking back on how she looked and knowing she was mostly average in that department. Her dark blonde hair curled naturally, but often not in the desired fashion, becoming tangled easily if it grew too long, as such Carmen kept the length to her shoulders or shorter. Her nose was slightly too large, though not distractingly so. Above it her sky blue eyes were bright with obvious knowledge, framed by thin lashes. Her mouth was easily her best facial feature, with her full lips and naturally glossy look. Fortunately her skin was mostly clear of acne, but it was still there.

Her body was an average height of five foot eight, with a slender figure. Her breasts were B cups bordering on C cups, while her waist was only slightly slimmer than the rest of her torso, barely accentuating her hips, though even if she had a Barbie doll's waist, it wouldn't help. Her butt had only the slightest amount of padding to it, though it was shaped well. Carmen did have nice legs, even she didn't deny herself that. She made a point of walking everywhere, though mostly because it was free, as such her legs were toned. Carmen was also thankful that her body lacked any hair, leaving her lightly tanned skin bare. To Carmen, she was far from ugly, but also miles away from societies notion of beauty.

Her mind went back to the notebook. She recalled a rule that gave her complete freedom over the transformations, so long as she wrote what she wanted within six minutes and forty seconds. An odd number, she thought, but then again nothing about this was normal. Carmen was almost tempted to test it on herself, however she wasn't sure if the effects were reversible, assuming the book worked. The day was Tuesday, meaning she had three more days of school as well, rumours would spread like wildfire if she turned up with the figure a pornstar would be jealous of. If I ever do use it on myself, her mind began, then I need to know what else it can do.

Almost as if she were in a dream, Carmen lifted the book from her trash bag. She opened the first page and thought of who would be a fitting test subject, her mind running through every girl in her year, since she was more likely to see them. As she pondered her first victim, Carmen went over the rules once again, finding that the specifications of the transformation were very brief and generalised; could she control their thought process through this as well? She came to a conclusion on her victim; a rich girl called Dakota Weiss. She was one of the most popular girls in school, and in the top ten richest at that.

As Carmen was about to put pen to paper, she hesitated. Was she really going to do this? The notebook was probably a fake, but if it wasn't, did she really have the right to do this to another human, admittedly one that didn't seem likely to benefit society in any way conceivable, but still a human being. Carmen shook her head and decided that the notebook was definitely a prank, she was just doing as a way to vent out some rage. With those thoughts in mind, she began writing, speaking her words as she did so.

"Dakota Weiss. Dick size; fourteen inches, girth; eight inches," Carmen knew it would look strange, but again, she was certain this was all a prank, "Cum production; fifty litres, ball size; nine inches in diameter. Further specifications: her cock will have thick vines, each as big as her fingers. She will have two separate prostrates in the usual place, both will be twice as big and productive than normal. She will transfer all the money in her bank account to Alicia Robins'. She will be afraid and embarrassed by the new growth, but will still go to school. When she sees Carmen Robins show her the middle finger, she will go to the restroom and wait. The next time she sees Carmen Robins she will strip off all of her clothes and obey any instructions Carmen gives her. When Carmen leaves she will remember nothing and redress. Dakota will not question what has happened after that."

Carmen was almost tempted to laugh. Why was she playing along with such a stupid joke? Although, it felt good to write something like this down, hell, it might spontaneously come true. Carmen closed the notebook and went to play with her sister, a part of her feeling satisfied, while another was eager for tomorrow to come. She played with Melody until the young girl was clearly about to pass out, as such Carmen tucked her in and put away the various toys strewn about. Their mother, Alicia, was adamant about giving Melody a happy childhood, even if it meant she had to play with hand downs or second hand toys. Carmen supported this, since Melody was easily the most positive member of the family, immediate or otherwise.

The next morning, Carmen walked through the primary school gates. She kept her eyes open for Dakota, (a cute 7 year old girl she had to admit), knowing the girl would be in seclusion for fear of being discovered. Carmen spotted fairly easily, seeing the girl sitting on the steps leading into the main building. She was wearing loose pants, easily several sizes too big for her, the hems rolled up while a belt kept from falling. She was trembling, clearly paranoid about someone seeing her new growth. Carmen was surprised by this, having most expected the book to have been a prank, but... no, she thought, and decided she needed one last test. Walking beside the lone girl, Carmen gave her the middle finger then, almost as if Carmen were a master hypnotist, Dakota's eyes went wide and she stood, heading into the building. Carmen followed and saw the girl going to the restrooms.

"There's no fucking way." She whispered to herself. The bell was several minutes away from ringing, as such Carmen followed Dakota, joining her in the restroom. She saw the stall at the end closing and made her way to it, opening the door and seeing Dakota sitting on the toilet, her legs spread apart for comfort while her hands hung at her sides. The popular girl's eyes saw Carmen and she began to move, almost as if she were a robot, systematically removing her clothing. First the shirt, then her bra, revealing her D cups to Carmen who unconsciously licked her lips at the sight. Dakota stood and undid the belt, letting her pants fall to the floor.

Carmen almost jumped in surprise. Bulging very clearly through Dakota's panties, was a cock that outmatched her erection, and it was flaccid. Beneath it were her balls, so large that they couldn't be contained by the mismatched underwear. Dakota then pulled them down, letting her massive cock sway free.

"It works... it actually works." Carmen gasped in surprise, she remembered what she had also written in the notebook, "Sit down on the toilet." She ordered. Dakota did as she was told without question, her face remained expressionless, though Carmen assumed this to be the Futa Note's doing. Speaking of which, she thought and opened her bag, pulling out the note book, now was the time for another test. She repeated the earlier entry, but altered Dakota's cock size to three feet in length, adding that her body would be able to supply the blood needed without issue. Forty seconds later, Dakota let out a silent gasp of obvious pleasure, as her cock grew erect, reaching the previously entered fourteen inches, only to keep growing from there. Carmen stepped away in pleasured surprise, a smile spreading across her face.

She erased the new entry and watched as the cock shrunk back down forty seconds later. I can change anyone as I see fit, then change them again, she thought excitedly. Carmen was about to erase the first entry, however she looked at Dakota, whose face was flushed, her mouth slightly open and her eyes filled with lust, however she didn't act upon it.

"I didn't write that she would wait for me to order her, however that was a mistake on my part. So, the notebook works on logic as well, or perhaps it senses the intent of the user and corrects the entry accordingly?" Carmen shrugged and left. Dakota would animate as soon as she was out of sight, however, considering the obvious state of arousal she was in, Carmen doubted the girl would be going anywhere in the immediate future.

The natural born futanari couldn't help but look around her classroom. Every girl she let her gaze fall upon became a prospective victim in her eyes, her mind conjuring their naked bodies with foot long dicks and balls the size of oranges, cumming with every little stroke. Carmen shook the thoughts from her mind, feeling her own dick growing erect, creating a small, but still visible bulge in her pants. Using all of her control, she forced all erotic thoughts from her mind, sighing as her penis returned to its flaccid state. In an effort to avoid any further erections, at least until she was home and able to masturbate in private, Carmen looked out of the window, thinking that she had been doing the same thing when she first saw the notebook. Like before, she saw something far from normal.

Her eyes went wide as a shadowy figure actually flew past the window. Carmen looked around, trying to determine if it had been her imagination, or if others had seen it. By the way her classmates continued to chat, it was her imagination, at least until she looked out again and saw the figure fly by, a feather trailing behind it. Through an unseen force, the window opened and the feather blew into the room, landing on Carmen's desk. Someone whined about how bad the windows were and closed it. They definitely didn't see anything, not even this feather, Carmen thought as she picked it up.

It was black. Not an ordinary black, one so dark and deep that it almost seemed to draw in the light around it, as if using the illumination to fuel its own darkness. It was massive as well, easily as long as Carmen's forearm, and as wide as her biceps, though that wasn't saying much considering her slender figure. Her mind turned to what may possess such a feather, thoughts of angels and their fallen brethren coming to mind. Perhaps Lucifer has come to claim me, she thought jokingly. Another idea came to mind, remembering the word Shinigami, which meant God of Death. Her eyes widened and she felt a chill run down her spine.

Carmen took a deep breath and relaxed. It was nonsense, an angel or god of death wouldn't have any need to be here, nor should it have need to target her. As far as Carmen knew, she was as healthy as any teenager could be, at least without being a health nut. It was probably just a big crow or something, she thought and tried to focus on her classes, anything to keep her mind from such absurdities. Of course, the lesson only went so far, as she was bored of the teacher repeating a previous lecture from less than a week ago. Carmen found herself once again looking outside, ignoring both her own thoughts and the noise of the classroom. She didn't see any shadows to her relief.

Later that day, Carmen was home and sitting at her desk. The Futa Note was open before her, the first page still containing the first ever entry. Her mind went back to Dakota, wondering if she got into trouble or how she was liking her new dick. Carmen glanced down at herself, having stripped off her pants and simply wore her panties, the shape of her dick obvious through the soft material, while her oversized balls struggled to escape the prison. She recalled Dakota once more, particularly her face, how it had been red with ecstasy and how her eyes, while unfocused due to the book's power, blazed with lust. Carmen felt her cock stiffen as she imagined how good it have felt just to simply exist like that.

"Well, well. A futanari found the Futa Note, eh?" Said a voice, one Carmen didn't recognise. Not only that but it sent a shiver down her body, though not one of terror, but of arousal. The voice, whoever it belonged to, was dripping with desire. Carmen felt her panties stretch tightly against her genitals as her cock reached its full six inches. Ignoring it, Carmen turned to see who it was and nearly came, while also jumping back in fright, "What? Never seen a God before?"


Futa Note Ch. 02



Author's Note: A word of warning: this contains the following; Futanari, Massive Penis Sizes (upwards of two feet in length), Extreme Cum Inflation, and Mild Corruption). Also, please be sure to have read the first chapter before this.

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Carmen sat upright in an instant, panting.

"That was a weird dream." She muttered, raising a hand to wipe the sleep from her eyes. As she did so however, she felt something wet on her hand. Frowning, Carmen opened her eyes and looked at it, seeing it was covered in cum. She gave a small groan, thinking she had been jacking off in her sleep, until she shifted her legs, finding her clothes, sheets and duvet were drenched. Naturally confused, Carmen was about to throw off the covers.

"How did you sleep?" Asked a husky voice, familiar from her dream. The confused girl turned and saw Ryuuka hanging from the ceiling, almost like a monkey. Even in her confusion, Carmen's eyes were quickly drawn to the massive, flaccid cock between the Seikogami's thighs. Taking control, she looked away, keeping her gaze well away from the god.

"This is real." She stated, though Ryuuka answered anyway.

"Yep, and I gotta say. You used the notebook pretty well." She commented, dropping down and landing softly, her cock lightly grazing the floor. Carmen's eyes widened at the mention of the Futa Note, her mind flashing back to the dream. Worried, she pulled the covers away, revealing her completely naked body, and the nearly obscene member between her legs. It was flaccid, thankfully, however it was still far larger than anything she was used to. Looking at it, she was certain it was at least ten inches in its current state.

"It's true... all of it." She gasped and frantically looked for the notebook, finding it by her side, though remarkably free of any cum. Not even a drop had touched its cover. She quickly grabbed it and opened it to the page with her transformation on it, reading through it in horror, "Oh god..."

"Yes?" Ryuuka playfully answered and chuckled to herself, but Carmen paid her no mind. She reached out and found a rubbed, immediately trying to remove the text about herself, but nothing worked. Desperate, Carmen tried to pull the page out, but it wouldn't budge. Moving to her last resort, she pulled out a lighter from beneath her bed, left there by her mother some time ago, "That won't work." The Seikogami teased, but the human tried it nonetheless, flicking the switch. The flame appeared as normal, but the paper didn't burn at all. The flame just dissipated when it would try and touch the book.

Carmen dropped the lighter in defeat and threw the notebook onto the floor.

"I'm stuck with this massive thing." She lamented, staring down at her cock. If there was any silver lining to this, her breasts were a great deal larger, actually giving her quite the bust.

"Yep, though it's still on the small side if you ask me." Ryuuka commented, sitting on Carmen's desk chair and lounging back on it. The futa looked at the god, remembering the ruling in the notebook.

"Ryuuka, can you change me back, please?" She asked, attempting to use the most endearing tone she could muster. Ryuuka simply cackled, throwing her head back. The sound was both chilling and arousing, "What? Will you or won't you?!"

"Of course not, sweetie. Why would I reverse such a positive change?" She answered, still chuckling to herself. Carmen stood and was about to physically threaten the god, uncaring that she was an immortal being. She was stopped however, by a sudden knocking on her door, the voice of her mother soon following.

"Carmen? I'm coming in." The futa was back under the covers immediately, pulling them up to her chin. Alicia walked in, just as Carmen settled, "Good, you're awake. Come on, get up." She said abruptly, picking some of Carmen's discarded clothes.

"What?" The hiding girl groaned, "Why?"

"We're going out to dinner to celebrate our new wealth." She said, her tone excited and exasperated as well. Her daughter was certain she had been trying to figure it out, how they had come into so much money, though trying not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Carmen gave a small groan.

"Really, mum?" She asked, trying not to sound ungrateful, only sick. Alicia wasn't taking any of it however, and walked up to her oldest child.

"Yes, now get up. Melody is waiting." Carmen gave another groan, leading to her mother reaching out to grab the sheets.

"Mummy! My laces came undone!" Came the voice of Carmen's saviour, Melody. Alicia looked at her eldest, before sighing.

"Coming, sweetie! Get up, we're going in five minutes." She said in parting and left the room. Carmen breathed a sigh of relief and sat up, throwing the covers away and moved her legs over the side. It was far from an ideal time to go out in public, however she didn't have much of a choice. Her mother was stubborn on the best of days, but when she was excited or disturbed by something, Carmen was sure she'd have an easier time breaking a brick with her pinkie finger. Ryuuka chuckled.

"Your mum's got a nice ass, Carmen." She said, her cock giving a little twitch in longing. Carmen blushed and looked away, not wanting to admit that she had taken notice of her mother's 'assets' herself.

