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characters, they are all fictional, and any relevance to anyone living or dead, is incidental

This is the first in my attempts to create other stories in the Terra universe, or the 
Terraverse as I shall continue to call it. This has no bearing on the events of Terra. This 
story happens later in the history of Terra, roughly a year or so in the future.

This story contains a number of fetishes, which I will catalogue as they come. There is 
only futa transformation in this chapter.

I would like to thank Basil_Jelly, Davidka1, and ZenKid for helping me beta. They 
should have caught most of my errors, so anything you see is their fault :P Seriously they 
have improved the quality of the work and I appreciate their efforts, all for free.

Each scene contains various kinds of sex, I am just going to list them in random order to 
not spoil the surprise. If you don't like a scene proceed to the next one, you'll probably 
find something in there you like.

Oral, Anal, multiple cocks, multiple breasts, dick nipples, lactation, futa/female, size 
play, anthro/female


Club Vanilla
Chapter 7
Talent Show Part 2


I groaned for a moment, letting the hot water of the shower massage off the smell and 
exhaustion. I had forgotten how sweaty things got when up on stage. The sex didn't help 
that either. I wasn't the biggest actress in the world. I hadn't really done much more than 
small parts. Really it was just an extracurricular activity, just something to do because it 
helped pad my application for college and it was easier than anything else, and I had 
friends interested in it. I never imagined that I would do it again, I'm not the drama queen 
type, and I even turned down the opportunity to continue acting in college, without my 
clique of friends, it wasn't as fun. And the fanatical drama queens who were too focused 
on their 'art' sucked what little enjoyment I could take from it.

I took a deep breath, enjoying the steam from the shower on my throat. I wasn't used to 
yelling a lot but I had to raise my voice, even with the boom mic. I was just thankful that 
a shower wasn't going to change anything for our act. Luckily our uniforms hadn't been 
mussed up too much. Anne was the one who really needed a shower, the facial I had 
given her had really covered her face in cum. Not nearly as bad as Dan and Lin's cum 
bath, but she still needed a shower. As I thought about those two for a second, I noticed 
the shower floor was still a little sticky. I couldn't help but wonder if they already had a 
sequel of their act here in the shower. I should have brought flip-flops or something; I 
hoped I didn't get some kind of foot fungus. 

I turned off the showerhead, sighing for a second. This was only the first round, if we 
made it to the next round, and the final one, I'd still have to do two more sex scenes, and 
I might need a week off of work. Still, if I could just bring that trophy in on Monday, just 
to shove it right up into Claire's face, it would all be worth it. I might call in sick and 
come in to work just to do that.

I grabbed a towel and started drying myself off. Would Claire even have remembered 
about it? She had told me months ago, and now that I was here, I didn't know if she 
would even recognize me. It's not like we had known each other for long, we were just 
coworkers, and even then we didn't see each other that often. We worked in different 
parts of the building. She and her clique just walked around like they were better than 
everyone else. That they were playas, and an inexperienced little girl like me couldn't get 
a date on Friday night, when they were off whoring it up at the clubs. 

I grabbed the bathrobe and tied my hair up in an extra towel. I didn't really want to use a 
hairdryer at this point. I liked my hair smooth, and the nanos didn't do anything about 
them, something about hair follicles being dead or something, whenever they tried to 
explain it to me my face became dull and I imagined magicians waving wands. 

The shower room was mostly empty. I could only hear the sound of the water running in 
Anne's stall as she continued humming that silly nursery rhyme from the act. I moved to 
the changing room, wishing I had known about this facility a month ago. It would have 
helped a lot, especially after the first couple of times when I was filthy with cum and 
milk, not that I regretted it. I looked over my uniform, at least it hadn't been mucked up, 
it could use a washing for sure, and definitely an ironing, but it was all right otherwise as 
it clung on the hanger, next to a locker. 

I jumped as I heard "Hey there," come from behind me. I don't know if it was because of 
my near nakedness, just being jumpy from having been on stage, or just hearing a voice 
abruptly, but I nearly slipped and snapped my neck.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry Julie," I heard, turning around and seeing Elizabeth, donning her full 
catgirl persona, coming over to help me. 

"It's okay," I said, taking a deep, calming breath. "You just startled me is all. I didn't 
know you were there."

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to come by and congratulate you," Liz said wearily, as her furry 
paw like hands let me go. She still looked kind of funny wearing the white blouse and 
normal pants, still all dolled up. I wondered how she explained all the tail holes in her 
clothes to people.

"Thanks, you got a chance to watch?" I wanted a review badly, especially if it was from a 
friend who would sugarcoat the critique.

"I didn't get much of a chance to see the show with my own eyes, really. I was just there 
to catch the end of Miles and Hazel's performance, and yours," Liz shrugged, "But I 
caught the first two acts on the monitor. Your acting was pretty good, very cutesy, and 
saccharine. The two of you were adorable in those uniforms, and the sex was hot. You 
two did great, you're a shoe in for the next round meow."

"Thanks. I didn't know if you would get a chance to see, what with everyone coming in 
and out," I said apologetically. After asking for praise, I realized that this was a work 
night for her, and a busy one at that. 

"Don't even get me started," Liz said, practically collapsing on a nearby bench. "I just 
want this night to end, you know?"

"Heh, I kinda feel like that too, I mean I'm happy to do this, but it's more of an ordeal 
than I thought it was going to be," I sat down next to her.

"Well, I get a brief break for now, everyone's changed, and for the first time I've ever 
heard of, no one is asking for an update or an alteration, and no one is showing up late. 
It's a good thing too, I don't know if I could handle another person," Liz said, slumping 
her head on my shoulder. It was quite an arc she was at least a foot taller than I was. The 
feeling of the furry hair on her ears was tickling my neck but I didn't want to move her.

"Well, it shouldn't be too bad for now, right?" I asked, wrapping a terrycloth robe clad 
arm around her shoulder.

"For meow, until everyone wants to file out," Liz groaned. "It's not even so much the 
competiturrrs, you guys know what you want to do, you planned on how you want to 
look, it's everyone who comes in and decides that meow is the time to experiment with 
something new, and fine tune it, and tweak it, and decide they don't want it anymore, and 
start up something new and so on and so forth…all so they can sit in a theater and watch 
other people."

"Who thought of putting a theater in here anyway?" I asked, voicing a concern I had for a 
while. I had asked Anne once, she had just gone off on a long story about some schoolgirl 
orgy she had been in.

"The owner was going to open a theater next to the club, way back in the days before it 
was Club Vanilla. But then the media found out that he was running the place, and when 
the radical neo-conservatives heard about it, and he had to end his hopes of running that, 
god the picketers were a pain back then," Liz said, it sounded like she had been there. 

"He wanted to start a theater?" I didn't get it, honestly. Who the hell would want to go to 
a theater next to a club? Or vice versa?

"Yeah, he was going to name it all after his wife, or his betrothed. Once those plans were 
busted, he joined the two buildings. Now we just use it as a group room, I told you about 
them before. Most of the time private groups just reserve it beforehand, it doesn't cost 
them any more besides the normal initiation fee. If it's open, it's first come, first serve. 
Sometimes they charge a fee, to pay for the cost of things, and maybe a little booze 
money," Liz let out a deep breathy feline growl, her body stretched for a moment before 
lying limp next to mine. 

"Aww, there there girl, it's just one night, right?" I said, trying to comfort her. From the 
way her body was propped up against me, I would have thought she was the one that had 
been on stage.

"Oh, it's not just that, it's the fact that I had to get up early for classes today, and I'm not 
getting a lot of sleep and," she sighed and took a deep breath. "You smell nice," she said.

"Thanks, I used some body wash that Anne gave me," I said, taking the compliment.

"No, it's not that, are you eating candy? It smells like peppurrrmint," she said, somewhat 
lost in thought, I stifled a giggle. "What made you decide to do this anyways? I mean 
sure the last time you came I could tell you were getting into being seen, but there's a 
huge difference between that and being up there."

"Well, Anne needed a hand, and she wanted to win," I paused for a second, asking myself 
that very question. 

"I bet, after that fiasco last year," Liz said, I didn't understand what it was she meant 
exactly by that. "But why did you join up?"

"She needed a partner when her old one pulled out, err, bad choice of words. And she 
asked me. Plus I can get a chance to beat my coworker, Claire," I realized how lame my 
reasoning sounded after saying it out loud.

"Claire Martin? Meow there's a challenge, she beat Annie and Nicole last year," Liz said, 
her head lowering onto my lap. "MMM, it's purrrfect here, I don't want to move," she 
purred into my lap, her nuzzling against me was starting to generate some blood flow.

