4 comments/ 14967 views/ 27 favorites Futa World 03: Research/Developments By: Lara_Longstaff WARNING! Unrealistic penis sizes ahead! Read at the risk of your own sanity! Copyright 2015 Lara Longstaff All Rights Reserved ***** Chapter 3: Research and Developments "I can't believe you let this situation get so out of control, Sheila," the wizened old professor poked a bony finger in the air. "Wentford University no longer requires your services, needless to say. After the size of the settlements we've had to pay to the families of the young women you have affected, and the hell I've personally gone through to keep the media out of this mess, I really have no choice!" The old man's voice shook with rage. "But Doctor Mulligan," Sheila tried to protest. The president of her university cut her off with a hiss and an abrupt slashing motion of his hand. "The matter is not open for discussion. Gather your personal effects from your office. All your research and equipment, of course, belong to the University. We'll mail you the required papers to your home address. Good day!" he sat down, adjusting his waistcoat with a loud snort. "Well, I..." Sheila let out a heavy sigh of defeat. It was no use. Her rush to get her drug discovered had proved to be one giant cock-up. She almost giggled as she turned and walked from her boss's office. He was wrong about a few things. None of the girls who'd participated in the trial two months ago were unhappy. It was their families who had sued, often over the very girls' protests. Just as importantly, she'd filed a new patent application under her own name, no mention of Wentford. Her original concept was for the stimulation of the female libido. Her new claim was for "cosmetic genetic enhancements." She took a moment to collect herself as she shut the president's door behind her. She'd dressed her best for this meeting, in a long, conservative maxi skirt, a dark blouse with a high neck and long sleeves, and even sensible flats. Her dark brown hair was pulled into a tight bun at the nape of her neck, and she shook it free into a loose ponytail. She'd need to go home and change; Her clothes weren't exactly summer wear. She pulled her cell phone from her purse and dialed her girlfriend. It still made her blush to think of Melinda Taylor, her young redheaded lab assistant, as her girlfriend, but it was so. Once word had spread around campus, the tiny graduate student's boyfriend, a big testoserone-laden jock, had put two and two together. It turns out he didn't like the idea of sharing Melinda with another woman, at least, not with another woman who happened to have a penis nearly three times the size of his own! Melinda had once gushed about how great a guy Josh was, but she hardly seemed affected by the break up. She even joked about not having to worry about "faking it" anymore. In a week Sheila had invited her to move in. "Hey Boss, what's up?" the ever-cheerful girl said as she answered. "Yeah, it happened, I got fired," Sheila confirmed as she walked briskly through the nearly deserted building. "Aw, that sucks, Sheila! What's our next move, then?" Melinda was ever optimistic. It made Sheila smile. "First, I'm meeting with that reporter from New York. Wentford wants to keep this story under its hat, but I think our drug has real potential, and the public needs to know about it. After that, I'm calling James," she said decisively as she got into her compact little car. "James, huh? Your old boyfriend?" Melinda asked carefully. Even through the phone, Sheila could tell the girl was wary. She could understand the feeling. Until Sheila had taken the mutagen that altered her DNA and caused her to grow a truly stupendous set of male genitalia, both women had been more or less completely straight. Sheila herself had fretted that Melinda's affection to her boyfriend Josh would interfere with their growing relationship. Until the boy dumped her anyway. "Yes, that's the one," Sheila started her car, holding the phone tucked between her shoulder and ear. "Don't worry, honey. I love you and nothing is going to change that. But James and I go way back and he's Big Pharma now. I need someone like him if we're going to get this drug into production! You do still want to get rich, don't you?" "Yeah, totally! And don't forget, people need this drug. Think of all the horny unsatisfied women out there who haven't experienced a cock like yours!" Melinda giggled through the phone, and Sheila could almost see the tiny, pixie-like girl grinning wickedly. "You're damn right, my sweet!" Sheila laughed. "I'm on my way home, see you soon!" "Okay, Sheila, I trust you," Melinda said. "And I love you too, you great big sexy nerd!" the girl ended the call with a giggle. The curvaceous brunette couldn't feel disappointed, despite just losing her position and all hope of returning to academia. She was young, a long way from forty, was sitting on a medical breakthrough that could revolutionize human sexuality, and she had the cutest, sweetest, sexiest girlfriend a well-hung dyke could ever hope for! *** "So that's what really happened? It wasn't just an internet hoax?" Karen Olenka's green eyes went wide as Sheila studied the pretty blonde's face. She was the reporter old Doctor Mulligan had mentioned the night before. Sent all the way from New York to investigate crazy internet rumors about a gender-bending experiment gone wrong in the Midwest. She was about Sheila's own age and height, with a lean, athletic body and a thick mane of golden blonde hair. She was quite pretty, and like Sheila and Melinda, had dressed in a light top and shorts that left her shapely legs bare. The summer was stiflingly hot, and Sheila had a hard time controlling her dark eyes. They wanted to roam all over the woman's body and take in every graceful line and curve. Sheila looked to her side, where sexy little Melinda sat curled on her chair with her bare feet tucked