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Club Vanilla
Chapter 9
The Contest Part 4, Final Round


I wanted to jump for joy like I had won the Miss Universe pageant. But a stern look from 
Anne reassured me that our job wasn't done yet. First thing's first, it was time to shower 
and rest for a little bit. After we recovered our clothes from the stagehands, we had to 
solve the case of my missing panties. Turns out they were conveniently hidden in a 
stagehand's pocket. Once I found them, we managed to make it to the shower room 
without any more trouble. 

I was just happy enough that there was hot water, and a seat in the shower stall. I felt like 
my grandmother, sitting in the shower, but I didn't care. I didn't take hygiene for granted 
either, and put a towel over the seat. I really would have brought flip-flops if I knew there 
was a shower in the first place. I had thought that we'd have to wipe ourselves off, or 
something. But I needed to clean myself off better than that. You don't really think about 
how sweaty you get on stage, or during sex, but combined? It's even worse, and there's 
nothing erotic about sweat and smell…unless you're into that whole…thing. But I was 
too lazy to find some soap or shampoo, and just the feeling the hot beads of water drip 
over and massage my tired and aching muscles was enough. It was kinda strange. You 
don't really feel the soreness or fatigue when you're up there. It's afterwards you crash 
and don't want to get up, when the adrenaline and whatever else is done running through 
your veins. I wanted a full body massage, a stiff drink, and some energy concoction. At 
the same time. But I'd have to settle for a hot shower, at least for now.

It wasn't nearly as long as I wanted it to be, but I knew I couldn't spend all night in the 
shower. Plus the longer I was there, the better a chance that Lin and Dan were going to 
come in and go at it like bunnies again. She must be as loose as, well, something loose. 
Okay…yeah, that sucked. Gimme a break I'm tired.

I turned the water off and grabbed the robe, and spun my hair up in the towel. Some 
people like that dry sonic shower thing, but it just made me feel icky, kind of like I'm 
getting a scan for ten minutes. To me, being clean meant actually showering and being 
clean, wiping everything off of you. It wasn't just having all the dirt soniced off of you.

As I stepped out, I watched Anne drying herself off. She had one leg on a bench, leaning 
over to dry off her leg. With her naked backside bent over ripe for the plucking. I sneaked 
over as quietly as I could. It was easier without loud clothing, or shoes on. Then I struck, 
pinching her ripe little bum with my index finger and thumb.

"OW! You bitch!" Anne screamed at being goosed. She spun around and slapped my 
hand, but just having done it was enough for me. 

"You had that coming little girl," I scolded with my finger.

"Hey I wasn't nearly that hard, and you were wearing clothes," she rubbed the pink mark 
on her butt that was forming.

"Yeah but your little fingers grabbing hurt," I countered. I did get her good, she was mad. 

"Whatever," she said dismissively as she pouted. She looked too cute like that. 

"You two should move in together," came a rich and laughing voice descending the 
stairs. "Or at least film some of this to release on media. The Japanese and Martians will 
love it."

"Who wouldn't?" Anne asked, with a voice conveying wisdom that belied her age. 

"I don't know, the kind of jerks that want to put away places like this," Jen said, finally 
showing herself. She looked at me with her hands on her hips. It was kinda weird to be 
honest, like she respected me for beating her? Or was it because I made it this far with 
Anne?

"They'd probably just pirate it anyway," Anne said wryly. 

"How's it going?" I asked, trying to remember which locker I had put my clothes in. I 
found it by the third one, and didn't even look too obvious searching for it.

"Good enough considering I lost," she said, kind of snarky. I think she realized it, 
because she added "Not that it's your fault."

"Well there's only so many people that can win," Anne said, as though it were a duty to 
be so good. She knew Jen well enough to get away with that, I didn't. I managed to hold 
back a laugh, and just turned my head to smirk.

"I guess so," she said, I think Anne actually got to her. Well I guess I might be a sore 
loser. I probably wouldn't even have stuck around.

"So what brings you down here? Just interested in getting a free show?" I tried to change 
the subject, as I pulled off the robe and let it drop. 

"Hardly, I thought you might want a tip about the final round," she said with a knowing 
grin. What was she up to, and what was her game?

"Oh really?" Anne stopped and turned around.

"Well there's only so many people that can know," she said, mocking Anne from a 
moment ago.

"Oh come on, pwetty pwease with sugar a 'top?" Anne put her hands under her chin like 
she was praying. Of course being nude didn't really help the cute little girl angle all that 
much.

"Oh what the hell. Turns out Claire and Lindsay are up to their old tricks, if you follow 
what I mean," Jen winked.

"Oh, shit," Anne's childish antics faded away quickly, and even her little girl face 
showed an adult concern. "You mean?"

"Yep, just like last year," Jen nodded. What the hell were they talking about? I had no 
clue, but I didn't want to be dumb and ask. Anne hadn't given me all that much of a 
scouting report. 

"Fuck, I should have known, once they changed that rule," Anne's head slung downward.

"Seems like it was built right for them. Start off small and just get bigger, and bigger, and 
bigger." Jen moved the palms of her hands close to each other, and slowly stretched them 
away for emphasis.

"What did they do last year?" I finally asked, waiting for a pause in the conversation.

"Do you know what a size queen is? Really?" Jen returned my question with one of her 
own. I shook my head 'no'. "Well size queens get off on bigger things. The bigger the 
better, if you know what I mean."

"But that last cock was like the size of my leg!" I held my foreleg to reinforce the 
idea…but I was talking about my normal grownup leg, not my smaller and skinnier little 
girl one. "And it reached over her head! How much bigger can it get?"

"Uh," Jen scratched her head. If I didn't know any better I would have figured that she 
was putting on an act.

"What? Anne?" I looked at her for some kind of answer. She had made it to the finals 
against Claire last year, she would know better than anyone.

"Well, last year, the rules were different," Anne sighed as she sat down. "We didn't get to 
change things in between acts. So we had to be ready for whatever happened. It was 
harder to build up the act, because you could only add props or change the scenery."

"So what happened?" I was getting into this story. I had waited so long to find out what 
had happened.

