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Each scene contains various kinds of sex, I am just going to list them in random order to 
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Tentacle, oral, anal, double penis, vaginal, loli, BDSM, lactation machine, size, faux 
incest, faux birth

Club Vanilla
Chapter 8
Talent Show Part 3, semifinal round



"Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, boys and girls of all ages, creatures of all shapes 
and sizes, the first round of the Club Vanilla Second Annual 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 advance it to the next round. Before we announce who shall 
advance, how about another round of applause for all of 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.

Everyone was crowded near the side of the stage. Some people had crossed fingers, 
others were biting their fingernails. Some were tapping their feet while others tried to act 
calm. I was just grabbing my fists, trying to steady myself. Being in a high school play 
was one thing, you weren't expected to be that good. But being judged, even if it wasn't 
to your face, was something different. 

Anne grabbed me by the arm, with a dead serious look on her face. "Whatever happens, 
keep it to yourself until you're outta the stage. Don't celebrate in front of guys who just 
died."

I nodded, she had a good point. I didn't want to ask 'What if we're one of the deceased?'.

"The following act has made it to the second round, and an opportunity to win the talent 
show is," The impresario said, really whipping up the anticipation. There was even a 
drum roll as he paused. "The first act is Futanari Authority, congratulations Amanda and 
Raymond, come up on stage!" he announced. The couple smiled at each other, hugging 
before running up on stage, raising their hands above their heads. Geez, don't overdo it 
guys, you didn't win yet. The impresario showed them to the other side of the stage, 
where they could wait I guess. There was a spotlight there for them to stand at. Lucky 
bastards at least they knew first.

"The second act that has made it to the second round, and an opportunity to win the talent 
show is," He waited for the drum roll, god this was nerve wracking. "The second act is 
Size Queens, congratulations Claire and Lindsay, come up on stage!" he said. I watched 
with a subdued anger and resentment as the two of the coolly and collectively walked on 
stage, smiling and nodding to the audience. They even waved like they were real frigging 
queens! They had to be so cool about it I just wanted to scream. They basked in their 
glory for a moment before moving to the side of the stage, with Amanda and Raymond. 
Two down.

"Our third act that has made it to the second round, and an opportunity to win the talent 
show is," The Impresario was making this as hard as possible for us. The drum roll did 
nothing but make it all worse. I guess that was the point. "The third act is Tentacle 
Shower room, congratulations Dan and Linwe, come up on stage!" the Impresario 
shouted. He waited for a minute, but neither of them showed up. Everyone's heads 
started turning backstage.

"Lin!" I shouted, seeing her body wrapped by a mass of tentacles. "LIN!"

"Huh? What?" She mumbled into a tentacle.

"Get up there!" I shouted rudely. But come the hell on she was dragging this out.

"Did we win?" Lin asked, nonchalantly.

"Yes, now puh lease get your cute little buns up there on stage!" The stage director 
commanded. He tried to move Lin and Dan unsuccessfully. I wondered if he could even 
carry in his own groceries.

"Oh, maybe we shouldn't have been fooling around backstage with our little encore," Lin 
smiled, wiping her mouth. Lin ran onstage, really drumming up the audience as she 
shook her moneymaker, and clutched and played with her breasts for the audience, even 
in the terrycloth robe it was still quite a sight. Dan rolled on a moment later, I don't think 
he was as big into the attention as Lin was. The crowd seemed to cheer for him more 
though, maybe it was because he was unique, I don't know. The two of them made their 
way to the winner's corner, where the other two acts were waiting. It made for a motley 
crew.

Honestly at the time I was almost shaking with nervousness. It wasn't so much not 
winning it was not knowing. Oh what was I saying, of course it was not winning. I 
wanted to win. I never really won anything before. But thanks to Lin's slow moving ass I 
had to stay waiting for another minute. God it felt like waiting for a new license, it was 
taking forever.

"Here we go," Anne said, "It's now or never. Do or die. Win or go home." I wondered 
how many more euphemisms she was going to bring up before we just knew.

"And finally, ladies and gentlemen, our final act that has made it to the second round, and 
an opportunity to win the talent show is," he paused for that god awful drum roll. Come 
on just say it already! "…Schoolgirl Sisters! Julie and Anne, congratulations, come up on 
stage!" he announced, I almost jumped out of my skin in glee. Thank god Anne told me 
not to celebrate…

I tried to be still my racing heart, and walked out on stage, waving to the crowd and 
smiling as sweetly as I could. I imitated the Miss Universe contestants my dad used to 
adore. Big smile, small steps, make sure your breasts were facing the audience the whole 
time, eyes up, shake your hips with each step. Anne was meanwhile trying to play the 
sweet little girl overcome with it all, her eyes were filled with confusion and wonder, 
hands by her head in happiness, mouth agape. God she looked adorable. I don't know 
how she learned how to do that, but she was so cute sometimes I wanted to adopt her. 
Before remembering that I was young enough to be her daughter, or maybe 
granddaughter if she had children young and mom had children young…god why was I 
thinking about that? 

The two of us made it to the winner's circle to the side of the stage. Wasn't much room 
there as we shuffled around Dan's massive size, even though he was trying to 
accommodate everyone, just like he would. Neither one of us wanted to stand near Claire 
and Lindsay, but it was hard to position him between us. I should have sent him a 
telepathic message.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, these four acts will continue into the next round of Club 
Vanilla's Second Annual Talent Show. However before we begin our intermission, let's 
hear it for the remaining contestants, they all worked hard and deserve another round of 
applause for their efforts!" The Impresario said. I could see the mincing mannerisms of 
the stage director trying to get everyone up onstage, but nobody seemed particularly 
happy about the prospect of going back to the stage as a failure. I wouldn't.

The first two to make their way out were Amy and Zakuto, holding hands. Amy looked 
pissed, but Zakuto looked happy enough. She was saying something to her but I couldn't 
hear with the crowd's applause, maybe she was just trying to make the best of it all. 
Emily and Bill were both fighting backstage, I could see the venom on their faces. But as 
soon as they made it onstage they seemed to change completely. Like a light switch, they 
acknowledged the cheers of the audience, bowing their heads and waving, albeit glumly. 
Tom and Jen came on next, they made no mistake about their depression about losing, 
they both looked like people who had failed. The last two out were Miles and Hazel, they 
seemed dejected. Maybe they were just glad to have it over, I might want to just change 
back into street clothes and go home if we lost. 

"Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, boys and girls of all ages, creatures of all shapes 
and sizes, we will now begin our second intermission. In just one hour's time we shall 
resume the show. Do not be late, and thank you again for coming!" The Impresario's 
booming voice filled the theater. As he bowed his head the curtains shut, and I could feel 
everyone let out a collective sigh. Well, everyone where I was staying, in the winner's 
circle. All of the other contestants in the middle of the stage, the losers I guess, were still 
worked up.

I could see the group behind me begin to disperse. I guess I was the rookie I didn't file 
out with the rest of them, maybe I should have.

"What the fuck Bill? That's fucking bullshit!" Emily complained, turning on him only 
seconds after the curtains were drawn.

"Oh because it's all my fault right? I was the only one out there," Bill glared angrily, 
made worse by his wolfman form. His jaws opened showing off the teeth.

"You were the genius who came up with that idea! 'Oh little red riding hood, everyone 
will love to see that!' Well where the fuck were all the furries? I guess everyone didn't 
love it, did they?" Emily mocked.

"Hey it was better than your idea? What was it again? Oh that's right, nothing!" He 
snarled, flaring his nose.

"I'm sorry it's my fault for thinking your shit for brains could come up with a halfway 
decent idea!" she stepped right back up in his face.

"Look you were the one who didn't understand that there's an actual camera. Nobody can 
see shit because you don't know how to get on top of me and give a halfway decent 
angle. This isn't three-d honey, they have to get in there with actual cameras like the old 
days. So don't fucking blame me for everything!" he shouted, half howled really, and 
stormed offstage. Emily followed him, she didn't seem like the kind of woman who 
would let him get the last word.

"Don't worry," Anne whispered in my ear, "I hear their makeup sex is great!"

"Bah, these fools wouldn't know a good acting performance if they saw one," Amy 
sighed, still with the Shakespearian tone. "The bard wouldst be rolling in his grave."

"Oh come on Amy, we had fun," Zakuto smiled at her partner. "And we had a good time. 
You haven't acted for over a year, and you had fun coaching me."

"You always did know how to make me smile," Amy said, hugging Zakuto. 

"Come on, let's get a drink and forget about it all, and enjoy the night, ok? We can stick 
around if you want, or we can just head home. Maybe light some candles, open a bottle of 
wine, and go over some Shakespeare in bed," Amy is lucky to have someone like Zakuto. 
Anne was my partner, but not my lover really. I mean we made love but it's not like we 
were in love together. 

"Still doubt these imbeciles have any appreciation of a real theatrical performance," Amy 
said begrudgingly. 

"Hmm, at least people cheered for you," Hazel sighed. "You could hear crickets chirp 
when we were up there. Do you even have an idea how hard it was to get that tub in here? 
All for nothing! I don't even think anyone got the name, Miles Smiles."

"What was it?" Zakuto asked politely, she seemed to be having a good time. I'd be 
shitting kittens if I had lost.

"It's an old jazz song, Miles Davis. Besides, my stage name, Miles, it's an anagram for 
slime, get it?" Miles said. My uncle used to joke like that, while everyone in the room 
tried to be polite and smile or laugh. But really we all just wished he would stop. I was 
just glad I hadn't been the one asking.

"Oh, clever," Hazel nodded, I didn't get it at first either. Well I still don't get the song 
reference but the anagram I kinda do. But who really cares about anagrams?

"Yeah at least the pedos were out in full force," Jen joked. She was the first one to 
approach us, the only two who had advanced that stuck around. "You better win you 
know that?" she asked, offering a hand to Anne.

"Told you that was the plan," Anne didn't take her hand, she went straight for a hug. Jen 
had to lean down for the shorter woman.

"You too Julie," Jen looked at me from over Anne's shoulder. "I don't want you to give 
Anne a reason to let you out of our deal. Next night you're mine." She winked. I took her 
hand, shaking it, but it was kind of awkward the way she was hugging Anne.

"Yeah congrats you two," Tom said quickly. I still get a hang up calling him a him, when 
he has a futanari's body. I didn't even get a chance to say a word to him before he headed 
off. 

"Oh don't worry about him," Jen shook her head. "He's a little pissy about losing. 
Honestly when he swaps genders like that he becomes all emotional like he's on the rag."

"Oh I know, remember when I spilled his drink on his shirt? Like it was so important just 
because it was new and his only femme shirt!" Anne threw her hands up. "I had to screw 
him just to stop his whiny crybaby bitching!"

"Let's get going," I said, I was beat and wanted to sit down for a little bit. And get a 
drink, god I could really loosen up. Plus it was still pretty hostile back here.

"Sure," Anne said, letting go of Jen. "No reason to stick around here, for now."

"I'm buying the first round," Jen offered, she must have been reading my mind. 

"I'm drinking the first round," I added, jokingly. Neither one of them found it funny. I 
just stood there like a dope. I resigned myself to just follow them out.

The hallway was jam packed, all of the people were filing out to the various areas of the 
club. A lot of them were moving to the exit, damned smokers. I grinned watching some 
of them head towards the back rooms. I wondered how many people were fantasizing of 
me back there as they found their own intermission. The bar was swarmed, it seems that 
everyone wanted a drink. I had never seen more than one bartender, but there were three, 
and they all looked like they were bumping elbows trying to serve the drinks quick 
enough. 

"Oh god, everyone else had all night. Can't the actor's get a drink without any hassle?" 
Anne asked, peering through people on her tippy toes, trying to get a look at how long the 
line just was. Well I guess it wasn't a line per se, more just a group of people surrounding 
the bar and shouting out orders. 

"Hmm, I see you're using the phrase 'actors' as loose as that body of yours is," came a 
voice from behind. I turned over and saw Lindsay, Claire's partner from the size act. 
Actually all I saw were her tits, got it looked like someone had blown them up bigger. 
Not just a little bigger, they were HUGE! They looked like two prize winning 
watermelons jutting from her chest, I was surprised she could stand. Her back must be 
killing her.

"Funny coming from you, last I heard you could house a family of four in your uterus," 
Anne turned around, angry. "I'm gonna beat you two this year."

"Hah, keep dreaming little girl," Lindsay chuckled. Her tits were bigger, ginormous now. 
It was almost scary actually, they looked impossibly huge.

"I won't need to," Anne shook her head. "I've got a new partner, a new act, and we're 
going for the gold."

"Gold? HAH! You'll never make it past this round. You barely made it into the second 
one," Lindsay was egging Anne on and she was taking the bait. 

"Wow, you're really playing that card?" I asked, finally speaking up. 

"Oh, it looks like big sis is sticking up, how cute," She tried to trivialize me. "Why don't 
you just go home before your bed time?"

"You think these little mind games are gonna work? Fat chance, we're gonna win that 
contest. All you're doing is showing off how scared you really are. Maybe after this is all 
over your partner will remember the name Julie Jones. Or maybe she'll just remember 
my face holding the trophy over my head."

"Your new partner has a little mouth on her," she grinned at her own pun. 

"Do you have a hand pump for those fake tit balloons?" I tried to change the subject. "Or 
do you just transfer some of the air from your head?"

"What? Oh that's right. I went to go see Billie between acts. She inflated me a little bit 
more," she grinned, grabbing and bouncing her breasts for emphasis. Idiots around us 
were taking pictures with their communicators.

"What? That's cheating! Your not allowed to go back and change your body!" Anne 
sounded like a child who had been cheated. It was actually pretty cute, but I doubt that 
was the intent.

"Oh you poor stupid little girl, didn't you bother reading the rule book? They changed all 
of that, now we can go and make alterations between rounds," Lindsay mocked her. "Or 
did you regress your age so young you can't read?"

"Oh did they go and change the rules on me? Hmm, sorry Lindsay, I guess I was too busy 
working on my act, instead of inflating my tits up," Anne said sarcastically. "Doesn't 
look like you worried too much about that. But then again, you were always more boobs 
than brains, even before you blew them up like watermelons!"

"Well can't inflate the brains can you? Might as well just blow up the only worthwhile 
feature on her," I added in. It almost felt wrong to gang up on her. Almost.

"Oh ha, ha," Lindsay rolled her eyes. "You two are going down, and not just on each 
other."

"Yeah, yeah. Your just trying to waste their time so they can't get back to change," Jen 
said from behind, backing us up. Where was she the whole time?

"Pfft, fat chance, Billie just took her break, and Elizabeth is nowhere to be seen," Lindsay 
leaned her head back in a fake laugh, god I can't stand fake laughter. "Hey a round of 
drinks for the little girls here, on my tab. Virgin Mary for each, don't want mommy 
getting upset!"

Lindsay laughed, this time sincerely, at her own stupid joke. Then she rubbed her hand in 
Anne's hair, tussling it up and screwing up her pigtails. Bitch. Claire probably put her up 
to it, god I want to kick their ass. 

"We gotta find Liz," Anne turned towards me, trying to straighten her hair out.

"Why? We're great already, we can beat them now, we don't need any changes!" I said, 
trying to amp her up. 