up under her tiny bottom. It was a casual meeting in the reporter's hotel suite, and the three of them sat around a small round table. They'd taken their time, explaining the experiment, the science behind the drug, and its astounding side effects in great detail. Karen was attentive, sharp, and professional, but her questions always probed deeper for details. Sheila found herself liking the forthright young blonde for more than her pretty face and sensuous body. Sheila's deep brown eyes met her lover's sparkling blues. "It was no hoax, Miss Olenka," Sheila confirmed. "Nope," Melinda shook her head and winked. "You can totally see why the crusty old dudes at the University would try to keep it all hush hush. I mean, when a hundred girls just suddenly sprout big-ol lady-pleasers!" "Wentford gave them a hundred thousand dollars each, but they had to sign a strict non-disclosure clause," Sheila explained. "To protect their dignity, of all things." "The gag order would explain why no one will talk with me. That's not unusual when cases get settled out of court like this. But still, the rumors I've heard have been pretty hard to swallow!" Karen frowned. "You aren't kidding!" Melinda tittered. Sheila had to laugh at her girlfriend's youthful sense of humor. She was only twenty-four after all. She felt a pang of regret. The girl was extremely bright, despite her silliness. She'd had a promising future before joining her fortunes with Sheila. Still, she knew lots of ways to make it up to her! "Look, the story is intriguing. It would mean a lot to the transgender community if a more satisfactory way to transition women into men were developed. I can't just take your word for it though. I mean, you make pretty bold claims!" Karen said. "I understand. You need proof, better proof than hazy pictures online and a few tweets. That's simple enough, I can show you." Sheila stood and took a step back from the table. "What, like right here?" Karen leaned back in her chair, surprised. "That's my cue!" Melinda jumped to her feet as well, slipping her tiny toes back into her flip flops. "Give me a call when you're ready for me to pick you up, Boss!" Sheila bent to kiss the much smaller woman deeply, lifting her off her feet as she cradled her in her arms. "I'll miss you, baby," she said. "And you don't have to keep calling me Boss, you know!" She carried the girl to the door of the hotel room, wanting to say her goodbyes with some privacy. "I know, but I like to. It's sexy!" Melinda laughed and wiggled free. She leaned close before leaving and whispered. "Look, if things happen, I understand! Go for it." "What, really?" Sheila was surprised. "You got funny when I talked to James..." "It's different. He has something I don't have." "Ah, well I assure you, what he has is of no interest to me, not anymore!" Sheila chuckled and kissed Mel's button nose. "I love you honey, and I'll see you soon. Well, soonish anyway!" Both women watched the tiny redhead wave and saunter out of the hotel room. "You two make a cute couple," Karen said. She seemed to relax a bit, after that display of affection. "If it's not too personal a question, may I ask if you two were lovers before the experiment as well?" "No, actually. Both of us were very straight." Sheila grinned. It seemed so long ago, now! How could she have missed how wonderfully sexy other women were? She must have been half blind before taking her mutagen! Now, even the thought of giving head to a man made her shiver in disgust, even though she'd once loved it. She must have been nuts! "Wait, I thought you said you used only yourself as a guinea pig. Did Melinda try the mutagen too?" Karen asked, her delicate eyebrows furrowing over her big smoky eyes. "No, she's still a normal woman. That doesn't mean she doesn't blame me for making her gay," she shrugged and winked. "Not that she really minds." "Okay," Karen shook her head. "Either you guys are pulling one over my eyes or this is something I just have to see!" "No time like the present," Sheila nodded and quickly wiggled out of her baggy cargo shorts. She had to wear loose fitting shorts and pants now. Tall and fit, her tanned body was lushly curved. Her heavy breasts filled out her white tank top. Her hips flared out below her slim waist and her legs tapered smoothly down to her delicate ankles and feet. She'd taken to wearing panties three sizes too large now, and stitching the waistband tighter. She needed more room up front. Her blue bikini panties swelled out before her, hanging down between her thighs in a massive pendulous bulge. "That's ridiculous!" Karen whispered, her green eyes bulging. "Just wait," Sheila laughed and slipped her panties down to her ankles. Her cock flopped free as she stepped out of them, swaying back and forth. She could feel the weight of it, and of her apple-sized balls, pulling at her torso. She'd measured her flaccid size too, for science of course! Twenty-nine centimeters, or eleven inches, of soft cock was bigger than the erections of all but a handful of men in the world, and the veiny, pink-tipped organ certainly made quite an impression on the young reporter. "That grew overnight?" the blonde asked incredulously. She stood up and took a tentative step toward the dark-haired scientist. Sheila watched her closely, her nostrils flared slightly as she sucked in deeper breaths. Her pupils began to dilate. Her creamy skin flushed slightly, especially around her neck. Her nipples stood out under her shirt. Girls from all over campus had reported a similar reaction when confronted by female penises. Sheila had thought pheromones might be involved, but the response was clearly from visual stimuli. Perhaps it was an ancient, instinctive response, buried deep in human DNA. She'd have to investigate more. In the mean time, she had a beautiful blonde gazing lustily at her cock, and it started to respond. "I like to think of myself, and the