"Oh, uh, well, they were big from the start last year. I mean, big. Like, impossibly huge. 
Bigger than you can imagine. Like, a dick so big that it could go through your body, big," 
Anne seemed at a bit of a loss to explain it, but I was dumbfounded at the idea of a cock 
that big. She must have been exaggerating.

"Wow, so, that's what they're going to do for this act?" I didn't really get it. It sounded 
more like torture than anything sexual. A cock that went through you? How could that 
even work? What was this, the Martian Inquisition? Of course I'm sure that SOME 
people would get off on that too, in retrospect…

"That's what they're saying," Jen nodded knowingly. 

"And just where the heck did you hear about it? Who is this 'they' that are telling you?" I 
suddenly wondered if this wasn't just another mind game that Lindsay and Claire were 
starting to play with us. I didn't really know Jen, not that much. She was Anne's friend 
really. Yeah I got her a job at work, but I would have done it if she had applied. She was 
more than qualified, and if made me look really good to have hired someone so certified, 
especially since she could have asked for a lot more money. So why was she here? Just to 
be a nice person? What was her motivation? Why was I so paranoid?

"Well, let's just say that I have more than a couple of bucks on this one," she winked. 
Money, that was the classic motivator. I should have guessed, anything to get an edge, 
right? Point shaving, insider trading, whatever works…wait a minute, people are betting 
on this?

"You're betting on this? With who?" I demanded. Now she had piqued my interest.

"There's a little guy who's taking bets. Has a Robin Hood thing, likes to wear tights and 
shoot a bow and arrow, well a fake one anyway. He's a friend of Lin's, but then again, 
Lin has a lot of friends it seems. Not that Dan seems happy about that," she added. I 
laughed for a second, before realizing that I was one of her friends. I kinda got the same 
impression too, especially after she interrupted him while he was explaining the tentacle 
robot thing to me backstage. 

"Yeah. Wait, this means that you bet on us?" I had just put two and two together.

"Well yeah, I need to try to win back all the money that I lost betting on myself. Should 
have known, never bet on anything you're in. I managed to almost break even after 
betting on you two, and Lindsay and Claire to advance. Figures, they were the favorites 
from the get go. That's why I didn't bet on them, wouldn't have made a hill of dirt. I 
guess you have to go with the champion until they prove you wrong," she said. I hadn't 
given that much thought into gambling. My old man used to bet on sports, but I never 
paid a lot of attention. Honestly I just played a few hands of blackjack and then when I 
lost I went to the slot machines when I went to the casino. Losing a hundred bucks wasn't 
as bad on the quarter slots, on the dollar ones it was gone in no time. Especially with my 
luck. So if she was betting on us, that must meant that she wanted us to win. Or at least 
was willing to take the gamble to make more money. Did she believe in us, or was she 
just a problem gambler?

"What are the odds?" Anne lifted her head. 

"They're the favorites, three to one odds. Means I could make a pretty penny if you two 
could win. Not that I figured I'd have to give you some more motivation," she said. She 
must have known Anne well, maybe even better than me.

"So what, you figured that you were going to come in here and give us a tip, for 
motivation or something? Thanks, I guess," I tried to sound appreciative but I realized 
how self-serving this was of her, as I started to put my uniform on. It did smell pretty 
bad, despite the perfume and deodorant, but at least it wasn't stained. Nobody would be 
able to smell it, and after ten seconds if people were considering my smell then I was 
doing it wrong.

"Well, I was actually going to suggest that maybe you two, you know, go back to last 
year's finale," she said, looking at Anne. 

"We can't," Anne said, her voice quiet and solemn. 

"What do you mean? What was last year's finale? Why can't we do it?" I looked at both 
of them, expecting an answer from someone. It wasn't going to be forthcoming.

"Anne, come on. They're going to be going in there with their A game, what are you 
going to do? The same 'cutesy lolita schoolgirl' thing again? Don't you want to win?" 
Jen was egging her on. She was either a problem gambler, or a better friend to Anne than 
I knew, or I was. Or possibly both.

"What the fuck do you want me to do?" Anne snarled. "Julie wasn't even there last time, 
and we haven't even rehearsed a single line from that act. We don't even have the 
fucking props! We couldn't even try that without a bed! You can't just jump in and 
suddenly decide less than an hour before jumping onstage to do something that you 
haven't rehearsed, and that you're not prepared for. So don't come in and try to tell me 
what we have to do."

"Anne, be reasonable. Maybe you can fool yourself, but I know that you're still hung up 
about how you fucked up last year. I know it was embarrassing, shit, you didn't show 
your face here for almost a month. But how are you gonna feel if you let them beat you? 
Just because you can't get over them beating you last year? You know that you can't play 
to not lose, you need to play to win!" Jen wasn't the subtle kind. That seemed evident. 
But I still wanted to know what they were going on about. I just figured now was as good 
a time as any to get my uniform on.

"You have no clue how fucking embarrassing it was last year. You weren't up there on 
stage, having everyone and their grandmother laugh at you. And then they played it in 
full high definition three-D in lobby for weeks, so everyone could see it all, over and over 
again." Anne looked pissed. I just stepped out of her way and let her go to her locker. 

"Anne, that was last year," Jen sounded like a friend now, nicer than she had been before. 
"You can't be afraid of losing, you have to win."

"Look, it's not just about me. That wasn't my thing. That was Nicole's thing. Julie isn't 
even into that, and she is doing me a big enough favor just doing this thing. It's not like 
I'm asking her to give me a ride. That's a seriously way-the-fuck-out-there kind of idea. 
Plus we didn't rehearse anything, and we still don't have a fucking bed," she said, her 
voice was low and full of…defeat? She didn't sound like her usual confident self. But 
I've never really seen anyone talk to her like that before.

"Fine, Anne, I'm still gonna be rooting for you. And I did bet on you, not because I'm 
your friend, and not because I'll make more back if you win. I bet on you because I 
believe you're going to win. I just wanted to make sure that you're putting on your best 
show. If you know that this is your best show, then I wish you the best. Break a leg out 
there. You too Julie," she said, almost like she had given up. It sounded like it was a 
concession speech.

"Thanks, cheer real loud for us," I said, watching her turn around. Anne didn't even say a 
word to her. I waited until she left the room, and I heard the door close. I looked at my 
little sister for the night, half done up in her schoolgirl uniform. "You okay there, Anne?"