"If your opponent gathers reinforcements, you have to reevaluate if you can still beat 
them. Claire's probably got a baseball bat swinging between her legs now. Last year it 
was against the rules to change between rounds…I guess I didn't bother checking the 
rulebook," Anne scratched her neck, trying to look innocent. But the act didn't work on 
me. I knew she was no innocent little girl. She was supposed to be the one in charge.

"Anne, you said that you were on top of all of this, what the hell?" I looked at her, trying 
not to overdo it.

"Hey cut me some slack, I was the one who set up the act, who got all the costumes, who 
did just about everything on this bit, the rules were almost the same, I missed the one 
change there was!" she shouted back at me.

"Girls, stop fighting," I don't think that Jen would have made a good mother, from the 
way she could hardly take our little argument. Or maybe she would have just from her 
inability to let the children bicker. "Just go find Liz. She can't be that hard to find can 
she?"

"She could be anywhere," I didn't know what else to say. "I'll try the shower room, you 
try the front desk, give me a comm if you hear anything."

"Alright, either way, don't be late!" Anne said, and in a flash her athletic body was 
weaving in and out of the crowd towards the front desk. 

I did the smart thing. "Bartender, can I get a…"

"Sex on the Beach, here you go Julie, good luck," The bartender said, handing me my 
drink. I still have no idea how she remembered that but I'll take it. I didn't get a chance to 
ask, she was busy taking care of another customer. I made a note to remember to pay my 
tab when I get back.

Mmm, that drink was good, a shame I had to finish it in one big gulp. It's not like one 
was going to hurt me, and honestly, after everything tonight I needed it. I still don't know 
why Anne was so worked up. We could beat those two as we were, we don't need to 
change to win. Then again, Anne was so worried about things I think I would have to 
hear it forever if that was the reason we lost. And I think right now she would have done 
everything besides break someone's legs to win. Maybe even that if she could get away 
with it. 

I took my time weaving in and out of the crowd, I wasn't as quick as Anne was but I 
didn't have as far to go. Anne was going through the bar and club area, one of the busiest 
sections of the club to another busy area, the front desk, probably filled with cigarette 
smoke. Still the perspective was all wrong, I was at people's elbow and shoulder level, 
and I didn't want to get drinks or h'ordeurves all over me. Plus we did have like, an hour, 
and where could she have wound up? Its not like we were searching throughout the entire 
city. There wasn't a good reason to get worked up about it just yet, but I didn't want to 
dilly dally either. She was probably still lying down there where we left her.

I burst into the hallway out back, expecting to have another busy crowd to work through. 
But nobody was back there with me. The hallway to the shower room was empty, not 
even a stagehand back there. I guess nobody cared about showering now. Actually, it was 
nice to just have a little peace and quiet after being up on stage. What the hell did I sign 
up for anyway?

I burst into the shower room, calling "Elizabeth!" but there wasn't any answer. Then 
again she was beat tired, and my shouts weren't exactly going to raise the dead. I was a 
little hoarse and I wanted to save my voice for the performance, and not just my lines. I 
checked over at the bench next to the lockers, but there was no sign of her around. Well 
that sucked, waste of my time.

I was about to leave when I heard some noise in the shower stalls and ran towards it. 

"Liz? Liz is that you? You there Liz?" I asked, weaving through the shower stalls. The 
stalls were nice, each one was fully enclosed, with a light shade of blue plastic trimming 
that only showed up in bathrooms and bad flatware. And ugly cars. They each had 
closing doors, I think it was safety glass, but it looked blurry between. It was kind of like 
the windows in the rooms, if they were half on. I didn't think I could make out who was 
in the stall since the doors went to the floor, and the glass wasn't transparent, but I 
checked a few of them anyway. The water wasn't coming from any of the closed stalls, 
they were all empty. But one was wide open, I could see the door unlatched and hanging 
back and forth.

"Liz is that you? Oh, god, sorry," I said, walking in on Lin and Dan making out in the 
shower. And Lin was, of course, only wearing wet tentacles, from what I wanted to hope 
was just the shower water.

"Oh hey Julie. Nah it's just us in here, uh, you know, rehearsing," Lin laughed into a 
tentacle. "You want to give us a hand? I'm gonna show off my acting in the next round. 
But there's always room for another acting coach!"

"Uh no, sorry, I, Anne would kill me," I tried to make up an excuse, god Lin was a little 
slut sometimes. Of course look at me fucking a loli up on stage, and I did have a 
threesome with the two of them. 

"She can come in too. Plenty of tentacles to go around," Lin grinned sensually. I could 
have sworn that Dan's large shining blue eyes were rolling at the prospect. 

"No, uh, have you two seen Elizabeth around?" I wanted to get back on topic.

"Yeah she was sleeping on the bench, when we came in we woke her up, she kept 
bitching about the noise. Its not like five hundred pounds of tentacles are quiet going 
down stairs you know. So she beat it, said something about going to find another couch, 
prude," Lin said, kissing on a tentacle. I'm sure it had nothing to do with her shrieking 
orgasm announcement. 

"Another couch? Is there some back area or something I don't know about?" I wasn't 
sure, if they hide the whole shower and group room complexes from me the whole time, 
then what else was there? 

"Don't think so, maybe she got a room? I don't know if I'd want to use one, god knows 
who did what, and when, there? Could have been a bukkake gangbang ten minutes before 
you get in," Linwe grinned. I think she might have done that, whatever it was. I actually 
didn't want to know what it was.

I heard a voice enter into my head, it seemed tired and frail. However it was still the 
meek and polite voice that I instantly recognized as Dan. 'There are couches in the 
lounge.' 

"The lounge?" I wasn't sure where he meant. At first I thought the lounge was where 
Anne went, where people waited to change.

"Over where they play pool, I bet there was no one there during the show," Lin continued 
to make out with the tentacle, it was…a very strange thing to watch. "Now, if you don't 
wanna join, how about you let us finish things."

"Oh, yeah sure, thanks for the help," I tried but I couldn't wipe away the image of her 
putting a tongue inside of a mouth tentacle. My body shook with how creepy it was. I just 
kept moving, out of the shower room and down the hall. Ok, now I had to move, wasted 
fifteen minutes just getting pointed in a new direction. I grabbed my comm and tried to 
call Anne, to see if she had made any headway. I guessed not, since she would have 
commed me.

I looked impatiently at the comm, wanting to will the connection. Since the hallway was 
empty, there wasn't any worry about hitting someone. I just speed walked towards the 
exit, with my eyes on the communicator. I took a picture of Anne for my phone, all done 
up with her schoolgirl stuff. It was a safe picture, just a schoolgirl in pigtails, but as I 
looked at her I was mentally thinking up some things. Not, you know, sexual, just 
improvements. Dimples, add some dimples, they would look so cute on her. Longer hair 
too, really long, all the way to the floor. Could have larger breasts too, but they were still 
big for her age. Bigger eyes maybe, then she'd really look cute. Larger lips maybe, hmm 
what else…

"…Julie? Julie? JULIE ANSWER ME!" I heard my comm going off, I was so busy 
looking at the picture trying to better her that I forgot I was calling her. 

"Yeah, uh, hello Anne," I said a little sheepishly. 

"Nothing here, I found Billie but she won't do anything, lazy bitch. Since when did 
nurses have a union? God forbid she do her job, she was on duty when nobody wanted to 
go there. You find Liz?" Annie's voice was a mixture of high pitched childish innocence 
with an adult drive and determination. I opened the door for the main dance floor.

"Not yet, but I might have found a lead. I'm making it for the lounge now," I stepped into 
the main club, the lounge was only a couple of steps away. Of course the only route was 
around the crowd. Never quite that easy.

"I see you!" she shouted into communicator, almost deafening me. I started to really 
move it, didn't want to go slow if she was watching me.

Suddenly I felt her nimble fingers goose my butt. "Ah you little, you're getting a 
spanking!" I shouted at her, I hated when the boys used to pinch my butt, or pull back my 
bra straps.

"We talked about that before, didn't we? I don't think that a spanking would work. 
Maybe we should have reconsidered it, everyone seemed to love that futa authority thing, 
but I don't like to ad lib," Anne took my idea too literally, her speedy little legs whizzed 
past me.

"Right, whatever," I didn't want to get into this whole…thing again. I just let the baby 
have her bottle. I was starting to get a little out of breath following after her anyways, and 
I didn't want to waste the breath arguing. "Liz might be around here."

We stepped into the lounge area, a couple of people were playing pool. The classical 
lounge music that usually played was on low, the whole place seemed much more chilled 
out than the rest of the place. Beyond the pool players the room was otherwise empty, 
except for a certain catgirl sleeping on one of the leather couch. We both ran over to her, 
the hour long intermission was almost half finished already. 

"Liz, Liz, wake up!" Anne shouted, she was shaking the poor catgirl by her shoulders. 

Elizabeth growled and turned over, knocking her coat off her shoulder and onto the floor.

"Come on, bad cat, off the couch, get up now!" Anne commanded.

"What do you want?" she mumbled, licking her hand.

"We need you to help us, and now. We have less than a half hour before we have to go 
back onstage!" I tried to plead with her.

"Fine, fine, I'm getting up, what do you need that's so important?" she asked, rubbing her 
eyes as she leaned forward.

"Give her dimples, cute ones," I said, pointing to the spot on my face.

"Make her hair shinier," Anne added.

"Make her hair longer, all the way to the floor," I said rapidly.

"Make her cock thicker and longer, but not too much," Anne must have been thinking 
too.

"Make her breasts bigger, just a bit more and make her nipples larger and harder," I 
tossed in.

"Her breasts have to be bigger to lactate, but normal whole milk, maybe a extra white. Oh 
and high powered milking too, its got to shoot out into the audience," Anne slipped in 
there. I guess she was willing to ad lib so long as I was the one who would feel it.

"Make her eyes bigger, her face will look smaller and cuter, oh and big eyelashes too," I 
added, just rolling with the punches.

"Oh and," Anne started to say.

"Enough already, just, just stop," Liz held her head in her hands. 

"Come on then, we don't have time to waste!" Anne grabbed one of her hands, and I 
grabbed the other, as we dragged her back towards the front desk. She was a little slow 
but it didn't take long to get her to the main club area. 

"Hey Jen!" I shouted, seeing her near the bar, talking to Bill and a couple people I didn't 
know, "Get this cat a cup of coffee, to go!" 

The bartender must have heard, because before we even left the bar area Elizabeth had a 
plastic cup of hot coffee ready and waiting for her. I noticed Lindsay and Claire at a table 
next the exit, giving us the stink eye. I stuck my tongue out at them. We showed Liz back 
to what I call the 'transformation room' with plenty of time to spare. I even got another 
drink in me before we had to make it back onstage.

*

Standing backstage was a little easier, with half of the people gone things didn't seem as 
bad. Of course, now nobody was making small talk. They only spoke to their partners. 
Even then I didn't hear much conversation going on. Dan and Lin were still fooling 
around, standing side stage. Raymond and Amanda were sitting in front of the monitor, 
they looked kind of casual, even dressed up like that. Wait, wasn't Amanda the one 
wearing the leather? Claire and Lindsay were just standing around, talking about movies. 
God I wanted to hit them, they just had to be so nonchalant.

"Okay everyone, big news!" the stage director walked over, holding a computer pad. 
"The order of the acts will be in this order, first will be Linwe and Dan, and be on time 
for this act instead of fooling around puh lease! After that we will move onto Amanda 
and Raymond, make sure that your…contraption or whatever you want to call it, is 
working. Then it will be Claire and Lindsay, oh my," he said, looking at Lindsay, "If you 
two girls can fit everything on stage that is." He laughed effeminately. I couldn't count 
how many people rolled their eyes. "And rounding out the back will be Anne and Julie, 
you cute little ragamuffins."

"Alright, alright, it's about to start, Dan, Linwe, you two are up!" he said. Geez, he 
seemed more on top of things for this act. Like he was actually directing the stage or 
something. 

"Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, boys and girls of all ages, creatures of all shapes 
and sizes, we welcome you to the second round of the second annual Club Vanilla talent 
show! Before the round begins, we would humbly remind you to be supportive of the 
actors and actresses. Everyone here has worked doubly hard to get a second performance 
ready for you tonight. Also, please remember you that you, the audience are going to 
determine who wins this competition, so be sure to really cheer on your favorite 
competitors!" he announced bombastically. "Oh, and just one last thing, the first ten rows 
are in the splash zone, so you may get wet, with what I can't say," he winked and 
grinned, not garnering the same laughter he had the first time. 

"Our first couple for the second round is Dan and Linwe, their performance is entitled, 
'Tentacle Shower room,'" said the impresario before taking a bow and walking off stage.

The holographic projector had already recreated the shower room, it looked like a 
stereotypical male fantasy. There was the locker room on one end, complete with the red 
lockers. I could see the fake shower running on the other side. Of course, there was 
nothing in between the stalls. It was just three shower heads spraying water straight 
down. Because all guys know that women shower naked together, with no curtains, right? 
Linwe was standing outside, tapping her white tennis sneaker clad foot impatiently 
outside of the shower room. She was wearing red and white, and not much of it on the 
skimpy uniform. 

"Oh tentacle monster," she sighed, her arms crossed. "Why do you make me wait? I want 
be with you now!"

She paced around in a circle, staring at the shower room. "That first day I was so afraid, 
but it was so good at the same time. For so long I did not know how to feel about it. But I 
do not think that you are a monster. I think that you are just lonely. Like me."

She leaned down and untied her shoes, kicking them off. She must have lost her socks, 
she wasn't wearing them. Or maybe they were wet back in the real shower room. She 
continued to pace around the holographic, her foot even passing through it at least once 
from what I could see. She tried to look like she was angry or upset or something, it 
looked more like she was trying to hold from passing gas.

She sighed, and pulled off her top, much to the adulation of the crowd. I could see her 
staring at the shower, longingly, she looked like a puppy missing her chew toy. She 
buried her hand in her face. Was she…actually trying to act? It almost worked, her 
physical acting was better than her verbal at least.

She looked bored as she undid her cranberry bra, exposing the pale, white skin of her 
breasts and her nipples, already hard. I don't think I'd ever put bored and undid her bra in 
a sentence about Lin before now. She grabbed one shoulder strap and pulled the other 
back, aiming it into the audience before she shot it off. She broke character for a second, 
smiling at the group fighting over the souvenir. 

She unzipped her cheerleading skirt and let it drop to the floor. It wasn't hiding much 
anyway, you could see her panties from the get go. I had seen her picture on her ID card, 
she was a bit overweight outside of the club, and had more zits than I could count. But up 
here on stage she was the svelte and skinny Linwe. And she was cute, standing up there 
on stage. I still like her ears, it feels so weird to touch them in real life, like long pointy 
fingers attached to her head. They parted her hair so nicely, it really made her look cute, 
walking around in just her panties.

"Oh tentacle monster, you do not go to the other girls. No you just come to me. I asked, 
all of them have boyfriends, or girlfriends. But I am the only one who is alone," Lin 
lamented. It was so weird, it was like she was trying to act, but she still talked without 
using contractions, it was like, kindergarten plays or something. "Alone, just like you are 
alone. But we do not have to be alone, please tentacle monster, come with me and we can 
be…together."