"Hey, hey! Break it up you too!" Loli Annie's voice came from the shower room. She 
sprinted towards us, her naked body glistening in the water from her shower. She showed 
off some of the speed that had beat me earlier at the ball game. She picked Elizabeth's 
head up from my lap, lecturing her "Shame on you for trying to wear her out, she's going 
to need her strength for the rest of the show!"

"I'm the one who's worn out," Liz said, leaning back down towards the other end of the 
bench.

"Maybe, but no one is judging you on your performance, and I need Julie in tip top 
shape!" Anne sounded like a grandmother again, sternly disapproving of Elizabeth for 
her perceived infraction while expecting the most out of me. I smiled as I had assumed 
the role of the good child.

"Come on, I've still got to fix your hair back up," Anne said, her hands yanked off the 
towel on my head.

"Hey, that hurts!" I yelped, grabbing my scalp as she tugged at the roots of my hair. 

"Sorry," Anne said, reaching into a locker. "Here, drink this, kay?"

"What is it?" I asked, looking at the bottle warily.

"It's a protein drink, we're gonna need you to be up and running for the next act," Anne 
said.

"Next act, what makes you think we're making it to the second round?" I asked naively. I 
cracked open the bottle, it smelled kind of funny.

"You're the frontrunner meow," Elizabeth said, she seemed half awake, "Don't tell 
anyone I said that, I'm not," she paused to yawn, "I'm not supposed to say."

"Scouts honor," I said before taking a swig of the drink, making a face a second after 
choking down a mouthful of the stuff. "Oh god Anne it tastes like someone put a chicken 
wing in a blender!"

"Come on, I still have to fix your hair. You, bad cat, help out!" Anne commanded.

"I'm on my break. Besides, I'm a bad cat, right?" Liz muttered, turning her body away 
from Anne. Her body curled up in a ball defiantly.

"Do it for Julie then," Anne said, sighing. She still made a mocking face with Liz facing 
the other direction. "We can use the help, sorry for being like that but I wanna win, 
please."

"I didn't think she could interfere?" I was a little confused since I didn't really read the 
rules that much, I just let Anne be in charge of things. The longer this contest went, the 
more I realized I might have made a critical mistake there.

"Putting on hair and makeup isn't interfering," Liz said, turning herself back around. 
"And I'm just not supposed to cheat for you guys. I'll help."

She was a big help too, before it had taken almost an hour to get our makeup and hair 
ready. When we first started getting ready, I didn't think we would need the makeup, the 
nanos can do magic with just about anything, and I didn't get why they would be needed 
for something as unnecessary as foundation. Then I remembered, or rather was reminded 
by Anne, that the makeup is needed because otherwise our faces would seem too shiny. 
Of course the nanos can lengthen, remove, or change the color of the hair, but they can't 
comb it, tie a bow around Anne's curls, or put mine into a ponytail.

Thanks to Liz's help, we were done in nearly half the time. I grinned as I put on my 
uniform, it smelt of sex and a little body odor, plus some peppermint, but nothing that a 
little perfume wouldn't fix. It smelled beforehand when I took it off, but I don't think 
anyone could smell it on stage. I couldn't smell any body odor on them. Anne had the 
forethought to get another pair of pantyhose, thankfully, the old pair was stained beyond 
reuse, despite Anne's attempt to protect it from having any tears.

"Let's go," Anne said, checking her hair and makeup in front of the mirror, bouncing up 
her curls and making a kissy face before straightening up her uniform. "Thanks for the 
help Liz."

"Yeah, thanks," I said, giving Elizabeth a hug.

"Break a leg," she said, trying to smile a bit.

"You should get a room for yourself and sleep for a while," I offered some advice.

"I just might do that, long day you know? I just don't want to miss the show. You guys 
go, I'm going to go see if they have any coffee brewed up," Elizabeth said, with another 
yawn. "I'll catch up with you two later."

"Pour your own creamer!" Anne shouted as she booked it towards the exit.

"Alright, just take it easy," I said before turning towards Anne waiting impatiently at the 
door. "Let's go see what we're competing against."

"I haven't seen anything that can even compare to us so far, but we'll see," Anne said, 
leading me through the door and out the hallway, back towards the stage. I saw quite a 
few people outside, some of the competitors were conversing with some of the audience. 
I saw Renee, the vampire female dominant discussing with Amanda and Raymond about 
their act. It was odd to see Raymond in a normal setting, it seemed like he was the one 
leading the conversation. The wolfman Bill was talking to Dan and Lin about their 
performance, he seemed to be positively drooling over her, and I noticed Dan seemed to 
be trying to stay in between the two of them, his tentacles looked defensive.

"Hey, Julie, Anne, hey!" I heard from behind, and I turned, much to Anne's displeasure, 
to see who it was. She lightened up, a little bit, when she saw Jen waving towards us. She 
looked like she had just come out of the shower, she was wearing a full cerulean colored 
bathrobe.

"Hey Jen, what's going on?" Anne asked, a little tersely.

"Not much, I just wanted to congratulate you two on your job, you guys were super hot. 
Thank goodness for the break, I could use the time to calm down, before it was my turn," 
Jen winked with a mischievous grin. It was good to see her happy, the first time I had met 
her she seemed so down in the dumps. 

"You're performing?" I didn't know that, but I didn't know most of the competitors, just 
Dan and Lin, and Claire so far. I guess it sounds really self-centered, but I kind of didn't 
want to know who else was competing.

"Yeah, we're on next, me and Tom are going up," she nodded.

"Tom, Tom, where do I know that name from?" I was trying to remember, it's hard 
sometimes attaching names to faces here.

"He's a double dicked futa, I introduced you two, remember now?" Anne smiling.

"Oh yeah, I met him the first night I was here," I thought back to that night, it had been a 
long time getting from there to here. "What's your act?"

"You're going to have to wait to see, won't be long now," she said. "Look, I never got a 
chance to thank you for the job, next time I'll take you out and buy you a couple drinks, 
alright?"

"That sounds good to me. If I didn't know any better I'd think you were trying to get into 
my pants," I smiled slyly.

"Who says I'm not?" She winked, and spread her shoulders a little, showing some 
cleavage.

"Alright, keep it on stage, tonight she's all mine," Anne swooped in between us before 
anything fun could stop.

"Give it a rest, mama Annie," Jen said sarcastically as she stuck her tongue out. "Don't 
be so sore about last year. You two will get to come in second place to us this year for 
sure."

"I'll give you something to do with that tongue, young missy!" Anne rebuked. "Everyone 
wants to screw a schoolgirl, just leave Julie alone for tonight."

"Alright already, sheesh, you got her tonight, but next time she's with me," Jen put her 
hand out, and Anne shook it.

"Deal!" Anne nodded in agreement.

"Don't I get a say in this?" I joked. I smiled a bit, even if Anne was taking it all a little bit 
too seriously I had to appreciate all the attention I was getting. I looked up at the 
loudspeaker as it began to broadcast.

"Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, boys and girls of all ages, creatures of all shapes 
and," I could hear the sound of someone trying to rush the Impresario and his 
announcement. I think it was the mincing words of the stage director.  "Er, the 
intermission will be finished in ten minutes, please retake your seats, all performers are to 
return backstage."

"Alright, break a leg," I said politely, watching the hallway full of people as they began 
to shuffle towards the theater.

"Thanks," Jen said. "Tom, come on, let's go!" she shouted to her partner, turning around 
to find him.

"Let's get going, don't want to miss the curtain call," Anne said. I followed her through 
the hallway to the back entrance.

"What happened last year?" my voice was the only sound other than the tapping of our 
shoes across the hard floor.

"Huh?" Anne said, she seemed lost in thought.

"Everyone talks about last year, what happened," I asked, wishing there was an easier 
way of bringing it up.

"Everyone?" Anne seemed disappointed by my mention of it.

"Well, not everyone, but Liz did, and Jen just a moment ago," I tried to put it in a better 
light, but it still sounded like a conspiracy or something.

"I lost, alright?" Anne said disheartened. "I lost bad, and it was my fault we lost. I fucked 
up. We got beat, I don't know what else to say about it. Claire and Lindsay kicked our 
butt, with their size queen act. That's why I don't want any distractions. That's why I 
want to stick to business."

"Alright, I want to win too, but just tone it down a little, alright Anne?" I tried to put it as 
nicely as I could.

"Okay," she said, smiling a bit. "Just put up with me for one night, I'll be the shouting 
coach, and you be the overachieving superstar centerfielder, and we'll win the World 
Series at the end."