test participants as members of a new gender. Phallic women. Melinda likes to call me a dickgirl," she laughed. "But that sounds so unscientific." She reached down and stroked her mammoth girl-cock to life. She planted her feet wider on the hotel room's carpets as blood rushed to fill her rampant sex. At a full seventeen inches, Sheila was extremely proud of it. It was, after all, longer and thicker than any human's cock had ever been until she developed her mutagenic drug. "You aren't thinking of marketing this to transmen, are you? I mean if you find a drug company willing to bring it in to production?" Karen inquired. Sheila could tell how turned on the woman was now, she was staring and licking her lips. Even so, her penetrating mind had questions! She liked that about the girl. "No, actually. I'm thinking there might be a market among lesbian and bisexual women looking for a new way to improve their sex lives. And their chances with straight women," Sheila smirked and took a step forward. Her dark pink cockhead, throbbing with need, was mere inches from Karen's face now as the blonde reporter had bent to look closer. "Why would a straight woman be interested?" Karen asked, her voice low and hushed. Sheila could see her hands twitching at her side. She was fighting the urge to get a feel of her, all she needed was a little nudge. "Are you straight, Miss Olenka?" Sheila asked. "I'm sorry if the question is personal, but you did ask the same of me and Melinda. Turn about is fair play, don't you think?" She pushed her hips out slightly as the fingers of both her hands made a tight ring just below her cockhead. It took both hands to encircle her she-beast! "Yes, I'm engaged, actually," the blonde blushed and looked up at the scientist hastily. "We'll see," Sheila said softly. She guided the knob of her cock to the young woman's mouth, dragging the silky smooth flesh across her lips, leaving them sticky with precum. She should really stop right there, and she knew it. The woman had a fiance who loved her, after all! But she was so pretty, and the brunette was convinced she could give this young woman the best fuck of her life! "What the hell?" Karen gasped, standing up straight. She licked her lips. "You, you shouldn't...wow you taste pretty good!" she blushed. Sheila tossed her glasses on the table and swooped in. The blonde was hesitant at first, but as the lusty scientist kissed her, her tongue sliding over her lips softly before slipping inside, the young woman moaned and began to kiss back. Their hands roamed all over each others bodies as Sheila's massive cock throbbed against Karen's stomach. Sheila yanked the blonde's shirt over her head and dove down to lick and suck at her nipples. Her breasts were fair sized, larger than Melinda's but smaller than her own. Her nipples were long, and so pale they nearly matched the soft skin of her body. "You should really stop, I'm going to be married in a month!" Karen whined. She didn't pull away though. In fact, her hands found the top of Sheila's head, pushing her lower. "We'll see," Sheila repeated as she dropped to her knees. She quickly unbuttoned the woman's shorts and pulled them, and her lacy white thong, down in one smooth motion. Her brown eyes widened as she got her first look at Karen's sex. The woman didn't trim or shave at all, but the hair between her legs was so fine and pale it seemed almost white! Her cock lurched, spurting a heavy wad of precum onto the carpets between their legs. She had no interest in cock these days, but pussy was another matter! She pushed her pretty face between the woman's slim thighs, her tongue and lips burrowing into her delicate pink folds. "Oh God!" Karen shuddered, leaning back on the table and spreading her legs wider for the lusty brunette. Her soft hairs tickled Sheila's nose, but that pussy was dripping. She scooped out her copious juices before opening her wet lips and circling her tiny clit furiously with her tongue. She cupped the reporter's firm little ass as she licked away. The moans and whimpers of pleasure she caused filled her with lust. She loved giving women pleasure, she'd discovered, and she was better equipped to do just that than any man ever born! "Cumming, cumming, OH!" Karen screamed. She gripped the edge of the table so hard her knuckles turned white. Sheila pressed on, licking even faster, her tongue flat against the little fleshy hood and sliding up and down as she pressed her face as firmly as she could. The blonde jerked under her ministrations, her orgasm seeming to stretch on and on as her sweet tangy juices coated Sheila's chin and neck. "You have a wonderful pussy, Miss Olenka," she smirked as she rocked back on her heels, looking up at the slinky blonde. Her round breasts heaved as she panted, her pretty face was flushed and her smoky eyes glassy from the pleasure the brunette had given her. "I can't believe I just let another woman eat me out," Karen said, shaking her head. She smiled ruefully down at the brunette. "But what about your big girl-cock?" she asked playfully, rubbing a small bare foot against the side of the throbbing column of flesh. "Climb onto the bed and spread your legs, Miss Olenka, and find out!" Sheila winked. She stood up, slapping her heavy truncheon of a cock against the woman's flat stomach. "I really shouldn't," Karen said, but belied her words by laying back on the huge hotel bed and spreading her long, glorious legs wide. "I mean, what if you break something?" she giggled nervously. "Melinda is five-foot-one, and she can handle it all! I have faith!" Sheila grinned as she slid onto the bed between Karen's legs. She pulled off her tank top and bra, letting her big, bouncy breasts sway free. She sighed as she caressed them for just a moment before getting down to business. She lined her cock up with the woman's wet pussy. Her rosy cockhead pushed through the platinum hair before burrowing