"I…yeah," she took a deep breath, and seemed to put on her game face. "Yeah, I'm 
good."

"Just what the hell was that all about anyway?" I didn't know what else to ask, honestly. I 
felt like I was reading a story or watching a show, like I was just a fly on the wall.

"Nothing," she started buttoning up her blouse. "Nothing, don't worry about it."

"Don't worry about it? What the hell is it? Hey, you can tell me," I grabbed her shoulders 
to try to get her attention. She was acting like I was on another planet or something, 
completely cold.

"Look, you don't want to know, ok?" she broke from my grasp. I wasn't holding her very 
hard anyway, and she just continued to put on her uniform, like I hadn't said anything.

"Hey, do you want to win or not?" I asked her. That stopped her dead in her tracks, 
holding her skirt. 

"You know I want to win," she said, as though I had suggested she wanted another 
interplanetary war.

"Then what the hell? Why aren't we doing whatever it is you two were talking about? If 
it gives us a chance to win, why not?" I was willing to do just about anything to beat 
Claire at her own game. As long as I wasn't taking a million tentacles or a dick the size 
that Claire's was supposed to be, I was in.

"Look, I know that I've been pushing you, getting you to do some stuff that's maybe not 
your thing. And that was fine because it was all in the name of beating Claire, right? I 
mean it wasn't a big stretch, you liked being a futa, being watched, being with me, and 
everything else. But this is above and beyond anything I've talked to you about before. 
Like, really out there and fucked up kind of thing, okay?" she wasn't putting on any kind 
of act now, I could tell that she was being sincere. 

"Hey, I want to win just as bad as you do," I looked her in the eye, meeting her steely 
glare.

"Do you? Really?" she looked at me, knowing something I didn't know. She had this 
look on her face that said I didn't want to continue this. But I had to now. I was way too 
interested.

"How about you just tell me? I don't have all night, we have to be onstage in like forty 
minutes," I said, checking the wall clock. 

"You really want to know? Ok," she said, checking around. She leaned over and 
whispered the craziest thing that I had ever heard of. It was even crazier than tentacle 
monsters, or gigantic penises, or furries or catgirls or lactating lolis. This wasn't just 
some small crazy thing, this was super fucking freaky, the kind of thing that you couldn't 
see in a freak show. It was then that I figured out that we had to do it. It was so fucking 
nuts that it had to work.

"You…you two did that? Last year?" I said, flabbergasted. It wasn't even that I didn't 
want to do it, it was that I didn't even think about something like that. Of course I never 
thought about being a lactating loli either. But this was…beyond. I mean I could 
understand furries or even people into huge tits or dicks. I never even considered that 
people could get off on this.

"Yeah, it was, well it was Nicole's thing. I mean, she was really into it, and it only made 
sense with a loli. I mean a fully-grown woman couldn't really do it. Well I mean they 
kinda could but it would be tough as hell. Plus we were able to keep building it up, and it 
didn't even really look like anything had changed, until we did it. The nanobots were 
magic like that," she was looking at me like she was sizing me up or something.

"So it's like, escalation, or something?" I thought aloud. I didn't really understand things 
that well, but I hadn't seen a play since college. And this wasn't a play. It was more like a 
play-fight. A talent show but with acting and sex thrown into it...why did they wait until 
now to do it?

"Yeah, kind of. The way we did it, we kept building up our routine, until by the end, and 
we could do that. Claire and Lindsay were doing the same act the whole time, and it 
almost hurt them. I bet those two got the rules changed just for them," she said sourly. I 
kinda liked how they changed the rules, but I wasn't gonna say THAT in front of her, not 
now.

"Well then let's play by the rules," I looked at her, trying to sound as determined as I 
was. "I'm game if you are."

"I could only give you the lines once or twice, we might have to ad lib," she said, like she 
was half-heartedly trying to convince me otherwise.

"I told you," I grinned slyly, elevating my open hand. "Put me in coach, I'm ready to 
play."

"Come on, let's go see a cat about an operation," instead of a high five, she grabbed my 
hand and yanked rudely. She was so full of energy and strength considering she was a 
girl two thirds my size, or at least she was by night. 

"Hey, take it easy!" I said, moving to keep up with her so she didn't pull my arm out of 
my socket. We made it to the hallway quickly enough, and were almost at the door to the 
main part of the club. 

"We're gonna have to talk through a lot of this, it won't be that easy," she admitted, 
opening the door. The crowd had a livelihood to it. The dance floor was abandoned again, 
and the bar was swamped with torrid action. I honestly didn't think that I needed another 
drink. I was beat and a half. But then again it couldn't hurt…maybe after we see 
Liz…and go over the scene…after some consideration I figured I did want that drink 
after all…if I could fit it in me.

*

"Okay Julie, this is gonna feel kind of…weird," Elizabeth said, she seemed a little 
hesitant to do this. Or maybe she was still tired, she had been exhausted not that long ago.

"Doesn't it always?" I asked, sitting naked in the medical chair used for these 
transformations. It was an odd feeling no matter how many times I had done it, but it had 
grown almost…erotic. The feeling of my clit growing, filling with blood like a water 
balloon, my breasts starting to fill up with sloshing milk, even the feeling of shrinking 
seemed titillating to me now. 

But this feeling was definitely weird. It was like, I don't know, my stomach was really 
empty or something. But that wasn't it. It was, I don't know, just weird. Whatever, I felt 
different, so that must be what it is.

"Okay Julie, you're all set," she said, opening the sheet that divided the rooms, hiding me 
in the other area of the room.

"Thanks," I said, standing up. It was kind of weird, but maybe I was just focusing too 
much on it. It wouldn't be there for too long anyway, and whatever strangeness it was 
worth it. Besides, Liz would tell me if something was wrong. 

"Good to go?" Anne asked, seemingly more confident than ever. I guess she really 
figured we had to do this, but did we really have to do this? Or were we just going over 
the top? 

"Yeah," I said, looking at her. She had grown smaller, or shrank smaller…she was 
smaller now. She looked like she was eight, and had dropped three, maybe four inches. 
She was still as adorable as ever, maybe even more so.

"Ok you two, break a leg out there," Liz said enthusiastically, giving a big cat girl smile.