She pulled down her panties, one foot at a time. I rolled my eyes as she held up the wet 
spot to the audience, and then drew them up to her nose. Same old Linwe. She slingshot 
them into the crowd too, but the elastic wasn't nearly as strong, and didn't make it past 
the first row. Se actually giggled when the landed on some woman's face. Well it was 
pretty funny when she held it over her head like a trophy. I wondered if she was keeping 
it to wear or as a prize.

Lin walked into the shower, looking at the showerheads. "Oh tentacle monster, puh-lease 
come out and play with me!" she pouted, walking to a stall and started to ape the motions 
of washing herself. She spent considerable time rubbing her breasts and ass, bouncing 
and swaying for the audience. "See? I'm nice and clean!"

When Dan didn't come onto the stage she moved to the next shower stall. "Oh no, here I 
am alone and vul-ner-a-ble, if some monster, some tentacle monster, were to come I 
could not defend myself." She looked around expectantly, the crowd started to laugh at 
her acting. She sighed again, but to be picked up on the mic she had to huff really loud. 

She went over to the last stall, and just dropped down on her knees. I thought she was 
gonna fall but it must have been planned. She sat down on her naked, pale white bum, 
resting her hands on her knees and her chin on her hands. It must have been unpleasant 
on the hardwood. The audience was hooting, they could see her snatch between her legs, 
and of course she spread them open a bit more. She knew how to play for the crowd at 
least.

The crowd started to roar and cheer as one of Dan's tentacles slithered onstage. Lin didn't 
acknowledge it, even though she was watching it since the crowd began to cheer. The 
tentacle tapped one of her bare feet.

"Oh tentacle monster, your back!" she said, falling forward on her knees to hug the 
tentacle. I was so afraid she would start making out with it again, I don't know if I'd have 
the stomach for that. Thankfully she just hugged it, like a kid hugging a teddy bear.

"I thought you did not like me Tenty, I hope you do not mind if I call you Tenty. I just 
missed you so much," she said, actually one of the first times she seemed to act well. At 
least with her mouth open.

"Oh Tenty, I think I am starting to love you, if I could I would marry you!" she said. 
Dan's tentacle froze, and began to pull back at the notion of marriage. I laughed along 
with everyone else, even Anne cracked a smile, and she had been a miser when anyone 
else was on the stage.

"Oh no Tenty, please do not get scared away!" the svelte elf crawled on her hands and 
knees towards the tentacle, giving the audience a nice view of her round bottom and a 
peek of her pink slit. She did look good from that angle, I had to admit. She leaned back 
on her legs before diving after the tentacle, it was pretty funny when she landed on her 
stomach, hands empty.

Another tentacle crept from behind her, tapping her on the back. This one she didn't miss. 
She turned quickly and tackled it, like a linebacker. 

"I got you, now I am not going to let you go again!" she announced, sitting with the 
tentacle between her legs. She rubbed it between her breasts, wiping the dark green 
tentacle on her already erect nipples. She licked the tip of it, this one had a penis head, 
and looked like it was dripping precum, or whatever it was he dripped. Then she mashed 
it against her breasts, leaving them coated in their slick juices.

"Oh come on Tenty, where's the rest of you?" she asked, grabbing the tentacle like a 
rope. She kept moving her hands up and down it, like she was climbing Olympus Mons. 
Instead of her walking to him, Dan's large figure squirmed and wiggled onstage. 

"There you are Tenty! What took you so long?" she asked, hugging him like a teddy bear. 
"I have been waiting forever!"

Dan's appendages swirled around, a mass of writhing and creeping tentacles. Unlike their 
first scene, this one was tenderer. Lin didn't seem to try to do the same 'Oh no I'm a 
cheerleader being raped' act, thank god. I don't know if I could have stood a whole new 
act of that. 

Lin sat back on the tentacles like a chair, her head leaning back into the…head? I don't 
know what to call the central mass of body where his eyes were, and all of his tentacles 
sprouted from. But she sat against it, and let the tentacles do their work.

And work they did. Two tentacles grabbed onto each of her legs, spreading the limbs to 
the max. With a bit of tentacle magic she was doing the splits! Her legs were pulled, 
spread apart from each other like a straight line. The audience hooted and hollered at her 
flexibility. Or maybe they were appreciating the unfettered view of her body. The 
cameraman was certainly zooming in on it. The monitor backstage that was tied into the 
jumobotron viewer showed it in three beautiful dimensions.

Tentacles slid over her body. Two over her shoulders wrapped themselves around her 
breasts. The long appendages grasped onto them, lifting and separating her tits, bouncing 
them up and down. Two small feelers wrapped around the larger ones, they looked kind 
of nice, for tentacle art. The endings on the feelers opened up, displaying hissing 
snakelike forked tongues. They didn't hiss at the audience long, their thin tongues 
wrapped around the nipples like her breasts, with the forked tongues constantly bashing 
against the tip of her nipples. Lin's head looked down, some of the hair fell over her long 
hair. Dan's tentacles lifted and held them back, what a sweetie. 

Two fat tentacles slithered from under her, resting each of her thighs. They had tons of 
long, thin tendrils, and I think they had hooks on them, or something. Whatever they 
were, they all shot out, each one latching onto her dainty, pink pussy lips. They tugged at 
the two tiny labia, further exposing her wet, dripping sex to the crowd. Strands of thick 
succus started to flow down, dripping in between her exposed ass crack.

Either it was good planning or just good luck, because that was where Dan's tentacles 
moved again. Five tentacles no bigger than my pinky finger moved in, each starting from 
a different point they all amassed outside the small puckered anal entrance. Two came 
from over her hips, two from under, and one wiggled in right from up the crack of her 
ass. They looked like the points of an upside down star as the crept closer and closer, 
riding up on her thighs. They latched on, I couldn't see if they had the same hooked 
tendrils or not, even with the intense zoomed in view. Then they pulled, gradually 
tugging the outer ring of entrance to her porta. Maybe its good that she was in the 
shower, I don't want to imagine if she hadn't.

Another tendril lifted from over her shoulder, this small one slithered across her flesh like 
a snake. Over her breasts, down her stomach, until it stopped right above her pubic 
mound. Of course she was shaved, I'd be surprised to see a pubic hair, hell any hair on 
her body. The tendril stopped, and pointed its head towards the audience, showing a tooth 
filled mouth. I don't think anyone in the audience wondered where this was going. It 
moved quick, like a snake, and found its prey, biting down on her clit. At least I guess, 
it's kind of hard to see it on the monitor. It wiggled and tugged against her clit, like it was 
trying to break free. Whatever it was doing, Lin certainly enjoyed it. She wasn't that good 
of an actress. I almost covered my ears hearing her cry in pleasure. 

"Oh, take me Tenty, please, I can't wait any longer!" the Elven cheerleader pleaded. She 
was at her best when she didn't act. "Take me, please!"

Dan took his cue, and more tentacles began moving. The strong tentacles grasping onto 
her legs cut her slack, before bending them behind her head. Her ears still managed to 
stay on top. 

Then, the real show began. A dozen tentacles, around the girth of a penis and slimy with 
precum squirmed their way towards her pussy, lining up outside of it. One of them 
decided to be the leader, and pushed onward into her. It went deep inside, squiggling 
around wildly inside of her. The tentacle exited, slick with her fluids and slithered 
towards her face, coating her lips with the juice before pushing it's way down her throat, 
no doubt to Lin's enjoyment. Her face was shiny with the slime and her pussy juice, 
glistening under the spotlight.

The second tentacle followed the first one, once again penetrating her deeply and 
collecting juices, this one slathered it onto her breasts and nipples, which must be starting 
to get a little sore by now. It went back and dipped it's pen in her ink again, this time 
following it's brother tentacle, side by side deep in her throat. I might have gagged at 
having two cock sized things rubbing down my throat but apparently it worked for her. 
They weren't simply penetrating her mouth, she was easily deep throating the two 
tentacles! Because they were more pliable than a cock they could go much farther, hell it 
looked like they might be halfway down her stomach!

The next three tentacles decided to be impatient, and three four and five all penetrated her 
wet box quickly and just as far as the others did, at least from what we could see. They 
pulled out, showing the audience some of the enticing juice collected. Then they moved 
down, and entered into her tight looking backside, the three of them pushed into her small 
but gaping asshole, filling it with the girth of three cocks tied together, if that makes any 
sense. It was like bundling three cock size tentacles and forcing them up her tiny 
backdoor.

The other half dozen or so tentacles waiting in line all aimed at her open and vulnerable 
sex, still wet with juice. Then one pushed in, I could see Lin liked it from the look on her 
face, thank goodness we couldn't hear it. However just as quickly as it penetrated, it 
retreated. Then another tentacle did the same, filling her in one quick motion and pulling 
out a moment later. The remaining tentacles did the same action, until each was dripping 
with her juices.

Once they were all wet they banded together. I guess it looked like a bundle of sticks, if 
all of the sticks looked like cocks. The tentacles absolutely hammered Lin's body, 
entering her tiny orifice with enough power to send her sliding back almost a foot on 
Dan's tentacles. He stopped for a moment, I wondered what that telepathic conversation 
was like. 

Must have been fine, because all of the tentacles started moving again. The seven 
tentacles inside of her sex made a bulge in her stomach, it looked like a two liter bottle 
protruding from her belly. It kept being pushed further and further with his driving 
thrusts. 

The tentacles fucking her ass weren't going easy by any means, even if they were 
smaller. It looked like it was as thick as a baseball bat. But more importantly, the three 
cocks must have been filling her a foot at a time, at least. Thank god he makes his own 
precum, but that still must be as tight as hell. Still I never got how she could get off by 
being filled so deeply.

She had a dozen tentacles plowing into her at all times, and watching her body I bet she 
would have wanted more. There was so much action going on, three cocks going in and 
out of her bum, all spreading the once tight, and soon to be again no doubt, orifice to the 
limits. Seven tentacles were filling her pussy with fantastic power. The two huge cocks 
hammering in and out of her throat barely left any room for air, but it didn't seem to stop 
her. Her breasts were flying up and down, tethered by the tiny tendrils connected to her 
teats.

I noticed the two cocks inside of her mouth start to pull away, and I had an idea of what 
was coming next. I had to expect it from the two of them, the huge, splashy money shot. 
To not have it would be a let down.

Tentacles swarmed under Lin, all of them seemed to be repositioning themselves around 
her. I know that Dan had said before that he had a thousand tentacles, and all of the 
unoccupied ones seemed to be lining up. 

Her body shook and bounced against his tentacles, the seven still pumping away at her 
honey pot and the three pounding her ass, the tentacle glued to her clit, the two playing 
with her breasts, and the two working her nipples the entire time. The rest of the tentacles 
had lined up around her, except for a small opening, allowing the audience and 
cameraman to get their views. 

Then it happened. Each tentacle cock began to fire off a massive load of cum all over, 
literally coating her entire body with his white sperm. I could begin to get the smell of his 
patented cinnamon sticky bun flavored cum fill my nostrils. Lin was barely recognizable, 
it was everywhere. Her mouth, her face, her hair, all of her legs and arms, and her 
stomach were plastered with his white stuff. 

Then Lin shrieked and cried out in orgasm, and stupid me, I forgot to plug my ears. I just 
dealt with it. She was shaking in ecstasy, her eyes rolled in the back of her head. 
Entangled in the tentacles as she was she didn't have to do much besides just keep riding, 
and that she did. It was like a dog shaking off rainwater, the way her trembling body shed 
the cum, not that there was any shortage of it.

Then I looked at her stomach, at first I couldn't notice it. Being covered in cum was 
enough to hide it for a while, but Lin's stomach was inflating, no doubt with his cum. But 
it wasn't just a little bit of cum inflating her either. It was being blown up like Lindsay's 
tits, way over the top. But Dan's tentacles didn't seem to stop, they just keep going at her, 
and she kept shrieking as she enjoyed her orgasm.

Lin's body looked like it would overflow, it was amazing. The elf's stomach, which had 
been svelte and skinny only minutes ago was enormous, it looked like she was nine 
months pregnant with octuplets! The rest of her body was tiny, but her belly was bloated 
and…throbbing? It looked like it was quivering or something. Dan's tentacles wrapped 
themselves around her baby bump and covered it up. All of the different kinds of 
tentacles wrapped around her tummy, large, medium, small, even the tiny little gossamer 
strands, including the various tentacle heads, mouths, teeth, feeler, and cock. It looked 
like a tentacle mosaic, like new thought art.

"Oh Tenty you filled me up so much, oh god I feel so full," she cried, rubbing the 
tentacles on top of her. She waved her stomach around slightly. I remembered when she 
did it for me, her stomach felt like a jug of water that was almost full. But she wasn't 
nearly as big back then as she was now!

"Oh! Tenty, I, I think I feel something kick! Oh, my god. Oh my god. Oh my god!" Lin 
cried out. "I, I think I am, ooh, I think I am gonna be a mommy real soon!" What the hell 
did that mean?

Her stomach rumbled, it was pulsating. She spread her legs even more, if that were 
possible. I watched with rapt anticipation. She continued to groan, I don't know if she 
was trying to sound in labor, but she was obviously in the throes of pleasure. 

The tentacles in her ass pulled out one at a time, and a mini torrent of his juices spilled 
forth. Even after that brutal pounding, the tentacles holding up her backdoor showed a 
small entrance, she wasn't stretched out an inch. Well there are those magic nanos for 
you. Then the tentacles in her pussy began to pull out. One by one they withdrew, until 
there was only one left. 

The last tentacle drew out slowly, holding the head of the cock like the girl with her 
finger in the dyke. When if finally pulled out, a thick squirt of cum shot into the audience, 
hitting a few people in the face. It looked like a champagne bottle, popping the first 
pressurized contents at first and then dulling down. The rest of the cum started to leak 
out, it was someone had poked a milk carton with a hole. The cum just kept pouring and 
pouring out, covering Dan's tentacles and leaking through the seams and gushing onto 
the stage floor. I'm glad I wasn't a stagehand. 

"OH, OH, I can feel it push!" Lin shouted. I peered in with the audience and saw…what? 
What the hell is that? I had no idea what the hell it was. It was something I don't think I 
had ever seen before. It looked like…a tentacle. But not just a tentacle, a tentacle coming 
out of Lin's body that wasn't attached to Dan whatsoever. 

"Oh just ONE…MORE…PUSH!" she shrieked, this time I thankfully plugged up my 
ears to protect them from the cacophony, heh never thought I'd use that word. Even with 
my fingers in my ears I could still hear it, thanks to the PA.

I looked up, finally after she had finished. Everyone had a confused look on their face, I 
was trying to find out why.

Then I saw Lin, still covered in sweat and sperm kneeling in a pool of cum right in front 
of Dan. She was holding up a tentacle to the audience, like she was offering up a 
sacrifice. It must have been that tentacle that…came out of her?

"Oh Tenty, I am a mommy now! And you are a daddy! That is great, look at your son, oh 
Tenty Jr. is just so cute," Lin took…Tenty Jr. …in her arms lovingly, like a child. She 
wiped thick gobs of Dan's cum off of one end of it, and laid a big kiss on one end of it. 
But the creepy thing is that it actually moved! It was like some kind of science fiction 
prop or something they used to use back before computer graphics. 

"Now we have to get married, you can not be a deadbeat daddy," She reasoned as she 
continued to dote on Tenty Jr. Dan's entire body began to slick back offstage silently. He 
was almost offstage before he 'accidentally' thumped a tentacle hard on the stage floor.