"Put me in coach," I wrapped an arm around her shoulder as I quoted the remake of an 
ancient song, "I'm ready to play."

"Alright, come on let's go," She said, squeezing my side for a moment. It didn't take too 
long to find our way backstage, but Anne held my hand the whole time, as we had to 
weave in and out of the crowd. 

"It's starting," Anne said, pointing at the Impresario as began to walk on stage. "Bout 
damned time."

"Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, boys and girls of all ages, creatures of all shapes 
and sizes, we apologize for the abrupt unplanned intermission, due to technical 
difficulties. We will of course still have our intermission after the first round is 
completed, to give our competitors a break. We would like to once again encourage you 
all to be supportive of the actors and actresses. One last reminder, that you, the audience 
is going to determine who wins this competition, so be sure to really cheer on your 
favorite competitors," the Impresario put, his bombastic voice echoing throughout the 
theater, amplified by the speaker system.

"Without further ado, we will continue the show, our next couple is Tom and Jen, their 
performance is entitled, 'Multiplicity,'" said the Impresario before taking a bow and 
walking off stage.

The holographic projector was certainly creating a strange backdrop onstage. It looked 
like an old science fiction film. Jen was lying on an examination table, she was lying 
down, with her eyes drawn shut it was obvious that she must have been feigning 
unconsciousness. She had a light white tissue looking paper on top of her body, barely 
covering her. Tom meanwhile was wearing a blue doctor's scrubs, just for my own sanity 
while he's a lady I'm going to call him her, or she. Anyway, she was fiddling over some 
kind of elaborate computer mechanism, twiddling with levers and buttons, only they 
weren't exactly moving, his hand was moving through them. I don't think it mattered too 
much since it gave the idea that she was doing something.

Tom turned around, throwing her hands up in the air. "It's working, she's coming back!" 
she shouted, balling her hands up in fists, it looked like she was angry at the heavens. The 
lights on the stage began to dim, and an odd hum started, like a large machine was 
starting. "Oh my sweet Jennifer, I have revived you!"

Jennifer began to stir, small little ticks of her body, exaggerated of course it looked 
almost like a convulsion. Tom walked over, bouncing really, watching with perverted 
glee as a multicolored spotlight focused in on Jen, giving an odd colorization and a nice 
special effect. The dimmed lights gave it all a neat look, I wish we had special effects. 
Guess it wouldn't really have helped our act. Suddenly a booming sound went over the 
speaker system, I almost covered my ears but a moment later it ceased.

Jen's eyes shot open and Tom watched her every movement. "Wha, what happened?" she 
asked, constantly blinking. I think it might have been the spotlight in her eyes from the 
way she covered them up a second later, before sitting up.

"The experiment, it was a success!" Tom shouted, a little too loud I think, from the way 
that Jen winced. "Here, come over and see yourself!"

"See myself?" she asked, puzzled. Now I knew how ridiculous it could be to say some of 
the lines. 

"Yes, walk this way!" Tom was shouting every line, and it seemed unnecessary, if not 
annoying. She bowed her head and pointed her arm towards the full-length mirror as she  
walked sideways. Jennifer shrugged, and aped the motion, bowing her head and pointing 
her arms as she walked sideways. I giggled at the joke, I wondered if anyone else got it.

"What, my beloved Doctor Fronkenstein, you, you brought me back to life, but, but what 
did you do!" she cried out. She fumbled at her body through what she was wearing like a 
stranger in her own skin, stopping for plenty of time to grope her breasts, the outline of 
which were obvious.

"I gave you your life back my dear," Tom grinned, grabbing the thin paper protection 
covering Jennifer's body. With one tear she  pulled off the thin garment, exposing her. 
"And oh so much more!"

"Dr, you, you made me a freak!" Jen screamed, grasping her body. Anne had mentioned 
this to me before, she had four large breasts, each one of them seemed to hang in defiance 
of gravity, higher than breasts normally would. What was much stranger was the fact that 
each one had a penis head at the tip, or as Anne said before, dick nipples. They were pink 
like nipples, and seemed hard. She tweaked the nubs of the top to, well, they seemed to 
leak…was it precum? Something, maybe it was just milk, I don't know.

"A freak, no, this, this is the future!" Tom shouted, again, I wish she would give it a 
break. Honestly the megalomaniac voice was just irritating more than anything. "Can you 
imagine? A world without accidental death, a world full of life and vitality!"

"But doctor, who is every going to want to be near some kind of experiment gone wrong 
like me?" Jen sounded sad, but it didn't stop her from groping her four breasts, 
alternating between pinching the cock heads of her dick nipples. Getting the foreplay out 
of the way now I guessed, and it was still fun to watch. 

"Why do you think you've gone wrong? No my dear, you are beautiful!" she cackled, I 
rolled my eyes. "I wanted nothing else but to be with you, and just on the eve of our 
marriage your life was tragically cut short. But I have stayed the hand of the reaper. No, 
your beauty shall flourish my flower, for years yet to come."

"Beautiful?" Jen asked, she was overdoing her shocked expression. "I'm, I'm some sort 
of freak!"

"Why yes, you are beautiful my dear," Tom said, clutching onto the side of her clothes. 
She ripped them, they must have been made of paper or maybe they had buttons on the 
side, because they were pulled off in one smooth motion. With her pants off, her double 
dicks were completely visible She grabbed onto each with one hand, grasping the two 
tightly. "You're beautiful, just as I am," she said, stepping forward, "Because more is 
never enough!"

"You, you too?" she asked in disbelief. 

"Did you think I would ever allow my beloved to be a guinea pig? Never!" Tom shouted, 
I just looked forward to the two of them having sex, maybe a dick nipple in her mouth 
would can her act. 

"Y, you turned yourself into a freak first?" Jen cried out, turning away from her.

"We are not freaks, we are just the beginning of a new world, a world full of beauty," she 
said softly, god it improved her acting so much. She walked over, putting a hand on 
either shoulder. "You see, you were but a vision of beauty before you passed. Now I have 
taken all that made you grand, not just your body, but also your mind, and added to it. 
You will live to see your great, great, grandchildren, and you can wax philosophically 
about Plato and Shakespeare."

"Really?" Jen asked, turning towards Tom. 

"Oh yes my dear, and so very much more. And one day, when you reach the end of your 
days, you, we, can face the end together, choosing when our time is right, dying with 
dignity!" she announced again, at least that sentence sounded right shouted.

"Oh, you make it sound so easy, so perfect," Jennifer said tentatively. 

"Oh but it can be my love, it can be," she kissed her on the lips, full and long. The two 
were smart about things, now that they were naked it was easy enough for them to save 
time. 

Her hands reached over to Jennifer's breasts, grasping and clutching the top and bottom 
pair, alternating between each a moment, tweaking the dick nipples each time. They were 
secreting something, I still couldn't tell from my vantage point, and with each pinch Tom 
had diffused the liquid, either way I could tell it was white and sticky. Jen's hands 
reached up to the bottom pair of her breasts, and the two took some time to fondle them, 
it was strange to see cock heads at the end of the nipples, but in it's own way it was erotic 
too. Tom's hand reached down, rubbing and massaging Jen's pussy in slow, deliberate 
circular motions. Tom knew what she  was doing, of course having had a pussy probably 
helped.

Tom lowered her mouth onto one, flicking her tongue across the pinkish purple dick 
nipple; she looked like a cat lapping up water from a dish. When the first dick nipple was 
cleaned, she moved onto the next one, cleaning it in the same manner. While she 
alternated suckling the pre cum from each breast, Jennifer's hand would find the recently 
vacated nipple, and toy with the head of her breast, amassing even more precum, forming 
a sticky mess. Tom gave each breast its proper attention before pulling her head back. 
She kissed Jennifer again on the lips, the sticky cum on her lips collected between their 
osculation, and when they broke apart each licked their lips as they stared at each other. 

Jen lowered herself onto her knees, and I saw there was some sort of washcloth, or 
something there, for her to put her knees on. I made a note of that, I made a note of that, 
it was pretty smart, she wasn't going to have sore knees but it wasn't something so 
obvious and clunky as kneepads.

Once her knees were rested, she began to fondle one of each of Tom's manhoods. Even 
after having seen Elizabeth's cocks, I still wasn't used to seeing it, just one cock on top of 
the other. Jen put the bottom one in her mouth, massaging the top one with her other hand 
while she began to finger Tom's pussy. She deep throated one of the hard cocks, they 
were easily eight inches long apiece. As soon as she had one of them in her mouth, she 
pulled it out, I could hear the slurping sound picked up on the speakers. Once the other 
was out, she swallowed the other cock, whole, without any hesitation, all the time 
running her hand in and out of Tom's wet pussy. She continued to switch off between the 
two, each time making a wet and sloppy slurping sound. 