"You coming?" I didn't want her to miss the act. She was one of my closest friends here, 
and one of a few that I had slept with. I guess in a way she had always helped facilitate 
me being here, and enjoying my time here to the fullest. 

"I have to mind the store until they start the next round. Probably would still be napping 
if you hadn't gotten me up. But don't worry, I wouldn't miss the finale for the worlds," 
she said, yawning again. 

"Get yourself another cup of coffee," Anne noted with an almost grandmotherly tone. 
She changed it like a light switch, sounding completely childish as she said, "Let's go 
sis!"

"Right behind you," I answered, following her out back. It's hard to explain the feeling I 
had really, from the change back in the transformation room. It was like when I'm 
lactating and there's no more milk, like there's something that's supposed to be there that 
just isn't. Not yet at least. 

"We still need a bed or something," she observed, as though I was going to have some 
kind of answer to it. What am I gonna do, pull a bed out of my ass?

"Do we really need one?" I asked, trying to avoid having to solve it.

"It's not something you're going to want to do on top of a desk," she noted. It did make 
sense, after all. Having sex on a desk, or in the chair, was a pain really. If it weren't for 
the whole schoolgirl motif I wouldn't even want to use one. 

"Wait," I stopped, as the hamster wheel in my head started running. "What about Emily 
and Bill? Or Zakuto and Amy? They had beds!"

"They did!" she said, looking around the bar.

"I don't see them," I put my hand over my eyes for emphasis. It wouldn't matter that 
much, I'm just not high enough to see much, and neither is Anne.

Anne went to the bar and found an empty stool. I ran over to help her hop up it and look 
around. "Nothin'" she announced.

"Fuck, is there someone we can ask?" I asked, looking around. 

"I'm sure there's someone, but we don't know who that someone is," she said. Well duh 
Anne. I looked to my side, sitting next to me was a normal enough looking black guy, 
sipping on a hard drink.

"Well Julie, it's been a long while since your first night, when I was holding your almost 
crying body," he said. I looked at him, a bit confusingly. "I'm glad to see that you didn't 
let one bad experience ruin this place for you. It's a lot of fun here," he said, sipping on 
his drink.

"Sue? Is that you?" I asked, finally putting the two and two together.

"Yeah, nice that you remember me," s/he said. 

"Sorry I didn't recognize you at first," I kind of felt awkward right then.

"It's okay. I look different anyway," Sue chuckled, motioning for another drink. "Funny 
thing about the place. You get around to do what you want to do. Sometimes I just feel 
like just being an average looking guy, and slipping into the back of the crowd. Doesn't 
seem like that's quite you though, is it?"

"No," I said, realizing that I had changed since I came in here. Instead of what I normally 
was, a wallflower, or just a face in a crowd, I had come to the forefront. "I guess it's just 
what I wanted to do."

"So long as you're having fun, then everything is A-OK. My comm line said that Zakuto 
and Amy already had their bed towed away, from what I've heard. Bill and Amy are 
getting their bed towed out soon, from what I've heard. The loading dock is backstage, in 
the hallway behind the stage. If you can't get their bed, then I hope you can disassemble 
one from the back rooms and drag it to the stage in time," Sue said, smiling as she started 
in on her new drink.

"Thanks, I owe you one," I said, to a man named Sue. 

"Let's get going," Anne said. She bolted towards the hallway leading to the stage. I 
stopped myself for a moment and went to the bar. I didn't even have to ask for a 'Sex on 
the Beach' before it was in my hand, and then made it in the direction Anne had. I 
probably could use a couple, but I needed something to take the edge off. Why in the hell 
did I ever agree to do this?

I hurried backstage to the loading bay as quickly as I could, making sure not to spill a 
drop. The uniform wasn't exactly made for athletics anyway, or at least that's what I told 
myself. Once I made it backstage, a stagehand pointed me to the loading dock. It wasn't 
much really, just a double set of doors and enough room to back a truck into it. Just 
outside of the doors was Anne, standing in the middle of an argument between the big 
bad wolf Bill and little red riding hood Emily.

"Hey don't give me shit, I was the one who said we should dismantle it!" Bill shouted at 
her. 

"Yeah and you were also the idiot who said that it wouldn't be a problem to move either. 
For every rare time you're right, there's another hundred times that you're wrong!" she 
spat back at him.

"Oh yeah, and god forbid you lift a fucking finger and help do anything to help. Real 
mature, it's not my fault this piece of shit weighs almost two hundred pounds!" he kicked 
the bed, hopping on one foot after incurring the pain of kicking apparently two hundred 
pounds of solid plastic. 

It was then I finally looked at it. The hard plastic frame of the bed had been cracked. The 
front two legs were broken completely off, so the bed was tipped. It was leaning forward, 
with the two front legs broken off, and it looked almost too perfect for what we would 
need it for. By leaning our feet forward, it would give everyone a great view of what was 
going to happen.

"I thought you were supposed to be some kind of man. Turns out you're just a weak little 
bitch! My fourteen year old brother could lift that!" she was really being a bitch, 
emasculating him like that in front of us. Not that he was playing nice either.

"Maybe I should have asked him to come and help me on the act. He wouldn't have 
fucked everything and I'd still be up there and I wouldn't have to worry about moving it 
now! And if I did have to move it at least he'd fucking help!" Bill shot back. He was 
being just as bitchy as she was.

"Hey," I stepped in between the two, half expecting to have my head chewed off.

"What the fuck," Emily barked at me, then stopped. "What do you want?" she asked in a 
much calmer voice. Well not all that much calmer, it was like she was fighting to tolerate 
me more than anything. 

"Hey, can we borrow your bed tonight?" I asked, looking at it. I didn't know who's bed it 
was and I was hoping to avoid whatever anger I could. 

"I know this sounds pretty obvious, but…it's broken," Bill said, explaining it the same 
way you might explain that grass is green. At least he seemed to be able to control his 
anger better than her.

"Thanks to him," she added. I could see the anger boiling under her face as she tried to 
endure me and Anne there.

"Right, but that's perfect," I said, leaning down to look at the bed. The legs had broken 
off right at the top of the leg, almost at the exact part on both sides. "You see that Anne?"