lower, finding her sodden folds. Karen propped herself up on her elbows, watching as Sheila as she prepared to fill her. "This is insane. I can't believe I'm about to do this," the blonde moaned. She rotated her hips upward ever so slightly, helping the brown-haired scientist get into position. "Actually, it's not insane at all. Highly rational!" she winked down at the reporter and began to push. It had been a while since she'd first fucked her assistant, but she remembered the day well. Gentle, steady pressure should do the trick! She took her time, easing her massive cock past those lips and up into Karen's incredibly tight canal. Her cock was thicker than her own fist, but the young woman seemed to be taking her well. "I can feel you stretching me," she gasped. She reached down between her legs, rubbing her golden mound with long, delicate fingers. She shivered as she touched her clit. Sheila took the woman's hand and placed it on her breast. "No no, leave your clit alone, honey," she urged. "It'll just distract you!" She only had the head inside, and a sharp little twitch of her wide hips drove another three or four inches right behind it, likely filling the woman deeper than she'd ever had. "Fuck!" Karen screamed as she saw her flat belly swell obscenely from the girth of her monstrously thick tool. "My pussy! I can feel it opening up!" she panted. She moved her other hand to Sheila's breasts too, caressing them as she watched her body inflate. "Uh huh, lots more to go, Miss Olenka!" Sheila smirked. She pulled back, relishing the sensation of that sopping wet pussy sucking at her cock. She sank back in again, bottoming out with only half her stupendous shaft filling her tight snatch. She ground her hips into the girl, forcing her enormous cockhead into the back of her pussy. "Oh my GAWD!" Karen bucked on the bed, her toes making little fists in the soft comforter. She stared down at the dark-haired dickgirl working her pussy as if hypnotized, yelping as small, shocking little orgasms emanated from deep within. Futa World 03: Research/Developments "More of a Goddess, really," Sheila laughed. Her dark eyes narrowed in concentration as she set to work rearranging the blonde's pussy. Each sharp, deliberate thrust brought forth a moan of delight from the young woman. Each inward stab forced that pussy to open up a little further, accept her cock a fraction of an inch deeper. With Karen's hands clutching at her wobbling breasts, she gradually transformed her silky hot sex into a long, wet tunnel sized just right for giant girlcocks! She let out a long sigh of relief when she felt her huge balls slap against the woman's ass. "This feels so amazing!" Karen admitted between orgasms. Her once-flat belly sported a thick round ridge up the middle, all the way to her ribcage. Sheila paused, holding herself deep and moving her hips ever so slightly from side to side. The woman was gorgeous, and her cunt felt amazing as it quivered around every inch of her. Size wasn't her only advantage in the bedroom, however. She could fuck for hours between orgasms, and had yet to find her own limit on how many times her huge balls could pump yet another load out of her cock. She'd even fucked Melinda twice that morning, and here she was only a few hours later, ready to give this blonde an all-nighter! "Better than your fiance, eh?" Sheila asked. She pulled her cock halfway out and thrust deep before letting her answer. She did it again and again, making her scream in ecstasy. She grinned as she felt the woman's overstuffed pussy cum yet again around her. She held still again. "Well?" "You know it is, you fucking bitch!" Karen hissed. "I do, yeah," Sheila smirked. Despite the harsh words, the reporter certainly seemed eager to continue. She kneaded Sheila's breasts and wrapped her long legs right around her waist. The bed springs began to squeal in protest as Sheila took a deep breath and started to hammer. She not only loved pussy, and loved fucking women with her new cock, but she loved the fact that she was so damn good at it. Their moans and screams echoed into the night as Sheila drilled her on and on. She flipped the blonde over onto her hands and knees and fucked her doggy-style, holding her long blonde mane like reins. She pressed the reporter against the wall and filled her pussy with her first steamy load, straight into her womb as the blonde was pressed hard against the plaster. Her cock never flagging, Sheila had stretched out on the bed and let the enthusiastic young reporter ride her like a cowgirl. "I could fucking get used to this!" Karen moaned as her long, lean body flopped atop Sheila's lap. Her long blonde hair was darker and limp with sweat. Her full, round breasts bounced with each motion up and down. Sheila drank in the sight of her. Sweaty and exhausted herself, she held out as long as she could, but after hours of fucking, her second orgasm was inevitable. "Take it!" She grunted through clenched teeth, unable to say more as pleasure hit her like a punch in the gut. Her hands tightened on the woman's waist as she jabbed her hips upwards. Her cock jerked, and Sheila watched the girl's stretched and bulging belly swell even more. Her bloated balls tightened against her body as she fired a hot, sticky volley of girl-cum straight into the young woman's abused little womb. She may have already cum three times that day, but no one would have guess from the sheer volume of her cum. It splashed deep inside Karen's body, squelching as it oozed out around the base of Sheila's cock, soaking her balls and leaving a big white puddle on the hotel linens. "Oh Sheila!" Karen sighed in pleasure as she collapsed atop the busty scientist. They kissed and caressed each other tenderly as Sheila's huge cock slowly began to deflate inside her soaked, ruined pussy. "Feeling like a lesbian yet?" Sheila winked as she kissed the woman's soft cheek. "Yeah, actually," Karen