"Shut up, Ryuuka." She said and stood, heading to her small wardrobe. Looking at her meagre collection of clothes, she suddenly realised a new problem; how to explain her new bust size to her mother. She looked down at herself, the mounds almost like a pair of volleys on her chest, though they sagged enough to appear real. For a moment, Carmen found herself simply staring at them, taking in the perfect, tear drop shape and large nipples that capped them. A small, but noticeable, twitch from her cock brought her attention back to the issue at hand.

She picked up shirt after shirt. None were quite big enough to hide her new endowments, all them having been fairly tight even before her change. Fortunately, she had one, faded black shirt that was a few sizes too big prior. She pulled it on, but it only did so much, as such she also pulled on a baggy sweater, usually reserved for the winter. Thankfully, it mostly did the trick, keeping the bulge of her expanded bust to a minimum. The only remaining issue was her cock, however she only needed to maintain control.

Checking herself in the mirror, Carmen nodded and took a deep breath. As she left the room, she glanced back, eyes naturally falling on the Futa Note. She looked around, before sighing and walking forward, picking it up and putting it into a small backpack. As she went to open the door, she saw Ryuuka walking beside her.

"What're you doing?" She asked, turning to face the Seikogami, who tilted her head innocently.

"Joining you for dinner. You can't really expect me to stay here, can you?" She asked, though didn't wait for a response, simply floating through the door. Carmen sighed and resigned herself to her fate, opening the door and leaving her room. To her fortune, it was fairly cold outside, so her baggy sweater wasn't quite so out of place. The restaurant wasn't fancy as she had feared it to be, though it was fairly expensive. No, it was your typical family restaurant with a kids menu and all. Walking inside, Carmen was pleasantly surprised to find that they were one of the few families there.

As they were led to their table, by a nice young waiter she took note of another curious fact. The majority of the staff working there were women. She was easily able to rationalise it, thinking that most kids were more comfortable around grown women, rather than men. However, it also posed a rather serious issue to Carmen as she looked around. A great many of the waitresses were exceptionally good looking.

Not without effort, she managed to keep her eyes firmly on the table. That is, until their waitress came. Carmen was brought up to be as polite as possible, as such, when she ordered, she looked up and into the server's eyes. This proved to be a downfall on her part. The waitress, like the others, was like a fashion model come to life.

Her face was perfectly shaped. Round, but in a cute way, with a button nose and full, ruby red lips. Her eyes were on the large size, almost like a character from an anime, with warm green irises. They were framed by thick lashes as well, with a small amount of eyeliner applied. Looking past her slender neck, Carmen felt her cock give a slight twitch. The waitress was far from just a pretty face, with a body that would have far surpassed Carmen's before using the notebook, with what were undoubtedly DD cup breasts. Her slim waist flared out into voluptuous hips.

Her thighs were obscured by the table, but Carmen had no doubt they were equally delightful to the eye.

"Are you ready to order?" She asked. Her tone was polite as any servers would be, though Carmen swore she caught an undeniable hint of huskiness to it. Ryuuka chuckled behind them, eyeing the waitress as much as the futa was.

"Yes," Alicia answered, "From the kid's menu, we'll have the chicken nuggets and fries, with some salad on the side. For myself, I'll have the spaghetti bolognaise, and Carmen," She looked at her eldest daughter, who appeared stuck in her own little world, "What'll you have, dear?" She asked, lightly prodding her. Carmen jumped slightly, looking around like she had just woken up.

"Huh? Um, uh, what?" She asked, trying to readjust her thoughts to reality, rather than the waitress's body.

"What're you ordering, sweetie?" Her mother asked, frowning in worry. Perhaps she really should have stayed at home, she thought.

"Um, sorry... I'll have," You, she thought to herself, before shaking the idea loose, "I'll just have a large salad." She said and put her menu down, avoiding eye contact with her mother. Alicia continued to frown at her, but said nothing.

"Alright, and drinks?" The waitress inquired.

"I want a coke!" Melody all but shouted, excited since she was rarely allowed soda. The waitress smiled at her and wrote it down on her notepad.

"I'll have an iced tea, if you have them?" Alicia asked, to which the waitress nodded. She turned to Carmen.

"And you, sweet cheeks? The waitress asked, causing the futa girl to do a double take.

"Sorry?"

"What drink would you like?" The waitress asked again, frowning. Had the term used been Carmen's imagination? She shook the worries away, frowning internally.

"I'll just have a coke as well." She answered, hearing Ryuuka give a small chuckle. The waitress nodded and left.

"She's something, ain't she?" The god asked amused, no doubt able to read the desire in Carmen's eyes. The futa looked down, trying to focus on the nice floral pattern on the ground. Her cock was already slightly engorged with arousal, though fortunately it was still under control, but how long it would last was unknown. Eventually, the waitress came back with their drinks and, though Carmen couldn't say if it was her imagination or not, she appeared to wink at the futa girl, before leaving. Carmen didn't say anything about this, not sure if she believed it herself or not.

Ryuuka was completely blatant as she ogled the waitress. Carmen could practically feel it as the god's shaft twitched in desire, though whether the Seikogami was doing it on purpose was questionable. As the futa tried to enjoy her meal, she would often catch Ryuuka out of the corner of her eye, the inhuman cock a tiny bit larger each time. Though she would never admit it, Carmen's own phallus was beginning to strain her pants, particularly since the waitress checked in frequently. When they were having desert, Ryuuka leaned in and whispered into her ear.

"Wouldn't you like some action with that? I mean, just look at that big ass in those tight, revealing pants." She whispered, and, against her wishes, Carmen's eyes would wander to the waitress, "You know, I can sense a human's lust," Ryuuka continued, "She's been eying you up the entire evening." Carmen shuddered, her mind filling with undesired sexual thoughts.

"Are you okay, Carmen?" Alicia asked, concerned for her child.

"If you're not gonna eat your cake, I will." Melody added, eying Carmen's slice of luscious chocolate cake with obvious want, despite her own slice sitting half eaten on her plate.

"No way are you getting my cake. My cake, mine, mine, mine." She repeated playfully, grinning at her younger sister, who giggled at this. Alicia also seemed to relax, though she kept a worried eye on her. Carmen began eating, even as Ryuuka continued whispering in her ear. Was it Ryuuka? She never turned or looked to check. Maybe she was just going crazy after what happened?

"Can you imagine how wet she'll be when you show her what you're packing?" The god said, giving a small groan to accentuate the moan, "Or maybe you still feel inadequate around me? If you use the book again, to say... give yourself a five foot dick, then maybe you'll feel better." Carmen would never admit aloud, but the temptation was there. If she was a weak willed person, she no doubt would have used the book again by now, however she was able to resist. However, the notebook was in her mind now.

They eventually finished their desert. The waitress came back to clean up and ask how the meal was, and Carmen was finally able to see her name tag: Serena. The futa kept her eyes cast downward, not wanting to further her growing desire. Her mind went to the Futa Note, hidden in her bag, and her eyes travelled back to Serena. Carmen licked her lips as she imaged the waitress growing a cock as big as Ryuuka's, maybe a few other changes to go with it. She didn't know what the limits of the book was yet after all, she still needed to experiment a little more.

Carmen visibly tensed up. She couldn't get rid of the idea, now, it was rooted in her mind. Her eyes would no longer obey her, ogling Serena blatantly. The waitress noticed this and gave her a smile, winking as she picked up the plates. She glanced at the restrooms and mouthed to Carmen, when her mother and sister weren't looking, 'five minutes'. The futa nearly shook her head and replied 'no', but she simply nodded.

Serena smirked and walked back to the kitchen. Carmen knew she was aware of her eyes on her, since the waitress swayed her hips sensually with her stride.

"I'm just, um, gonna use the bathroom. That cake isn't sitting right." She said to her mother, giving herself an excuse for why she may be a while. Alicia nodded, smiling slightly.

"Okay, dear. Take your time." She said, assuming an upset stomach was the reason Carman had been acting odd that evening. Carmen guessed this to be her thought as well, and gave a small grin. If only she knew, she thought and stood, heading to the restroom. It was the kind where you can lock the door to the room itself, something Carmen was grateful for. She had no desire to be caught with her pants down by a stranger, or her family. 

But she was about to do something with a stranger. She'd never met Serena before, and knew nothing about her. Maybe she had an STD? Or was she looking for some form of affection because she was a closet lesbian? Or did she just want a quick and simple thrill? As Carmen thought about it more, she found she couldn't focus on any negative sides of it. Eventually, she began to come to her senses a little and moved to leave, but then the door opened, and in walked Serena. The futa felt her cock give a small twitch of longing.

The waitress was still in her uniform. A plain, black - tight - t-shirt, with a pair of skinny jeans that hugged her curves perfectly. Over it, she had an apron, though it was soon discarded and Carmen found that the shirt was a button-up. She gulped as Serena gave her a sensual grin, reaching behind herself to lock the door.

"I almost got worried there." She said as she strode confidently towards Carmen. Her hips swayed hypnotically with each step. The futa was silent, watching the waitress with wide eyes, "You didn't look interested, but here you are." Serena whispered seductively, now directly in front of Carmen, who said nothing. Her eyes tried to look anywhere but at the gorgeous waitress, however that was impossible, the girl's large chest drawing her gaze easily. Serena chuckled huskily at this.

"Want a better view?" She asked, but didn't wait for an answer. Instead she began to unbutton her shirt, moving slowly from the top. Carmen gulped as the first two buttons were undone, the third revealing the first glimpses of Serena's substantial cleavage. The futa's cock stirred at the beginnings of what promised to be a gorgeous view. As more and more breast flesh was revealed, Carmen found her hands twitching in longing.

Serena noticed this and laughed. She stopped removing the buttons halfway, leaving Carmen on the cusp of getting a full view of her bust.

"Would you like to do the honours?" The waitress asked and, before she could even formulate a response, Carmen's hands yanked at the shirt, popping several buttons off. Serena only giggled at this, amused by the futa girl's eagerness. With no buttons to hold it there, the waitress removed her shirt, giving Carmen a full view of her bra clad breasts. The eager futa quickly pulled her desire in close and kissed her on the lips.

Carmen had no idea why she was acting this way. Her body was moving on its own, hugging Serena tight, while keeping her hardening cock from being discovered. But the primary issue Carmen had with her actions, was her inability to find the will to stop. She tried to focus on how wrong this was, but each time she was about to stop, her lust took control and she pressed harder against the waitress. Eventually, her mind stopped fighting and settled into the desire coursing through her. 

Serena's lips had look full and inviting. Now, Carmen was able to confirm how delightful they were. They were soft, warm and incredible against hers, like a pair of pillows. The futa quickly pushed her tongue into the waitress's mouth, licking around and toying with the other girl's tongue. Both of them moaned into the other, hands exploring each other's backs now. Carmen quickly gripped Serena's ass in her hands, enjoying how soft, yet firm, the cheeks were. While the waitress held her hips, pulling her as close as possible.

Eventually, Serena pulled away from the kiss. She moved a hand to caress Carmen's cheek, before running it over her neck and sweater, pouting.

"You're a little overdressed, sweetie." She stated, Carmen instantly understanding and pulled her sweater and shirt off. She tossed them aside and looked at the waitress, eyes practically glistening in her lust. Serena didn't say a word at the sight of her breasts, simply taking them in. They were shaped marvellously, teardrops and capped by large, swollen areolae and nipples. She looked up at Carmen's eyes, silently saying 'someone's excited', but didn't speak it aloud. Instead she pulled the well-endowed girl close.

In a corner of Carmen's lust hazed mind, she was glad her bulging cock hadn't been seen. Her breasts were enough to distract the lesbian waitress completely, as she began to fondle them excitedly. Carmen moaned low at the touch, reaching back with her own hands to undo Serena's bra, releasing her bountiful tits to the world. Both girls were soon groping each other, the futa's fingers teasing the waitress's engorged nipples, occasionally pinching her lustful peaks. As they continued to stimulate the other, Carmen's cock struggled against her pants.

It was an uphill battle. Her dick would not be denied, as blood pumped into it, bringing it closer and closer to her full glory. She could feel it against her thigh, snaking further down her leg, however it went ignored. Serena's breasts encompassed her entire being at that moment. Their shape, their size, their feel. The way Serena moaned as Carmen played with her nipples.




Futa Note Ch. 02



"Want the main course?" She asked, smiling out of lust and at the cheesy line. Carmen ignored it, only interested in its meaning, to which she nodded and went to her knees. The action, caused her cock to bend painfully, making her cry out suddenly. Serena was there in an instant.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" Carmen nodded, and looked at the waitress, seeing her gaze was firmly locked on her crotch. Carmen looked down, seeing her cock bulging obscenely from her crotch, the shape of it twitching in longing. She frantically tried to cover it, though her hands couldn't hope to shield from Serena's view.

"I-I can explain." She began, but didn't have a chance to continue. Serena went to her knees as well, reaching out to touch the bulge.

"Jesus Christ, you're huge!" She stated in awe. Carmen stared at her in shock, having expected horror at first, perhaps some curiosity when she had calmed down. Instead, the lesbian waitress was rubbing it like she was reverently cleaning a priceless artefact.

"Aren't you, I don't know, shocked?" Carmen asked, trying to comprehend this. Serena reached out with her other hand, undoing the buttons on Carmen's pants.

"Of course I am, but it's not every day you see something like this." She explained, and reached into Carmen's pants, cooing as she felt the massive shaft contained within. The futa, whether out of shock or simply lust, made no move to pull away. The waitress took this as sign to continue, and promptly pulled the incredible cock free of its cage, gasping as she took it in properly. Carmen even grinned a little, knowing she was only semi-erect at the time.

Serena began stroking the shaft. She could feel it as blood pumped through the thick veins, wrapping a second hand around it, one atop the other, and yet she barely covered half its length. She swallowed the saliva building in her mouth, taking a deep breath through her nose. In an instant she caught the musk, so overwhelming and masculine, yet distinctly female in its scent. She had no way of describing it appropriately, however she leaned in and sniffed the swelling head like a bouquet of aromatic flowers.