"Yeah, that'd be exactly what we'd need for this. It's like it was made for us," she 
squatted down, leaving more than a foot of her pigtails on the asphalt.

"Hey, you want to use it, it's yours," Bill said, waving his hands as if he were giving up 
on it. "It's nothing but a hunk of junk now.

"How did it break?" Anne asked. Why did she ask that? What possible good could come 
of that?

"Butterfingers here couldn't lift it," Emily was being a ball buster. 

"Oh yeah, it was my butterfingers. Not the fact that my back went out, because I'm the 
only one doing anything. No I'm just a stupid weakling and I can't lift shit, that's what it 
has to be. Because Miss Bitch right here couldn't be bothered to even lend the smallest 
hand," he said sarcastically. These two miserable SOBs seemed too perfect for one 
another.

"Fuck it. Whatever, I'm going inside," Emily said, shaking her head. "Good luck with 
this pile of shit!" she stormed back into the club. I wondered if she was talking about the 
bed, or Bill.

"Sorry about her," Bill said as soon as she left. "She's a handful."

"Well, you might have set her off, maybe," I said, trying to be as diplomatic as possible. I 
watched a half dozen stagehands walk into the back alley and start smoking tobacco and 
marijuana cigarettes. I moved to the other side of Bill to avoid the smoke. I always hated 
smoke.

"Yeah, I know. But she just pushes my buttons, it's so fucking hard sometimes. It's like I 
just want to make her be the way she was when we first met. She just gets under my skin 
like that. But I am sorry, I hate fighting like that in public, especially at the club. I do 
look like a petty little bitch a lot of the time. She just makes me do it," he said, leaning 
against the wall. It was somewhat comical seeing a wolfman being so calm, collected, 
and self-reflexive.

"You ok?" I asked, noticing for the first time him let his guard down. He was massaging 
his back, and he looked in a good amount of pain. But he was probably hiding it from 
Emily.

"Yeah, I'll be alright. I'm going to go and see Billie or Elizabeth, whoever is around. I 
just have a bad back, and I never got the nanobots treatment for it. Kind of funny like 
that, but the nanos here are all temporary, so I have to go see a real doc, well I mean a 
doc outside of here. Anyway, the bed is yours, but I'm afraid that I can't help you get it 
back in there," he sighed. "Got a spare smoke?" he asked one of the stagehands. One 
particularly large one handed him one and a lighter before going back to their 
conversation. As he lit up, I backed up. 

"What about you guys?" I asked, trying to push out my boobs and look all polite and 
sweet. With six of them together smoking, they were a rather intimidating bunch. Not a 
group I'd be asking for help in a back alley on most nights.

"They don't do that, it's not a part of their job," Bill said, coughing on the smoke. I could 
tell it was marijuana just from the smell. 

"Wolfboy there is right, sorry toots," one of them said, as they returned to a conversation 
about the basketball game.

"Come on, what about for me?" Anne asked, fluttering her eyelashes and looking so 
adorably cute. She even leaned forward, and since she had regressed her age another 
couple of years, the top of her uniform nearly fell off, exposing her not so eight year old 
breasts.

"Sorry there, little grandma, but we're here for the backstage stuff, not loading and 
unloading trucks and goods. We weren't contracted for that," another stagehand said. 

"Mother fucking cock sucking piece of shit, how the fuck do you expect me to lift an 
entire fucking bed you lazy union mafia bastards?" Anne dropped the polite little girl 
angle quickly, and rather comically, at least to me.

"Hey look, maybe your buddy the tentacle thing can pick it up, or something. I don't 
know. It's not my problem," said a stagehand, unimpressed with Anne's show.

"Cock sucker…" Anne walked over to the plastic bed and kicked it, making a 
considerably quieter thud than Bill had.

"Hey, do you have any money?" I asked, thinking aloud

"Yeah, a little. You need another drink?" she asked, looking at the empty glass in my 
hand.

"No, just, give it here, all of it," I said, putting my hand out. She reached into her pocket 
and grabbed two hundred and eight bucks. I reached into mine and I had sixty-four.

"Okay gentlemen, I've got two hundred and…seventy two bucks, to whoever is gonna 
move this bed in. This is a new contract and I don't care if it's a team or a single guy, 
whoever gets that bed in that room is getting cash money, no strings attached, all under 
the table," I announced. The six of them looked at each other and shrugged, flicking their 
butts on the asphalt. They moved quickly towards the bed, with one of them grabbing the 
money from my hand. "That's right, just move it backstage and don't break it anymore!" 
I ordered.

"Wow, that's like the perfect bed we would need for this," Anne commented. "Good 
idea."

"Yeah, well union members are all alike. Just offer them more money and they'll do just 
about whatever you ask," I smiled, I had more than one union member in my family. "We 
have to get going though, we don't have much time left.

We hurried backstage, it didn't take very long. With only ten minutes left until the show, 
we were kinda pushing it, but it didn't matter that much. Claire and Lindsay were on first, 
even if we missed their whole act we would still be fine. I'm sure those drama queens 
would spend an hour up there. It's not like the first round, where it was timed. They can 
be up there as long as they have to be. And I'm sure they're going to be up there forever.

It was strange backstage. It had been hustling and bustling before, with so many people 
doing so many different things. Some were being social, while others were practicing 
lines or checking on props, or just talking to their partners. But there were other people 
there, who were just doing something. Now it was just me and Anne backstage for the 
performers. The stage director was still mincing about, and the stagehands were all 
looking busy. But it still felt like a ghost town back there.

"It looks like you two managed to make it after all. Too bad, I guess the fans really are 
pedophiles after all," Lindsay said from behind. I turned around and, I don't know how to 
explain how huge her breasts were. I couldn't even see her face but I would recognize 
that voice anywhere.

"Look, just give it a rest, ok? This is it, this is the Superbowl. So I get it, you're doing 
your whole thing. Just give it a rest," I didn't want to hear it right now.

"Oh, giving up already?" she said mockingly.

"In a pig's eye," Anne shot back. God Anne, don't run your mouth or anything. "If 
anything I bet that you're feeling a bit nervous now."

"Nervous? Hardly. I was just wondering who you slept with to get this far? But then I 
figured out who it was," she chuckled. It looked lie she moved her hand to her face to 
cover her laughter, but again with her breasts so huge I couldn't see.