"Hey!" Lin said, turning around to the last appendages of Dan's body as he approached 
us side stage. "You gotta take care of your son! Or is it your daughter?" she asked the 
giggling audience before running off towards the side of the stage. The curtains closed a 
moment after, but one of them was dragged through the mess…how do you even clean 
giant theater curtains? Do you even clean them?

"Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, creatures of all shapes and sizes, what do you 
think? Does 'Tentacle Shower room' get to advance to the final round?" The impresario 
asked, lord knows he would need to buy the stagehands plenty of time.

"Oh wow, that's a good idea, I'm sure childbirth will really get them to the next level," 
Anne said sarcastically. "Did they even leave an inch of clean floor for the rest of us?"

"Hey, I thought it was kinda funny, you even smiled there," I don't know why I wound 
up playing the good cop every time. Or why I even bothered.

"Yeah, yeah. They still can't win," she grumbled, looking away.

"Beat that, little girls," Lin stretched, covering spreading the drying cum on her body.

"What is…that? Uh, that Tenty Jr. thing?" I asked, pointing at the thing. 

"Oh, just a little something that Dan whipped up," Lin sounded bored, and handed the 
gooey wet…thing off to me.

"It's actually an animatronic simulation of a tentacle, with eight hydraulic pumps it can 
simulate realistic movement. The pumps are pressure sensitive, so they can react to the 
smallest movement of the hands, and," Dan's telepathic voice boomed in our heads.

"Boring, I'm going to go to the shower," footsteps of her cum made tracks for Lin. 

"Ok. Well if you look on the underside of the tentacle, you can see," Dan started to 
broadcast once again, interrupted again.

"I'm going to the shower," Lin announced once again. "And I could use someone with 
big, strong tentacles to get that spot I can't get myself, if you know what I mean?"

"Oh, ok," I think Dan telepathically sighed. I held Tenty Jr. out for him, and he wrapped 
a tendril around it, before heading down the hallway towards Lin. 

"Poor Dan, I'd feel sorry for him if he didn't have what he wants most," Anne stared at 
the floor.

"Huh?" I think my look probably conveyed my confusion.

"The way that girl treats him, like he's a walking pile of dicks. Well, not walking. But, 
you can't pick out the ones you love," Anne looked at me. "And he could have it worse."

I didn't know how to respond to that, I guess I never thought about the two that way. Dan 
had just seemed like a really nice guy. Even though Linwe was always a sexpot, I never 
thought there was anything wrong with their relationship.

"How long is it going to take to set that infernal contraption up?" The stage director 
asked one of the stagehands.

"Look pal, we're getting there, okay? It just, y'know, takes a little bit of time to do it 
right. It's not my fault Mr. Tentacle there covered the floor with a couple of gallons of 
whatever that is, okay? I got my boys all working to clean up dat mess first, otherwise it's 
a slipping hazard. Someone slips, breaks their back, we all loses our insurance, the place 
gets sued, and they win. So we gotta work smart here. You try to get my men moving on 
a wet surface and we gotta write up a workplace grievance, and get that whole motion in 
action. Then next time you can't hire anyone to do this little song and dance routine, and 
if you try to get scabs we'll picket, I'm sure that would make the news real good. You 
want to start that buddy? Or you want to let me and my men do the job they're paid to 
do?" The stagehand browbeat the stage director down, it was actually pretty amusing.

"All I asked was how long is it going to take?" The stage director seemed to break 
character, actually sounding normal, like he wasn't putting on a stereotypically gay act.

"Look, we almost got the floor finished up, and the machine is loaded on the lift," He 
pointed towards the Impresario, who was still up there, going on and on buying more 
time, "Let mouthy there keep the audience busy, give us another couple of minutes, ok?"

"What is hell is that thing?" I asked to no one in particular, pointing towards some big 
something, under a sheet. It looked like an invention waiting to be unveiled. 

"Oh, that's Tommy, the interrogation device," Amanda came up beside me. "Thank god 
we won, do you have any idea what a pain that would have been to drag it from home and 
back? We had to rent a truck, and they're making us do it for two days, because we have 
to keep it overnight."

"What if you didn't make it to the second act?" I asked, not trying to sound rude. But it 
was an awful lot of expense and trouble, just on the chance that you could win. I started 
to wonder if there was a pile of props that weren't going to be used, since half of the 
losers weren't gonna use them. Thank goodness the only change between scenes for us 
had been, well, our bodies. And that wasn't even the plan until around an hour ago.

"I don't know, I guess we would have to just haul it back. Would have been home in time 
for the news too I guess," Amanda shrugged. "Just had this feeling that we would at least 
get to the second round, you know? I don't really care about winning, but I just want to 
get up on that thing, and let everyone see me," she smiled. "I've been up on that thing a 
hundred times, but for people to see me? That's been my fantasy for a while, and now I 
get to actually do it!"

"Yeah, but uh, don't you, I mean couldn't you have just done it for the first act?" it was 
kind of weird, the other contestants didn't want to talk about it. Come to think of it, I 
don't think that I've ever really talked to a BSDM person before. At least that I knew 
about. I talked to that vampire Renee once but it wasn't really about BSDM.

"Well, Ray wanted to have his way, he wanted to be seen too. He doesn't need to worry 
about marks like I do," she smiled wickedly. "Besides it was a timed round, and I need to 
take my time on this bad boy. And so does he, he's such a smooth operator. And I did 
win the coin toss. Oh, I've got to get ready."

"Break a leg," I offered, trying to be polite at least.

"Oh thanks, you too," she said, walking towards Ray. She just let her robe drop where it 
was showing her naked body. Then she turned around to let him lock both her hands and 
feet up in handcuffs. 

"All right, all right, it is time for you two!" The stage director pushed them lightly from 
behind, he didn't seem to have the same problem touching his backside as he did hers. 
Although he was wearing clothes. "Your on in just a min-ute!"

"Don't encourage them," Loli Annie said disapprovingly. She looked like she was 
pouting. I didn't bother arguing, it wasn't worth the effort, and I did want to see this act. 
Besides, it was usually easier to let her just win.

The Impresario appeared to be relieved that they were ready to start the next act. The 
audience didn't seem to be that interested in his satirical views on recent interplanetary 
politics. "Our next couple is Amanda and Raymond, their performance is entitled, 
'Futanari Authority,'" said the Impresario before taking a bow and walking off stage. 

That, what did she call it, interrogation device?…Tommy? Whatever it was, it was sitting 
in the middle of the stage, with the sheet still covering it. The holographic projector was 
creating the image of one boring room. The walls were a dull grey paint atop of stone. 
There was a mirror, but with the holographic projector it wasn't going to be a two way 
mirror, or even a one way mirror. I guess if it's an interrogation device, it must be like 
some kind of cell or interrogation chamber, or something. It kind of looked like it, but it 
looked too much like a cell. Like some kind of movie cliché. Prison cells hadn't looked 
like that in hundreds of years.

"Bring in the spy!" Raymond said. He was standing on one side of the stage, but it was 
weird. It wasn't just the Martian Information Agency uniform that was weird, it was the 
fact he was wearing clothes. I might have been confused beforehand, but I'm getting 
desensitized to it all. Two plus hours ago he was being fucked in the ass by a futanari and 
eating the cum out of a dog bowl. Now he was wearing a navy blue suit with a white 
shirt, black shoes, and a red tie, and was totally in charge. And the monocle was a nice 
touch, might as well go all the way. I half expected a germen accent.

Amanda stumbled in, the only thing she wore were shackles around her arms and legs. 
She was still a futanari, and I admired her ability to keep it down as she bumbled towards 
him, naked there onstage.

"Well my sweet little Earth spy, it seems you weren't so clever after all. To think you 
were able to evade us for those few days," Raymond said derisively.

"Years, I spent years fighting your oppression!" Amanda announced proudly.

"So you say. How did you sleep?" Raymond asked, showing a brown leather riding crop 
to the audience, before hitting his gloved hand. 

"Any night forced to choke under the oppression of Mars pales in comparison to the 
sweet freedom on mother Earth!" Amanda shouted, spitting on the floor. The audience 
whooped it up. Nothing worked quite so well as whipping up some pro Earth propaganda.

"I see, well those nights are at an end. You'll never get to see your precious Earth again. 
Now I'll ask you again, what are the codes?" He placed the crop under her chin, lifting 
her face to eye level.

"I wouldn't tell you in a million years. Earth forever! Mars never!" she chanted the 
slogan of the popular anti Mars group, once again garnering some cheers from the 
audience. 

"We shall see my sweet little spy. We shall see. Perhaps you will reconsider, after a bout 
on one of our little interrogation tools," he grinned lecherously, yanking the sheet off. 
This all read like something out of a bad movie. But they were playing to the audience, 
which made them so dangerous to me and Anne winning.

The spotlight shone on the thing, it was…I don't know how to describe it. First there was 
a kind of seat, but it was leaning backward, so that whoever sat on it would be giving us a 
good view, especially considering Amanda's nakedness. Then there were all of these 
attachments, but they were all folded down. All I could make out were phallic objects. Of 
course, what else would there be? GPS? Teddy bears? A soda machine?

"Please, would you take a seat?" he pointed with his riding crop, like some cartoon 
villain.

"Don't suppose I have much of a choice, do I?" she asked coolly.

"No, get up there. Now!" he said, cracking the whip on her toes. 

Amanda stumbled towards the device and got atop of it by herself. I would have probably 
fallen flat on my face with my hands and feet chained up like that. Raymond pulled two 
extending plastic attachments, they looked like padded arm rests. Well public sex or no, 
comfort would be nice. Opening the handcuffs, he latched her wrists onto the plastic 
attachments, stretching her arms out as far as they could to either side with some kind of 
strap. There was literally no slack. He moved two of the leg attachments, they unfolded 
like stirrups at the gynecologist, legs spread and bent at the knees, visible for easy access. 
He then undid the handcuffs on her feet, and locked her ankles on the attachment.

God I'm not into that, but it was pretty arousing, seeing a futa locked up like that, open 
and exposed, like anyone could come and take her. With all of those attachments, god I 
can only imagine what's coming next.

"Sure you don't want to confess now, before it becomes painful?" he asked, running his 
crop around her thighs, it looked 

"Everything about Mars is painful!" she shouted defiantly.

"Well, then who am I to disappoint?" he sneered. His whip moved faster than I could see, 
leaving red marks across her body. But he was focused on her chest, I could see welts 
forming on her breasts, especially around her hard nipples! He had even broken the skin 
in a couple places, not more than a paper cut but still OW! I grabbed my own chest to 
protect it, just watching the scene gave me a chill down my spine. 

"Well, still staying quiet?" he held the crop to her lips, forcing it inside of her mouth, 
making her taste the blood and skin on it! Yuck. 

"I'll never tell, I don't care how much pain you try to hurt me with!" she announced, ever 
resilient. 

"My my, you show such resolve. But your body betrays you, look at your nipples, just a 
minute with my whip and they yearn for more attention," he said, pulling her nipples with 
his index finger and thumb, and yanking them out from her body. My chill became even 
worse. Was I so sympathetic towards him when he was the slave, er, sub, uh, whatever? 
Or do I just care more about her because of her gender?

"Not to mention downstairs, all you Earth chicks are easy, just a little attention, and your 
cock is hard, and your pussy wet. Well, we have ways of making you talk," he said as he 
pulled out a pretty mean looking dildo. It was long, about a foot or so I'd guess, kind of 
hard to tell from a distance, but big enough. It looked about as thick as a cucumber, and it 
was covered in ridges. I don't I wouldn't something like that in me. He showed it to the 
audience, then to her. Flicking a switch, it turned out to be a vibrator. He placed it down 
next to her legs, just inches from her.

He reached down and grabbed another dildo, this one was skinnier but still pretty 
intimidating. It looked like a series of balls. It started with small, marble sized ones at the 
tip, gradually gaining both size and girth down to the bottom ball that looked about the 
size of a lime. Each ball had big round ridges. I had heard of some women using anal 
beads before, but I didn't especially like anal sex that much. Well, I enjoyed being the 
one fucking, not fucked. He placed it next to the vibrator, still buzzing away inches from 
Amanda's body. I could hear the strange clacking sound of plastic on plastic.

Then he pulled it down towards something around her knees. It took me a minute to 
figure out what it was. It was some kind of piston device, lined up below her seat. It was 
protected behind a see through case. I guess considering everything you could lose a 
finger in there…or something else…He had to lift the thing with a crank. Then he took 
the vibrator and dildo and attached them onto it. I figured out what he was going to do 
before he lined them up via another cranking. What else would he do?

"Well, we'll see just how quiet you manage to stay, with this machine," he flicked a 
button on it, comically oversized of course. I jumped a little in my skin as the machine 
booted up with a loud throm, becoming silent just a moment after. 

The vibrator and dildo began to penetrate into Amanda, alternating one and then the 
other. I could hear the vibrator hum outside of her, then fall silent as it filled her, in one 
swift motion. The dildo in her ass moved at a slightly slower pace, and even though it 
wasn't as thick, it was almost as long, and the flared base must have hurt like a bitch. It 
looked thicker than Liz's cock when we had anal sex.

Amanda bit on her lip, I don't know if it was good acting or if the machines were 
working. The slow repetitive motion looked agonizing, it looked like being fucked by a 
slow metronome. It took like fifteen seconds to actually complete one fucking motion. 
Her cock seemed to jump near her body with each inward thrust of the machine, and 
pulled back down with each retreat. Finally she let out a whimper, it sounded like a dog 
begging for a bone. I don't think I could be that degraded.

"Oh, I'm sorry my dear, how foolish of me, I forgot to turn the machine up. It's just on 
the first level," he moved a dial, again comically oversized. The machine jumped into the 
next gear, picking up the pace. It still didn't seem that quick. I counted ten seconds in 
each complete motion, but I could see the difference in Amanda's body. The camera 
zoomed into her snatch from above, her vibrator was dripping with juices. Long sticky 
strands of fluid dribbled down onto the anal dildo…did she even have any lube? I didn't 
see any, oh god that must hurt like hell. But maybe that's the point…? I don't know.

"Well, let's try this," he turned the dial again, letting her writhe on the machine for a 
couple seconds before turning it once more. Now it was only five seconds for each round, 
that's getting fucked twelve times a minute in both holes! She couldn't silence the moans 
if she wanted to. High pitched squeals of passion filled the theater. She looked close, like 
she was going to cum any minute now.

Then the machine died, leaving her right on the edge. It powered down, and Raymond 
sneered to the audience, god did he have a shit eating grin on. 

"Oh, is that how you're going to get me to talk?" she asked. I admired her commitment to 
the scene, I don't know how long I could have dealt with that. It's hard enough with 
Anne sucking me off. "You're going to stop me from cumming?"

"No, no, don't be foolish," he reached down and grabbed three long…somethings, 
attachments I guess. I could see as he bent down that he was sporting a hard on of his 
own. "I was getting so caught up in the show you put on I forgot about the rest of you. 
First thing's first."

He grabbed one of the attachments and held it up to the audience. It looked like half a 
clear plastic melon, carved out, with a tube connected to it. One glance and I knew right 
where it was going. I still don't know if that's a good or bad thing. But he hooked the 
first pump to her closest breast, then the other. The plastic was easy to see through, I 
could make out her nipples poking into the hose. 