"Oh god, you smell good." Serena groaned, stroking the expanding shaft with her hands eagerly. Her eyes widened as it grew harder in her grasp, since she had assumed it to already be erect, and watched as it stood up in the air. The magnificent cock throbbed in her grasp, sending pangs of desire through her body. Serena gazed up at the twitching mass, seeing a large drop of pre-cum run down its length. It looked longer than her arm.

Carmen sat there, panting and blushing. This was the first time she was seeing her new cock through somewhat clear eyes, since last time she was blinded by her overwhelming lust. Her hands stayed by her sides, despite her desire to touch it. It was like her body knew Serena would be doing so very soon.

"S-Serena?" Carmen asked, the waitress having done nothing for nearly an entire minute. At the sound of her voice. Serena moved and began jerking the entire length as fast as she could, while moving closer and sitting up straight. She couldn't speak, her mind clouded by an uncontrolled need. She licked along the underside of Carmen's shaft, leaning down to start from her equally impressive balls, and moving to the tip. The futa gasped and moaned at the sensations.

Serena moaned as she tasted the single drop of pre. It was like gasoline on a fire, setting her already burning lust into a blazing inferno, as she tilted the godly cock down. Carmen watched her with rapt attention, unable and unwilling to look away, as the waitress opened her mouth wide to engulf the tip. The futa naturally gave a moan at this and thrust her hips up slightly, pushing the head against the back of Serena's mouth and slightly into her throat. 

The waitress gagged slightly, but didn't pull away. It was plain to see that she was determined to take all eighteen inches of Carmen's dick, even if it meant cutting off her air. Serena took a deep breath through her nose, moaning as the musk invaded her sinuses, and forced herself deeper. It had been quite some time since she had last taken a cock, having decided she preferred woman after her last heterosexual relationship ended in flames, but her gag reflex was well-trained. After a brief struggle and a series of loud gags, Serena popped the tip into her throat.

Her mouth was stretched as far as it could possibly be. And yet, she felt no discomfort at it, or if she did it was completely overshadowed by the act she was performing. Her hands never stopped moving, either stroking the pulsating shaft, or moving to fondle her balls. They were amazing, each one so big she couldn't wrap a hand around it, and she was certain they were sloshing with seed. At the thought of cum, Serena began to push further down.

Carmen let her head fall back, mouth open and gasping. It had only been a few hours since she had fucked Dakota, during which she had cum an insurmountable number of times, and yet she was already so eager to climax again. It wasn't all that surprising, considering the transformation she'd written in the Futa Note, combined with her prior refractory capabilities. Pre-cum continued to pump from her head, now lodged firmly in Serena's oesophagus, pouring down into her stomach. The waitress moaned around the cock, feeling the pre settle inside of her. 

Serena looked up at Carmen, eyes filled with reverence. The futa looked down at her, somewhat confused, though only lust showed in her eyes. They had only just met, and Serena wasn't under the effects of the notebook, and yet here she was. Sucking on Carmen's cock, masturbating the length she had yet to force into her mouth, while looking up its owner like she was a holy prophet. The futa wouldn't complain however, as her cock was worshipped.

Serena began to salivate wildly. Her spit ran down the shaft, her hands working it into the soft skin, allowing her to move quicker. Carmen gave a low moan of appreciation, moving for the first time since her cock was revealed, and put her hand on the waitress, gently urging her to take more. She was more than eager to do so, taking deep, pained breaths through her nose as she forced herself down the inhuman sized prick. Every throb sent a shiver of lust down her spine.

Neither of them could speak. Carmen, basking in the pleasure, too absorbed in watching the waitress. Serena kept her eyes looked on Carmen's, as if trying to speak of her adoration through the contact, even as tears began to form. Despite her prior expertise in fellatio, she was unable to completely conquer the giant appendage filling her gullet. Even so, she continued her journey, her goal clear. She would reach the base and taste those balls if it killed her.

Fortunately that would not be necessary. Carmen's grip in her hair strengthened noticeably, the futa finally giving into her body's desires, and pulled Serena down hard. The loud choking sound reverberated throughout the room, but went unnoticed to them, as the waitress found her wide, watering eyes directly in front of Carmen's bald crotch. While the futa released a high pitched moan of ecstasy.

The sudden force had indeed been rather painful. Serena could feel it as tears ran down her cheeks, staining her mascara, and yet it was overshadowed by one single fact. As her tongue lolled from her stuffed maw, she finally tasted the sac that contained those sperm filled orbs. It may have been her imagination, but Serena felt as if she could taste it already, her lust flaring in reaction. She wanted, no, craved it. Her mouth salivated wildly, running from her lips to the balls.

Carmen felt it all. She could feel it as the waitress's throat, oesophagus, tongue and lips all worked in tandem to bring her to climax. The futa held on as best she could, gasping and moaning. There was no way she could hold it in for much longer however, as she could feel the beginnings of her climax tightening within her core. She didn't want this to end, to lose the sensations of someone's mouth worshipping her. As if in reaction to her thought, Serena pulled away.

She reached up immediately and stroked the tumescent shaft, pumping quickly and powerfully. As she did so, pre-cum flowed freely from the tip, aiding her hands in their efforts. The waitress leaned forward, lapping up the pre, before moving lower, her lips trailing over the thick length. Carmen moaned high at this, biting her bottom lip in an attempt to restrain herself. Serena quickly found herself at base, with those seed filled balls staring her in the face.

They almost seemed to visibly pulse in front of her, mocking her. The waitress panted in front of them, her quick breaths running over the sensitive flesh and sending shivers of pleasure through Carmen's body, pushing her further to the edge. Without another second wasted, Serena lunged forward, moving a hand to the taut sac, and began laying kiss upon kiss on it. Her tongue lolled out once more, bathing the flesh in her spit, until it glistened. Carmen's moans rose sharply in volume and pitch at the sensation.

Serena ignored her however, enamoured as she was with the monuments of masculinity. The waitress never stopped moving her hands, always pumping the entire shaft with each lick of her tongue. Carmen's cock was coated in spit and pre now, allowing Serena's hands to glide over it as fast as she possibly could make them go. With a small moan of pure desire, the waitress opened her mouth wide, trying to take one of the inhuman balls in her slavering maw. To her disappointment, she could only suckle on them.

Carmen's breaths came in laboured pants. The effort to keep herself from cumming, which she knew would be far beyond simply messy, was quickly taking its toll. Serena didn't help, as her hands worked her pillar, while she sucked and licked on her roiling balls.

"S-Serena?" Carmen asked, trying to warn her, but no answer came, "Y-you'll have to, ah god, s-stop sooooon." She moaned, feeling one of the tender hands rub over her sensitive head.

"If you're worried about the mess, just cum down her throat. I'm sure she'll enjoy it." Came a sudden, all too familiar voice. Carmen's eyes scanned the room, seeing Ryuka, jerking her own hard shaft eagerly. The god's eyes were glued on the scene in front of her, seeming to enjoy how Serena worshiped the futa's balls with such relish, almost as much as Carmen herself. She said nothing, not wanting to appear insane.

Ryuka had a point though, Carmen thought. Her eyes fell on Serena's head, recalling how eagerly she had swallowed her massive length. Before she could stop herself, the futa reached down and pulled the waitress away, staring into her wide eyes, before forcing her head down her cock. Serena understood quickly and was soon at the base, tears forming in her eyes yet again and, as before, she made no move to pull away. Carmen panted for a few short seconds, before she felt something drip onto her back.

She knew it was Ryuka's pre, and its effects were no less potent. Her mouth opened to cry out, but soon found it stuff with the Seikogami's massive cock, Ryuka's power no doubt enabling her to accept such an impossibility as it had when they met. Carmen didn't fight back, sucking hard as her orgasm rocked her to the core. The god had been just as close and was soon spraying her load into Carmen, though her stomach didn't expand this time, however she still felt cum pouring into her. The futa couldn't think straight.

Serena never expected the young girl to take control like that. It wasn't unwelcome however, as she soon felt that gorgeous, peak of masculinity swell inside her body, preparing to release a torrent of cum. If only she knew. Carmen's first spray of viscous seed was enough to swell out the waitress's stomach, to the point that she appeared to have enjoyed a large Thanksgiving dinner all on her own. Her eyes went wide at the sensation, however she didn't pull back.

Unbeknownst to either human, Ryuka was partially responsible. Her power enabling Serena to take all of Carmen's load, which, if she recalled correctly, was written as fifteen gallons. All the while, it made the waitress adore the feeling, even if she was still confused by it. Carmen continued to cum down Serena's throat, whilst she kept swallowing around Ryuka's four and a half feet of cock. Her moans and cries were perfectly muffled.

With each spurt of her seed, Serena swelled further. And with every gush of Seikogami sperm, Carmen only came harder, her orgasm extending past the preordained fifteen gallons, as she came over and over. Her eyes began to roll into her head from the ecstasy, same with Serena, though it was mixed with her suffocation. Ryuka seemed to notice this and, knowing Carmen would no doubt reprimand her if she let this continue. With a sigh, the Seikogami ended her orgasm prematurely.

Without the ongoing flow of sex god cum, Carmen's own climax finally reached its end. Despite this, the damage had been done, and Serena was massively inflated. Her stomach could quite easily hold Carmen herself, and still have room to spare. The futa pulled away, her cock finally going flaccid, and surveyed the waitress. Her stomach had actually raised her a few feet off the ground, keeping her arms and legs from reaching the floor. Ryuka gave a small whistle.

"Nice work, human." She complimented, though Carmen ignored her, already fretting over what would happen if someone found Serena like this.

"Oh crap, what do I do? What do I do?" She repeated quickly, pacing back and forth in front of the almost comatose waitress. Her cum was perfectly contained it seemed, none of it pouring back up her oesophagus, or out of her rear. It would take days, or weeks, for her to digest so much fluid. The Seikogami sighed again and snapped her fingers, causing Carmen to turn. Before her eyes, she saw Serena beginning to shrink down, slowly but surely.

"What would you do without me, eh?" Ryuka asked jokingly.

"Oh, god, thank you, Ryuka." Carmen said with genuine gratitude, breathing out a long sigh of relief. The god rolled her eyes as Serena shrunk until her belly resembled a nine month pregnant woman.

"That'll digest soon enough on its own. And don't worry," She said, turning to walk through a wall, "She likes it." As if to confirm her statement, Serena's body jerked and a small spray of her juices covered the floor behind her. Carmen frowned, but said nothing, simply moving to lay the waitress in a comfortable position. When she was finished, Serena looked to be little more than a sleeping angel. A dopey, satisfied smile on her face despite her unconscious state.

As Carmen left, she glanced back at the sleeping waitress.

"Hmm, I wish... I, hmm, had a cock too." She mumbled sleepily, turning over and placing her hands on her swollen belly. The futa frowned as she left, but shrugged, thinking she'd misheard.

Carmen almost couldn't believe what she had done. Her face was on the verge of breaking into a wide grin at just how deliciously naughty she had been, and in a public restroom no less. With a waitress at that. She was still in control at least, her cock staying flaccid in her pants, though she could feel a couple of stray drops of her cum on her thigh. When she returned to the table, Alicia greeted her with a relieved grin.

"Feeling better, dear?" She asked, standing up and getting her coat. She had paid for the meal while Carmen was preoccupied. The futa nodded and smiled at her, the expression perfectly genuine, the afterglow of what she'd done still with her. Picking up her bag, she noticed the Futa Note inside. She looked away quickly, but continued glancing back at it, biting her bottom lip. She wanted to use it again.

As they walked back to their, currently, small home, she thought back to Serena. The waitress had worshipped her cock, even seemed to need it like air, and then there was that passing comment 'I wish I had a cock too'... maybe it wouldn't be that bad to use it on her. Carmen had reached her home now, the notebook constantly seeming to enter her peripheral vision. She quickly retreated into her room and sat at her desk.

She laid the note book out in front of herself. It was open on the first pages as before, allowing her to see both hers, and Dakota's transformations. Carmen knew she could reverse her first targets change, but didn't want to, knowing she was enjoying it immensely. Thinking back to the bathroom, had Carmen's blood pumping a little harder, her cock twitching. Would tomorrow be a repeat? She gave a shudder of desire.

Her mind turned back to Serena. Another shudder passed through her, imagining the waitress growing a massive member, and becoming obsessed with Carmen. Before she could even realise it, the futa had lifted a pencil and was holding it against the paper. She wanted to test it again.

"Serena won't mind, I'm sure she'll like it. And I still need to figure this book out." Carmen rationalised to herself, speaking quickly under her breath, "I don't know what it's fully capable of. I'll just test it a little then, if Serena doesn't like it, I'll turn her back." She told herself and took a deep breath. This would just be a test. She was about to begin writing, when she realised she didn't know Serena's full name. Behind her, Ryuka cackled.

"Want to know her name?" The god asked, walking up to Carmen and standing above her imposingly. The futa looked at her suspiciously.

"What do you want in return?" She asked, knowing Ryuka was mischievous at the best of times. The Seikogami laughed again, looking down at Carmen with a wide smirk. 

"Cleaver girl. I'll give you her name if you do one small alteration to yourself." She offered, raising a finger as if to illustrate her point. Carmen glared at her, trying to figure out how to outsmart the deity.

"No deal. You'll ask for something unreasonable. What if I did something to Dakota instead?" Carmen offered, the god raising one of her perfect eyebrows curiously, "She's fourteen inches right now, and cumming ten gallons. What if I," She took a deep breath, knowing she might be dooming a girl all for the sake of an experiment, "What if I increased her to twenty five inches, and made her cum thirty gallons?" Ryuka instantly laughed.

"My, my, you really are starting to loosen up, aren't you?" The god chuckled, "Don't bother, you'd just reverse it when I'm not looking. The waitress's name is Serena Williams, have fun with her." Ryuka said and sunk into the floor. Carmen frowned at the spot for a second, before letting out a breath she hadn't realised she was holding. Her gaze went to the Futa Note, quivering slightly. She had been about to use it on Dakota, again.