"Oh, and who did I sleep with?" Anne asked, rolling her eyes. Why did she even bother?

"Well that should be obvious. The audience votes on it, so you must have slept with all of 
them," Claire chuckled, in that fake kind of put on laughter. "No wonder you are a kid, 
your snatch must be big enough to ride a train out of!"

"Funny coming from you," I said, deciding to jump in there. But seriously, from what 
I've heard you could house a family of four in her uterus.

"You know what? This is exactly what I wanted to be honest. A grudge rematch from last 
year. It's a shame though, at least Nicole was half an actress, unlike you," she said, 
bumping me with the side of her tit. 

"Bitch you're lucky that you have tits, or else you wouldn't be shit. Stop all this lame as 
fuck mind games and get your ugly ass up there on stage. I'm sick of your shit," I 
bounced her tit back, I could see she was obviously top heavy and she started to loose 
balance.

"Lindsay, come on now, that's enough," Claire said, coming in from behind to catch her. 
"We're almost on."

"I'll see you later little girls, from the winner's circle," she said with a shit eating grin. I 
closed my eyes and took a deep breath and just let them head up on stage. 

"Don't worry about her," Anne said, trying to reassure me.

"Worry about her? Fuck it, I don't care about them. We can't do a thing to screw up their 
show, and they can't do a thing to screw up ours. We're going to win, and that's that," I 
said, nodding my head in the mock determination of an athlete. Anne just nodded in 
agreement. 

"Almost time," she said, looking at the clock. 

"What the heck is she doing here?" I asked, to no one in particular. I pointed at the little 
minx elf Lin as she moved quickly up backstage. She was still wearing a terrycloth robe 
as she seemed to sneak up. Of course I expect she probably went back and found 
somewhere to screw the hell out of Dan, probably needed a hell of a shower. To be 
covered in so much cum, fake or not or whatever it was, still confused the hell outta me. 
But then again her hair seemed bone dry, so maybe she just lost her clothes? She did 
shoot her bra and panties out into the crowd.

"Hey Lin," I said, startling her.

"Oh, uh, hey Julie," she said, peering out onstage. What was she looking for? Lord knows 
she would have heard the Impresario if things had started back up. There weren't a lot of 
other men so in love with their voices…wait what was I saying? All men are in love with 
their voices.

"What's up?" I asked suspiciously, raising an eyebrow.

"Huh? Nothing," she said, checking the clock. The performance should be starting now. 
Was she trying to watch it backstage? I would have figured it would be nicer to see it 
from the audience, the jumbotron had a bigger view, and the house sound picked 
everything up. 

"So…what are you up to back here then?" Anne asked.

"Oh, yeah…I just wanted to wish you guys luh, I mean break a leg, and all that," she 
said, peering out towards the stage. I looked out there and saw the Impresario starting to 
walk out there. "See ya later!" she said, bolting out towards the stage as the outer curtains 
lifted. 

The Impresario apparently didn't notice her coming. He began his regular speech, as 
though there wasn't anything going on.

"Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, boys and girls of all ages, creatures of all shapes 
and sizes, we welcome you to the final 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," he was stopped short in the middle of his well prepared speech. Lin 
had moved with the speed and grace of a gazelle onstage. She had dropped the robe, 
which the audience hooted and hollered for. More importantly, she had hijacked the 
microphone from the Impresario's hand. I was kinda surprised they bothered using one, 
there were easier and better ways of capturing sound. But that's the theater for you I 
guess. 

"Ladies and gentlemen," Lin attempted to mimic the Impresario's bombastic voice into 
the mic. "We welcome you to the final round of the Club Vanilla talent show. 
Unfortunately, instead of having the best performers up onstage you have picked two 
other couples. Everyone boned up real hard for this, so make sure you cheer!" she 
shouted into the mic. 

"Oh yeah, and if you were dumb and forgot, you get to choose who wins, so cheer real 
loud! I guess you forgot it when I was up onstage, but I think I know where your hands 
were," she overdid the wink to the audience for dramatic effect. The crowd ate that up.

"Now be sure to cheer real loud for the next act, big ole ass and titties! WHEEEE!" she 
shouted, tossing the mic up in the air as she completed her streak, running backstage past 
me and Anne.

"Well that was…expected," I admitted. Figured she had to steal the show, or at least try 
to. 

"Oh well, no big loss. I wonder how well he's dealing with it," I said, looking at the 
flustered Impresario up onstage. 
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"Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, I apologize for the sudden impromptu theatrics. 
This is indeed the final round of the Club Vanilla Second Annual Talent Show. We have 
been waiting for this since the start of the night, the best of the best in a head to head 
competition. As with the previous round, you will choose the sole act that will be 
declared the winner. So please be sure to voice who you think should win. Our first 
couple of the final round is Claire and Lindsay, their performance is entitled, 'Size 
Queens,'" said the impresario before taking a bow and walking off stage. 

Lindsay was sitting there onstage at the same large, old desk. The room hadn't changed 
much. The walls seemed even more dilapidated. The paint was worse, peeling and 
stretching onto the floor. The shards of glass from the window were all gone, and the 
entire thing boarded up. There didn't seem to be any artificial light coming in from the 
window either. There seemed to be more dirt and dust, and the lighting was lowered, 
even for the monologue.

There wasn't a diary for her to write on now, not that her old desk could support it. Of 
course it wasn't the desk, that hadn't changed. It was what was on it. In a word, tits. And 
I don't mean that she had a normal, or even humanly possible set of breasts on the desk.

Her boobs were bigger than I could start to describe. She hadn't even bothered to wear 
anything. I don't know what the hell could fit on it. It was like someone took two large 
trash bags and filled them up with air, and put them on her chest as tits. I'm talking about 
the size of a huge exercise ball for basketball players, and that doesn't even compare. I'm 
at a loss for words. Her tits went out of her chest like three feet, and then hung there 
inhumanly. They didn't sag naturally, they just shot out like missiles. And they didn't end 
until they were at her belly button, about two feet down. Not sagging two feet, shooting 
out two feet, and reaching down two feet on top of it. Not to mention they are easily two 
feet across. So two feet by two feet by three feet, PER BOOB! Did I explain that well 
enough? It's something that's so incredible you have to see it to believe it. Even then I 
didn't believe it all.