"And we can't forget Mr. Winky down there," Ray grabbed his whip and lifted her cock 
with it. The thing had been ignored the entire time, and looked like it was throbbing just 
from any attention. The first scene she had balls, now it looked like she was going with 
the really long clit, like me. I had heard some people call it freeballing, sounded 
appropriate. He took the other attachment, it looked like a… Well, guys call it a pocket 
pussy...don't as me how I knew that. But it was attached to a hose, and had a strap that he 
connected around her waist. It too was made out of see through plastic, and as he slipped 
it over her cock I could see just about every inch of it. Every shade of red and purple, 
even the veins.

"Now, to answer your question, I'm not going to stop you from cumming. No, no, quite 
the opposite, I'm going to let you cum just as much as you want. The beauty of the 
machine is that there are tiny holes in each the dildo and the vibrator, which will 
constantly fill your body up with lubricant. This means that you can go on for hours and 
hours at a time, days even. And you can stop me, just as soon as you tell me the code. Oh 
and by the way, all of the components are tied into the rest if the machine. And we've 
only seen the first four levels, want to try for ten? I've heard that has left some women as 
mindless fuck sluts. Of course, they were Earth girls, they were probably just sluts 
beforehand anyway. We just finally found the machine they needed to fulfill their 
wishes," he scoffed. The audience booed, and I almost joined in before realizing it would 
improve their score.

"Well let's see. Oh, almost forgot," he grabbed a circular bit of plastic, it had a little 
black leather strap on the back. He placed the O shaped ring into her mouth, forcing her 
lips open, before wrapping the black strap around her head. But how the hell is she going 
to tell him the codes? I mean, come on, that's a big gaping plot hole. I call bullshit on 
that. Oh well like it mattered.

He turned the dial, three or four times and the machine began to go into action. Her 
breasts were being pumped, every few seconds I watched them lifted, pulled away from 
her body by the breast pump. After a few pumps I could see the unmistakable white fluid 
being pumped from her breasts. But the strange thing was that it was being sucked out, 
but where was it going? The hose just led around to the bottom of the machine. Still just 
judging from the sheer volume of milk being sucked out, she must have a ton of milk in 
her breasts, even if they weren't that huge. Long strands of pearly white milk drained 
with each sucking motion of her breast. Not nearly as nice as Anne I would imagine.

Even stranger was the plastic cylinder that was thrusting up and down. Her cock was beet 
red, probably sore as all hell. I would be after all of the attention to the rest of my body, 
and none of it there. But the plastic pussy just bobbed up and down on it, like it had a 
mind of it's own or something. If I did have a little loli to do that, I might try one of those 
machines. Still, if they use it outside of the club…is that for Ray?

The dildo and vibe combo had picked up their speed as well, they were starting to go fast. 
They weren't even leaving her body, instead they were just pulling out to the edge before 
jack hammering back in. Still the machine ran so quietly, besides her moans I could only 
hear the sounds of the vibrations humming. It seemed to become stronger and louder with 
each level. Initially it seemed to just buzz lightly, now it sounded louder than a back 
massager, far louder than any vibe I've ever had. 

Amanda screamed aloud, her body was struggling to shake against the bonds as she 
came. She could barely wiggle an inch, except for her breasts. They bobbed and bounced 
as she came, the milking machines still attached. I thought she was going to break a strap, 
her body seemed to pull and tug like she was caught in a bear trap. She was sweating like 
crazy, no wonder with her whole body getting all that stimulation. I could see the white 
cum shoot up into the plastic cock pump as she groaned aloud in pleasure. It also drained 
away through a small tube. The milk started to flow quicker too, the tips of her nipples 
were longer and reached almost an inch into the pumps. But where was it all going?

"You see my sweet little Earth spy, I wasn't bluffing. I'm not here to deny you your 
pleasure, god knows you can't keep an Earth girl from cumming," he grinned lecherously 
to the audience. "No use with that. Instead I'm going to let you cum. I do enjoy it 
actually. Forced to cum over and over and over again, until your give me the codes!" his 
riding crop outlined her body, it was giving me the creeps.

Ray watched with glee for a while, then turned the dial up. The machines again picked up 
their pace, pummeling her body even harder than before. She kept groaning, her voice 
was hoarse, or maybe it was just the gag forcing her lips open. Her body was dripping 
sweat, it looked like she had just run a marathon during a heat stroke. That wasn't the 
only fluids dripping from her body. Her breasts continued to be milked, even though they 
looked dry. Only a few drops at a time were sucked out, but the machines were sucking 
her nipples rawer, lifting her breasts, suspending them entirely from the areolas. 

She seemed to climax like a mad woman, I could see why she liked this little machine. 
The only way to tell her orgasms was from her cock. But each orgasm brought less fluid 
pumping from the throbbing red thing, she must be literally running out of cum. I don't 
even know if it was sex anymore, her body looked raw, chapped, and chaffed all over. 
But the machines never relented, not one bit. 

Instead they picked up, and began to run even faster. The dildo and vibe combo were 
moving with a blinding speed, a pool of her sweaty sexual juices formed just under the 
crack of her ass. There was probably plenty of lube there too, it dripped around her heart 
shaped buns and onto the floor of the stage. The penis pump had matched its pace, the 
purple head and red shaft were being beaten off quicker than a fifteen year old with 
morning wood. God I hope for her sake it was lubed. 

Ray turned the dial down, and the machine returned back to its first level. After seeing it 
in real motion, it looked like it was dead back at this speed.

"Hungry?" Ray asked, reaching down. He picked up two bags with about a quart of white 
fluid apiece, I'm guessing it was milk. There was a tube connected on it and it was the 
same type as on her breast pumps. Then there was a smaller third bag, the fluid in this 
one was thicker and had a slightly off white color to it, and I don't think I'm jumping to 
much of a conclusion to say that it's probably cum. Each bag had another plastic tube 
connected to it, tied off with some kind of clip, it looked like the heavy duty alligator 
clips we use at the office, for the rare occasions we need to actually print things on paper. 
He grabbed this attachment to the machine and lifted it up. He hooked each of the bags 
up to it, like an IV drip at a hospital.

"Now here on Mars we believe in recycling, and it starts with the individual," he said, 
turning the dial back up, maybe even faster. "Oh it is fun to watch as your body trembles 
with pleasure in your bonds. But I can't wear you out too much now can I? It'd be a 
violation of the Paris Agreements if I didn't offer you adequate sustenance. I hope you 
enjoy liquid meals," he took one of the alligator clips off of one of the bags of breast 
milk. Holding the exit tube to his mouth he let a little fluid pour forward and made a sour 
face. "Eyeck, nasty. Should have expected it from an Earth girl. I'll save this for you. 
You'll need to keep up your strength."

He stepped behind her and moved a bar above her head, it had perfect holders for the exit 
tubes. He clipped each one on and went back to the dial, turning it up yet again.

It sounded like she had a motor boat running in and out of her, her body seemed to be 
moved from the rapidly rumbling dildo. Her ass was being skewered by the dildo, it 
looked like her porta was being stretched, pulled outward and inward by the powerful 
constant action. Her cock was covered in veins and looked chaffed beyond pleasure, but 
it didn't stop the pussy sleeve from jumping up and down her shaft. Her breasts were 
milked dry but her nipples were still sucked up and away from her body, taking her tits 
with it.

"Din din time," he announced, and opened one of the tubes, the one containing the 
semen. With the bar over her face, the thick spunk began to drip onto her forehead. He 
gave it a hard squeeze, forcing the cum out with pressure, dripping it all over her 
unprotected eyes. He moved it slightly, and the cum was guided onto her nose, dripping 
into her mouth, still held open with the O ring around her lips. She couldn't do anything 
to stop the cum as it collected in her mouth. Her tongue began to lick around her lips, 
taking in more of the white jizz, but not all of it. The rest dripped down the side of her 
face and onto her cheeks.

"Now after that thick cummy protein shake, how about some milk to wash it down with? 
Sorry it's from an uncooperative heifer," he opened the two remaining clamps, and 
drenched her sweat ridden body with milk. The milk flowed with more viscosity than the 
cum did, he didn't have to squeeze it. Her head and hair were covered in white, and with 
the headrest it was going to stay that way. He moved the bar down, taking care not to 
cover her body for the crowd or the TV, and I watched with a perverted glee to see the 
rest of her body become blanketed with her white milk. 

Amanda's eyes literally rolled back in her head in orgasm as her hoarse voice gurgled the 
milk and cum. Her body shook violently against her restraints, if I didn't know any better 
I'd think she was having a seizure. Her breasts that had been dry pumped the few 
remaining drops of milk out, her cock the last driblets of cum left. Her body was doused 
in a sweat, milk, and cum mess.

"Well I see you enjoyed your dinner, but I do have a job to do," he turned the dial on the 
machines once more. The machines must have been at their highest speed and I was 
seriously starting to get worried. Like something was going to happen, something bad. 
The human body wasn't meant to take that kind of abuse. The machine was insane, the 
gears flying faster than I could see, pumps sucking raw and chapped skin, this looked 
beyond sex, or even an act.

"Just tell me the codes! Tell me and it'll all be over with!" he screamed, holding the dial 
in his hand.

I was blinded for a second as an…explosion? No, I think it was just a bright light and a 
loud noise. And…a smoke bomb? Something, maybe dry ice, or just a holographic 
projection, but I couldn't even make out their bodies any longer. The house lights 
dimmed for a bit too.

When the smoke cleared, the single spotlight shone on Amanda. She was standing there, 
and Raymond was feigning being knocked out, or dead, lying on the floor. Her body 
glistened with the various fluids coating it.

"Thank god you were able to spring me," Amanda said to someone who was presumably 
offstage. It sounded like her throat was covered in sandpaper. She stepped over and 
kicked Ray, I think it was right in the family jewels, but he didn't react too much. "Let's 
get out of here," she started walking, bowlegged, towards the side stage. She paused and 
turned to the audience. "Hey, can we take this thing with us? I think I can give it a good 
home."

The curtain drew, covering up the scene, save for Raymond's leg, which stuck out a bit 
too far. To his credit he waited until the curtains had closed completely to pull it back 
behind.

"Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, creatures of all shapes and sizes, what do you 
think? Does 'Futanari Authority' get to advance to the final round?" The impresario 
asked. I hoped he didn't try for more political discussion during this scene change. It 
would no doubt take some time, moving Tommy back out and away.

Amanda ran over to Raymond and helped him up. "Are you ok?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah, thank god you kicked me right above my dick. How about you, are you ok?" 
he returned her question.

"I'm better than okay, thank you so much for all of this!" she cried out, hugging him. "I 
wanted to do this forever, this was perfect! God everyone was cheering for me, it got my 
motor running so hard! Thanks so much for letting me take the long scene."

"Well, there goes the security deposit," he looked down at his cum drenched uniform and 
laughed. 

"It was worth it," she smiled.

"Only because you didn't pay for it," He pointed out rather glumly. 

"C'mon, let's let the stagehands clean this all up. Besides I'm not the first one to say I 
want to wash this off. And we can watch the rest of the show in the shower," she said, 
slowly peeling her slimy body off of his. "And it can be your turn."

"I think I just want to cuddle," He smiled at his sarcastic joke.

"That's not what Mr. Winky says," She caressed his erect manhood through his pants

"Hey excuse me Mr. and Mrs. Whips-a-lot, can you please maybe let us get cleaning so 
the poofy director there doesn't wet himself?" the stagehand asked.

"Good job," I said as they went by, declining to shake hands.

"Thanks," Amanda said hurriedly as she passed on by, with Raymond in tow.

"Ok Anne, what was wrong with this one?" I knew it was coming, so I might as well let 
her go at it.

"A little over the top, don't you think?" Anne asked. "I mean seriously, the big machine 
and then she just cums over and over. Got anticlimactic. You have to establish a preset 
order of things, they seemed to let it just sort of happen. It's not terrible but it's not great 
either. And not enough to beat us."

I hadn't bothered to ask what would be enough to beat us. I just watched the steady 
stagehands cleaning everything up. I wondered how much they made. They sounded 
pretty well unionized, but what do they tell their wife and kids? Do they do this kind of 
work often enough it doesn't sound like a special thing? Just another late night helping 
out a club? They must all be patrons right? So what, do they all just come after work and 
meet up here for beers? I mean to watch this kind of stuff and not be willing to ask what 
is going on, well, they have to be patrons. But how are they all unionized AND all 
patrons? I mean they'd have to pay dues, its not like they could all just fake it for a 
weekend. Why didn't they just get a group of scabs? 

I was so wrapped up in thinking about the stagehands cleaning up I almost missed Claire 
and Lindsay passing by me. I wanted to boo them but I knew it was wrong. Still wanted 
to. Do I have to say what the Impresario said? 

"Our next couple is Claire and Lindsay, their performance is entitled, 'Size Queens,'" 
said the impresario, yet again. At least he'd only say it once more, for us, for a little while 
at least.

The stage hadn't changed much from the last scene. It was still an old, dilapidated 
apartment. The only difference that everything seemed worse off. The window had been 
boarded up a little bit more, even less of the fake sunlight shone through. The paint had 
peeled off further. Long curls of peeled paint littered the walls, some of it on the floor. 
The exposed walls looked green or black, like they were moldy. The rest of the walls had 
a darker tinge, and even the floor looked dirtier. The house lights quickly dimmed.

That bitch Lindsay was sitting at the desk again, writing in her imaginary diary. Not that 
anyone could miss her, she was the only person illuminated under the only spotlight. 
There was no chance of hiding her breasts now. They sat on the desk, almost hanging off 
of it. when I say her breasts are big, I don't just mean they're big. I mean they're like, 
ridiculously ginormous. I mean, if you took your arms and reached them out as far as you 
can, you would barely reach her nipples. It was like two solid feet of breast straight out, 
they didn't even sag! They jutted straight out like they were made of metal! And they 
each had to be about a foot across. I mean I've held forty pound watermelons that were 
smaller.

She was wearing a gigantic shirt with a huge V neck line, it looked more like a cloth tarp. 
It was ripped and stained in places, I just wonder where they find this kind of stuff. I 
mean I know hundreds of years ago obesity was a problem but nowadays hunger is much 
more of an issue. It didn't even look like it fit, it was like a belly shirt on her.

"Its strange now," Lindsay's voice over said through the house speaker. "At first, Claire 
and I lived a normal life. Well, as normal as our life is, after the bombing. She went out 
each day to work the fields, while I was the stay at home wife. My days were a little 
boring, but I was happy, because I knew that we would share our nights. I didn't even 
miss television, telephones, or computers."

"But things continued to change. My body for one. I don't know if it was the radiation or 
what, but my breast continued to grow," Lindsay rested her head on her tits for a second, 
it was like a pair of full length bed pillows. "I was always flat chested as a girl. Part of me 
was scared when my chest grew, but the other part was excited. I wanted to have a nice 
rack, for people to check me out. Even when they grew so large I was ashamed to be 
gawked at in public, it was still something that didn't get in the way."

"But the problem was they kept growing. Every day it seemed to change. Life became 
almost impossible, if it weren't for Claire." Lindsay stood up, showing off just how 
absurdly huge her chest was. She pulled her shirt down, showing the stains and tears. 
"Clothes were scarce. Sure I could walk around the house naked but I didn't like to. A 
life's worth of clothing were useless now. I couldn't even find a bra that would begin to 
cover my breasts. Maybe back in the days before the bombing, but now we were lucky to 
get the bare essentials."