What was happening to her? It had only been a couple of days since she found the book, and already it was messing with her mind. She should just lock it up, yep, lock it away so no one, not even herself, could find it. And yet she didn't do it. She turned around to face it once more.

"This is the last time, then I'm never using it again." She told herself, and began writing, speaking the words as she did so, "Serena Williams. Cock size; seven inches, girth; five inches, balls; golf ball size" She knew it was an underuse of the book's ability, but she couldn't help grinning as she continued, "When she cums with her cock, it and her balls, will grow one inch. If she cums with her vagina, her breasts will grow half a cup size. If she orgasms with both at the same time, her male endowments will grow four inches, and her breasts will grow three full cup sizes." If Serena was as horny as Carmen feared, she would be massive in no time.

"Whenever she feels negative emotions, she will begin to feel incredibly aroused," She paused, looking at her calender, noting that it was Thursday. She had a day off on Friday next week, a good amount of time for Serena to decide on her new body, "She will seek out Carmen Robins one week from tomorrow. She will know where she is instinctively when the time comes." Carmen put the pencil down and read through it again, before shutting the book. The day had been long and she was understandably tired.




Futa Note Ch. 02



As Carmen let her mind wander off to sleep, Serena was struck by a strange sensation. She had awoken in the bathroom several minutes ago, her belly incredibly swollen and the taste of Carmen's seed thick on her tongue. She could scarcely believe her own memories, but her gut didn't lie, and it was definitely full of the futa's sweet cum. She would even give a rather unladylike belch and taste the semen as clearly as ever.

Thankfully, she had chosen the right time to get swelled up. Her shift had ended just as she left the bathroom, and not many of her co-workers were out at the moment, since the restaurant was winding up for the evening. Serena had quickly gotten dressed and left for her home. As she was walking the fairly short distance, her body suddenly heated up immensely, in the same way as when she was aroused. Her breaths started coming in short pants as she walked. 

The night was chill, but it did little against the warmth burning within her. She glanced around, looking for somewhere private, where she could try and relieve herself. The heat was getting worse now, focusing on her crotch. Serena quickly found an alleyway, free of any homeless and shrouded in enough darkness to keep her from being noticed, and quickly ducked into it. She was burning up now, her clothes beginning to feel like a prison.

She quickly pulled down her pants along with her underwear. Her pussy was bared to the world around her, with her thighs caked in her earlier juices. Already, her snatch was dripping wet. She didn't waste time, and quickly shoved one of her hands there, digging two of her slender fingers inside. A moan tore its way through her mouth, echoing slightly in the alley, but she didn't care, and began to thrust her fingers madly. The moist sounds emanating from her crotch were clearly audible to her, but she couldn't find the will to care.

She needed release, and now. In her sudden frenzy, the waitress failed to notice as her clit peaked from its hood, far more swollen than ever before. Her hand continued its work, even adding a third finger to stretch herself delightfully. Her palm was pressing against her crotch now, the growing clit digging into her skin, and still Serena paid no mind to it. Pleasure consumed her cognitive mind, even as it rose past what she thought was her limit.

Orgasm continued to elude her. Serena's moans now mixed with her unyielding need, becoming a cross between sounds of ecstasy and whines of frustration. Through it all, her clit grew thicker and longer, while a flap of skin began to form beneath it. She pushed her pinkie finger inside herself, gasping at the pleasure it brought. Despite her promiscuity, the waitress had never had so much inside herself before, rarely even venturing to three digits. Now she couldn't get enough of it.

Her other hand ventured to her breasts. The heat was oddly faint there, despite the mounds being one of her most sensitive parts, particularly during masturbation. It didn't matter however, as she fondled them through her clothes, finding her engorged nipples easily. Her fingers continued their duty, working to push her over the edge. All the while her clit was now three inches long and equally as thick around, skin forming over it as well. The flesh beneath it was taking on its shape as the testicles grew inside.

Serena couldn't speak a word. Her vocal ability totally compromised by moans and gasps of pleasure, lips parting to release them to the world, uncaring if someone heard them. Somehow, the transforming waitress managed to stay upright against a wall, even as her legs started going weak. Her pleasure was only rising, never peaking. Her thumb was rubbing against her pussy lips now, as if asking for entry. Did she even control her own body anymore?

As if in answer, her hand suddenly shot into her. The thumb was tucked against her palm, creating a conical shape. Even so, the entry was smooth and made her release a small cry of bliss. As her mind was distracted by this new sensation, her cock finished forming, the tip bulbous and leaking pre-cum copiously. Her balls were on their way to join it, quickly approaching their predetermined size. Finally, once they were complete, Serena reached her climax.

It was unlike any she had felt before. The pressure in her gut was the same as ever, but soon it was accompanied by a strange feeling of release, however it was lost amid the sea of bliss. Her juices gushed around her hand, running down her thighs and dripping abundantly onto her forgotten underwear and pants, all the while her cock shot jet after jet of cum onto the opposite wall. She had cum with both within the first moments of it growing.

As her orgasm came to an end, Serena fell to the floor. Her breaths came in fast and heavy pants, eyes looking around unfocused, even as the last of her new seed dripped from her currently limp dick. Due to it having only just grown, the additional effect of the notebook would not take effect, however the magic was not foolish. It would wait until she next achieved such an orgasm, before applying its power. Serena was naturally unaware of what would happen should such an instance occur.

When her mind returned to a state of lucidity, Serena immediately moved to clean herself. In that moment, she was greeted by her new endowment, hanging from her crotch. Despite its flaccid state, at about three inches long, it felt like lead on her body. She was struggling to comprehend its reason for being on her. Did she get drugged? Was she really sick? Did that girl from earlier have anything to do with this?

Fear was quickly overwhelming her mind. It was beginning to permeate her every thought, but there was something else, something no one would expect; arousal. Even while frenzied thoughts raged, her body was flushing in desire.

"What? What the fuck?" She said to herself, anger beginning to surface now. Anger at her traitorous body, and yet her new cock was beginning to rapidly grow erect. A slight breeze came down the alleyway, brushing over her recently added endowment, and sending a shudder through her. Was she really going to get erect like this? The answer was obvious, as her blood pumped into her prick, the veins standing out thickly. It may have been her, probably, crazed mind, but they appeared to pulse before her eyes. 

"I've gotta... uh, get... get home." She muttered to herself, reaching down and pulling her pants up. Unfortunately, in order to make herself decent, Serena was forced to touch her dick. It may as well have been a seven inch clit. Simply brushing it with her hand was enough to make her gasp lightly in pleasure. Gritting her teeth, and trying to hold back her moans, Serena finally managed to pull the pants up. Even so, her erection made an obvious bulge. Thankfully, it was late and few people were outside.

Taking several deep breaths to calm herself, the waitress began walking. She quickly realised it would not be quite so easy. Her cock would not be quieted so easily, its hard form pressing against her pants and rubbing against it with every step. Her breaths started coming in short pants, teeth clenched together, while her hands moved into fists. She would not let this... thing get the better of her. Even if her body begged her to do so.

Fear returned to her mind. She had somehow pushed it out of her mind for a short time, but now she couldn't help imagining someone seeing her right then and there, especially someone she knew. Her cock was obvious if anyone were to take more than a second to look her over. Images of her parents discovering like this came unbidden. They weren't very open minded, barely accepting their daughter's fashion sense, Serena having to beg them to let her do so. She knew they would disown her if they found she'd grown a dick suddenly.

"They'd probably find a way to make me sound like a crack whore or something." She muttered, glaring at the bulge in her pants. In their minds, she would have gotten it on purpose, "Assholes always think I'm some kind of slut." She huffed, anger and lust rising back up in her. Her cock gave a strong twitch within its prison. Serena gave a small yelp at this, surprise briefly taking away from the other emotions. Fortunately, she had reached her apartment during her introversion.

Oh thank god, she thought and walked inside. As soon as her door was locked, and her bag safely on her couch, Serena quickly headed to her bedroom. Her apartment was small and cosy, one bedroom and a, surprisingly, spacious bathroom. It was big enough for her to fit a full length mirror inside. Her walls were barren, save for a chipping floral wallpaper. The kitchen was nicely furbished, though it was small as one would expect.

Serena moved swiftly. Stripping in her bedroom, and keeping her eyes away from her groin, before moving to the bathroom. She needed to get a proper look at it. The alley was poorly lit, her eyes only able to make out the outline, and the sensations filling in the other details. Now, she would take a proper look at it, even if it terrified. The emotion was met with an equally powerful sense of arousal, her cock throbbing, despite her attempts to ignore it. What was wrong with her?

Once she was as nature intended, Serena stepped in front of her mirror. Her eyes immediately looked over her reflection, moving slowly down her neckline, to her breasts. The cock was in her peripheral vision, her gaze focusing on anything but the throbbing meat, as if that might cause it to disappear. Naturally, it did not. Her eyes eventually fell upon its seven inch glory, with the decent sized sac beneath it. Despite herself, Serena couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed in it.

"That girl was way bigger." She pouted, before realising what she'd said. The waitress shook her head hard, hoping it would clear the thoughts. Taking a deep breath, Serena let her eyes look the new addition over properly. It was thick, almost to the point that her hand wouldn't be able to fully wrap around it, with equally large veins over the length of it. Beneath it, her golf ball sized testicles were contained within a smooth, hairless sac. Despite everything, she was glad it looked somewhat feminine.

Unable to resist the temptation, Serena reached down and wrapped a single hand around it. Instantly, the waitress released a low moan, mixed with a gasp of pleasure, her hand pulling back quickly. No way should it have felt that good, she thought, I barely touched it. Tentatively, she put her hand back, moaning low as she wrapped the fingers around herself. At her touch, the thick veins throbbed powerfully.

Moving as she had so many times with her prior relations, Serena's hand gripped tight and stroked her length. It was like she had become a puppet, and her lust was the puppeteer. Serena knew she shouldn't be doing this, that she should be terrified and calling a doctor or something. To her confusion, the terror was there, even as she masturbated her shaft, but it was met by her desire. The added confusion even seemed to add to it, making her body heat up with its insane desire.

"The fucks, oh, wrong with me?" She asked aloud, her hand still moving. The fingers on the other twitched as well, as if in longing to pleasure her further as well, but the hand stayed at her side for the time being. Pleasure began to burn within her, a drop of slick, viscous fluid leaking from the tip of her cock. Unable to help it, Serena's fingers ran over the head, wiping the drop of pre onto her bulbous tip.

This isn't right. This is completely wrong. Nothing about this makes sense. Should just stop now and call a doctor. These thoughts blazed in her mind, all of them filled with horror and a smouldering need to keep going. In direct contradiction to her thoughts, Serena's other hand made its move.

She felt what it was doing before she even noticed it had moved. With her mind in turmoil, it wasn't quite so alarming that she had moved without conscious thought, but as her hand cupped her two balls, fear rose within her. Nothing she thought about stopped her; old nuns, her parents... that hot young woman from work. Without realising it, Serena's mind filled with images of what she had done just a couple of hours prior.

Her eyes closed as her mind and body freely gave over to her lust. The newly transformed waitress let her hand roam freely, gliding over her cock as more pre-cum flowed, slicking up her length. Pleasure continued to build within her, gradually approaching ecstasy as her moans became louder and more frequent. In her mind, the nameless girl was jacking off in front of her, about to spray the waitress down with her overwhelming virility. The imagined futa was nearing her own release, keeping pace with Serena's own actions.

There was no hope of stopping now. Her body would not be denied its release as Serena's hand tightened around her pulsating cock, while the other palmed her throbbing balls, the twin orbs swelling slightly with her impending climax. Her moans were mixed with lustful pants now. Like her orgasms of old, she could feel her core tightening, the muscles clenching with the need to release her ecstasy. Just as her climax finally hit, the imagined futa also came.

Serena let her head fall back. Her mouth laid open as a soundless cry ripped through her body, pulses of ecstasy timed perfectly with each jerk of her hand, as the first of many spurts were released into the world. As the first shot onto her mirror, her cock gave a small twitch of growth, almost insignificant, however it only grew with each spurt. Serena was oblivious to this, her mind consumed with the new and magnificent sensations of her orgasms, combined with the unknown growth. Blast after thick, viscous blast painted her mirror.

When the waitress finally came down from the experience, she saw the product of her bliss. From the waist down, her mirror was covered in an opaque layer of cum, with the odd streak of it reaching up to her face. The amount was nothing compared to her earlier tryst, but it was far beyond anything a human man could hope to produce. Hell, she thought, it probably put horses to shame. With the afterglow clouding her thoughts, the idea that she was so prolific put a large, dopey grin on her face. It did not last long, however.

She quickly realised what she had done. Serena backed away from the mirror, watching as her thick seed ran down its length, before dripping onto the tiled floor. Had she really produced that? A glance down at herself, and seeing that several drops of her cum had back splashed onto her skin, revealed that her cock was indeed satisfied for the moment. It was rather large, despite its flaccid state, hanging at about three and a half inches. Serena forced her attention away from it and left the room.

The waitress stumbled back into her bedroom in a daze. The day had been long, and mostly pleasant, however it had taken its toll. She needed to sleep, though tomorrow was fortunately a day off for her. Even in her dazed state, Serena knew this might not be such a good thing, as her mind was already struggling to keep her emotions in check. She wasn't stupid, she knew her emotional state was somehow tied to her libido now.

Serena laid down on the bed, taking care not to stimulate herself. There was no doubt she would need her sleep, and, thankfully, it came soon. Her eventful day sending her mind into unconsciousness, all the while hoping she wouldn't suffer the same issue as most men did. It was one of the few times she sincerely hoped her dreams would not be filled with her fantasies. Of course, her hope was ignored.

Back in her room, Carmen was busily rushing about. As soon as she had finished Serena's entry in the Futa Note, the futa quickly set about finding a way to lock up the book. It had been a fleeting thought at first, but she had firmly decided it was to be locked away. The notebook was dangerous, as evidenced by how willing she had been earlier to alter Dakota even further, all to get Serena's full name. It was messing with her mind and she knew it.