You know what the weird thing was? They were actually kind of hot. I mean they were 
unnaturally gigantic, but they were still a nice set of breasts. They had a natural skin color 
to them, large and a little pale. I would have expected huge blue veins or something, but 
they were immaculate. There wasn't a single spot on them, they were both perfect, like 
something a computer would make. They started out small, like where normally large 
breasts would, but then seemed to balloon out and expand like bread rising, overflowing. 
From my angle it looked like it started around six inches across and swelled out to like 
two feet! The nipples were humongous too, giant perfect pink circles, each the size of a 
dinner plate, or larger even. The already hard nubbles peaked outward, each looking the 
size of short but thick pink cocks, minus the head. Everything on her tits were magnified 
but kept in proportion.

And cue the prerecorded voice over. 

"It took us six months, and four different doctors, but we finally found someone who 
could figure out what was happening to us. A specialist in endocrinology, he had to come 
to the house to find out just what was going on. Somehow we were both going through 
puberty every month. Not just a normal monthly cycle of growing a little bit, but each 
month we were starting a new one. So instead of just growing a little bit, like a normal 
person would during puberty, we both had growth spurts like people go through tissues. 
What was worse is that the sex helped trigger it.

"But while I was going through normal girl puberty each month, my beautiful size queen 
was going through a male puberty. The doctor was surprised, to say the least, when he 
showed up and saw me. He said it was a 'medical marvel' that my heart hadn't given out, 
with the size of my breasts. When he weighed me, I was shocked that I weighed over six 
hundred pounds!" Lindsay hefted, or tried to heave her jugs for emphasis. They were so 
big they went right off the edge of the desk and hung over.

"After a month of research, he was able to figure out what the problem was. But more 
importantly, he was able to find the cure! But I wasn't sure what he meant at first, would 
I just stop growing? Or would I go back to where I was? He said it would reverse some of 
what happened, but how much? I was in love with my beautiful size queen, but could I 
still be with her? Not could I live with her, I love and always want to be with her. But I 
mean, could I still service her, accept her inside my body anymore? She's grown so large, 
if I shrank to normal I could never be taken by her again. I guess we'll figure out after 
tomorrow. But I'm scared that I might lose the most important thing that I've ever had."

"Hon? Are you up?" Claire's voice asked from offstage. 

"Yeah, I'm in here at my desk," Lindsay said, with a smile as the house lights turned up. 
They were still darker than before, because it was night I guess.

"What are you doing up so late? You know you're supposed to take it easy, tomorrow 
we're going to see the doctor," Lindsay said as she stepped onstage. She was walking 
there normally. She had a normal flannel shirt on, and the same farmer's jeans. She didn't 
even have a bump in her jeans. I expected her to walk around with a tree trunk between 
her legs from what everyone was telling me. 

"Nothing, just, thinking," she said, looking over to Lindsay as she walked over.

"About what?" Claire asked, walking near her and putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Oh, uh, nothing," she lied badly.

"Come on, what is it?" Claire sounded so warm and nice. So unlike the stuck up bitch I 
knew she was. 

"It's, just about tomorrow," she said hesitantly.

"Yeah, I know what you mean, I never liked dealing with doctors either. But we have to 
do it, it's going to be for the best," Claire said understandingly.

"No, it's not that," Lindsay sighed deeply.

"What do you mean?" Claire asked like she didn't have any clue. 

"I, I'm just worried that, that we might not be able to be, together, after tomorrow," 
Lindsay ducked her head into her massive cleavage, hiding it completely between the 
folds of breast flesh. It reminded me of an old kitten of mine that would hide in my shoes.

"What do you mean? I love you. I'm never going to leave you. And I know that you love 
me too," Claire sounded so calm and peaceful when she talked, like she was the nicest 
person in the world. God, I could barely stand it. Just get on with the fucking already.

"I do love you," Lindsay said, lifting her head half out of her breasts. Too bad she didn't 
like having a giant ass, now that would have been funny! 

"So what's the problem?" Claire asked.

"I, I'm just afraid is all. If I go back to…normal," she sighed, very theatrically I might 
add, "I could never be with you."

"Of course you could be with me, I fell in love with you the way you were, not the way 
you are. Whether you have a delicious flat chest or these whoppers, I love you for," 
Claire said, nice and calmly like a perfect romance. Well a romance that talked about 
gigantic breast enhancement. I might watch that one.

"No you don't get it!" Lindsay shouted. She had quite a bit of trouble standing up and 
walking to the front side of the stage, facing the audience while her back was aimed at 
Claire.

"Don't get what?" she asked calmly, walking up behind Lindsay. Duh, I wonder what it 
is…

"If I go back to normal, you'll never be able to fuck me again," she said, bursting out in 
faux tears. The crying was decent, nothing like Anne's, and way overdone for the theater. 
But I guess that's what one does.

"Lindsay, I never fell in love with you because of the sex," she said, hugging her from 
behind. "I love you because of you."

"But, but what if we can't ever have sex again?" Lindsay asked, sounding unsure of 
herself. Ok she pulled that line off pretty well. 

"Then every morning I'll wake up, sharing my bed with the love of my life, with no 
regrets," Claire said, turning Lindsay around. She nearly knocked herself down with 
however heavy those tits of her were. I knew from experience they were able to move 
people. 

"If, if I can't make love to you ever again," Lindsay said, hugging Claire between her 
gargantuan breasts, "I want to make sure that I have the best sex of my life with you, 
here, tonight."

"Well what else could I say to my beautiful size queen?" Claire smiled, kissing her on the 
lips. She had to stand half to the side to get between those breasts. Speaking of them, she 
took a step back and lowered her face, sucking on the pink nipple of one of them the way 
that someone might suck on a penis. Loud and sloppy, with strands of saliva covering the 
gigantic nipple. Hard didn't begin to describe how erect they looked. The cameraman 
from above showed the view of her looking into Lindsay's eyes while she suckled on 
them, it was freaking hot.