Lindsay walked over grimaced as she picked up a broom. She tried to sweep for a few 
moments, before grasping her back in a painful expression. "I couldn't even do anything 
around the house any longer. My back was so sore, it felt like all I could do was lie 
around in bed. My lovely Claire worked so hard, I couldn't bear to see her try to do 
housework after working her knuckles to the bone. And so our house, already in bad 
shape to begin with, only became worse."

"I tried to do everything for my Claire that I could, but to her credit she only asked me for 
one thing; To use my bosom as a pillow every once and a while," Lindsay smiled, 
propping her body up like pillows.

"Hey honey, I'm home," Claire announced as she walked onstage. The house lights came 
back on, showing her along with the rest of the stage. She was still wearing the farmer's 
outfit, but it looked like she had stuffed a cucumber down her pants.

"Oh my Claire," Lindsay turned her body slightly, I laughed as she almost knocked 
Claire down with her tits. "How was today?" 

"It was fine hon, this year's crop is gonna be the largest, I can just tell," she leaned over 
and kissed Claire on the cheek. 

"That's great," Lindsay said, moving the notebook to the side.

"Writing in your diary again?" Claire's voice conveyed concern.

"Oh, yeah. I can't really do much, but at least I can write. And, I got to thinking, maybe, 
if I made a diary, it could help other people. If, if someone else changes like me," she 
smiled. It looked like she was proud. Oh whoop de doo lady, you wrote about how you 
have big tits, it's not exactly Anne Frank.

"Well, your not the only one who's grown," Claire grabbed her crotch. 

"Have you gotten any bigger?" Lindsay asked. She seemed excited. I don't have any idea 
how big she is now, but I can only imagine. It was a foot and a half last time, and I can't 
think of having anything that big inside of me. 

"A little. It seems like I grow bigger and bigger everyday," Claire seemed so smug about 
it all. I mean ok they could act a bit, but still…this wasn't Shakespeare. It was just the 
dialogue of a porn flick, so don't act like you're doing something special. 

"Really? How, how much bigger could it get?" Lindsay wondered. Gee, I wonder if we'll 
figure that out anytime tonight?

"I don't know. Every time I see the doctor, he just keeps saying that he has never even 
heard of something like this happening before. He says it's impossible for your body to 
take me in. That a normal woman like you wouldn't be built to take in my body, either 
the girth, or the length," Claire watched Lindsay's head drop on her breasts, and placed 
her hand on Lindsay's shoulder.

"A 'normal' woman? I'm not normal. I'm nothing like normal," Lindsay said dejectedly.

"No, perhaps your not normal," Claire watched Lindsay's head seem to sink further. "But 
your special, don't forget that. I don't think there's another woman on the planet I could 
be with. Or any other woman on the planet I could love as much as you."

"Oh Claire, you know just what to say," Lindsay's lips curled upward. Thank goodness 
for the jumbotron screen, otherwise I doubt anyone would have seen anything. 

"Looks comfortable, do you have room for someone else?" Claire smiled.

"Always have room for you," Lindsay wrapped her arm around her shoulder. Claire 
leaned in, resting her head on her partner's breast. They kissed. I guess, I mean it looked 
like they kissed but the view was blocked from all the angles. 

Claire's hands reached through the ample cleavage on her lover's gigantic shirt. We 
could all see her hand squirming around under the shirt, reaching towards one of her 
unnatural breasts. The shirt was so tight I could make out her fingers at the reached 
towards the front of the shirt. It didn't take long for her nipples to harden. How big were 
her nipples anyway?

They continued to make out, but not in the normal way. In that pornographic way, where 
their tongues half stuck out of their mouths, covering each others faces in saliva. I would 
have guessed they'd have foot long tongues too for the hell of it.

Claire pulled her hand out and stepped forward to the audience. She bent over, showing 
off her ass in skintight jeans to the audience, earning some whooping cheers. She grabbed 
the neckline of the shirt, and ripped it straight down, freeing Lindsay's breast from the 
flimsy shirt.

Her tits looked stranger seeing them uncovered. They were gigantic, I don't really know 
what else to say about it. I mean her breasts were like, two feet long and easily more than 
a foot thick. And her nipples were amazingly huge! I have dinner plates that are smaller 
than them! Each one was like eight or nine inches across, and the teat were each bigger 
than my thumb. 

Claire leaned in between her breasts, as huge as they were there was plenty of room. She 
stretched her hands backwards, and grasped a breast with either hand. She was flexible, 
considering how far back her hands had to reach. Still it seemed unnecessary, we had 
seen them kiss before, and was the whole point to show her big old ass, or what.

She took her time, kneading the nipples between her thumb and forefingers. I still 
couldn't get over how big they were. And the way they seemed stuck onto the breast was 
so unnatural, but so natural at the same time. They looked good even to me, and I didn't 
like it.

"Oh Claire, I can see how ready you really are!" Lindsay announced. I didn't get it at first 
until Claire turned around. Her cock had grown erect, and was pointing out up through 
her farmer's jeans and flannel shirt. She had to slant her head to make room, her 
cockhead was sticking straight up and looking absurd. It was bigger than a horse cock! 
Not that uh, I'd know what that looks like…

She undid the top brass buttons on the farmer's jeans and tried to let it fall, but it was too 
tight. With her cock up around her face she was having trouble yanking the skintight 
clothes off. It would barely budge an inch and her cock head kept slapping her face. I 
wasn't the only person in the audience who laughed at it. Even Anne tried to hide a smile. 

Eventually she managed to pull the pants down, and I got to see the real size of her cock. 
I'm almost at a loss for words to describe it. I'm not talking about some big penis. Just 
like Lindsay's tits were beyond anything humanly possible, so was Claire's cock. Starting 
at the base of her pubic mound it reached well over the top of her head! The cockhead 
was gigantic, and looked about the size of a softball! The shaft itself was about as thick as 
my foreleg! And the thing was oozing loads of cum out of the head! How the hell did she 
keep that up without passing out from blood loss? 

"Oh Claire, do you want to do that…thing…you like?" Lindsay asked, trying to sound 
coy, like some naïve virgin. I doubt anyone bought it, but bad lines like that littered 
pornos.

"I think you like it too," Claire grinned. Lindsay wheeled her chair to the side of the desk 
and gave the audience a view of just how big her tits were, they took up almost half the 
desk! 

"Oh my love, I like anytime you spend with me," Chesty La Rue said. I wondered 
silently if she could deep throat that, so they could get past the terrible dialogue.

Seems like I got a close second. 

Claire stepped to the other side of the desk. Lindsay held her breasts together, if she 
could. If they were normal, two people facing each other from the opposite ends of the 
desk wouldn't even be close to touching. As it were, Lindsay's breasts were just grazing 
the tip of Claire's horse cock. 

Then I saw something I had never seen before. I mean I've seen tit fucking before, where 
a girl mashes her breasts together and a guy managed to stick his dick in there to get 
himself off.

But this was different. Claire's cock wasn't as thick as Lindsay's breasts, but was longer. 
With Lindsay holding her breasts together, Claire was able to tit fuck her. But not in the 
usual sense. Instead she was doing it horizontally! It looked like a hotdog lying in a bun. 
The view made it undeniable, her thick and veiny cock was plowing into the ample flesh 
of Lindsay's massive mammaries. Lindsay lowered her mouth, trying to swallow the 
giant head. She could barely take in an inch, her mouth was simply too small. There was 
almost enough cleavage for her cock as she thrust wildly. Lindsay oozed plenty of cum to 
help lubricate her thrusting shaft, forming loud squicking noises with each motion. It was 
bizarre, but it was undeniably attractive. At least two feet of cock being wrapped around 
the soft white skin of her breasts, more and more precum coating them, the purple head of 
Claire's cock, it's long and veiny shaft…goddamn it, they actually got me to like this 
scene. 

"Oh Lind-saaaaay!" Claire shouted as she came. On impact it looked like someone had 
thrown a balloon filled with semen at her face. Just one blast and Lindsay's breasts, 
already marinated with her semen, were positively dripping with her cum. More and 
more small explosions of cum erupted in her cleavage, some of it shooting high in the air 
and falling back on their faces. Some splashed back into the audience, who either laughed 
it off or tried to clean themselves up. It wasn't quite Dan's torrential cum shower, but it 
was a big load.

"Oh my sweet size queen, it seems everyday you grow bigger, and everyday you cum 
even more," Lindsay wiped off some of the cum that had splashed onto her face. She 
always seemed to try to have some kind of noble attitude onstage, but I knew firsthand 
how much of a bitch she was in real life. 

"Little Lindsay, it's your turn to cum even more now," Claire said, smiling. Lindsay 
stood up, and not without a lot of effort. As she did, what looked like a bucket of cum 
poured down off of the desk, her titanic tits had acted like a dam holding them back. It 
splashed onto the floor and began to ooze down. Claire grabbed a cloth 
from…somewhere, maybe the desk drawer or the floor, and wiped the table down, 
dropping more of the thick white stuff on hard wood of the stage flooring. A few drops 
shot into the audience again, some were whooping it up. Others were fleeing towards 
dryer seats in the back. That was amusing.

It must have been covered in the new invisible micro plastic covering, because it looked 
spotless after she wiped it off for just a second. It didn't really matter, Lindsay was up on 
the desk covering it in a second. I imagine it would have been sticky and uncomfortable 
otherwise

Claire leaned down on her knees, an awkward position with her fully erect cock, straining 
towards her face. Her nimble fingers spread Lindsay open, giving us all a clear view of 
her shaved sex. Maybe it was just the size aspect, but with her pussy lips spread apart it 
looked like it was smaller. Claire nibbled on her petite lips, suckling off Lindsay's juices. 
Her entire sex looked almost childlike. Perfectly formed, as though she had just reached 
the start of maturity. Unlike her breasts that had gone way past maturity. It was like she 
had shrunk on the bottom half and grown on the top half, both radically. 

"I just can't wait anymore," Lindsay moaned. She was panting with lust, I could see her 
huge breasts heaving up and down with her heavy breaths. Even with their size they 
defied gravity, pointed straight up. 

"Oh my little Lindsay, your wish is my command," I rolled my eyes at Claire's delivery 
of that line. Seems so cliché. Either way she got up and took a step back. It took her a lot 
of effort to point her cock horizontally towards her partner's tiny slit. The organ looked 
like it just didn't want to stay down. 

She held herself, waiting outside, striking a bit of a pose. Looking at the head, I was 
amazed that it could possibly penetrate her. I mean it looked like she was going to cram a 
orange down a garden hose! But just as I doubted the possibility…

It happened. With one mighty thrust Claire's softball sized cockhead plunged into 
Lindsay's little honey pot. It seemed like rubber, stretching the gigantic girth with 
relative ease. What had seemed small that a normal penis would have difficulty 
penetrating, was now wrapped around something the width of my foreleg! 

It wasn't simply the entrance to her body that showed the girth. Running up her pelvis 
there was a huge bulge that outlined the exact location of Lindsay's futahood. Not just 
where she had penetrated, the massive extrusion followed her entire thrust. It was so 
strange to see it…but I'd be lying if I said it didn't turn me on. My eyes couldn't keep off 
of the bulging cock. I watched amazed, trying to fathom what it must feel like. Lindsay 
looked enraptured with pleasure, she was drooling even. And Claire's eyes seemed to roll 
back in her head. I can only imagine the resistance her body must put up against it, and 
how tight it must feel. Having eight inches is great, but having two feet, the sensations 
must be incredible. I'd be lightheaded just from the blood needed to keep that thing up. 

Lindsay was groaning over and over again, she sounded like a porn star. She continued to 
massage her breasts, clutching her nipples between her fingers and tugging on them. It 
was hard to tell what was a finger and what was a nipple half of the time, the only 
surefire way was color. Her arms were stretched to the limit just to be able to reach the 
front of her breasts!

Claire must have had a foot of cock pushed up against Lindsay's body, and I suddenly 
realized something. How the fuck can she take two feet of cock? 

Maybe a better question is how is she taking two feet of cock. because there was no 
hesitancy, and no slowing down on either of their behalves. I watched with nervous 
anticipation, enjoying eagerly the show. I know I should be booing and hating on them, 
but the show was interesting. Claire was far beyond where a vagina, far beyond where 
even a uterus would be, and by all logic there should be some barrier of flesh that should 
have stopped her in her tracks.

But there wasn't, not by a long shot. The large protrusion that marked her unreal cock's 
entry was only reaching higher and higher on Lindsay's body. It reached past the 
stomach, and was moving right in between the cleavage! It seems even her ribs couldn't 
stop it. The only thing that even hid it were Lindsay's impossible breasts. 

"Oh my size queen you feel so good, fill me up with your fantastic cock!" Lindsay cried 
aloud, so pornographic, but it was appropriate. Still to have something that size in her 
seemed so impossible.

"Oh, my little Lindsay, your wish, is my, command," Claire grunted, even in the sexual 
context the line wasn't much better. She leaned over, and took one of Lindsay's breasts in 
her hand. Her mouth grabbed onto it, suckling like a newborn babe. It looked like she 
was sucking on a finger. Slobbering really, just like their kiss her mouth was drooling all 
across her breast, leaving a slimy surface of saliva. 

"Oh Claire, really give it to me!" Lindsay practically screamed. Claire wrapped her arms 
around her back and grabbed in a hug, then pulled her up. She was holding Lindsay's 
entire body up just with the strength of her cock! Lindsay was literally impaled with it, I 
half expected to see her cock poke out of her head!

Lindsay turned around and leaned back on the desk for support, I imagine. She began to 
pick Lindsay's body up, bouncing the girl on her cock. Lindsay's legs latched onto the 
desk, lifting her own body in concert. What started as slight movements of a couple 
inches rapidly increased. Before long it was a half a foot of cock slamming in and out of 
Lindsay at a time. Soon it was a foot of thick cock banging in and out of Lindsay's body 
at once. Her breasts were bouncing up and down, literally beating Claire on the head. 

They stopped for a second, and Lindsay stood up on her tip toes. Claire's cock exited 
with a loud plop, juices gushed downward. Then she dropped her body down on the cock, 
impaling herself with one loud thrust. The audience cheer was deafening! She continued 
to do so, but now in rapid succession, each time standing to remove Claire's cock before 
spearing herself once more. The sound was loud and erotic, but it was the smell that was 
so overwhelming. If it wasn't the size maybe it was the action.

"Oh god Claire!" Lindsay cried out, before she impaled herself once more. She groaned 
loudly, and writhed on top of the gigantic cock. Her entire body shook, it looked like she 
had been electrocuted from the way she trembled. Nothing more so than her tits. The 
bountiful breasts seemed to bounce of their own will as she was overcome with her 
climax.

Claire just screamed aloud, and I watched as she threw her head back. Then something 
crazy happened. Lindsay's body began to rise up, but there wasn't anything lifting her up. 
First it was just a few inches, but it increased rapidly, half a foot, a foot, a foot and a half, 
until Lindsay was balanced atop Claire like the tip of a flagpole. Claire's cock seemed 
even thicker than usual, and it was pulsating. She grabbed it, even with both hands 
wrapped around she was having trouble wrapping her fingers around it. she jerked it off 
rapidly, quicker and quicker. Her face was red, she was panting in the obvious throes of 
orgasm. Lindsay seemed to teeter on the edge of her cock head.