Ryuka had returned shortly after Carmen finished writing. The Seikogami was confused as to why the human wanted to keep it locked up, however she couldn't get a word out of Carmen, who was fixing up a complicated lock on a drawer.

"Alright, so if they open it this way, the book gets torched. If they break it, then the book gets torched. Okay, good, no one's gonna find it. Just gotta make it a bit harder to open." The futa continually muttered her own actions to herself, ignoring the god's existence, even while Ryuka watched her in confusion, "Perfect." Carmen finally said and stood up. A drawer in her desk appeared to be completely untouched, however she had lined it with traps. 

"Doesn't look like much." Ryuka noted, the human futa finally seeming to notice her, though she didn't show any surprise.

"I've set it up so that anyone who tries to get in, needs to do it in a specific way." She said, but didn't elaborate.

"Okay... and this specific way would be?" Ryuka prompted, but Carmen gave her nothing.

"You think I'm gonna tell you?" She practically scoffed at the idea, "I know you, Seikogami, you'd just keep putting it in front of me, tempting me." Carmen continued, glaring at the god, "Actually, now that I think about it. I bet you had something to do with Serena's attraction to me earlier." Ryuka sighed and shook her head.

"Afraid not. I could have, don't get me wrong, but I didn't do a thing. It was all you." The god explained, sitting down on the foot of the bed and yawning.

"I don't buy it. Just because I grew some large breasts wouldn't make someone attracted to me."

"Have you ever taken a step back and looked at yourself?" Ryuka asked. Carmen frowned at her.

"What do you mean?" Ryuka rolled her eyes.

"I mean, you're pretty good looking, for a human. You just never give yourself a chance to really shine." The way the god spoke, Carmen was almost reminded of a parent, telling their child that, no matter what others say, they were beautiful. Before she could stop herself, she spoke.

"Thanks, Ryuka. I mean it." The Seikogami looked away and laid back, closing her eyes.

"Don't mention it." While she would not admit it, Ryuka was actually glad she had said something to Carmen. The futa was quite the looker, she just needed a push to reach her potential. Soon enough, the god was breathing deeply and fast asleep. Carmen sighed and glanced at the drawer, which now contained the notebook. Ryuka's words echoed in her mind; that she just needed to give herself a chance. The futa almost reached out to open it, before stopping herself. 

"What the hell?" She asked herself aloud. She had put it away specifically to keep temptation out of sight, and yet it still called out to her. It would be so easy, just open the drawer, add onto her own entry a little, and voila; she would give any model a run for her money. Carmen shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose, hard. She was better than this, she had no need for such shallow desires. Her grades were perfect, her future looked promising and she had a large cock.

The last part made her eyes go wide.

"I m-must be tired." She stammered slightly, taken aback by her own thought. A lot had happened in the past couple of days after all, she probably just needed a bit of time to adjust. Carmen soon changed her clothes and went about the usual activities before bed. As she laid under the covers, Ryuka having rolled off in her sleep, the futa let herself relax. Hopefully, everything calms down, she thought as sleep took her.



Futa Note



Carmen leapt out of her chair and backed away to the wall. She didn't make a sound, not wanting Melody to see her like this, simply staring open mouthed as she took in a sight no other human had ever had the honour to see before. The... God, was one hundred percent feminine. Its, her, breasts were like beach balls attached to her chest, her bared nipples each as long as Carmen's thumb. Even though they seemed to defy gravity, something about them made Carmen painfully aware that they were real. Beneath them, the God's waist was, surprisingly, average only an inch or two slimmer than Carmen's own, though it had no need to be tiny, as her hips were, as far as Carmen's mind could think at that time, the perfect breeder hips. As if noticing her looking her over, the God did a slow twirl, revealing the massive ass she possessed.

As if Carmen had been blocking from her mind, she only just noticed the most distinguished of the God; her cock. It was easily the biggest Carmen had seen, or read about, though she had not read anything labelled Hyper before, though she knew what it meant. And that was the word that came to mind. The God looked to be six and half feet tall, and its cock, flaccid, was mere millimetres from the floor, and that was with it being raised by the God's massive testicles, all four of them, their individual shapes obvious through the taut flesh of her scrotum. Each sphere was between basketballs and beach balls. Carmen managed to tear her eyes away from the God's genitalia to look at her face.

Carmen felt her cock pulse in desire. The God was gorgeous, her small nose hardly dominating her features, while her large eyes, framed by thick lashes, were burning with molten desire. Her lips were large, but not obscene, each one full and pouting, glistening in the small light offered by Carmen's lamp. The God's hair was long and luxurious, each strand of inky blackness straight and falling to her oversized rump. If not for the inhuman beauty and the impossible endowments, Carmen would not think this to be a God, were it not for the folded wings, each one a mirror of the God's hair. Carmen recalled the feather and knew it came from the God before her.

"So... you, you're a... a God of Death?" She asked, gulping loudly in all consuming fear. The God stared at her for a second, before roaring with laughter.

"A God of Death? Those old, sticks in the mud? Fuck no, I'm a Seikogami, a God of Sex. Honestly what's with humans and those Shinigami?" The Seikogami asked, calming down.

"A Seikogami? I've never heard of them before." Carmen replied, curiosity overwhelming her fear.

"Of course not. Almost no one has, it's all Shinigami this, or Shinigami that. Even fucking Animes have been made around those fame whores." As the Seikogami spoke, Carmen had to resist her desire to masturbate. Every word seemed to send a flood of arousal through her body, the fact that the Seikogami was gorgeous failing to help in any way.

"So, why are you here? Are you going to rape me?" Carmen asked, trying keep her voice steady and hide her eagerness for such a thing to happen.

"Rape you? Tempting, haven't fucked a human in a long time, but no. It's standard procedure, when a Seikogami drops their notebook, they have to recover it before someone else picks it up. However, if someone does, they have to stay with them until that person dies, naturally or otherwise. Didn't you read the rules of the thing?"

"Yeah, but there wasn't anything about this. All it said was how to use it." Carmen explained, her hands twitching with her desire to pleasure herself.

"Really? Hmm, well it doesn't matter, you've picked it up so it's yours until the day you die. I suppose we should introduce ourselves; my name is Ryuka."

"Carmen... Carmen Robins." The teen introduced herself automatically, reaching out to shake hands as had been drilled into her since she was a child. Ryuka did likewise, her hand clasping Carmen's who let out of moan of desire.

"Sorry about that, don't worry. You'll get used to my presence soon enough." Ryuka explained, as Carmen struggled to calm herself.

"I doubt it," She muttered under her breath, sitting down once again before resuming conversation, "So tell me, Ryuka... just how big is your dick when erect?" The words came out in a rush, her mind recoiling at her speech, since she'd had no intention of asking such a question.

"Four and half feet," Ryuka answered without hesitation, "Do you want to try it out?" She asked, seeing Carmen's eyes widen with shock and desire at the proclamation.

"Y-yes, I mean no! I mean... what's happening to me?" She moaned, trying to stop herself from kneeling before this god and sucking on her cock.

"A Seikogami's mere presence is a potent aphrodisiac, honestly it's quite amazing you aren't already begging me to fuck you. But don't worry," Ryuka added seeing Carmen's horrified, yet still aroused, expression, "You'll adjust to it in a day or so, after that you'll only be mildly affected." Every word slipped into Carmen's mind. She understood every word, the information storing away as normal, but the raging desire only grew.

"Oh god... I can't handle this." She moaned, placing her head on the table.

"I can relieve you," Ryuka offered, Carmen's face unknowingly lighting up, "But I have to warn you: A Seikogami's cum is dangerous to a human. You could become addicted, your body might even change, or you'll become ruled by your lust." Carmen wasn't listening anymore, the moment Ryuka made the offer, her mind gave all control over to her lust, her pussy, often forgotten even during her masturbation sessions, was dripping, creating a growing puddle on her chair. Her soaked panties strained even harder to keep her cock imprisoned, her desire fuelling her erection to exceed her usual six inches, though only by an inch. Ryuka sighed, before grinning at the girl.

"Guess it doesn't matter to you. Who knows, maybe it'll do your dick some good." She said in jest, though in truth Ryuka was almost appalled by the average penis; she had only ever seen her own kinds', which were several times greater than any humans could ever be. Carmen wasn't paying her any attention, busy as she was sinking to her knees and reaching out, taking hold of Ryuka's godly cock. She felt it twitch in her hands, blood, or whatever a Seikogami's blood is, pumping to fill it, causing the monstrous mass to increase. Carmen planted her lips on it, breathing in the musk as if she were a drug addict, seeing cocaine for the first time in days. She couldn't hold in her drool, letting it overflow from her mouth onto the phallus.

Ryuka moaned as the human went to work. She was pleasantly surprised by Carmen's eagerness, as the girl slobbered all over Ryuka's dick, the turgid mass gradually reaching its true glory, lifting off the ground and forcing Carmen to keep aloft, giving her a full view of the God's balls, visibly pulsating with seed. The human didn't hesitate, she kept her hands on the cock, stroking it as best she could, while creeping closer to Ryuka's testicles, the veins on them pulsing with her growing arousal. As Ryuka approached full erection, Carmen's room was saturated by her scent, the unmentioned pheromones and aphrodisiacs spreading like wildfire. The human reached the object her sudden need.

Ryuka placed her hands on her own cock, pumping it as Carmen did. As they worked in tandem, Ryuka releasing low moans of approval, only to gasp as Carmen shoved her face against the massive quartet of testicles, kissing the wide expanse of skin, while bathing it in her spit. As she did so, she could actually feel the cum churning within, the already giant orbs expanding against her face. She simply continued with her actions, her powerful mind able to handle both her hands movements and her attempts at coating Ryuka's scrotum in her spit. From the moans, Carmen knew she was doing the job right.

The human scooted her rear back a bit, leaning her body forward to better bury herself in the throbbing flesh of Ryuka's sack. The pleasure was affecting the Seikogami now, her moans rising in pitch and fervour as pre-cum built at her tip, before dropping to Carmen's perfectly positioned rear. Ryuka moaned and smirked, having knowingly withheld the true strength of her seed, watching with as much focus as she could muster, as Carmen came harder than ever in her life, simply from a single, albeit large, drop of a Seikogami's pre-cum. Her cock exploded within the tight confines of her panties, the initial shot of her cum so strong it forced the fabric to tear slightly. She continued to cum, screaming muffled cries into Ryuka's balls, sending more pleasure through the Seikogami.

Carmen felt the air hit her dick as her panties lost the fight against her powerful output. Her cock continued to send its seed splattering against the floor, even after it had far exceeded the size of her balls, still more cum gushing forth. Just as Carmen thought her orgasm was over, she felt another drop of pre-cum land on her once more, this time it was far larger, almost like an overfilled water balloon had burst over her ass, coating her lower back and cheeks in the stuff. The second it touched her skin, Carmen was cumming once again, her output as great, if not greater than the first. Even as she did so, her hands continued to move, while her lips and tongue did their duty.

Ryuka suddenly moved away. Carmen tried to go after her, but the God put a hand on her head, keeping the human at bay, letting her cum until she was finished.

"How did that feel, human? Fucking amazing right?" Carmen could only moan and beg incoherently for more. Ryuka laughed, the sound somewhat cruel, but also distinctly arousing, "I thought so, but I need to test something." With that, the Seikogami released Carmen, who rushed towards her, but was held at bay by an invisible force, only for her body to start moving of its own accord, moving to kneel before Ryuka's monstrous member. Suddenly, Carmen realised what the Seikogami wanted, as if knowing this, Ryuka released the human, who immediately began to lick and kiss the head. As she did so, Carmen felt Ryuka's hand on her head.

Her mind couldn't think of how this was possible, if anything it didn't even register. Until Carmen was suddenly pulled forward, her mouth having moved to the slit in an attempt to receive more pre-cum. Carmen's eyes went wide as her mouth opened impossibly around Ryuka, letting the God enter her mouth, almost instantly tasting the pre on her tongue. Carmen came once more, her output not dropping even as her third orgasm of the day washed over her, and within minutes of the first two no less. In some corner of her mind, she wondered if this was what made the cum so addictive, or was that yet to show itself, nonetheless, she worked her inhumanly worked mouth as best she could in an effort for more. Ryuka moaned in approval and pulled her even closer.

As the cock began to force its way down Carmen's throat, her next orgasm shook her. It was like any action the Seikogami took made her cum, and yet she was more than eager for this, reaching up with her hands to switch between Ryuka's cock and balls, caressing the orbs then stroking the shaft, even as it entered her body, the girth so great it was bulging from her neck and even her chest, the vast shape spearing between her small breasts. Eventually, Ryuka began to push and pull Carmen, making sure to only pull out an inch or two at a time, before sending several more inside, until she entered the humans stomach, and even then she only kept going. Carmen made no objections, gagged as perfectly as she was combined with her unending stream of orgasms.

Her floor was quickly disappearing in a sea of cum. The white sludge now spreading a good foot around the two, even as more was added. Carmen didn't care, the feeling of the drying, warm liquid on her legs was only another source of delight, even if it was drowned by her next climax. Ryuka was moaning louder now, her lust evident and a grin spreading across her face. She let her mind, already filled with sexual thoughts of any kind, flood with the images of what Carmen might do after this. When she had explained that a Seikogami's cum was addictive or corruptive she had only told a half truth, in that it wasn't addictive, though people did lose themselves to it. No, it wasn't a possibility of corruption, that was guaranteed.

Very few humans had coupled with a Seikogami before. But, based on those encounters, Ryuka knew that the corruption was in the mind, filling the affected human with sexual desire, turning all other thoughts towards how they could achieve greater pleasure. Though, none had been a futanari before, nor had they been in ownership of a Futa Note. This was why Ryuka was curious and ever so eager to cum inside Carmen, wanting to observe the human to see what came of her mind after they were done. As she felt Carmen's nose press against her hairless crotch, Ryuka knew her climax was near.