She cocked her head, like she was trying to understand some piece of art, and opened her 
mouth wide, taking both of the cocks in at the same time. She got about two thirds of 
them in her face before she couldn't fit anymore in, her hand still working in and out of 
Tom.

"Oh Jennifer, that's enough," Tom said, I thought she was gonna cum already. Tom 
managed to hold it off, and lifted Jennifer up in her arms, and brought her back to the 
medical table. I didn't notice the stirrups before, but they certainly had their purpose. 
Jen's legs attached themselves firmly, leaving an open and inviting sight to the audience, 
and an easy access to Tom. 

Tom didn't waste any time, she pulled Jennifer over and began to work her two cocks in 
her at the same time. Jennifer was taking it really easily, I know it's hard to suddenly be 
double penetrated like that, and her saliva wasn't that much lubrication. Despite all of 
that, Tom wasn't taking it easy, she was pounding away quickly at Jen's body, and with 
good reason too, the bell went off, and the timer was on.

Jen was groaning loudly with every mighty thrust of Tom's double dicks. Honestly, I 
don't know how I'm going to see her at work without thinking about this. At least I won't 
get hard there. Tom and Jennifer's hands each latched onto breasts, groping them hard as 
she continued to bang hard into her. 

"Oh, oh god!" Jennifer yelled out loud, before one of the stranger things I had ever seen 
happened. Each one of her dick nipples began to ejaculate, just like a cock would, thick 
white cum, or milk, or whatever it was, shot up into the air, spraying back and forth 
wildly as Tom continued to pound away at her, covering the two of them in layers of the 
stuff. 

Tom grinned as she pulled her twin futa cocks out of her, and stroked each one wildly 
with her hands. she groaned before thrusting her head back and enjoyed her money shot. 
Sometimes I wondered how futas without balls could produce so much cum, she was 
white washing Jennifer's body with each stroke, squeezing out swimmers like she was 
squeezing out the end of a toothpaste tube. Jennifer's dick nipples were still leaking 
whatever fluid it was, dribbling out and down her chest, she was coming down from her 
orgasm, and had covered both of them in her juices. Now she was just lying back and 
letting Tom finish spurting the last of her cum.

"Oh," Tom looked like she was going to collapse. she looked over at the audience, 
expecting the curtains to draw. 

"Uh, Dr. Fronkenstein, you were, right," Jennifer sounded unsure of herself. I thought she 
was ad libbing.

"Oh yes, my dear, and together we shall have all of our lives. Our full lives that is, not uh, 
taken down prematurely by the grim reaper," Tom said. she looked at Jen and the eyed 
the audience, I could see the relief come over her body as the buzzer went off.

"Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, creatures of all shapes and sizes, what do you 
think? Does 'Multiplicity' get to advance to the second round?" The Impresario asked, I 
wondered if he had spent too much time memorizing his part down to a t. 

"Fucked that up, they might not make it to the end," Anne said to me, quietly. "They 
can't win if they're gonna come unglued like that."

"I don't know Anne, that was hot," I cautioned, honestly, according to Anne everyone 
was gonna lose. Well, except us, we were going to win.

"Oh shit, what the hell happened?" Tom asked, helping Jennifer out of the stirrups. "I 
completely froze at the end, complete fucking deer in the headlights," he said.

"I don't know, I, I think I came too fast," Jen said, stepping off the table. "Do you think 
anyone noticed?"

"They must have," Tom reasoned, as the two of them walked towards the side stage. 
"Anne, Julie, did you notice it?"

"Notice what?" Anne asked obliviously. The little minx was lying through her teeth.
 
"At the end…" Jen said, a little bashfully.

"Oh, well, I don't think it was a big thing," I said, kind of weakly. "I mean, hey, everyone 
was just focusing on the sex, and you guys caught up real well."

"I guess," Jen said, looking down at her four breasts, still sticky with their commingled 
cum. "I'm gonna go to the showers."

"Me too, let us know if anyone else is any good," Tom said, following behind Jen.

"Talk to you soon," I shouted, as they left. Well, screw it, I was trying to be nice, 
honestly they put on a good show, even if they fucked it up at the end. 

"They got through that quick," Anne thought out loud. "They're ready for the next 
round."

"Makes sense, it's not like they had to clean everything up, and that table was on 
wheels," I said, looking forward to the next act.

"Our next couple is Zakuto and Amy, their performance is entitled, 'Royally Screwed,'" 
said the Impresario before taking a bow and walking off stage. 

"Oh I remember her," I told Anne, "She was the one who had the little dragon on her 
head, the one that sat on my head on accident, see?" I pointed towards her, just a few feet 
from us, the little dragon still sitting atop her head. I don't think many people noticed it 
with her huge breasts, they were almost unnatural the way they defied gravity, it was as 
though there were two balls attached to her chest. It looked better than if it was normal, 
breasts that huge would reach down far too low, around her belly button.

"Your right, hey!" Anne said, she turned around and grabbed the stage director's shirt, 
pointing out. "She's got a person on her head, that's not fair! This is for couples only!"

"O-M-G you are right little girl, hey!" he said, dashing effeminately towards Zakuto. I 
don't know if he was gay, but honestly, he's the kind of guy that my gay friends make 
fun of, for prancing around so effeminately. I saw his hands latch onto the dragon, who 
flew away a moment later. "You can't have him on your head, you'll be disqualified!"

"Oh, I forgot, it's like wearing a hat," Zakuto said, smiling. "Thanks, I don't want to lose 
on a technicality."

"Get off the stage!" Anne shouted, aiming her finger at the stagehands that were 
watching the stage impatiently. "Some people have a contest to win!"

The stage director didn't say another word as he ran off, as soon as he was out of sight of 
the stage the curtains were drawn.

It was a rather interesting setup, there was an old bed in the middle of the stage, it looked 
like some kind of medieval theme. There was a princess wearing a dress on the bed that 
matched her hair. The strange thing was that both her hair and the dress were purple! 
Beyond that she looked normal, her body didn't seem too out of whack, just normal 
cocoa butter skin color along a skinny and tight body, with a rather modest looking chest. 
Well, modest for Club Vanilla.

"Your highness!" said Zakuto, stepping onto the stage, "You must eat."

"Oh, I'm not hungry," she said, turning herself away from the girl. She had a British 
accent, it was odd for a woman with her skin color.

"Your highness, you haven't had anything to eat in over a day, I cannot bear to see you 
like this," Zakuto said, her voice was soft and kind, in the way a servant of old were 
supposed to act, her eyes were averted.

"I cannot bear to eat, dear sweet Zakuto," Amy said dejectedly.

"Princess, I know you don't wish to go through with it, but you cannot," Zakuto started to 
say, interrupted by Amy.

"I cannot what, my faithful handmaiden? I cannot marry a man whom I do hate so, nor 
can I disobey my father's wishes either. I would rather die than marry a pig as him!" 
Amy said, her acting was good, with a Shakespearian sounding background. She flew 
from the bed and moved towards the projected window, staring outside it. "Oh, if only 
there were a way for me to break from the contract by being with another, but even now, 
my father has ensured it will never be. You are the only servant allowed to enter my 
chambers, and I am here until the day of the wedding. Even if I wanted to let one of the 
squires, knights, or vassals take from me my maidenhead, I could not see them."

"Majesty, if you were to give your virginity to another…?" Zakuto began to ask.

"If I am not pure of body, then my father's contract has become nullified. But I cannot do 
that, I have tried, even with my fingers I cannot break my maidenhead, it is useless, I just 
want to die," Amy said, dropping her face into her hands.

"Highness, I, I may help you," Zakuto said timidly.

"What, you think you could sneak some lad in here to take me? It could not happen, even 
if he were to agree I would never allow it, my father would take his life," Amy seemed 
despondent. "Their life is naught worth mine happiness."

"But what if I agree to it?" Zakuto stepped forward, putting her arm on Amy's shoulder.

"You, what do you mean?" Amy asked, turning around towards Zakuto.

"Highness, I am of the futanari, I can take your virginity from you," Zakuto offered, 
sweetly. It was a strange thing to propose. I guess there wasn't really a way to say it that 
sounded right.

"Oh, no I could never allow it," Amy argued weakly.