Claire screamed so loud that I thought Lin had taken the mic. She shrieked as she came 
hard. The high powered stream of cum had literally lifted Lindsay off of her cock with 
the pressure, and had now forced her off, like she was sitting on top of an oil drill! 
Lindsay almost fell on her ass, the floor was soaked. It looked like a gallon of cum 
poured all over the floor, pouring out of Lindsay. Claire continued to jerk herself off, 
thick wads of cum almost hitting the high ceiling, then raining down on the two of them.

Lindsay collapsed towards Claire, who actually missed her at first. She landed with a 
thud on the floor, her hands barely able to maintain traction on the viscous floor. 

She looked up at her partner, all doughy eyed. "Oh my size queen, you really have 
grown. Do you think you'll get…bigger?" Lindsay asked.

"Of course, just wait a little while. I feel like I'll be even bigger in an hour and a half or 
so," Claire smiled to the audience. I really wanted to deck her. Why doesn't she just go 
out and say 'Oh hey we're going to win and be in the last round'? Fucking bitches. Part 
of me wants them to lose in this round, but the other part wants me to beat them in head-
to-head competition.

The curtain drew over their little scene, and once again the stagehands were back to 
work. At least there wasn't quite the mess as before. They must be regulars here, they 
hardly batted an eye at the whole scene.

"Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, creatures of all shapes and sizes, what do you 
think? Does 'Size Queens' get to advance to the final round?" The impresario asked. Did 
he ever get tired of his own voice?

"Good job," Claire said, lifting Lindsay up off the floor, made so harder by her 
gargantuan jugs.

"Are you kidding me? I nearly fell flat on my face, I almost ruined the whole fucking act! 
It's amateur bullshit. God I'm not that fucking elf, I gotta keep my head in the game!" 
Lindsay could turn it off like a light switch. Ten seconds ago she seemed a sweet and 
pleasant lover. Now she was frustrated like…Well I guess like an actress that almost 
blew her performance. I guess she can act, even if she's still a bitch. 

"Hey, hey, save it for the last act," Claire said. God does that bitch ever show any 
emotion? I hated how cool and calm she was about everything, like she was so easy no 
matter what. "Come on, nobody even noticed. It wasn't nearly as bad as my pants being 
stuck."

"You always know how to lie to me, you know that?" Lindsay looked up for a second, at 
what I can't say. I even looked up, expecting some kind of prop, but there wasn't 
anything there, just the boom mic. I hoped that the mic was picking everything up, but 
after realizing everything Anne had been saying, maybe it was for the best it wasn't. Her 
head sank down and she said "But your right. Let's go, I want to wash this off of me." 

They walked past us silently, didn't even bother to acknowledge us or anyone else 
backstage. Bitches. 

"Don't trip on your tits on your way out!" Anne shouted as they walked away. "Your ass 
isn't fat enough to land on!" Lindsay stopped and started to turn around, but Claire held 
her back. Anne wasn't the only one who found it all hilarious, we were chuckling 
backstage, the union stagehands especially. It was just nice to relieve some of the tension 
by laughing. I wondered if they would turn and laugh at us just as quickly. Probably. 

"Ah, ok, that was good," Anne's grin slowly wore away as she caught her breath.

"What, no critique?" I asked. I was used to her giving an opinion, a negative opinion of 
course.

"What's there to say?" Anne shrugged. "You know, bigger ISN'T always better."

"That's it? That's your whole…review?" I half expected a little more, even if it was 
bullshit. This was the one time I wanted her to rip it apart. 

"What do you want me to say? They're good, ok? But it's not about just having a huge 
set of tits, or an elephant cock. It's about selling the scene, making the act work. You 
gotta titillate the crowd, make them feel something. And most importantly, you gotta 
have a good money shot," Anne winked with a smile, we had already discussed that. 
"Besides, we get to have the last laugh. It's a strategic advantage, as long as everyone 
isn't already spent. Speaking of which, you ready?"

"Yeah," I said, taking a deep breath. An old acting trick, let yourself out with the exhale, 
and pull in your character with the inhale. Crazy that I remember that, seemed forever 
ago that I learned it. Acting was easier when I was playing Juliet's Nurse in front of 
everyone's parents. And not being judged for my performance. "Yeah, I'm good lil' sis."

"Ok then, I'll see you out there. Break a leg," she said, smacking me on my ass.

"Ow you lil'…I'm gonna get you out there," the threat escaped my lips as emptily as it 
sounded. I had better get my act into gear. If I sound like that up onstage we're gonna 
lose.

I looked down at my uniform once again, making sure everything was fine before I went 
up on stage. It did look a little conservative, and plain, but it was fine. I liked the red tie, I 
think I got my dad the same kind once for Father's Day. And the black pantyhose made 
me look more sophisticated. The navy blue skirt made for a nice contrast to Anne's outfit. 
It was frilly on the ends and looked like something out of a pervert's wet dream. The 
white blouse was comfortable, although a little sweaty, it wasn't going to matter for much 
longer. It was still funny just remembering buying them at the store, and delivering 
specific measurements that wouldn't fit either of our bodies. But the man knew Anne and 
didn't question us, he just chuckled and went to work and told us when he'd be done. I 
wondered if he went to the club…was there a club tailor? 

I stepped onstage, there was our little desk and chair. The chair was actually pretty 
comfortable, more comfy than my desk in elementary school. There was nice padding on 
the seat. I sat down and looked at the computer pad resting on the desktop as I tried to 
build myself up into character. It's hard trying to will your nerves away, to calm your 
heartbeat, to ease your breathing. Maybe sometime I should try meditation or something. 
But not now. Probably won't need it again after tonight anyway. Just fucking start the 
damned act already! The stagehands were already done, the scene was set. The 
holographic projector had already recreated the classroom from earlier.

"Our last couple is Julie and Anne, their performance is entitled, 'All in the Family,'" the 
Impresario FINALLY said. 

My eyes were focused on the pad once again. I looked for the note that Anne had left 
before, just to look at something, but it wasn't there. There was a new one written, the 
same futanari doodle but with two dicks and huge squirting boobs this time, and the note 
'Just focus on me and you'll do perfectly. There won't be a dry set of pants in the room!' 
next to a smiley face. When did she have time to draw it?

Anne skipped onstage again, this time humming 'The Itsy Bitsy Spider'. She just looked 
so goddamned adorable now. Her uniform hadn't changed, she still had the same white 
blouse and powder blue skirt, matching socks up to her knees under her shoes, that 
clacked on the wooden stage floor. She had dropped the backpack, it wasn't necessary 
now. 

But the little changes really made the difference. Her long auburn hair now reached down 
to the floor now, curlier, but still tied up in pigtails with pink ribbons. I was afraid she'd 
trip and fall. Oh god, how bad would that have been after her comment to Lindsay? But 
she managed to stay on her nimble feet.

Her face was even cuter now, with dimples. Her eyes were larger, and she had eyelashes 
that would look big on an adult, and big luscious lips, it all combined to be super cute and 
super hot. Wait a minute…did Anne turn me into a pedophile? I mean I know she's not a 
kid, and I'd never touch one in real life…you know what? I'm going to have to figure this 
out at another time.

"Hey short stuff, can you give it a rest?" I asked, throwing my head back in irritation with 
an over exaggerated sigh. 

"Oh sorry sis," Anne stopped dead in her tracks. She tiptoed over to behind me, peering 
onto my pad. "Whatcha doin?"

"Ugh, I'm doing my homework," I lowered the pad onto the desk, everything good so far.

"Oh, again?" She cocked her head, trying to look confused.

"Yeah sis I have a lot of homework. It's not like in little kid school," I said dismissively.

"Hey, I'm not a little kid. I gots lotsa homework too!" she WAS adorable as she pouted 
her lips.

"I know, I know. What do you want anyway squirt?" I tossed the pad on the table, 
thankful it didn't fall off.

"Oh, well, uh, y, you remember how you, we, y'know," She stared down at her feet. She 
stood back on one foot, while pivoting the other one from side to side. She had an 
embarrassed little look on her face as she flashed her lashes.

"What? Are you talking about how we had sex? Is that it? You're here trolling around for 
a little somethin' somethin'?" I tried to make it sound sexy, or funny, or both. But the 
crowd didn't seem to find it as amusing as I did. Moving on…

"No, I, I just kinda feel uh, well," Anne turned around and faced the audience, with her 
back turned towards me.

"You feel what?" I asked suspiciously, narrowing my eyes.

"Well I know I wasn't a'posed to do it, but I went back to Billy, and well we uh, you 
know, did sex," Anne was supposed to her put face in her hands as she feigned sadness, 
but I couldn't tell. The angle was wrong for me.

"You did what?" I asked, very motherly and judgingly. I stood up from the chair and 
walking out beside her, turning her body towards mine as I leaned down.

"I, I just," Anne said…was she REALLY crying? Holy shit. "I know we aren't a'posed to 
do it anymore but it felt so good with you."

"Oh, just, just take it easy, your gonna make yourself sick," I said, taking out the 
convenient facial tissue from my blouse pocket.

"But when we did it he said I wasn't any good," she pouted as I dabbed the tears away. 
They were real tears, that was just…wow. I didn't see anything like that in rehearsal. 
"Even though, I did, I did everything, you told me, he, he said, I was, I was, I was a bad 
lay!"

"Oh sis don't worry about him, if he doesn't care about you then he isn't worth your 
time," I gave her a hug, the audience let out a big 'Awww' like it was a family sitcom.

"Thanks sis," she said, wiping her nose on her hand. I handed her a tissue to wipe it with, 
I didn't want it to be gross. "But, with, with you it was better anyway. I mean he just 
didn't know what to do. He wouldn't play with my kitty, he grabbed my boobies hard and 
twisted my nipples all rough, and then he just pumped in me hard and squirted inside 
a'me!"

"I told you, you shouldn't be going around like that," I looked past her eyes, another trick 
to stay in character. "People are going to think you're a little ho."

"I don't care what people think. I don't want anyone," Anne rested her head right on my 
chest. I could feel her hot breath running right down my shirt. "I just want you!"

"Oh, sis, uh, I just…can't right now," I stood up and turned my back to her. Ok, acting 
time.

"What do you mean?" she asked, stepping towards me. At her height her face was at 
about shoulder level. "Is it time for your monthly? It's ok, don't worry I don't mind."

"No, no, it's just... Oh sis, it's been awful strange for me lately," I looked down at my 
body, trying to get the right inflection for my voice. "My body is just changing, and I 
don't know how do deal with it."

"What's wrong sis?" Anne looked over at me puzzled. "Are you sick or something?"

"I just, my body, it's…oh sis it's so hard for me right now. I don't even know how to 
explain it. First I was normal then I was a futa, and now, now, all of this!" I sobbed like I 
was crying, wishing I could imitate Anne's tears on cue.

"Let me help," she tried to turn me over, grasping onto my skirt. My body almost 
snapped as I heard a small ripping noise. God, don't let the audience have heard it. I 
quickly spun around, just in time for Anne to say "You helped me, now it's my turn. 
Besides," she said, with that cute and innocent voice as she reached down into the lap of 
my skirt, "like you say, the family that lays together stays together."

I could feel her little fingers feel the outline of my body through the skirt. I was certainly 
having no performance anxiety there, my body was raring to go. I turned towards the 
audience to give them a better look. Anne got on her knees, her curly hair was tickling 
the inside of my legs, even through the pantyhose. It wasn't on for long, Anne was able to 
tug the pantyhose down quickly. My sweaty hands grabbed onto the frilly edge of my 
skirt. I even bit my lip and looked down in some mock shame as Anne went to work. 

"Oh my god sis," Anne's breathy and sensual voice said in mock surprise. "You gots two 
dicks now!"

"Don't make me feel any worse," I mumbled. Did it get picked up? This was the big 
alteration for this scene. Well, this and the other one. 

I stood there for a second, while Anne's eyes motioned towards the desk. SHIT! That was 
my cue! I threw my hands to my face as I stood near the desk, praying that it didn't seem 
too bad. And that my face wasn't turning red. 

"Oh no sis, I don't think it's bad," Anne trotted up next to me, giving me a reassuring 
look. Whether it was meant for me the actor, or me the character, I couldn't say. "I think 
its yummy!" she said, slurping up some precum on her finger noisily. The audience ate 
that up, nearly as much as Anne did. I leaned back on the desk, it hurt like hell. It was not 
made for someone to lie down on. Hard plastic painted to look like imitation wood wasn't 
the best makeshift bed. 

Her little fingers ran up and down my shaft, the bottom one I mean, tugging hard on it. I 
could feel the tip of the cock head rubbing against her throat. I thought it would feel 
stranger having two cocks, but it was like feeling someone tug on each of my breasts. 
Flesh was flesh, it was amazing. It felt natural, and that is a strange thing to say. 

Right then I was more focused on her mouth. She just deep throated my top cock with no 
hesitation, swallowing me in one long bob of her head. She suckled and slurped, the back 
of her throat was warbling around my shaft, her lips seemed to suck me in. Her tongue, 
god her tongue was incredible, it was swirling around the bottom of my shaft like nothing 
I had ever felt before. All of her saliva made it all so much slipperier than normal, and the 
sound was fantastic. It was almost as erotic to hear as it was to feel. My body naturally 
arched against the hard plastic, it was all for show but it was killing my shoulder. She 
pulled her head up and gave my second cock it's due attention, her hot and breathy mouth 
noisily sucking and slobbering.

I opened up my blouse, nearly ripping the buttons off in my haste. The bra thankfully 
opened in the front, my tits were aching in the now undersized undergarment. 

"Oh big sis, you are bigger now," Anne crawled up my body, her knees resting on either 
side of my hips. Her head rested between my bare chest as she licked her lips. She 
grabbed my breast, and squeezed hard. I winched as a strong jet of milk shot forward into 
the air, eventually landing somewhere behind me. I had chance to get my milky special, 
and it was nice to feel the pressure start to relieve. She pointed my nipples into the crowd, 
squeezing off squirt after squirt into the audience. I almost laughed as I saw some people 
opening their mouths, trying to capture it on their tongue like snowflakes.

"Oh sis, this is so cool," Anne latched onto my tit, suckling from the nipple with some 
force. Her hands reached onto my breast, massaging it to help coax out more of breast 
milk. She pulled her head back, white drops falling onto my chest. She looked towards 
the audience, holding her mouth open and showing the audience the fresh milk. They 
loved that one, and continued to cheer while Anne gargled noisily, before finally 
swallowing. "Wow sis, you taste great everywhere! Even better than mom did!"

"If I recall you taste pretty good too," I remembered the cue this time. Anne climbed off 
of my body, hanging onto it to get on the floor without hurting herself.

I swung around like getting up off of a doctor's bed, and pulled off my bra and blouse, 
going completely topless. It felt good, I was starting to sweat a bit, it wasn't even hot just 
the pressure of performing. I shimmied myself out of the skirt, it fell onto the floor easily 
and I just kicked it off to the side. Anne kicked off her shoes and untied her skirt as well, 
it was easier to do it now, and would hopefully keep everything clean. 