"Oh, fuck yeah. I'm getting close, Carmen." Her balls were inflating rapidly her prostates working overtime in preparation for her climax. The human saw this and, despite the ecstasy and lust clouding her every thought, looked to Ryuka in surprise, just as her balls finally outmatched the Seikogami's breasts, "Sure, I'll you. Ah, my kind have four prostates, each one centred in our balls. They, oh shit, work to make as much of our seed as possible before we cum. They're amazing... that's another four gallons right there." She said as her balls gave a sudden lurch in growth. Carmen's eyes flicked around the room, realising that if Ryuka didn't cum soon, it wouldn't be big enough.

"Don't worry. I've set up a barrier of sorts; this room isn't technically yours, what you're seeing is a separate dimension beyond the one we currently occupy, and it'll expand as needed." Ryuka explained, though Carmen failed to understand most of it, as her twelfth orgasm rocked her to the core. Almost in tandem, Ryuka released a sudden cry, her balls growing fifty percent bigger in an instant as the first deluge of cum poured into Carmen. The human was already stretched far beyond any normal limit, not just her mouth, but her neck and chest as well, as the clearly obvious shape of Ryuka's dick bulged obscenely from her stomach, so long it nearly touched the floor. Carmen lost herself in bliss as the first jet was unleashed within her.

As Ryuka had said, the dimension they were in expanded as needed. Carmen's stomach inflated like a ball attached to a high powered air pump, only her's never burst even as it grew past the size of her entire body.

"Just so you know," Ryuka grunted as another gush of her seed raced through her shaft, "I've got roughly six thousand gallons for you. My balls are amazing aren't they?" Carmen couldn't hear her, the pleasure finally overwhelming her mind as the cum forced her to cum again and again, each climax piling atop each other as soon they began. She passed out just as her stomach looked to hold a small elephant. 

Carmen groaned as she struggled to recall where she was. She opened her eyes and saw the familiar ceiling of her bedroom, illuminated by her desk lamp, causing her to breathe a sigh of relief.

"That was a pretty fucked up dream." She said to herself, sitting up and reaching for her phone.

"Oh? What was it about?" Asked a voice, both familiar and strange to her. Carmen turned her gaze to the inhumanly gorgeous figure sitting in her chair, looking at her with undisguised amusement as she ate an apple.

"Y-you're... you're real?" Carmen asked in disbelief, struggling to stay relaxed, even though her mind was running at a mile a minute trying to explain what had happened. Ryuka looked at herself as to confirm she was indeed real.

"Seem to be, did you enjoy our fun earlier?" The Seikogami asked as she devoured the apple, core and all. Carmen's eyes went wide as she recalled what their 'fun' had entailed and she looked down at herself, but saw nothing out of the ordinary to her relief. Though that did raise the question; where did the cum go? She distinctly remembered her stomach actually inflating from the amount, and there had to have been a hell of a lot more.

"Where'd the cum go?" She asked Ryuka, who was already reaching for another apple.

"I told you, we were in a separate dimension to your own. The cum that leaked out of you is there right now, the rest of it was absorbed into your body." Ryuka explained taking a large bite from her apple.

"Absorbed into my own body?" Carmen repeated, and looked at herself, trying to discern any difference, but found none. Even her cock and balls were the same as always, "I thought you said it might do some good for my dick?" Carmen asked, remembering the idle comment that most would have missed, especially given the state she was in at the time.

"Yeah, I said it might. Not many humans have been exposed to Seikogami sperm, and never a futanari, so it may take some time for you." Ryuka explained, already finishing the apple, "Damn, these are great." She said, licking her lips as she swallowed the core. Carmen wasn't listening, she was trying not to panic. She had completely lost control, to the point where she only vaguely remembered her actions, but... she couldn't deny the pleasure it had given her. How many times did I cum, she questioned herself, and looked down at her naked body, noting her cock seemed perfectly fine. It didn't even ache, despite the series of orgasms it had experienced in such a short time.

Carmen also realised that she wasn't being affected by Ryuka's presence. The Seikogami noticed her questioning look and answered.

"Like I said, not many humans have been exposed to Seikogami semen. I'm assuming the exposure made you immune to me." Ryuka answered, taking yet another apple from a bowl Carmen's mother must have brought while she was unconscious. This reminded her of her previous entry, as such she jumped out of bed and put on her pyjamas, simultaneously hoping her mother hadn't seen her naked state, and went to see if her entry had come to fruition. She walked out of her room and headed to the kitchen/dining room, where her mother was watching their old tv.

"Hey, Mum. Sorry about dinner." Carmen apologised, since it was her duty to at least make preparations before her mother returned from work.

"Oh, Carmen! Great, you're awake. I've got fantastic news!" Alicia said, jumping and hugging her daughter close. Carmen remained silent and still, frozen as a sudden, alien desire washed through her. She felt her cock shift in her pants, but fortunately it didn't grow erect.

"What's up, Mum?" She asked, straining to hold back her moans of desire.

"I don't know how, or why, but we're millionaires! Look at this!" Alicia exclaimed, opening her purse and pulling out several hundred dollar bills. Carmen managed a surprised expression, partially because she hadn't expected Dakota to have so much money in her bank account. "We can move out, get a nicer place. Get you out of that shit hole of a school." She continued, all but jumping with joy.

"N-no. Don't worry about it, Mum. It's my last year anyway, I can deal with it." Carmen answered, almost as if she were hypnotised. Why did she say that? She wanted to leave that school as much as she wanted to avoid cancer, and yet, her cock throbbed with desire at the idea of going back there tomorrow. Her mind strayed to the Futa Note, as she imagined all of her class on their knees before her, each one begging and moaning in their need to pleasure her. Carmen shook herself mentally, trying to keep her head focused, even though she found her gaze constantly running up and down her mother's body.

Alicia Robins wasn't the most attractive mother in the world, but she was much better off than Carmen. She sported a pair of shapely D cups, while her body was toned from the lifting her work required her to do on many occasions. Her legs weren't as good as Carmen's, as she sported a couple of poorly healed scars from work accidents, however her hips flared nicely, distracting away from the wounds. Her rear was rounded and firm, yet visibly soft as it jiggled slightly with her every step, while acting as a natural pillow wherever she sat. Carmen unconsciously licked her lips in want, something her mother fortunately missed.




Futa Note



"You sure? You told me the girl's are all stuck up bitches." Alicia said, using air quotes for the 'stuck up bitches' part.

"They are, but they mostly leave me alone now. I just ignore them most of the time anyway." Carmen lied, or at least, partially. Up until yesterday, she had spent most of her time on a computer, reading or looking out the windows, anywhere but the girls. However, upon finding the Futa Note, she had found herself looking around at them far more often, almost as if she were a predator, choosing her prey. Carmen didn't say any of this of course.

"Well, if you're sure. Anyway, tomorrow, we're going to dinner. I don't care what you or Melody say, we deserve a treat. Maybe even see a movie, that Inside Out one looks good, right?" Alicia went on, but Carmen wasn't really listening she poured herself a glass of orange juice, and grabbed an apple. Back in her room, Ryuka was laying on the bed. She raised her head when Carmen returned.

"You really need to spice this place up. My world may be the same thing over and over again, but at least its a lot more interesting than this." She said, and sat on the bed, moving to let Carmen sit down, the human handing the Seikogami the apple.

"What does the Seikogami world look like?" Carmen asked, taking a drink from her glass.

"Hmm, very white is the best I can describe. My kind don't really spend much time looking at the scenery, we're usually buried in each other's pussies or swimming in our oceans." Ryuka explained, winking at Carmen when she said oceans. The human was pretty certain that their oceans weren't comprised of water.

"Sounds better than this world." Carmen said off handedly.

"Not really. It feels amazing, but it's always the same thing day in and day out. There's no variation these days."

"Can't you use the Futa Note to spice things up?" Carmen asked.

"No one's tried to. We're not sure what would happen if we used it on each other." Ryuka explained, yawning into her hand as she devoured the apple, "Sorry, can we continue this tomorrow. Travelling to the human world is pretty exhausting." Without waiting for an answer the Seikogami laid back down and was asleep in an instant.

"So your kind sleep? Hmm, guess it's not too surprising, given how human you look." Carmen noted aloud, downing the rest of her drink, before joining Ryuka. The human laid beside the God, her mind trying to explain why she was thinking that way earlier, however sleep eventually caught up to her, her body exhausted despite the prior nap. Carmen slept peacefully, unperturbed by the dreams of subjugating her entire school, or the erection she sported throughout the evening. It had fortunately faded as morning came.

"What's the rush?" Ryuka asked as Carmen rushed about her room.

"We humans have a little something called school, and if I don't leave in five minutes I'm gonna be late." Carmen explained, though she had no idea why she was so flustered at the thought of being late, given how lax her school in its punishments for such minor indiscretions. Even so, she didn't stop moving as she manoeuvred her genitals so that her panties weren't suffocating her testicles.

"School, huh? Sounds dull, well, I'll be here if you need me. Oh, and be careful around that Dakota girl." Ryuka off handedly, turning onto her side and falling asleep before Carmen could ask anything. The human knew Ryuka couldn't be seen by others, as her mother had come in that morning to wake her up, before dashing off to walk Melody to her school. Carmen sighed in mild frustration, but didn't make any attempt at waking the Seikogami, instead she ran from her room, the Futa Note in her hand, and sprinted to school.

Carmen panted lightly as she took her seat. Her stamina was above average, so the sprint wasn't as taxing to her, but it still left her somewhat exhausted, as such she focused on calming her breathing. The teacher came in and half heartedly called the class to order, which of course went unheard. Carmen took notes as diligently as ever, but soon felt as if someone was watching her. It was human reaction, that they instinctively know when they are being watched, even if they cannot see who or what is watching them, Carmen however, could clearly see the person watching her. Dakota paid no attention to the lesson or her friends, even as they chatted around her. No, the girl's eyes were locked on Carmen.

The natural born futanari ignored this and continued to take notes. However, her interest had been gained, not only by Dakota, but her friends. They were all far above average in looks, even if it was due to products. Carmen recognised Mary Thomas among, someone who had started out shy and withdrawn, similar to Carmen, however it wasn't long before she showed a different side of herself. Her hair was dark blond, clearly natural and tied back in a pony tail with bangs over her forehead. A look that one would not usually associate with bratty rich girls, but most didn't pay attention to her hair, being far too distracted by her... presentation.

Mary had either been blessed with perfect breasts, or she knew a back alley plastic surgeon. Her breasts had gone through three separate growths, each one as noticeable as the last, as she started out with breasts as small as Carmen's, however by the second year they were DD, then, in the same year, they were F cups. It only went on and on, and now the eight year old girl sported J cups that dominated her chest, straining every shirt she wore. A side effect of her obvious implants, was that her nipples were always erect, poking through her bra, when she decided to wear one, and her shirts. One might think that was all she could modify without her parents noticing, but that was wrong.

Mary had lips surgically designed to suck dick. They were full, pouting and always glossy, and yet they were perfectly proportionate to her face and were wonderful to look at. Carmen had even fantasied about them on more than one occasion. Her cheeks were slightly rounded, though only enough to make her look cute. Her eyes were a light blue that almost seemed to glow, framed as they were by her thick, dark lashes. Her skin was flawless as one might expect. Her waist and hips worked with her breasts, granting her the perfect hourglass figure.

Carmen couldn't tear her eyes away. She was ignoring Dakota, who seemed to believe Carmen was looking at her, as she turned her gaze away upon noticing the direction of the other girl's look. The futanari couldn't help herself, as images of Mary walking over to her, kneeling down and pulling down her pants. The whore's face would light up with delight at the sight of Carmen's cock and balls, before mashing them against her face. Carmen could practically see it happening, and even let out a low moan as her arousal increased, her cock growing hard against her panties, trying to escape. Fortunately, she realised what she was doing and managed to control herself.

What the hell did she do to me, Carmen questioned in silence as she reviewed her notes. She managed to keep her focus away from Mary and Dakota, but that was impossible when the bell rang for morning break, as Dakota walked over to her, much to the surprise of her friends.

"Hi, you're Carmen right?" She asked, no note of condescension in her voice, only a very subtle huskiness. Carmen looked at her in mild surprise and answered automatically.

"Yeah, that's me."

"I was wondering, um, if you would... like to go on a date with me?" Carmen stared at her in quiet shock. She was about to say no, but something stopped her, a sudden urge that couldn't be controlled.

"Not on a date," She said, to which Dakota's expression fell, but Carmen continued in a whispered tone, "At lunch meet me in the outdoor toilets, and make sure you're horny as fuck." Dakota was silent, but nodded before leaving to hang out with her friends, brushing aside their questions. Carmen sat back in her chair and tried to figure out why she had said that, and also why she had every intention of going through with it.

"Hmm, guess school's a bit more interesting than I thought." Ryuka said from behind Carmen, who jumped and looked back in fright.

"Shit, don't scare me like that," She said and stood, intending to use one of the on campus vending machines for a quick drink, "And I thought you said it sounded dull." Ryuka followed, her footsteps eerily silent even as Carmen watched from the corner of her eye. People seemed to make a wide arc around Carmen, as if they knew Ryuka was there, but obviously couldn't see her. No one was affected by the Seikogami's presence either, meaning only those who could see her were affected, Carmen thought as she fed the machine her money, selecting a diet coke.

"Yeah, but it was just as bad in your room. Seriously, use that money you've got and spice it up. Maybe a few pin-ups here and there, I could even use my power to make so you and I are the only ones who can see them." Ryuka offered, but Carmen ignored it. 

"Why did you say to watch out for Dakota?" She asked, walking back to the empty classroom.

"You must not have read the back cover." Ryuka stated, before continuing, "No matter who you write about in the Futa Note, they will be inexplicably, and completely attracted to you, or at first they will be. After a little while, it'll be infatuation, then a total submissiveness to the point where they won't be able to live without you. Though it is different from person to person." Ryuka explained, causing Carmen to stop in shock.

"I have to erase it then. Shit, if she finds out about what I did, she'll call the cops or... or... something." She said in a panic dropping her can of coke and shuffling through her bag for the notebook.