blushed. "If you don't count the big cock stuffing me right now, anyway!" she laughed. "It still counts, Karen. It's a woman's cock, after all!" Sheila grinned. "So, I take it your story is going to put a pretty positive spin on this whole situation now?" "Oh you can count on that, Doctor Bennet!" Karen purred. She moved her body lazily atop the brunette, their silky skin sliding together erotically. "On one condition," she added. "What's that?" Sheila wondered. "You give me the names of your tests subjects. I can't wait while your drug goes through testing and FDA approval to get more of women like you!" The reporter blushed deeply as she said it, but her green eyes were bright with need. "Done." Sheila glanced at the diamond ring sparkling on the woman's finger. "What about your fiance?" she wondered. "Who?" Karen replied, pulling off the ring and tossing it to the floor. Sheila felt her cock stiffen once more, filling up the the young woman's pussy and squeezing more of her messy load out of her onto the bed. "We should really celebrate your newly discovered sexuality, Miss Olenka!" Sheila said with mock seriousness. That she'd so quickly affected the young woman's desires filled her with perverse pride and not a little pleasure. She should have felt guilty about breaking up what was probably a happy couple, but she wasn't. She was confident that she'd improved the reporter's life for good, her fiance be damned. In fact, she only felt the urge to find more women and do the very same thing! "Ready for round three?" "Oh yes, please!" *** Sheila had dressed her best for her meeting with James Avery. She wore a cute peach top with long sleeves and ruffles around the collar, a hip-hugging black skirt that showed plenty of thigh, and her tallest black pumps. Knowing that her old college boyfriend had a thing for them, she'd slipped silky black seamed stockings up her long legs, clipping the lacy tops to a garter belt that had lain in her chest of drawers for years. Her long dark hair fanned over her shoulders in rich chestnut waves. She'd taken extra care with her make up, her black eyeliner highlighting her brown eyes and deep red lipstick making her mouth look soft and kissable. She'd even worn contacts and left her glasses in her hotel. If this didn't get a rise out of the man, then he was dead! "Mister Avery will see you now, Doctor Bennet," the pretty young blonde secretary said. Sheila was glad she'd gone through the effort. The girl looked about twenty and her bosom seemed just about to burst from her white blouse. James always did like to be surrounded by beauty! His office sat near the top of one of New York's more famous sky-scrapers. Yes the man certainly had done well! "Thank you," Sheila said as she slipped past. Her tall heels clicked on the marble floor as she neared the massive, mahogany door. She heard a buzz and it swung open automatically. The interior office stretched before her, the rich dark carpets leading to the floor-to-ceiling window displaying the city's magnificent skyline. The furniture was stylish, with sleek lines and curves, almost art deco in style. The big desk stood empty. "Ah, I thought you might like a gin and tonic, just like the old days!" James said as he suddenly appeared at her side. A full bar was worked into the right-hand wall. He was a tall man, a few inches taller than her even with her four-inch stilettos giving her a boost. Three years older than she herself, he was just shy of forty, but didn't look it. His thick black hair swept back rakishly over his head, with only a hint of gray at his temples. His face split into a wide smile, making the ruggedly handsome man look quite the rogue. Those eyes of his were as intense as she remembered, icy and gray. He was keeping in shape, she realized. His three piece gray suit hugged his lean, athletic body. He had a drink in each hand, and held one out for her. "Oh thank you, Jim!" she smiled and took the gin and tonic. They used to drink the liquor stores dry of gin over the warm spring and summer months. "Jesus, it's great to see you again!" he said. He bent and gave her fond kiss on the cheek. He didn't linger, but the touch of his hand on her arm and the smell of his classic, clean aftershave made her tingle. He'd always known just what to do with those hands, not to mention his mouth. "It sure is!" she beamed. "Going to offer me a seat?" she arched an eyebrow at him. "Oh silly me, come on, pull up a chair, my dear!" he gestured to one of the two huge leather chairs laid out in front of his desk. "It's been what, ten years?" he asked. She nodded. Had it really been that long? "So, what brings you out of the fly-over states and out to the big smoke?" "Hard to believe isn't it?" she asked as she crossed her legs and took a long sip at the refreshing drink. It was a little strange to be having a drink at one o'clock in the afternoon, but what the heck, she was in New York! "It certainly is! Especially when you show up out of the blue with a PhD under your belt and still looking like the twenty-five year old graduate student I left behind." James smiled, but his eyes were tight. Did her regret his choice to move back east and join the workforce? "Water under the bridge, Jim," she said to reassure him. "Besides, I'm sure you're not lacking for company and I myself have finally found the right person." "Rubbing it my face are you?" he laughed. "I've had a few girlfriends. Nothing has stuck. We dated for what, three years? I haven't had a relationship last half that long." "That's a shame, Jim. You still make a mean gin and tonic, if that is any consolation." She looked around. "If you need any consolation, Mister Big Shot!" she winked. "Yeah, there's always money in drugs!" He laughed and drained his own highball. "What's the lucky guy's name? I'd like to meet him." "Guy? Oh," Sheila blushed and shook her head. "Girl you mean. Her name is Melinda." "Well