"I insist, my life is sworn to protect you, and if this one thing will save your life I must," 
Zakuto said, leaning towards Amy. "I have imagined this forever my liege, please allow 
me to help." The two of them kissed warmly, I could see they were done with the acting. 
Zakuto unzipped Amy's dress, exposing the tender brown skin of her body to the 
audience. Amy popped off a button trying to take off Zakuto's shirt, and I saw it whiz 
into the audience, someone got a nice souvenir. 

Zakuto pulled open her shirt, exposing her gigantic breasts to the crowd. Amy's 
chocolate covered hands on her creamy white flesh made for a delicious contrast, well I 
was drooling at least. Amy pulled her shirt off, I giggled as it got caught on her elbows. 
Anne and I had figured it would be easy enough to just put the clothes to the side. I think 
people liked the schoolgirl uniforms better anyway. 

It didn't take her too long to get her pants off either, and Amy did a pretty good job of 
looking surprised at her manhood, already hard in her hands. It looked like it was a good 
nine inches long, but I couldn't see it very well on the monitor. Anything looked small 
compared to Zakuto's breast, for all I knew it could have been a foot long and it would 
still seem small. It's not like she was taking a ruler to it.

She put it to her lips, laying small kisses on the head of Zakuto's member. I don't know 
how much of the teasing I could put up with, on the other hand I doubt I could swallow 
all of that either. She took the head in, and almost gagged as it entered into her mouth.

"Your highness, perhaps we should do this on the bed?" Zakuto suggested, I think it was 
a good job of saving her partner, it looked like they were going to crack up there just like 
Jen and Tom had.

"Yes, my handmaiden," Amy said, coughing to the blind side of the stage. I don't think 
many people noticed, they were more focused on her caramel colored body as she stood 
up and lied on the bed, her legs opened wide for the taking. I could see Zakuto as she 
moved towards Amy, crawling onto the bed, she looked like she was going to pounce at 
her pink snatch. Amy hiked her legs up behind her head, offering the cameraman an 
unfettered view of Zakuto's tongue, probing her body. I smiled as I saw that Amy's 
drapes matched the carpets. Her tongue ran alongside the pink exterior, I watched Zakuto 
nibble on one of her lips gently, Amy was cooing in pleasure. I was envious, Anne was a 
great little cocksucker, but she hadn't gotten in the habit of eating me out like that. 

Zakuto's mouth opened, freeing her labia as she moved upward towards the nub of her 
clit, she spun her tongue around it a couple of times before dragging her tongue upward. 
She stopped for a second at her stomach, pushing her tongue into her bellybutton, before 
bringing it upward, her face paused between Amy's breasts. She took one of them in her 
mouth, suckling on it eagerly. Her other hand grasped her breast, massaging it in round 
circular motions. 

"Are you ready my liege?" Zakuto asked, pulling her body closer.

"Be careful, my faithful handmaiden, as I have said, I have never been bedded by anyone 
before, man, woman, or futa. My body is ill equipped to accept such girth as yours 
easily," Amy said, managing to stay in character long enough. I was surprised she could 
role-play like that. Her and Lin would make for fast friends. 

"I will do anything for you," Zakuto said, kissing her on the lips, "Just tell me if you need 
me to stop."

Amy nodded as she bit her lips, overdoing it a little bit in anticipation. I watched her 
throw her head back, purple hair flying behind the pillow as she was penetrated. Zakuto 
was working it in slowly, even slower than when I had been with Anne. She was making 
constantly slow repetitive thrust, pushing in only a couple of inches at a time. Amy 
brought her face down, she was practically being smothered by her lover's twin melons. 

"Oh, oh god," Amy cried out, and tried to winch in pain. I think Anne's cherry popping 
was better, but I don't think anyone wondered when a moment later Zakuto stopped.

"My liege, what had to be done is done, your maidenhead is gone, I need continue this no 
more," the white servant said, I had no doubt as to how this was going to end.

"No, you have given me more than I could ever ask by taking my maidenhead, and in 
doing so endangered your own safety, you have the right to take what I asked for, by all 
means, take me," Amy kissed Zakuto again, as the two of them returned to their 
lovemaking. Zakuto's strokes, once small and shallow, had become full and powerful, 
she certainly wasn't taking the same precautions she had been. The nanobots must be 
doing something to aid that. Sometimes I wonder how I can fit mine in Anne.

Amy lips broke from Zakuto's, and focused on one of her breasts. I watched as I saw 
milk begin to froth from the corner of her mouth. I had thought about adding it to our act 
but it didn't make much sense, I shouldn't have passed on it because watching it was 
sexy. Amy was suckling onto it like a baby, I could see her throat gulping greedily at the 
same pace as Zakuto's ever increasing thrusts. 

"Oh my liege, my breasts, ever since a child milk was produced from them," Zakuto said, 
in between grunts of pleasure, "The children made fun of me, but my breasts create an 
elixir most potent, mere drops of it increase the desire tenfold!"

"Drops, I've had nigh unto a pint!" Amy said, a milk mustache on her lips was accented 
by a trail of milk that flowed down from her face and onto her chest, the small drops were 
wobbling with her lover's force. She pointed one of Zakuto's large breasts towards the 
audience, and with a couple gropes, sprayed milk into the crowd. I guess that's what they 
meant by splash zone. "Oh, oh goodness, oh I can feel it now handmaiden, fuck me, fuck 
me now!" her voice carried an odd kind of tone, she sounded like she was primal or 
animalistic, made all the odder by her accent. 

"Yes your highness," Zakuto wasn't exactly playing it easy, but now she was really 
working herself in and out of her partner. Amy's body seemed to bounce up and down 
with each thrust, if I didn't know any better I'd think it was one of the old spring 
mattresses. 

Zakuto's breasts continued to lactate, just drops at a time but they collected on Amy's 
chocolate face and body, as well as on the bed itself. It wasn't as much as my breasts, but 
it was like painting her body with pearls of white milk. They may have collected in a 
smaller group but the two were making such passionate and rigorous lovemaking that her 
breasts were swinging back and forth.

"Oh, oh god handmaiden, this is so good!" she shouted, clutching onto her breasts as 
Zakuto pounded into her. "I never imagined it could be like this, with another woman like 
this!"

"Oh highness, I have dreamed for years that I could be with you," Zakuto's accent and 
timing seemed off as she tried to deliver her lines while jack hammering Amy's pussy. 
"But it was never right, never proper for a commoner as I to touch such an important and 
regal body as yours."

"Every bath, every changing must have been a personal hell," Amy said, I admired their 
conviction to finish the act.

"It doesn't matter, now, oh princess, now that I'm here with you!" Zakuto screamed.

"I, I, something, oh god," the dark skinned woman wrapped her legs around her lighter 
lover, either she was a terrific actor or she was cumming hard. Her shoulders and back 
fell behind her with such force as she arched herself towards her lover, impaling herself 
with each inch that she could muster. 
 
"Yes my princess, cum for me," Zakuto said, pawing zealously at the darker skinned 
breasts while her partner's orgasm overtook her. Drops of milk continued to color her 
cocoa skin, beading and pearling over her it looked like the street as the rain begins to 
sprinkle on it. I could see Amy's body writhing under Zakuto's as she pulled herself out.

"Oh god!" Zakuto said, erupting a moment later. Rivets of white cum joined on the 
tapestry of Amy's body, plastering the dark skin accented by the white drops with think 
streams of her cum. Zakuto's hand was flying as she milked every drop of cum that she 
could from her orgasm, at least I think that's what she was doing, really working herself 
for the crowd. 

"Thank you, handmaiden," Amy said, as she began to catch her breath.

"Oh, your highness, thank you, it's what I always dreamed of," Zakuto said as the buzzer 
went off and the curtains began to draw. 

"Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, creatures of all shapes and sizes, what do you 
think? Does 'Royally Screwed' get to advance to the second round?" The Impresario 
asked. I guessed he was just going with what was working, there wouldn't have been 
much sense in changing things now.

"Not bad," Anne said, "But a little artsy for the crowd, too much 'thee and thine' shit, 
won't play in Peoria."

"Anne, are you gonna just talk shit about everyone?" I asked, finally voicing the thought 
I had been asking myself for some time. 

"Well, do you want me to cheer them on instead, and think of reasons that they are gonna 
win instead of us, or say why they won't win?" Anne asked, giving me a smarmy look.

"You did great Zakuto, you did great!" Amy shouted, hugging her. "Globe Theatre, eat 
your hearts out!"

"You think so?" Zakuto asked, lifting Amy up off of the bed. "My heart was racing the 
whole time, I thought I was gonna die up there on stage."