"Don't worry. Even if she found out about it, she'd only love you that much more. To her it'd be as if you freed her from a dream world, opening her eyes to her true reality, where you are everything." Ryuka told her, calm as ever. Carmen looked at her.

"Are you sure? She won't even hate the fact that I made her give my mum all of her money?"

"Of course not. You really think the Futa Note doesn't take all of these into account? You know it's a powerful object, one that even my kind have yet to fully understand, and we make the damn things." Ryuka explained further, intriguing Carmen.

"So you don't really know what its capable of? And how do you make them?" Carmen asked, curiosity replacing her former panic as she picked up her can and continued on her way.

"We don't really make them. When a Seikogami is born, the Futa Note forms within the first few months following the birth." Ryuka told her.

"Interesting, but you didn't answer my first question."

"The Futa Note has been around since my kind could fuck. All we know is what's written on the two pages at the front and back, beyond those, it's a mystery." Ryuka explained. Carmen pulled it from her bag and opened the last page, seeing the same black paper as the front. Those who use this notebook may alter their own bodies, so long as they have the permission of the previous owner of the Futa Note, or the notebook's Seikogami, Carmen read in her mind. So the notebook doesn't so much belong to the Seikogami, but rather the Seikogami belong to it, she thought in amusement. As she read, she found no words about what happens when a human picks it up or, as Ryuka had already explained, what happens if a Seikogami is written into the book. I'll have to test that one day, Carmen thought, grinning to herself.

The rest of the day went by smoothly enough. Dakota came over to Carmen to talk during class, something Carmen didn't mind, having already mastered the subject. As they talked, Carmen constantly found herself unable to hold back teasing comments, particularly about Dakota's dick and balls, though she wasn't so explicit. The transformed girl didn't care, or rather, she enjoyed it, if the slight increase in her subtle bulge was any indication. Just as the back page and Ryuka had said; The victim would be attracted to the owner, then infatuated, then whatever the owner wanted. Carmen couldn't resist the thought of Dakota kneeling before her, begging for pleasure.

The bell seemed to take forever to come, however it eventually did. Dakota jumped in excitement, rushing to the door and waiting for Carmen like an obedient puppy. The notebook had stated that the effects it had psychologically did vary from person to person, so did that mean Dakota was more of a submissive? Carmen grinned at the idea and even patted the girl on the head, something she blushed at, but didn't say anything about. The two walked out of the school building, heading to the outdoor restroom. Rumours of people sneaking into it and fucking often made most girls stay away, hence why Carmen selected it.

Dakota glanced around nervously as they entered. Unlike Carmen, who had been mostly ignoring the stairs they received, Dakota had constantly looking down, feeling the looks of surprise on her. In the restroom, which was empty as Carmen had expected, she immediately turned to her victim, walking over to her and placing a hand on her cheek. Dakota leaned into it, practically breathing in Carmen's scent, before she was taken by surprise as the futanari reached down with her other hand, and undid her tight belt. Dakota didn't deny her this, remaining still and letting Carmen do as she wished.

The natural born futanari grinned like a mad man as she pulled down Dakota's baggy shorts, promptly followed by her panties. Carmen stepped back and looked down with a grin, seeing the slowly growing hardness of Dakota's cock, the length already eight inches long with six more to go. Carmen took hold of it, her grip forcing the transformed futa to moan, the sound arousing as it increase with each shift of Carmen's grip, her hand stroking the growing length as it reached its full fourteen inches. Both girls couldn't take their eyes from it, Dakota's following Carmen's hand as it traversed the massive length over and over again.

"How does it feel... to have such a big, throbbing dick?" Carmen asked, moving her other hand to the futa's balls, each orb overfilling her palm as they pulsed with their production. The sac wasn't wrinkled as men's were, the skin smooth and somewhat leathery, almost feminine in a way, offset by the vein riddled cock.

"Oh god, it feels fantastic." Dakota moaned in answer.

"I can make it better." Carmen said under her breath and, without giving it further thought, she reached into her bag, laying by her side, and pulled out the Futa Note, alongside a pencil. She kept her right hand on Dakota's cock, stroking it in a constant rhythm while her left took to the notebook, writing as fluently as her right could, adding onto the previous entry. Dakota will grow another two prostate glands in her testicles, they will be far more sensitive than normal. Her testicles will expand another two inches, Carmen recited in her mind as she wrote it, never taking her gaze from the massive cock, twice the size of her own. The change didn't take effect as she had expected.

No matter, she thought and tried something she had been curious about. She pulled out an eraser and removed Dakota's name from the first entry, before writing it again, before the changes could be undone. Forty seconds later, the futa's knees buckled and she fell to the floor, her cock still on display to Carmen as she spread her legs, granting room for her growing balls all the while moaning in ecstasy. When the change had stopped, Carmen brushed her fingertip lightly against Dakota's balls, instantly hearing a loud cry of bliss from the victim as she came. Carmen aimed it away from her, instead dousing the transformed girl in her own seed.

Better take note of that, Carmen thought to herself as she put the notebook away. She didn't stop stroking, even as Dakota covered her shirt and face in a gallon of cum, the viscous fluid sticking to her like glue, so thick that it concealed her flushed skin. Dakota didn't care, her cries turning to pleasure gurgles as cum filled her mouth, the taste helping to prolong her climax. When she finished, Carmen could barely make out the shape of her face through the thick seed, however Dakota remedied the situation by shovelling all she could into her mouth with one hand, while the other went about taking her shirt off, rubbing any cum that had landed on her chest into her skin. Carmen stared with desire as the futa's modest bust came into view, encased in a plain pink bra.

Once Dakota had cleaned herself, she looked to Carmen. It was like she was indeed a well trained dog, awaiting its master's next command or a treat, something Carmen intended to give. She was a virgin in every sense of the word, and she had yet to truly mind this, her masturbation being more than satisfactory, however, looking at Dakota, so obedient and willing, the desire to lose her purity was all consuming. She stood and began to strip, revealing herself to another person besides her mother for the first time in her life, and watched the transformed futa's expression as she saw Carmen's erect cock straining against her panties. She didn't say anything, instead she reached out and removed the final piece of cloth.

Carmen looked at Dakota, as the futa gazed upon her cock. Neither said anything or moved, instead both awaiting the other to make the first move.

"Well, what do you think?" Carmen asked, finally breaking the silence. The desire to fuck still raged powerfully in her mind, however it was currently tempered by her nerves.

"It's beautiful." Dakota said, no hint of sarcasm in her voice. She caught Carmen's doubtful look and finally acted, moving forward until she was an inch away from the cock she lusted for, and took hold of it. Carmen let out a sharp moan of pleasure at the sudden touch, while Dakota went further, moving her other hand to cup Carmen's orange sized balls, weighing them in her hand and moaning to herself at the thought of the cum they must hold. Dakota took it further, opening her mouth and taking the tip inside, instantly lathering it in her tongue's affection, bringing Carmen to moan out in surprised pleasure, only to release a cry as Dakota suddenly took all six inches past her lips, pressing her nose against Carmen's crotch, where she breathed deeply. The moans she made at the scent vibrated through her throat, sending even greater sensations through Carmen's cock.

If it's this good already, how would it feel if I were bigger? She thought as Dakota pulled away, only to send her head forward once more, building up a slow rhythm only thrust herself back and forth rapidly, before slowing once again. Carmen let her head roll back, moving her hands to her small breasts, finding her nipples hard as her cock, and just as sensitive as she lightly pinched them between her fingers, all the while groping herself. Dakota kept a hand on Carmen's balls, rolling them in her palm while her free hand moved behind them, seeking out her most feminine quality, and finding it to both of their delight. Dakota ran her pedicured nails across Carmen's engorged lips, before focusing on her clit, peaking from its hood in need.

It wasn't long before Carmen felt the familiar pressure building. She'd cum more than enough to recognise the feeling and, despite telling Dakota through her constant moans, the submissive futa kept going, increasing her pace and moving her fingers away from Carmen's clit, seeking the entrance to her drooling pussy. She found it, her entrance heralding Carmen's climax, her pussy clenching around Dakota's twin fingers as her cock pulsed rapidly, releasing her copious cum into her victim's mouth and throat. Dakota swallowed it all eagerly, her moans turning to gurgles, but they conveyed her joy clearly, even as streams leaked from her full lips around Carmen's cock. The natural futa couldn't make a sound in her ecstasy.




Futa Note



It was nothing like when she masturbated. The feeling of a warm, experienced mouth around her dick far more stimulation than she had ever received before. Then she remembered yesterday, how much she came over and over all from simply blowing Ryuka and being splattered by her pre-cum. I want that again, over and over, she thought in lust. She let herself fall to the floor, Dakota making sure she stayed attached to Carmen's cock as it continued its climax. Carmen looked through lust glazed eyes, seeing her bag, the Futa Note peaking from the tip almost as if it were calling to her. Go ahead, her lust said to her, you can always change back right?

Another side of her, the logical one, made the argument that even Ryuka didn't know what the book could do. It had never been in the possession of a futanari before, what it could do was unknown. Carmen ran through what she knew in her mind, her orgasm finally coming to an end. There was nothing in the note to imply its abilities changed based on a person's gender, even if they were technically both, even if it did, would it really make it irreversible? She wanted to feel a pleasure as good as... no, she wanted more than that, she wanted to put the ecstasy she felt with a Seikogami to shame, to make Ryuka seem like an plebeian when compared to her sexual prowess. Even if it went too far, I can always reverse it, Carmen thought once again.

Dakota pulled away with a pop, licking her lips clean of Carmen's seed. She smiled up at the futa, who returned the gesture.

"Dakota, would you mind waiting in a stall for a couple of minutes please? I'll tell you when to come out." Carmen asked, wanting to keep the notebook a secret.

"Oh, a surprise?" She asked, standing up and heading for the nearest stall as requested.

"Something like that." Carmen answered under her breath, pulling out the notebook just as the stall closed, the sound of the lock echoing throughout the restroom. Carmen took a moment to think of what she wanted and began, muttering the words aloud as she wrote.

"Carmen Robins: cock size... eighteen inches, girth; eight inches. Ball size: the same as a grapefruit, cum production..." I've been doing a good litre or so, but I can guess if I can reverse it, Carmen thought and continued, "fifteen gallons. Further specifications: Her cock will have thick veins, to the point where they are felt by whoever she is having sex with. She will grow a second prostate, which will be in the right position to be perfectly stimulated through standard sexual intercourse. Her breasts will grow from her current size, to a..." Carmen paused, trying to think of what would look good on her, as before she didn't want to look like a bimbo who had gotten plastic surgery, or did she? Just thinking of having huge breasts was making her cock hard as stone, the thoughts of tit fucking herself making her moan in desire, "They will be F cups, with large one inch long nipples as thick around as a large thumb. Her breasts will be highly sensitive, to the point where she can orgasm through continuous stimulation of her breasts."

Carmen stopped there. Thoughts of so many different transformations ran through her mind, each one as tempting as the last, but she held them back. One at a time, she thought before checking her watch. She wasn't sure how long it took for the notebook to take effect, but she decided make sure she knew as much as possible about the Futa Note. The seconds ticked by, ten, twenty, thirty, until Carmen thought the note didn't work on herself, but, less than a second after the watch told her forty seconds had passed she was overwhelmed by a sudden pleasure. She let herself lay back, her hips thrusting into the air, while her hands stayed at her sides, as if her body knew not to interfere with the transformation in any way. Carmen raised her head up and watched with ecstatic joy as her body changed.

Her cock was the first to start. It grew to six inches in a mere heartbeat, her length visibly twitching with need. Carmen felt a tingling sensation in her testicles and breasts, knowing they were going to join in soon, while her cock began its transformation, gaining an inch with every other beat of her hammering heart. As it approached a foot in length, she felt her balls expanding against her legs, while a new weight began to form on her chest. Carmen cried out in bliss as her body changed, feeling as if she would cum any second, but, as the transformation continued, she didn't. Her body felt like one big erogenous zone, the mere feeling of the tiles on her skin was like a large dildo striking her g-spot. The best comparison she could think of, was last night with Ryuka.

Her cock fell under its increasing weight, falling between her growing breasts. She looked at it, the head travelling quickly across her chest to greet her chin, stopping only when it kissed her lips. Her tits were E cups now, rapidly approaching their written size. Carmen raised her arms up slightly, pressing them against her cock, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her lips, which turned into another as her breath brushed across her tip. The musk hit her then, almost clouding her mind with all consuming desire to satiate the magnificent beast she now possessed. She could feel her balls rubbing against her thighs and couldn't helping thinking of the seed they contained.

With her transformation finished, the stall door opened. Dakota stepped out in cautious desire, curious as to what caused the moans, which had in turn spurred her own as she masturbated her cock. Now, she saw a sight that only had her cock aching for the release she had denied it in the stall, even so her hands remained at her sides, clenching around air as if grasping imaginary penises. Her eyes took it in, her mind racing with questions, but each one was silenced before she could speak it. Carmen lazily looked at her, seeing the undisguised lust on the futa's face and grinning seductively, before lightly gesturing to her own cock, all eighteen inches of it. Dakota couldn't say anything as she fell to the floor, reaching out to grasp the cock she so desperately desired.

Carmen let out a low moan of approval, but also one of want. Dakota understood clearly, her lust hazed mind only able to comprehend such a desire, because it coincided with her's. Her fourteen inch phallus forgotten, Dakota shifted closer and lifted Carmen's dick from her chest, looking upon as if it were a priceless, religious artefact. She began to pump it with both hands, feeling each of the finger thick veins as clear as day. Carmen continued to moan in delight, but the sound was far from ecstatic, something Dakota almost took offence at. Wanting to hear the pure sounds of bliss she'd heard before, Dakota moved closer and opened her mouth, placing it over the head. Without only a seconds hesitation, she took the tip inside.