I'll be son of a bitch!" James started. "Don't tell me you've gone and started batting for the other team now?" he said, incredulous. As well he might be. They had had a pretty steamy relationship back in the day. The man was a maestro between the sheets. She felt herself begin to stiffen in her panties. She crossed her legs tighter, hoping the pressure would keep her titanic organ in check. "I know it's hard to believe," she blushed. Thinking of herself that way always did make her feel a bit vulnerable. She couldn't deny the truth of it, though. "Not only am I in love with her, I'm in lust too. Reminds me of our time together, when we couldn't keep our hands off each other!" "If you came here to tease me, Sheila, you're doing one hell of a job!" he shook his head. Why did all men seem to be so fascinated with lesbians? She smiled wide. She was beginning to think it was one of their most endearing traits. "Not to tease you James. I've actually got a business proposition for you!" She set her drink down and tried her best to keep dirty thoughts out of her head. It wasn't easy, with this big hunk of a man staring at her and listening attentively. "Last I heard you were working on the female equivalent of viagra. Hell if you've made some progress in that arena I'll have my lawyers draw up a contract to get you a seven figure salary right now!" he offered enthusiastically. "Well, in a way. The drug I came up with does in fact greatly increase the libido of any woman who takes it. Permanently, as far as I can tell so far," she paused. "But there are side effects, pretty significant ones." "Hmm, well that is promising anyway. So you're still a ways away from the final product?" he sounded a bit disappointed. "Actually, I think the drug is perfect. The side effects aren't unwelcome. In fact, I intend on billing them as the drug's primary effect," she said carefully. "I should know, I tested the drug on myself, and I'm quite pleased." "Now you are teasing me. I really can't imagine you with a higher sex drive than you had when we were together," he chuckled. "Your girlfriend is a lucky woman!" "I'm lucky to have her too," she smiled. "You'd love her, she's the tiniest little thing, only comes up to my chin! And a redhead!" she winked. James had always had a thing for redheads. "Oh you minx!" he laughed and stood up. Were his tight gray trousers bulging a little? "You need to stop beating around the bush. What are the side effects?" "Probably better if I show you," she said slowly. "You might want to lock the door, Jim. I'm about to get naked in your office." "You know, you may have missed your true calling," the handsome man said as he strode to the door. He pushed his head outside. "Hold all my calls, Becky!" he called to his secretary before shutting and locking the door. "You're a very persuasive saleswoman, Sheila Bennet!" "That's Doctor Bennet to you!" She laughed as she unbuttoned her blouse. Karen Olenko had demonstrated her cock's hypnotic ability to seduce women, and Sheila was curious if it would have a similar effect on men. That's what she told herself as she folded her shirt and set it on the chair before freeing her big, firm breasts from their lacy black bra. Nothing to do with her being suddenly attracted to a man again! "Well, you've still got the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen, Doc," he chuckled. He took a seat once more, leaning on his hand and watching eagerly. "Why thank you, Mister Vice President in charge of Research and Development!" she giggled and turned her back on the man. She reached around to slowly undo the zipper that went halfway down the back of her tight skirt. "Oh, you can keep calling me Jim," he said. "Nobody does any more. I miss it." "Of course, Jim! But I have more to show you!" As her tight skirt fell to the floor and she kicked it away, she heard him gasp. Her garters must be framing her plump, round bottom quite nicely. She pulled her panties down next, keeping her legs as close together as she could manage. She sighed as her huge cock and balls flopped free in front of her. "I love the seamed stockings, Babe!" Jim drawled. "You look fantastic!" "Thank you, Jim! Now close your eyes," she looked over her shoulder. He shot her frown but closed his eyes. She turned and walked right up to where he sat until her swinging cock dangled inches in front of his handsome face. She cocked one leg to the side and put her hands on her hips. "Okay, open up!" Jim simply stared at her nearly naked body for a long moment. His jaw slowly went slack as his eyes went wide. He shook his head, as if to clear it, and looked up at her in astonishment. "Well, aren't you going to say something, big boy?" she teased. She wiggled her hips and her massive cock flopped around. It wasn't entirely soft, and half filled with desire, it hung at least a foot, nearly to her knees. She kept herself hair free, the base of her splendid cock and massive, dangling balls completely smooth. "Big boy? Fuck, Sheila!" Jim exclaimed. He sat back in his chair, as if fleeing from the sight of her cock. "That's one hell of a side effect!" "Yes I know," she shrugged. "It seems to have an effect on women too. I was wondering how men would react. Tell me, what do you think of my new dick?" She watched him carefully. Emotions played over his face, fear, disgust, curiosity. He loosened his tie and cleared his throat before answering. "Well, it's very impressive," he said diplomatically. "But it seems too large to be practical. You're lucky your girlfriend didn't run away screaming." "Oh she screams all right," Sheila laughed. She grunted delicately as she lifted her cock in both her hands. It drooped over her fists, thicker than her wrists. The red heart-shaped tip flared as blood pumped down the shaft. "That's why this really should be considered the drug's primary effect. It does increase women's sexual desire and satisfaction, but