"No, you were great, I wish my first time was like that," said the purple headed princess. 
"I think we've got a great chance to win the whole thing!"

"I hope so, I think I could be even better the next go round," Zakuto smiled. 

"Hey ladies, maybe yous two could finish dis offstage maybe? We's got a job to do 'ere" 
Said one of the stagehands, he sounded like he was in character himself.

"Oh, sorry, sorry," Zakuto said, rushing towards the side stage. "I don't even want to 
shower, I want to keep watching."

"Don't worry, there's a monitor in the shower room, it's not like we're gonna miss 
anything, let's go!" Amy said, and the two bounced hand in hand past us.

"Here's your friend," Anne said venomously.

"Our next couple is Claire and Lindsay, their performance is entitled, 'Size Queens,'" 
said the Impresario before taking a bow and walking off stage. Again. I wondered if it 
was as repetitious to do, as it was to watch.

I looked onto the stage, it was an old looking apartment, but everything was dilapidated. 
There was a window, but it looked boarded up. I couldn't see any glass in the small slits 
between the wooden planks. The paint seemed to be peeling in a couple of places, and 
things looked dirty. I could see another woman and guessed it was Lindsay. She was a 
beautiful woman, although nobody really chose to be an ugly person at Club Vanilla, at 
least nobody I had met so far. She had soft auburn hair, but honestly the first thing I 
noticed was the large, luscious lips on her face, with a 'fuck me' red shade of lipstick. I 
could barely make out her clothing, all I could see was her shirt, and it looked lousy. It 
wasn't just old it was stained, and a little torn. Not that I could see much of her anyway, 
she was hiding behind a desk. Not our desk, it was an old big wooden kind, and it was a 
little beat up, just like her shirt. The varnish was peeling off, and it was scuffed up. 

The lights were dimmer for their set, I could see there was one lone spotlight set on 
Lindsay. She was writing something down, on an old paper notebook with a pen, I don't 
know how she did it, she looked all hunched over, resting on one arm, it must have been 
uncomfortable.

"I don't know what happened really," I heard a voice over the house system. Lindsay 
must have recorded something, and was doing a voice over, as I watched her sit there, 
maybe she was narrating her diary, or a letter? "One day, the bombs dropped, and 
everything changed. I wish I could say who, or what did it, but we were just a small, poor 
farming community, we didn't even have television or computers. The newspapers were 
the ones to tell us what happened, but that took weeks to relay the atrocities."

"Ironically, our lifestyle, poor compared to the rest of the people living in the city, was 
barely changed by the attack. We could still grow our crops even if we weren't able to 
use electricity for a while. Things weren't that different, until I started to change." Her 
voice had a southern twang to it, sort of rustic and charming I guess.

She stood up, and my jaw dropped as I looked at the size of her breasts. If Zakuto was 
huge, she was ginormous, her tits were the size of basketballs. What's more, they didn't 
sag at all, they seemed perfectly attached to her chest. I could see why she was hunched 
over the desk she must have wanted to hide them. "At first, I noticed a lump on my 
breast, well a lump on both breasts really. I was never that well endowed, so when we 
went to the doctors, I thought it was cancer. He told me my body was undergoing puberty 
again, but I was twenty-two! I don't know if it had something to do with the bombs, or if 
it was the radiation, but everything began to change. My normal B cup chests had grown 
so large I was ashamed to be seen in public," the voice over said, as the lights began to 
come on she walked over to the wall and picked up a broom, and started cleaning. "I 
couldn't even go out to the farm to work. But then my childhood friend Claire, bless her, 
came and moved in with me."

"Claire had been so nice to be, I never understood why, until one day, when we were 
going to the river to bathe. Whenever we bathed she always went away from me, shying 
from me. I never understood why, and that day I followed her to her hiding spot, just 
upstream. I was amazed as I watched her masturbate, but that wasn't what stunned me. 
What was so incredible about it was she had a cock, a gigantic one, and she was jerking 
off calling out my name. I answered her call, and since that day we returned to our home 
not as friends, but as lovers." She stopped for a second, smiling as she looked up at the 
lights, as they turned on fully.

"Honey, I'm home," Claire announced as she walked onstage. Her legs swished with 
denim farmer's jeans on, and a button up flannel top covered her top. She had a straw hat, 
tipped back to show her face that was relatively clean of makeup, except for the 
foundation she needed. 

"Oh Claire," Lindsay said, dropping the broom and running over to hug my coworker, 
while her massive breasts bounced up and down. "It's late, I was getting worried, what 
kept you?"

"Wild horses could not drag me away from you, you know that silly," Claire kissed her 
on the lips briefly. "We've been working a barter system out with the city, we might be 
getting electricity soon, and the government's starting to react. Maybe the world might 
just figure out war isn't the answer." 

"Oh I do hope so, but I wouldn't change what happened if it meant we would never be," 
Lindsay said, covering her mouth. "Oh god no, that sounds so terrible to say, I should 
never act like that."

"Oh honey, I know what you meant," Claire said, hugging her from behind. "I'm just so 
happy to be near you too."

"I can't take it anymore," Lindsay said, fumbling with the front latches of Claire's 
farmer's jeans, she yanked it down quick. On her knees, she fumbled with the boxers, and 
my jaw dropped as I looked at Claire's unit. She was packing an eight-inch cock, still 
soft! Lindsay began to masturbate it slowly, she needed two hands for that operation. I 
could see it didn't take Claire much time to get blood flowing, and within a minute she 
was already getting hard. Lindsay took the cock in her mouth quickly, stroking it while 
wetting the thick meaty head in her mouth. She was still growing in Lindsay's hand, but 
it seemed to extend into her mouth, I could see her moving her jaw to get a more 
accommodating angle. 

"Oh god my little Lindsay," Claire said, I could hear a couple chuckles from the rest of 
the competitors.

Lindsay's head pulled back, the sound of Claire's cock popped out. "Little?" she asked 
incredulously, "I haven't been little in a long time."

"Neither have I," Claire said, and on cue I watched Lindsay let go of her cock, I marveled 
at the thing. It was longer than my forearm, for Christ sake, it had to be a foot and a half 
long. "But I still love you, my little Lindsay."

"I love you too, my size queen, I just wish some day I could swallow you whole, like I 
used to," she sighed, standing up. Claire's cock was right at her mouth level, standing up!

"It's my fault, whenever I'm around you, I can't help but get big," Claire said, stroking 
herself. I figure I'd lose consciousness from the blood loss, but despite my wish she 
would, Claire was pulling it off. Bad choice of words again, damn.

"Oh, please, my size queen, take me," Lindsay dropped her drawers, and almost tore her 
shirt pulling it off, while Claire slowly unbuttoned her shirt, displaying her breasts that on 
any other day would be normal, but looked itty bitty when I looked at her now. She 
stepped over to the knocked the pen and notebook onto the floor. 

"Take me now!" she said, lying on her side on the desk, displaying herself to the 
audience. Claire moved over calmly, then grabbed one of Lindsay's legs, and put it on 
her shoulder. I looked at her cock, not only was it long, it was thick too, and Lindsay's 
eager and inviting pink slit looked tiny compared. Claire penetrated quickly, pushing in a 
lot in a good thrust, I could hear Claire groan at her entrance. 

Claire was working herself slowly, one hand propping the leg on her shoulder, and 
groping one of Lindsay's titanic tits with the other. Lindsay was amazing accepting of the 
huge member, allowing an impossible length and girth inside of her. Not just allowing, 
but I could see her slamming her body back, trying to fill herself deeper with each 
powerful thrust of Claire's gigantic girl cock. Claire had almost finished filling her up, 
and her hand, previously occupied holding Lindsay's leg close to her own, reached over, 
grasping onto her other breast. Honestly it would take two people per breast just to fondle 
her, but Claire was doing what she could with just the two, her hands clutching as much 
flesh as she could, tweaking on her huge hard nipples that were as wide as a can of soda 
and protruding out more than an inch. She pinched the massive mammae, pinching them 
between her forefinger and thumb, the deep pink meat of her nipples looked like it was 
half an inch across!

Claire was sweating, I could see the beads shining with the lights while her massive tool 
continued a pummeling assault on Lindsay's tiny box, honestly I was amazed that the girl 
was able to take it. Claire enormousness was making an obvious bulge in Claire's tiny 
frame, her body swelled from the size and I could see a line going almost to her massive 
melons, swinging freely back and forth with each mighty lunge.