It was hard to say when her lust had taken over. Dakota could remember when she had grown her cock, how scared she was, but also the intense pleasure. She'd always had a fascination with anal play, and the transformation was enough to inspire to try something. As she grew her new organ, she came and came, her finger buried to the knuckle in her ass, the tip stimulating something new, and yet completely amazing. As soon as her cock and balls were formed, Dakota was cumming like a fountain, resulting in her messy room being doused in a paste thick coating of cum, only for layer upon layer to be added. After it was done however, she was afraid, and yet completely, and utterly satisfied. Morbid curiosity had led to more and more climaxes, each as powerful as the first.

Even now, she was afraid. Who wouldn't be? After growing a massive cock, which far outmatched any Dakota had seen in her young life, even shaming the most notorious of male porn stars, combined with a pair of balls that were bigger than her hands could hold, she could be the most amazing lay for any size queen. The only issue was the sheer fact that she was a girl, a woman, female, something meant to give birth, not inseminate. However, the moment she had laid eyes on Carmen, she felt happy about her cock, so far that she was moments away from telling her friends about it. And now, she was trying to deep throat Carmen's own dick, and there was only one thing that could make her happier.

However she didn't act upon it yet. She was content at that moment, moaning at the taste of Carmen's cock, feeling it completely filling her mouth as she struggled to take it further. Dakota breathed heavily through her nose, groaning from the powerful musk of the cock she was so enamoured with, the scent and burning lust fuelling her desire to please it. Carmen chose that moment to assist, reaching up and placing a hand on Dakota's head, stroking the long, brown waves gently, before gripping tightly and pushing her down. Dakota couldn't resist, her gags and tight throat not enough to stop Carmen, who moaned loudly in delight, feeling more of her cock being enveloped in the girl's drooling maw. Only when Dakota pushed back did Carmen stop her advancement.

The two futanari fought against the other. Dakota, in a need to breathe and better pleasure the throbbing cock, on the other hand, Carmen strained her arms to pull down, bringing her free hand up and increasing the force. Neither gave way, even as Dakota's her vision began to blur from the reflexive tears caused by her powerful gagging, having never taken a cock even half as large as Carmen's into her throat. She was running out of air as well, darkness creeping at the corners of her sight, however she couldn't stop moaning and grunting in pleasure and effort respectively. Carmen meanwhile thrust her hips up, succeeding in forcing another three inches into Dakota's resisting throat.

As Carmen felt herself winning, she noticed Dakota's eyes. She felt no concern for the tears streaming from them, however the eyes were rolling back into her head, and not from all consuming pleasure. Carmen released Dakota, who promptly pulled away, freeing her throat and oesophagus of the massive obstruction. She coughed and took several deep breaths while Carmen reached for the Futa Note, struggling to hold herself back as her lust raged like a wildfire. Dakota will be able to take anything into any orifice, which will stretch as necessary, but not without great pain and great pleasure, she will also be able to breathe no matter what, Carmen added to Dakota's entry, before shrugging and adding; her lips, mouth, tongue and anus will be just as sensitive as her pussy. She put it back just as Dakota recovered, only to cry out in pleasure as she breathed.

The air travelling into her mouth, then out again was like a fine caress to her pussy. She could even feel a pleasurable tingling coming from her rear, the occasional breeze brushing against her ass, her shapely cheeks doing their best to shield it. Carmen grinned at this and put her hands back on Dakota's head, the futa dazed by the sudden pleasure simply breathing gave her, as she was pulled back to Carmen's spit slicked cock, taking nine of the eighteen inches with ease, her pussy gushing with pleasure while her cock spurted a thick stream of pre-cum. Dakota couldn't stop herself, she didn't need Carmen to force her anymore, the ecstasy she felt now overwhelming her base instincts as she forced inch after inch into her body. Carmen's moans increased as Dakota neared the base.

The futa couldn't stop herself. She could breathe, her body felt alight with pleasure and best of all, she could see the face of the one she now adored, her eyes closing as her lips parted to release pleasured moans for more. Dakota had no intention of disappointing as she dove down further, feeling her nose meeting Carmen's crotch, the scent of both her masculinity and sweet body wash clashing beautifully. Having accomplished her goal, Dakota began to pull back, traversing the majestic length until only the head remained in her mouth, where she lathered it in her tongues affections, before plunging down once more to take all eighteen inches into herself. Carmen's moans turned to cries as a familiar pressure built.

Dakota was nearing her own release. She could feel pre running down her cocks length, occasionally spurting to land on Carmen's body, a puddle growing rapidly as her pleasure escalated. However the larger futa didn't pay it any mind, focused on her pleasure as she was. Dakota adjusted her knees, attaining enough balance that she could thrust her mouth up and down without her hands stabilising her, letting her move them freely. One went to Carmen's massive balls, each orb far bigger than Dakota could hope to hold in a single hand, however the other was busy as she groped Carmen's massive chest, feeling the long, hard nipples poking into her palms. She couldn't believe how soft they were, despite being so impossibly huge, especially on a girl like Carmen.

The added stimulation had Carmen crying out. Her cock pulsed rapidly, something Dakota didn't miss as she took it too the hilt and held, before pulling away with a powerful suck. She took a deep breath, just as Carmen's first shot was unleashed, and dived back to the hilt, feeling the spray dousing her throat so powerfully it backfired into her mouth, letting her taste it. That was her last straw, as she joined the one who had given her such pleasure, crying out in ecstasy around Carmen's cock as both of their dicks released a torrent of cum, Dakota's spraying forth to cover Carmen, while the larger futa's unleashed its entire fifteen gallons into Dakota's stomach. Neither could form words, moaning or screaming in their ecstasy.

Dakota ran dry long before Carmen, who had long since forced the other futa's stomach to inflate. Even in her bliss, Carmen could feel the skin pressing against her cum slicked flesh, enjoying the sensation as Dakota's belly pressed into her, even as it expanding more with every powerful influx of her seed. No stretch marks appeared, despite the rapid stretching of her skin. By the time Carmen was finished, Dakota sported a stomach that made her look ready to drop twins, the perfect dome soft to the touch, despite appearing firm with the skin stretched completely taut. Carmen pushed Dakota away, freeing the futa's throat and letting loose the flood.

Dakota fell to her side. Her hands cradled her swollen belly, almost as if she were indeed pregnant, before the pressure in her stomach forced the inhuman amount of cum to rise, gushing from her lips and nostrils in thick streams. Carmen paid her no mind, knowing she could breathe and was no doubt enjoying the experience as much as she possibly could, at least without further alterations via the Futa Note. The larger futa, her cock still hard as stone, with drops of cum still clinging to her tip and shaft, stood with her dick trained on Dakota, who's eyes locked on it. They were glazed over with lust, however they regained intelligence upon figuring out Carmen's intention, before rolling back in another powerful orgasm, her cock unleashing another load to better coat the floor. Carmen knelt down and aimed her cock at Dakota's dripping pussy.

Neither said anything, opting to release dual cries of pure bliss as Dakota came again, her cock spewing even more cum, while Carmen basked in the feeling of losing her male virginity. Dakota's higher brain functions shut down, leaving only instinct and pleasure, as she attempted to push herself back against Carmen, seeking to force more cock into her pussy, however her body refused her, the orgasms having drained her completely, leaving her a moaning, slobbering, twitching mess, albeit a hot mess. Carmen knew what she wanted however, and continued to press forward, sinking the head in, swiftly followed by the shaft. To her surprise, she came to a barrier, far earlier than she had expected, and soon realised it was Dakota's virginity.

"Shit, you're a virgin. Considering who you hang out with... ah, fuck it. You can't even understand me right now." She said and simply pulled back until her tip barely remained inside, before thrusting forward with all the strength she could muster, ripping through the offending barrier and striking the cervix in one move. She repeated the action, taking her time as she felt Dakota adjust to her size, the insensate futa cumming with every thrust, her organs working overtime to let her climax as the Futa Note dictated. Carmen pulled out and rammed back in, this time slamming into Dakota's cervix and battering it aside, sinking into her womb. Another fifty litres, or 10 gallons, covered the floor.

Carmen could hardly formulate words in her mind. The experience was almost indescribable, every single in her body was alight with pleasure, her cock the centre of it all. She would have preferred if Dakota had remained intelligible, rather than a gibbering, moaning cum fountain, however the feeling of her pussy contracting around her cock was more than enough to urge her on. Carmen turned Dakota onto her back, the insensate futa's stomach still slightly inflated with Carmen's seed, while her cock continued to unleash an endless wave of cum, her orgasms fading into one another. Carmen felt warmth around her ankles now, and knew the floor was out of space, but only found it aroused her further.

"You know, you should be more careful with your stuff." Ryuka said from behind her. Carmen turned her head to see the Seikogami, holding her bag with drops of cum falling from it. Despite this, the human futa couldn't stop herself and continued to leisurely thrust into Dakota's pussy. Ryuka grinned and sat down, dipping a hand into the sea of cum and brining it back up, licking the contents and swishing it around in her mouth, as one would a fine wine.

"Hmm, not bad. Gotta say, the Futa Note's really amazing, even makes a humans jizz taste pretty good. Though, I'm surprised at you, Carmen," Ryuka said, uncaring that Carmen was fucking someone in front of her, if anything her cock twitched in desire to join in, "I didn't actually think you'd use the notebook on yourself, given the warning." Carmen stopped moving and looked confused at the Seikogami.

"What warning? I didn't see any warning." She said, slightly worried now, knowing that the Futa Note was a strange thing with powers even gods didn't understand properly. Ryuka chuckled darkly, and looked into the notebook, turning to the back cover. Her brow furrowed in confusion when she didn't see what she had expected.

"Huh, guess this one's defective or something. Most of them have a warning: that a owner cannot erase what is done to themselves, at least not without the power of a Seikogami." Ryuka explained, to which Carmen's eyes went wide in horror. The god chuckled again and turned to the page Carmen wrote in, raising it to the futa, "Go on, try and erase it. Here ya go." She said and handed Carmen an eraser. She took it with a shaking hand and tried to erase the entry she had made concerning herself, but nothing happened. She rubbed as hard as she could, but to no avail.

Dakota, despite her state, noticed Carmen's lack of movement. She mustered all of her strength, having regained some during her brief respite, and began to grind herself against Carmen, whose cock remained completely sheathed in her pussy, the muscles instinctively clenching around it in an attempt to milk the sperm from it. Carmen's lust flared once more, robbing her of fear as she returned to the act. Ryuka smirked and put the Futa Note back in the bag, placing it on a sink, before joining them, her cock growing erect almost instantly the massive tip pressing into Carmen's legs. The futa looked back again, surprised lust on her face.

"D-d-don't..." She barely whispered.

"What was that, dear?" Ryuka asked, taking hold of her own cock and rubbing against Carmen's inner thighs, occasionally passing over her drooling pussy and large balls. Carmen stuttered madly, struggling to voice her opposition to losing her virginity in such a fashion, however her mind, or rather her lust, screamed for Ryuka to fuck her. The Seikogami knew this, grinning with desire grunted lightly, actually forcing a small spurt of her pre-cum to douse Carmen's soaked cunt. This was all the futa could take, throwing her head back and crying out in orgasm as she gave in to her overwhelming desire, filling Dakota's womb until it visibly inflated once more, growing once more to look ready to drop twins, however Carmen was far from done. The human futa returned her gaze to Ryuka.




Futa Note



"Fuck me" That was all she could say before the Seikogami did as she said, shoving her four and a half foot cock into her cunt, the pre coating the dick, combined with the ecstatic stretching to her cunt, sent Carmen into another orgasm, doubling the size of Dakota's stomach, now pressing against the floor, forcing it to fill out at the sides. As Ryuka continued to sink more of her godly length into the futa, one could see the shape through Carmen's flesh, the skin being stretched taut around the obscene size. The Seikogami began to thrust slowly, retreating only a few inches at a time, before forcing half a foot into Carmen, who's body mimicked Ryuka's movements, thrusting only a few inches at a time, even as she came, seemingly without end. Dakota for her part, was still breathing even as her body only experienced the occasional spasm, the ocean of cum continuing to rise in her constant bliss. The three continued in that fashion, Ryuka gradually sinking all of her gigantic cock into Carmen.

The human futa was beyond words at that point. As with the previous day, she was cumming again and again, her balls never emptying. However, while her body was unable to do much more than thrust and cum, Dakota's stomach eating space, forcing her to go up now as gallons after gallons of cum fills her, hardly any managing to leak from her pussy, both from the thickness of the fluid, and Carmen's cock plugging the orifice. Ryuka chuckled and moaned at the sight, having finally hilted her dick inside Carmen, who managed to regain enough cognitive function to see this, before throwing her head back once more in yet another climax. As they continued, Ryuka approached her own climax, once again filling her balls to their previous enormity and setting up the same barrier as yesterday.

When Ryuka released her own cry of orgasm, Dakota was eye level with Carmen. The two regained enough cognitive function to see this, Carmen laughing through her endless cries at the sight, before another gush of Ryuka's cum inflated her stomach massively, to the point where it was half the size of Dakota's. The Seikogami had joined them in their blissful cries, basking in the orgasm as she was meant to. Eventually, Carmen's continuous stream of orgasms brought Dakota far to high for the cock to remain inside, releasing a massive flood of semen even as Carmen continued her orgasm. The sea of cum was climbing up their shins, rising even quicker due to the addition of Carmen's ongoing climaxes.

As time passed, the amount of cum Ryuka unleashed into Carmen forced her stomach to push Dakota away. The futa could feel her stomach, now big enough to fit herself and Dakota at this stage, submerged in the rising river of seed, actually sinking to the bottom to hit the tiles. The dimensional barrier stayed in effect, allowing the ocean to rise and Carmen to inflate without risking injury to themselves or the restroom itself. As Ryuka's orgasm came to an end, roughly thirty minutes after it began, she removed herself from Carmen and whistled at the sight, all the while wading through the thick ocean of cum.

"Humans are so... interesting." She said with a joyous grin as Carmen came one last time, before completely passing out atop her truly enormous stomach, easily big enough to fit an elephant, or two... or maybe three. Ryuka wasn't sure, however it made her giggle.