Anne hopped back up on the desk, lucky for her she could just sit atop it. She spread her 
legs, her knees bent slightly. I leaned in, with my hands on either side of her hips I slowly 
tugged the delicate panties, already soaked with her peppermint juices off. I held it to my 
nose, showing the large wet spot as I sniffed, trying to play it up to the audience. They 
loved that, something about the panties of a ten year old, soaked in her juices seemed to 
get a lot of attention. And not just from the guys. 

Her feet, still covered with the knee high socks, dangled off the corner of the desk. They 
looked cuter that way. I was more concerned about what was between them. She was of 
course hairless, and the angel soft skin of her thighs only accented the tender pink lips of 
her sex. I inhaled deeply, some for show, smelling the peppermint flavored pussy. 
Sticking both of my fingers into my mouth I massaged the tender folds of her 
womanhood, knowing that I would once again have an opportunity to deflower her. 

She was ready, the wetter the better. My finger entered into her, instantly feeling the 
resistance of her body squeeze against mine. I probed deeper, wiggling my finger in. Her 
juices poured down easily, dripping down. My tongue flicked down on her hairless 
snatch, teasing the little girl's little clit. It was like flicking it on a peppermint candy. Her 
hips started to buck ever so slightly, and I knew when she was enjoying it, and wasn't 
acting.

I managed to push another finger in her orifice, thankful it was dripping wet and despite 
the friction her body welcomed my finger fucking. I didn't bother taking my time, this 
was porn after all. And I should get Anne back after squeezing my tits so hard, they still 
ached. Anne's body was ready for anything, and now it was time to bring it out.

My hand was soaked with her juices, maybe she had another augmentation I didn't know 
of. Her sweet pink peppermint pussy positively poured juice all over. The air was thick 
with her sexy scent. The flavor still lingered in my watering mouth. I was starting to lose 
myself in the act and wanted her now more than anything. 

I ducked down slightly, leaning my head back almost horizontal with the desktop, just 
under the desk hoping the cameraman would take my cue and take the best angle. I could 
just make out her body leaning on the edge of the small desk, with my face was directly 
below it. I straightened out my pinky finger and pushed it in suddenly, making her cry out 
in pleasure as I penetrated her tight anus. With the resistance she showed against my 
finger I wondered how easy it would be with one of my cocks. 

"Oh, oh sis, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna C-UH-UH-AHHHH!" Anne screamed, 
signaling her orgasm as theatrically as she could. Sweet peppermint flavored juices 
poured down onto my face, spraying down in large gushes from her overflowing honey 
pot. I tried to squint my eyes to keep them open, but it was almost too much. Her little 
buns danced and wiggled atop the desk, her head was thrown back in pornographic 
ecstasy. I watched with a perverse glee as her legs bucked, dangled off the edge of the 
desk. She was a girl that could fake an orgasm, but more importantly, she could ham up a 
real one.

"Did you enjoy that?" I asked rhetorically as I crawled out from under the desk. 

"Oh sis that was amazing!" she huffed, smiling like a little kid with a candy. "But now 
it's your time, just, please be careful, I never had anything up my bum before, a'cept your 
finger."

"Oh don't worry," I stepped behind her, and wiped my face with some of her fluids, 
rubbing her still exposed pussy and ass, "I'm not Billy, I know what I'm doing. Up ya 
go," I said, hooking my hands under her shaved armpits and trying to lift her. My heart 
sank as I nearly dropped her, but thank god Anne's legs quickly recovered and saved my 
ass.

I pushed the desk to the side, it was going to block the view. The screeching noise of the 
metal scraping on the hard wood wasn't planned. I had to pick it up and drop it off before 
I could turn back to the seat. Sitting down on the chair I patted into my lap like I was 
inviting a cat. But this little minx wanted more than to purr and snuggle.

She jumped up on the chair, I thought we were going to tip back. She smiled at me, it was 
strange but it felt like a burden was lifted off of my shoulders. She lowered her body onto 
me, I could feel the heat gushing off of her body, right above the tips of my cocks. She 
groaned like she was stepping into cold water as she lowered down. God she was being 
such a tease, I just wanted to yank her body down right on top of me.

"Oh sis, it's so big, I dunno if I can take that much in me," Anne put on her best little kid 
voice. She pushed the tip of my top cock into her wetness, god it felt so good! It was like 
having blue balls, except I don't really have balls. But my cocks ached to cum now, there 
was a yearning deep in my loins to get satisfaction.

"Oh you're so filling sis," she was really playing up the baby doll act, delicious. I spread 
her ass cheeks apart, the audience was whooping it up. "Oh gawwwd! Your cock is so big 
it's filling up my bum! Oh I want to take it out, it's so big up there but it feels SO 
GOOD!" she cried as she sank down closer towards my lap. 

"Little sis you're so ti-ight! Oh god don't stop baby girl, I want to fill you up!" I cried, 
barely remembering my lines.

"I want you to fill me up too!" she cried, dropping her body hard, impaling herself on my 
cocks. My face of rapture was no acting, being inside her was heavenly, especially after 
so much waiting. I barely felt her cherry pop, it was so quick I wouldn't have noticed, 
except for Anne's quivering breaths. Her pussy was wet, and steamy, it was almost 
indescribable. Her tight anal canal clenched tightly around my intruding member. Every 
inch of my cock was struggling against her tight body. 

I started to lift her body, grabbing onto her round little bottom. I grasped them strong, 
leaving finger imprints on the small globes as I bounced her up and down on my cocks. 
The feeling was fucking fantastic. Her body was normally tight, but it was unbelievable 
to penetrate her doubly. A never ending stream of high pitched groans escaped from 
Anne's mouth, only driving my carnal desire deeper. The crowd seemed to join in with 
her rhythmic moaning. 

It didn't take me much time before I was bouncing up and down on the chair, in my 
lustful desire I wanted to fill her completely. She was more than willing to comply, 
arching her back away from me and giving me the leverage I needed to really give it to 
her good. I wrapped my hands around her back to prop her up, feeling her body, already 
coated with sweat and love juices.

It wasn't just the tightness, she had a lifetime's experience of lovemaking just a few 
inches under her belt. Her tight pussy clamped down on me, while her ass squeezed, 
milking each thrust in a torrid sexual rhythm. It was almost too much, I tried with all my 
might to hold back the river of cum desperately seeking release.

"Sis give it to me, oh it feels so good! I never want you to stop!" She stopped for a 
second, latching onto my left tit. She took a quick drink before groaning into the crowd 
"Oh sis I was wrong you taste SO much better than mom ever did, you are THE best! If 
every morning I could have a glass of your milk I'd be happy for the rest of my life!"

She returned to suckle on one breast, it was such a strange sensation. I had plenty of 
nipple play before but to be milked was different. Anne's soft, luscious lips caressing the 
edges of the nipples, while she sucked from it like a straw. The milk that flowed forth 
freely formed a pool around her mouth, enveloping my wet nipple with the sweet wet 
liquid. The inside was as warm as our bodies, while the saliva left the outside of my 
nipple sent a chill on my wet, exposed breast. It only added to the combining sensation 
pleasure that was almost overloading my senses. 

Her hand reached up, grabbing my other tit, and squeezed hard. I bit my tongue in pain, 
she was clenching it like she was squeezing a stress ball or something. Large streams of 
milk shot into the crowd, in a high reaching arc. I watched the crowd assemble with 
mouths agape to catch my milk in their mouth. It still hurt, it was rougher than I liked.

Little bitch, let's see how you like this. I grabbed onto her ass cheeks hard, like I was 
testing oranges. She bit down onto my tit a little, but it couldn't hurt nearly as much as 
my other tit, clenched into her hand. I took off the kid gloves and really started to give it 
to her. I forced her up and down, long and hard, really giving it to her. I wasn't used to 
rough sex but this had a raw, carnal sexuality to it. I didn't care about the act anymore, I 
was more focused on cumming. All precepts of gentleness and romance went out the 
window, our bodies thrust and moaned with animalistic lust.

"Make me cum! Cum in my tight pussy! I want to feel your cum deep in my bum!" Anne 
spouted off as many dirty phrases as she could. "Just make me cu-uh-UMM!" she cried 
aloud as announced it. Her body clamped down on me, squeezing the bubbling cum from 
shooting out of me into her. Her body clenched against mine, squeezing in concert with 
her orgasms. I could feel her wet juices running down my crotch, only making my desire 
to cum stronger. 

Anne looked up at me as she began to catch her breath. I looked at her, she had no clue I 
didn't cum. I didn't just want to cum I needed to cum. My face was covered with a 
whimpering desire to finally cum, but I was supposed to cum with her. She jumped up 
from my lap, and dropped onto her knees, fluid dripping all down my legs. She 
swallowed both of my cocks quickly, still covered in her peppermint. 

"Oh big sis, please cum in my mouth. You're so tasty! I just want to taste you 
everywhere!" she continued to bob up and down on my cock heads, her hands rapidly 
running up and down the shaft. She was able to keep both tips of my cocks in her mouth, 
circling her tongue around them, it was too much to my over sensitive and needy cocks. 

I groaned aloud as I came hard. It was a long time waiting and I felt like I left the planet. 
My body shuddered with each squirt of cum being cranked out of my body. Anne's 
tongue continued to slobber over the sperm, her beautiful little face encouraged me with 
only a look. Every inch of my body seemed to be quivering with excitement and 
unbridled passion, my brain was hardly able to comprehend everything! My cocks were 
empting the built up load, my pussy was gushing juices without even being touched, and 
my tits were squirting milk everywhere! The audience was cheering me on, it only made 
it all hotter.

I leaned back in my chair as I tried to catch my breath. Anne stepped up next to me and 
hugged me, saying "Wow sis, you are the best," she smiled at me, hinting towards the 
side stage.

"You're right sis, but you were pretty good," I ad libbed. I stepped up a little, my legs 
were still wobbly. "I think I need to take a homework break, I should have it done in an 
hour or so. Then I'll show you how good I am," I winked to the audience, hoping those 
bitches Claire and Lindsay were watching. Take that. Probably weren't even bothering 
anyway. But the crowd whooped it up. Anne did the archaic 'raise the roof' gesture, and 
it actually got some in the crowd cheering a little louder. They continued to scream as we 
stepped offstage.

"Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, creatures of all shapes and sizes, what do you 
think? Does 'All in the Family' get to advance to the second round?" The Impresario 
asked, I was thankful that I wouldn't have to hear that much more. Just twice more.

"Whoo, we fucking did it!" I shouted, all the tension seemed to melt away with my 
orgasm. 

"Oh god," Anne wiped the sweat and cum from her face. "You ad libbed there, what the 
hell was that? I didn't write that!"

"Hey it worked. Tell me it didn't work. Plus what was with your body? It was like you 
were trying to stop me from cumming!" I turned any blame right around on her.

"Hey I can't blame it if my body is tight, ok? I didn't hear you complaining anyway. It 
worked, we just did a little ad libbing, so don't get bent out of shape," Anne said, 
apologetically for once.

"I'm not bent out of shape, sorry. You saved my ass up there anyway. Just happy to have 
gotten it done," I felt like I was walking on air.

"Not done yet," Anne pointed towards the impresario. Unlike the other acts, we didn't 
have a big mess to clean up. Just move a desk and a pile of clothes, and clean a few 
juices. But there were no big machines or huge a pile of cum. Anne was right, bigger isn't 
always better. 

Anyway my point was that the stagehands had everything done in a minute, not like ten. 
The stage director handed us two robes to wear, it was nice to just have something to 
soak up the sweat. It was chilly backstage. 

"Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, boys and girls of all ages, creatures of all shapes 
and sizes, the second round of the Club Vanilla Second Annual Talent Show is complete. 
Once more, I would like to thank you for your showing of support for the participants. 
Thanks to your enthusiastic support, we have been able to decide the contestants who will 
make it to the last round. Before we announce it, how about another round of applause for 
all of the contestants?" the Impresario announced, he was truly a man in love with his 
own voice. He might be almost more acceptable but he sounded like some ancient circus 
announcer. It was worse this time, unlike the last time we didn't know that we should 
advance. We hadn't heard from Liz, and what was worse, there were only two spots. So 
the suspense wasn't just slight, it was a strong. I wished for once in his life this pompous 
ass would just hurry the fuck up! 

We all stood by the side of the stage. Anne and I hadn't moved far off, but we quickly 
had a crowd behind us. Lindsay and Claire were hanging back, as usual. Didn't even 
acknowledge me, would it kill Claire to just say 'Oh hey, good job'? Bitch. Lin sauntered 
over, Dan seemed to be tired…wow I'm reading into the body language of tentacles, 
maybe I do belong here. Raymond and Amanda were there, just hugging each other.

"The first act that has made it to the final round, and an opportunity to win the talent 
show is," The impresario said, really drumming up the anticipation. "The first act is 'Size 
Queens'! Congratulations Claire and Lindsay, come up on stage!" he announced. The two 
prima donnas walked on stage, waving once again like they had done something. UGH. 
There were two spotlights there, one for them to stand at, and one for the other couple. Us 
I meant, one for us, because we're gonna win…I hoped.

Unlike during the last cut, this time I was shaking with nervousness. I wanted to win 
now, so bad I could taste it. I was still on such an adrenaline rush from being on stage, 
and this was just rattling me down to the core. My mouth was dry, even licking my chops 
I could not lubricate. I felt a cold sweat over my body, it wasn't helping my shaking. I 
could see myself in the spotlight, making it to the next round, winning, and getting the 
trophy, bringing it to work and shoving it right in Claire's face…

"And finally, ladies and gentlemen, our other act that has made it to the final round, and 
an opportunity to win the talent show is… 'All in the Family'! Julie and Anne, 
congratulations, come up on stage!" he announced. I wanted to hop up and down in 
happiness but I managed to control myself enough to walk over to the other spotlight. I 
raised my hands over my head, again trying to imitate the Miss Universe contestant. 
Anne blow kisses to the audience like a little girl up on stage for the first time. 

"Ladies and Gentlemen, these two acts will continue into the final round of Club 
Vanilla's Second Annual Talent Show. Before we go to our final intermission, let's hear 
it for the remaining contestants, they all worked hard and deserve another round of 
applause for their efforts!" The Impresario said. Amanda and Raymond walked onstage, 
one hand on each other's shoulders, and waving to the crowd with their free hands. They 
almost looked relieved to not have to get back up onstage.

I could see Lin walking away, almost making out something about not going up there. 
Dan's tentacles lifted up, making a barrier she couldn't go around. I guess he had a sense 
of showmanship. She gave him a look before the two of them walked onstage. Well he 
moved onstage, whereas she was more or less dragged onstage.

"Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, boys and girls of all ages, creatures of all shapes 
and sizes, we will now begin our final intermission. In just one hour's time we shall 
resume the show, and we will find out which of the two remaining acts wins the second 
annual Club Vanilla Talent Show. Do not be late, and thank you again for coming!" The 
Impresario's booming voice filled the theater. One hour to rest, god I wanted a shower 
and a pot of coffee before getting back up onstage. And a blender of 'Sex on the Beach'.

But we won! We mother fucking won! We beat those bitches at their own game. One 
more round, head to head. Us versus them, do or die, win or go home. I raised my hand in 
victory once more as I watched the audience disappear behind the drawing curtains. 



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