"Oh, oh god!" Lindsay cried out, "Right there, I'm gonna, I'm gonna CUM!" she 
announced, her body wriggled and writhed on top of the desk, I thought she was gonna 
fall off. She grabbed and fondled her breasts as she continued to tremble, Claire didn't 
halt her long driving thrusts for a second. She was working almost all of the foot and a 
half of her cock inside of Claire as she trembled around her. The two continued for a 
moment before the all to familiar ding of the bell sounded.

"You make for quite a show," Claire said, pulling her cock out, Lindsay's juices leaving a 
shiny coat that gleamed in the spotlight.

"Oh, I'm sorry my big size queen, I came before you were ready?" Lindsay asked 
sweetly and innocently, as she leaned backwards.

"You may have cum first," Claire leaned forward, the head of her penis poking between 
Lindsay's breasts, "But she who cums last, cums best!"

"Oh, my queen, you don't mean," Lindsay tried to feign ignorance.

"Oh but I do," Claire poked her cock through Lindsay's breasts. Lindsay held her 
mastodonic mammae together, pushing them to make welcome spot for Claire. Claire 
didn't waste her time, she knew the timer was ticking. Her cock was slamming between 
Claire's cleavage, the head poking up and down like a child on a pogo stick. Lindsay 
opened her mouth, making a welcome landing pad for Claire's cock head, which would 
dip into her lips with each driving thrust before retreating a moment later. Thick lines of 
saliva and maybe precum stuck from her lips to her cock head, forming a gooey image 
for the jumbotron. 

I think they knew they had to be quick about things, because their 'little' tit fuck was 
short lived. 

Claire groaned loudly as the first thick rope of cum shot from her cock, hitting Lindsay 
on the nose. She began to furiously masturbate herself, for me jerking like that it made it 
easier to do big splashy cumshots. Another shot whitewashed her face, hitting her in an 
eye, she had thankfully shut it. Thick creamy shots began to hit her face in rapid 
succession, hitting her chin, her mouth, her forehead, her cheeks, and then one last fire 
hose blast into her mouth.

"You make for quite a show," Lindsay said, grinning as she wiped the cum from her eye. 
"My beautiful size queen."

"Oh ho, and so do you, my little Lindsay," Claire smiled down at her, her huge hard cock 
starting to slowly wilt. She opened her mouth, I think she was going to say something 
else, but the buzzer went off, and the curtains began to draw shut, her mouth followed a 
moment later. 

"Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, creatures of all shapes and sizes, what do you 
think? Does 'Size Queens' get to advance to the second round?" The Impresario asked. I 
was done commenting on it. The crowd was going nuts anyways, I don't think he needed 
to bother to ask.

I started to clap a little bit, honestly just a polite little clap. Still, Anne punched me in the 
arm, hard. I looked over at her and gave her a 'what the fuck' face, to see she was giving 
me one too. 

"That hurts Anne!" I said, running my arm.

"What the fuck are you clapping for, do you want them to win?" she said, in a loud, 
angry whisper.

"I was just being polite," I insisted, "It couldn't have meant a piss in the ocean!"

"Shut up," she said, motioning towards them as they walked over. I half expected 
Lindsay to fall on top of herself. She seemed so top heavy. 

"You didn't get a chance to say the line," Lindsay said, coolly, calmly.

"I know, but the buzzer went off, what can I say?" Claire asked. "It won't matter in the 
long run, at least we got through it without any other mistakes."

"I suppose so, but next time we should do better," Lindsay said, almost regretfully. 

"Yeah, let's go get a drink," Claire sounded bored as she walked by us, completely 
ignoring me.

"I want to shower first, I'm the one who's sticky," Lindsay complained.

"Fine, I'll get you a drink and meet you outside the shower during the intermission," 
Claire grabbed a robe, and donned it before walking away from us.

"Well, we know who our competition is gonna be," Anne said remorsefully. I think she 
wanted them to fail just as much as I did. I was hoping for a premature ejaculation maybe 
or something. 

 "Our last couple is Bill and Emily, their performance is entitled, 'Little Red Riding,'" 
said the Impresario before taking a bow and walking off stage. 

The holographic projector changed the backdrop into an old cabin. It looked warm and 
cozy, just like the titular fairy tale that they were parodying. It was a log cabin, with 
nothing electrical, just the bare essentials. There was a fireplace in one corner and an old 
bed on the other end. 

I saw Bill laying under the covers, playing his part of the wolf. He was wearing an old 
woman's sleeping cap, along with the matching pajamas, white with purple polka dots. 
He even had an old set of glasses, the kind with wide frames above his whiskers. I 
giggled at him as the lights came on, he looked so silly that the audience was laughing 
too. 

"Granma, are you there?" asked a voice from offstage, I had no doubt it was Emily.

"Yea," Bill said in his normal voice, coughing for a second before putting on a falsetto, 
"Yes Little Red Riding Hood, I'm right here."

"Hello grandmother!" Emily burst onto the stage, wearing the signature hood and cape. 
She had a white dress on, with shiny sequined red shoes that clacked on the stage. They 
looked like they belonged on Dorothy, but whatever. "I've brought you some lunch, since 
I heard you weren't well!"

"Yes come closer, my dear," Bill motioned towards himself, hiding his paw under the 
blanket afterwards. 

"Grandmother, what big arms you have!" Emily said, skipping over towards Bill.

"All the better to hug you with, my dear," Bill's falsetto voice kept me laughing, I didn't 
know why really. Just the silly tone coming from his gruff mouth, with fangs and a wolf 
tongue.

"Grandmother, what big legs you have!" Emily said, leaning over on the bed.

"All the better to run with, my child," Bill said, he sounded uneasy. At first I thought he 
just wasn't accustomed to acting…

"Grandmother, what big ears you have!" Emily said, climbing up onto the bed. I watched 
her reach into the pick nick basket as she did so.

"All the better to hear with, my child," he had a quizzical look on my face, I did too, I 
mean I knew they were gonna wind up having sex, but they didn't seem to be putting on 
a show. I figured if it was just gonna be a fake rape scene, then it was going to seem like 
a repeat of what Dan and Linwe had already done, with a wolf instead of a tentacle 
monster.

"Grandmother, what big eyes you have!" she said, fumbling with something in her hands. 
I kept trying to switch between the monitor and peering onstage to figure out what it was. 

"All the better to see with, my child," he licked his lips as she climbed on his chest, 
heaving up and down she lifted and fell along with his every breath. 

"Grandmother," Emily said, grinning herself, "What a big cock you got!" she said, 
quickly running both her hands in an obviously planned move. I didn't see it happen that 
well, her agile hands moved too quick for my eyes. 

"All the better to," Bill looked up at his arms, locked into place with a set of handcuffs 
between the metal bar of the bed, "What the fuck?"

"Oh don't play stupid Big Bad Wolf," Emily said, pulling her hood back as she undid the 
clasp around her neck. "I was on to you from the start, I just had to get some supplies 
before I got here."

"Look, Red, you got it all wrong!" Bill tried to free himself from the handcuffs. Of 
course if he really wanted he could just kick Emily off, but still it helped sell the scene as 
he thrashed around. 

"Oh, got what all wrong there Wolfy?" Emily asked, flopping her hood and cape off of 
the bed. "You find me, ask where I'm gonna go, and then hurry off here for what, to play 
cribbage?"

"No, Red, seriously, I, I just wanted some of the food your carrying, I, honestly I didn't 
do nothing!" he protested, he sounded really panicky. 

"Oh, you didn't do nothing?" she laughed it off. "And your wearing my grandmother's 
pajamas because, what, they're your size?"

"Red, your grandma, she's fine, alright? She's right there in the closet, honestly I was just 
gonna grab the food and run!" he pleaded, this was getting really good. They were better 
than I thought.

"Oh she is? Then I guess she's gonna get a chance to watch," Emily said seductively, as 
she unzipped the back of her dress.

"W, w, w, w, watch what Red?" Bill sounded so intimidated.

"As if you don't know," she said, looking over at the audience. They began to hoot and 
holler at her remark. "You see, when you thought you were the big, bad, wolf, stalking 
your helpless little prey," she said in a mocking voice, "I was really the one stalking you. 
I haven't had a good lay in a long time, and when you dropped out of the sky, I figured it 
was just my luck."

"B, but you sent me to your grandma's house," Bill said sheepishly, "Look Red you gotta 
believe me, ask the three little pigs, I, I'm not that kind of guy, really, this, this was all 
just a prank gone horribly wrong!"

"Oh a prank?" Emily asked sarcastically, as she popped off the button on her red bra, 
peeling it back to show her breasts. "Well, Mr. Wolf, it looks like the hunter, has become 
the hunted. Or," she stood up for a second to pull down her panties as she stood over him, 
"The trapped!"