only indirectly. If you don't believe me, read tomorrow's headline in the Dispatcher. I made a believer out of their reporter Karen Olenko too." "You know, you're awfully smug," Jim teased. "Can you stop playing with that thing like that. It's getting bigger! And staring at me!" his normal baritone went up an octave. "Oh, you big baby!" she laughed and took two steps back. Was he going to get angry? Or was he just humiliated? She let her gaze drop to the snug crotch of his gray suit pants. She grinned. Nope, he was getting turned on! She pointed at his tenting erection. "I think somebody likes the look of the new me!" "Hey!" he crossed his legs quickly and blushed. "Sheila, you're as beautiful as ever, and wearing noting but a garter belt, hose, and heels! I'm only human for God's sake!" "As beautiful as ever, even with this?" she stroked herself a bit harder, pulling her cock up against her torso. She let him get a good look at just how long she was, her throbbing, fully hard shaft laying up against her belly, nearly reaching her breasts! "It's pretty strange, I'll admit," he said finally. "And it's quite a significant discovery, even if only a niche market may actually want to use your drug." "I'm not sure about that," she said thoughtfully. "With the right marketing, who knows? We have the potential to transform the whole human race here! Say goodbye to the old two-gender system!" She let her cock droop again. It bobbed between her stocking tops, pointing directly at Jim's own crotch as it was dragged down by its own weight. "You think?" Jim forced a laugh and scratched his head. "If women love it as much as you say they do," he shrugged. "Shit, it could mean the end of males as we know them!" he gulped. "Oh there's a sexy thought!" Sheila laughed and her cock lurched, a huge drop of precum forming at the tip. It slid over the pink knob and dangled down, slowly stretching toward the carpets. "Phallic women like me could be Males 2.0, the new and improved version!" "Hey!" Jim frowned, "That's not very nice!" "Think of it is as progress, Jim!" she said as she moved back toward him. She kicked off a shoe and rested her stocking-clad foot next to his hand on the arm of the chair. She lifted her huge tool, pointing right at his face. "Embrace progress, its good for you!" she urged him, her voice low and husky. His mouth would look so good- "Oh fuck it," Jim groaned and leaned forward. His soft lips made contact with her cock, and she shivered in delight. She mewled in pleasure as her handsome former boyfriend tentatively explored her new girl-cock with hands, lips, and finally tongue. He was already attracted to her, and she had dressed to seduce, playing to his weaknesses. Still, he was a straight man giving oral service to a cock, and that meant something! Her girlcock might not have quite the same power over women as it did men, but they certainly weren't immune! "Open up, Jim," she urged him as he slathered her cock with kisses. He nodded, staring up at her breasts as he opened wide and strained to force the head past his lips. His deep moan made his whole mouth vibrate around her, stimulating the sensitive nerves clustered around her cockhead. She fed him her cock, gently pushing more into his mouth. He gripped her tight with two fists, and not even his big hands could manage to completely encircle her girth. "Fuck you're good at this!" she cried in wonder. He seemed to know just where to suck to make her pant. His suction was perfect, slowly rising as she got used to the pressure building up on the tip of her girl-cock. Having one of his own was probably an advantage for him, she realized. She pushed a little deeper, and his throat opened up for her. "Shh, just swallow down on it, you'll be okay," she soothed as he started to gag. He pulled back as tears streaked down his cheeks. Not all the way though. He kept tonguing and sucking at the very tip. "Go at your own pace, Jim. I know you want to deep throat me," she said huskily. Futa World 03: Research/Developments He nodded up at her, groaning again. The humming sensation nearly made her cum right then and there as she felt the vibrations race along her shaft and up her spine. He tried again to swallow her, but gagged. He sucked in air sharply through his nose and on the third try, Sheila squealed in pleasure as his hot, sucking throat closed tight around her cock. "You're better at this than Melinda, and that girl loves sucking cock!" Sheila gasped in awe. The big man gripped her waist just above her lacy garter belt, exposing the full length of her shaft. Their eyes locked as he bobbed up and down, each down stroke brought his stretched lips another fraction of an inch lower. His throat bulged outward, like a snake's belly after it swallowed a rat. A big rat. It took ages, and Sheila had to shift her feet more than once, but after what seemed like an hour, the man finally took all of her! "Oh my goodness that is so sexy!" she gasped. Looking down at herself, it was almost like she'd never taken the mutagen! She ran her long fingers through his thick dark hair as he hid every single inch down his gurgling throat. She could feel his velvety throat muscles undulating around her as he swallowed down on her repeatedly. Finally he had to pull up for air. "What black magic are you working on me!" he said with a cough. He grinned up at her sheepishly. "I've never even thought about doing anything like this before!" "You could have fooled me, Jim!" she giggled. She remembered how good he was at eating pussy too. Probably because the man genuinely seemed to love it, and would let her wrap her long legs around his head and keep his talented mouth working her sensitive clit and pussy for as long a she liked. And she'd liked it nice and long too! "I was about to ask you what voodoo you were working on my cock! I was almost about to cum down your throat!" "If those balls are any indication, that