She lowered her crotch towards his face as he struggled against his bonds. "Well you are 
gonna get a chance to eat me, eat me out. Now put that big old tongue to good use, and 
don't you dare think of leaving a bite mark!" she commanded. His long thin canine 
tongue obeyed, slithering across her pink sex, wetting not only her wetness but all of the 
mound. His tongue was fast, and his slurping tongue actions were being picked up on the 
house system, creating an erotic backdrop of sound. She began to grind herself into his 
face, practically sitting on it. There was barely enough room for the cameraman, and 
sometimes her thigh or his nose would obstruct the view. I could see his nose was wet, I 
couldn't tell if she was rubbing the mixture of his saliva and her fluids on his face or if 
that was just normal.

"Oh yeah, your not a Big Bad Wolf, your just a harmless widdy puppy, ain'tcha?" Emily 
asked, as she grasped onto her breasts. Her body began to grind itself towards her face, 
smearing him with her juices that flowed almost as plentiful as my drool. It was a slow 
grind, she started at his furry chin and grated it along his face, I wondered if it was 
tickling her downstairs.

"Maybe not so little after all, are ya?" Emily asked as she stepped back. She fell down, 
plopping ass backwards on his legs, and I could see him wince in pain, I think he bit his 
tongue as he tried not to respond to it. She just kept going along with it, to her credit. 

She reached into the pajamas, and pulled out Bill's cock, it seemed to twitch with life, not 
a big surprise since she hadn't done anything with it while she was getting off. "Maybe 
you aren't bad, but you are big, aren't ya Wolfy?" she took the organ in both hands. It 
was large and red, without a cock head, and covered with veins. There was a huge 
softball sized thing at the base, I remember from my old dog it was called a knot, and it 
was used to help keep the sperm in place when they mated.

She teased the shaft for a little bit, before leaning down, leaving small, tender looking 
kisses along the red rocket. I could hear bill whimpering like a dog at her action, his hips 
were humping forward, but Emily seemed content to just tease. Her fingers seemed to 
barely glide along it, I could see his hips buckle and thrust, already making precum that 
seemed to bubble and fall around it. 

"Aww, poor widdle wolfy, I'm not mean, I just wanted to make sure you were ready," 
she smiled and gave his red member a kiss again, lines of precum stuck to her lips and 
formed gossamer strings as she slowly pulled her kisser off. She licked her lips for a 
second, I could practically taste the cum on my lips as I watched her slow and deliberate 
actions.

She stood up on the bed, gyrating her hips again and she lowered herself onto his waiting 
cock, still standing straight up as he begged for some kind of attention, high pitched 
whines like my dog used to when he wanted to bury a bone…bad choice of words. 

She dropped herself onto his cock, bending her knees and letting the tip in. His body 
thrust upward, if it was me I might have jumped out of the bed after being teased like 
that. She lowered herself slowly, her knees must have been aching after all of that 
gyrating, but as she bounced up and down on his slick red cock I didn't see any signs of 
exhaustion. 

She groaned aloud, her petite body was taking in the large veiny cock. Not as large as 
Claire's but bigger than I'd want nonetheless. Even though he had eaten her out, and was 
coated in precum, I could only imagine it was a tight fit. Still, she was taking it in like a 
pro, and inch-by-inch was disappearing in her sex, beads of juices squirting from the tight 
seams of their lovemaking.

The bell went off, and the two of them really kicked it into gear. Emily, who had once 
worked her body up and down in slow, exaggerated gyrating motions was now bouncing 
herself up and down quickly, her body was almost like a blur. Bill's hips were slamming 
into her each time that she dropped down, and the constant smacking sound was on the 
surround sound, along with the Emily's high pitched moans and Bill's deep animalistic 
grunts. Emily's hands were fixed onto her breasts, her fingertips glued to her nipples as 
she lifted and pinched her chest with each bounce, really putting on a show despite her 
svelte body.

"Oh, oh good Wolfy, oh, oh fuck me yeah!" She cried out loud, really playing it up for 
the audience, who was cheering on the final act. "Oh god Wolfy, I'm so, uh glad I, found 
you in the for-est!" she groaned in between long hard humps. "Fill me up you BIG, BAD 
WOLF!" she shrieked out loud at the last word as her body slumped down, she was 
shaking uncontrollably as she came. I don't think that Bill was ready for that, and kept 
pounding her as she came hard on top of him, grabbing onto her ass cheeks to help 
support her.  He stopped for a moment, and she pulled her body up and leaned back and 
just in time.

Bill let out a deep growl, like a wolf in the middle of the night, as he blew his load. A 
gigantic shot of cum flew up from his cock, and hit her in the face. His second blast hit 
her on the chest, and each subsequent blast made it as least as high as her belly button, 
covering both her chest and his in sticky cum from his cock, if anything it looked redder 
from all their fucking.

"Oh, you really are a big, bad wolf, ain't ya?" Emily said, petting him on the head. "I 
think me and grandma have needed a new pet, she's been getting sick of the Woodsman, 
he doesn't have nearly as big a cock as you do, yes you do my Big, Bad Wolfy," she said 
in a baby voice as she rubbed under his chin.

The buzzer went off a couple second later, and as the curtains drew, I finally had a 
chance to sit down for a second. The group around the TV had been so large that I had to 
stand at the front in order to see it, since I was about a foot shorter than the rest of the 
group.

"Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, creatures of all shapes and sizes, what do you 
think? Does 'Little Red Riding' get to advance to the second round?" The Impresario 
asked, honestly I wondered if he was getting sick of repeating himself like that, I 
certainly was.

"Ugh, they needed to fix that cum shot, come on, little red riding hood doesn't get a facial 
on her red hood with his red cock? Can I spell it out anymore?" Anne asked, insulting yet 
another act, I was just gonna let her do it from now on, and not argue with it anymore.

Emily bounced off of the bed and made her way towards us, wiping her hands off.

"Hey!" Bill shouted from the bed.

Emily turned around, I couldn't help but giggle as she said "Sorry!" and bolted over to 
take the cuffs off of him. "You did good boy."

"Thanks, next time, don't put the handcuffs on so tightly. My hands were numb for the 
whole second half," He said disapprovingly, rubbing his wrists. 

"Hey, it's hard to set them up on the fly like that, and YOU were the one who wanted to 
go for authenticity," she gave the handcuffs to a stagehand as the two made their way 
backstage.

"Yeah but still, you could have done something. And my god, selfish a little bit? I was 
eating you out for a third of the friggin' scene, and you blew a couple of kisses on me and 
just started jumping up and down. I had to have a cum shot too there," Bill chided.

"Hey, genius, we were running low on time, and half the friggin' scene, was me trapping 
the Big Bad Wolf, and that was YOUR idea, so don't get on MY case. You were the one 
who said it was about the wolf touching the girl," she shot right back.

"Hey Anne, Julie, this is my partner Emily, Emily, this is Anne's friend Julie," Bill said, 
trying to change the subject.

"Heya Bill, Emily, good job," Anne said, nodding.

"Hi Emily, good job you two," I said, trying to be optimistic. I was amused at Anne's 
double face, encouraging them when she talked to them and talking them down when 
their backs were turned. 

"Yeah, here's hoping," Emily said to Anne, completely ignoring me. Bitch.

"At least you guys didn't have to wait until the last act to get it done," Bill sounded 
depressed.

"It was a good finale," I offered up.

"Well, let's see, they should announce the winners in a minute," Emily said glumly. "If 
Wolfman here did a good enough job, maybe we can have a chance."

"Oh god just cut it the fuck out Emily, okay? Stop trying to show me up in public," Bill 
said angrily. "There, he's gonna announce it now!" he said, geez Bill sounded like the 
kind of guy who needed to have the last word.

"Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, boys and girls of all ages, creatures of all shapes 
and sizes, the first round of the second annual Club Vanilla talent show is complete. Once 
more, I would like to thank you for your showing of support for the participants and your 
patience. Thanks to your enthusiastic support, we have been able to decide the 
contestants who will make it to the next round. Before we announce it, how about another 
round of applause for the contestants?" the Impresario announced, his bombastic voice 
creating suspense behind stage that was palpable. I wasn't that worried because Liz told 
me that we were in the lead but…still, I wasn't going to be sure until I knew for sure. The 
clapping and screaming audience wasn't helping either.

"With no further ado, the following acts have made it to the second round, and an 
opportunity to win the talent show," the Impresario said.

To be continued…


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