is going to make quite a mess!" his big hands hefted her nuts. She shivered as the swollen glands ached for release. "You'd better get naked too, lover," she leaned down and kissed him. It wasn't as erotic or as sensual as kissing a woman, but she enjoyed his masculine touch all the same. She pulled away, sliding her hands up and down her spit-soaked shaft. "Hurry up, I really need to finish!" "Sure, Babe," he said. His suit was off in a flash. Except for a bit of gray hair mixed in with the black crossing his chest, he hadn't changed at all in ten years. His muscles were as hard and toned as ever. He had broad shoulders and a tiny waist, giving him that classic V-shape she admired so much in the male form. His cock however, nearly made her giggle. Jim had been one of her best hung lovers, if not the best. Now his seven inches just seemed puny. She chewed her lower lip. She was still attracted to him, the man. But his cock? The thought of playing with it made her feel slightly queasy. Her sexuality really had changed; she had once adored his well-formed cock. "Now get that mouth back to work!" she said with a sly smile as she lay back on the soft carpets. She spread her long legs wide and reached down to hold her big organ straight up in the air for him. It rose like a tower of pure sex, and the man licked his lips. "I can't decide if this is the gayest thing I've ever done or somehow still completely straight." he said with a chuckle as he got on his hands and knees. He spared a moment to suck her toes through her stockings, his tongue pushing the flimsy nylon between her toes. "Oh that tickles!" she laughed. "But maybe it's a bit of both!" she said. "It's hard to say with us phallic women. We're breaking all the rules and making new ones!" "New rule then. Sucking girl-cock does not make a guy gay!" he proposed before leaning over her cock and swallowing her whole. She gasped as she felt the tight ring of his wet lips slide down her shaft, not stopping until his handsome face pressed flush against her flat belly. "Oh my word that feels good!" she whimpered in pleasure. Just like the old days, she wrapped her legs around his head, trapping him between them. "I second your rule change, Jim. Good thinking!" she added with a chuckle. She writhed on the floor beneath him, her powerful legs only giving him a few inches to bob up and down, keeping most of her seventeen inch shaft firmly lodged deep in his throat. Unlike Melinda, his larger proportions allowed him to suck in air through his nose even when balls-deep on her cock. Another advantage to men, she decided happily, and just when she was beginning to think they might not have much use in bed at all! "I love how you suck my cock, Jim! You're the fucking best!" she wailed in pleasure. Her toes curled in her stockings, and her soft heels pressed into his back. He sucked even harder, moved his head even faster. His tongue was everywhere at once, stimulating her fevered skin and even sliding out to tickle the top of her massive balls as they rested on the carpet. She wasn't going to last long at this rate. Well, not long for a dickgirl anyway! "Oh here it comes! Fuck!" she cried twenty minutes later. She pushed her wide hips up into his face and her cock spasmed, launching the first salvo of cum directly into his stomach! Her legs locked even tighter on his back, pulling him against her so hard, she felt his nose flatten against her stomach. Her balls contracted as her orgasm wrenched her guts with pleasure. Again and again her jerking cock fired off into his stomach, filling it with a milkshake of sweet, sticky girlcum. When the pleasure finally began to fade, she unlocked her legs and lay back, spread eagle on the floor, her breasts heaving as she panted. "Oh Sheila!" Jim croaked as she sat up. He wiped his own spittle from his chin. He hadn't missed a drop, it seemed! "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, Tiger," she winked at him and rubbed her soft foot against his thigh. "I just might have to take you home with me!" "Wouldn't your girlfriend be pissed?" he chuckled. His eyes were still wide, as if shocked by what he'd done oh so willingly. Then again, her cock was still hard as ever and throbbing against her belly. "Probably, but I think I have enough cock for the both of you!" she giggled. "I see you're still hard. You should have finished yourself too, Jim. I'm just not into penis any more, I'm sorry," she said as she sat up. She didn't really feel sorry, but it seemed like the right thing to say. "Getting selfish on me are you?" he chuckled and shook his head. He got up and hit the intercom. "Cancel all my appointments for the rest of the day, Becky. I'm working on a big business deal, here. Very big!" he winked at her. "So you're going to help me with my project?" she asked hopefully. "How could I not? I think you're right about this being a huge breakthrough. Say, I know how you can make it up to me," he grinned. He was always one to wheel and deal. "How's that, Jim?" she wondered. It was probably going to be something dirty, but knowing him, fun too! "Introduce me to your girlfriend," he suggested. "I don't think she's into men that way any more either, Jim," Sheila laughed. He wanted to get into Mel's panties did he? She'd see about that! "Oh I'm not trying to compete with you, Sheila," he laughed and pointed at her erect girlcock. "That wouldn't get me very far, would it?" "Not at all. I doubt she'd even feel you inside her to be honest," she grinned. She had ten inches in length on him, and was easily more than twice as wide too. "Yeah, but there's more to a man than his cock, Sheila my dear," he winked and lowered to her side on the soft carpet. His knowing fingers teased her nipples as he kissed her neck. Her sticky cock oozed more precum. "And you know what they say, if you can't beat 'em..." he smiled. "Join 'em?" she finished with a giggle. "Damn right!"