Lindsay pointed at the desk, and Claire obliged her by sitting on. I watched Lindsay lean 
down, her mammoth mammaries resting on her knees as she rubbed the outer cloth of the 
farmer's jeans. I could see a growing bulge in the denim. At first it was just a small lump, 
barely noticeable except that the cameraman was focused on it. It didn't look much 
different from a normal guy's cock after a night of making out. Nice, but nothing exotic.

But then it grew. It grew fast too. Larger and larger, in half a minute it grew to the size of 
a foot long hot dog. The outline of the cock formed along the denim, I could watch it 
creep up the fabric. Then I heard a rip. The cock was growing so large against the denim 
that it was actually starting to tear the jeans themselves. I watched as I saw the threads 
begin to fray. Claire's cock seemed to throb with her heartbeat, pulsing larger and larger 
every other second. I looked down at the jeans, and her cock had burst a hole in the 
middle of the tight denim, the freed red cock head poking through. 

"Is it hot in here, or is it just you?" Claire asked, as though the line were original. I 
wanted to roll my eyes right out of their socket at that tired line. Lindsay continued to rub 
her hands around the ever-growing bulge. I watched more and more cock meat push out, 
pressing up tight against the denim it didn't seem to have anywhere else to go. More and 
more strands of denim frayed, tearing apart like in a movie. Then with one loud rip sound 
the tear ran from the top of Claire's breasts down to the crotch of her jeans, freeing her 
still growing cock. The two of them tore the rest of the jeans off. They must be made of 
some fake stuff. Real denim didn't shred up that easily. I mean, her cock couldn't have 
grown so hard to rip it, right?

Lindsay put her tiny mouth on the tip of the cock, her lips barely able to take it the 
softball sized head. Claire's cock was big, about half the size of a baseball bat and 
thicker, and it was still growing. Her balls were growing as well underneath her. It 
seemed with each passing second they were growing larger and larger, no doubt filling 
with a big splashy cum shot. Lindsay's mouth struggled to keep up with it. I watched 
with rapt anticipation as it grew bigger. First it was four inches across, and as it grew to 
six, Lindsay's mouth was stretching inhumanly wide each time to accept it. 

Lindsay's hands reached down to massage Claire's balls. They each looked like two large 
and fleshy coconuts. They were completely hairless, and the way she fondled them it was 
like testing melons at the grocery store. They were literally the size of my head, it was 
that amazing.

The cock was growing longer and thicker, and I was amazed that Lindsay could keep up. 
Her throat seemed to stretch out as the massive organ grew inside of her. It looked like 
something on the internet, the way it ballooned up. I thought six inches across was huge, 
now it was easily eight. But not eight inches long, eight inches across. The frigging thing 
was like four feet long AND GROWING! Then something hit me.

I had to blink as I watched Lindsay's mouth pop out Claire's cock. The huge and pink 
circumcised head of the thing was bigger than her own head! Lindsay had to stand up, the 
four-foot cock was so big she couldn't kneel down anymore. Even standing up she had to 
bend it forward or else it would go over her head. What was so fascination was how she 
went back and opened her mouth. It looked like a snake unhinging its jaws, but her lips 
stretched out inhumanly large. Somehow she managed to take the cock, bigger than her 
own head, into her mouth. It just seemed to make room for it like stuffing something big 
into a sock.

"ETTH THHOO BGHH!" Lindsay said, or tried to say. She had so much cock filling her 
mouth it was unbelievable. I hadn't even seen Lin take that much tentacle dick inside of 
her before. The head of the cock was like a foot wide! Lindsay was having trouble 
keeping the head inside of her, glistening drops of saliva spurted out on all sides, and 
with some help from the house system it filled the room with a wet and sloshing sound of 
sex. Claire's balls had grown to the size of basketballs, and were bouncing up and down 
with Lindsay's oral manipulations.

I watched Lindsay's head go flying back on her ass like she was jarred from a punch to 
the face. Looking for what happened, I saw quickly what it was. Claire's cum shot was so 
powerful it had thrown the girl clean off of her. Thick ropes of jizz shot out of her cock, 
stronger and thicker than a garden hose. Lindsay wasn't slowed down for long, with cum 
drooling out her mouth she quickly returned her face right next to Claire's cock, rubbing 
her gigantic breasts up and down the shaft to milk out the cum. The incredible organ face 
painted her with enough jizz to challenge Dan. Not just her face, but naturally her 
colossal tits were smeared with the thick white stuff. It was so strong I could smell it even 
backstage, and it did not smell nearly as nice as my cinnamon cum.

"That's new," Lindsay said between pants, picking up Claire's testes like she was 
examining dodge balls in gym class. As Claire stood up, I got to get a real look at the size 
of her dick. She displayed it proudly to the audience, getting a cheer. The cock was 
almost indescribable. It was at least six feet long! It hung over Claire's head by at least 
two feet! Not only that, but the whole thing was bigger than her. It was taller than her and 
it was a foot wide easily. Smeared with her cum and Lindsay's spit it shone under the 
spotlights. 

"I noticed them last week, they seemed to grow bigger and bigger with each time I 
masturbated," Claire said proudly. Oh wow lady, you got balls, big deal.

"How did you hide them from me?" Lindsay asked. Claire helped her get to her feet, and 
sat Lindsay on the desk. Claire's tongue, now longer than usual, slurped cum greedily off 
of Claire's breasts. It was a hell of a sight to behold, four inches of tongue licking up 
quarts of cum off of impossibly huge breasts. Long and broad strokes of her tongue 
scooped up as much as she could, pausing to show the audience before she drew it into 
her mouth. She would then open her mouth and show them the accumulated cum in her 
mouth. As much as I didn't want to enjoy it, it was more than entertaining. It was erotic.

Lindsay joined in, her hands, small by comparison, scooped up the white stuff from her 
face and breasts and poured it into her mouth. She too showed the gobs of cum sitting on 
her tongue.

"No playing with your food," Claire said with her own mouth full of cum, leaning over to 
kiss her on the lips. When they moved their heads back, neither had a drop of semen in 
their mouths. 

Lindsay sat back on the desk, and showed herself to the audience. With the size of her 
tits, it had been almost impossible to see her snatch. Not that she was hiding it with 
clothes or anything. Looking down on it, I as amazed as anyone at the size of it. No, it 
wasn't big, it was the opposite, the smallest looking pussy I had ever seen. Not just small 
for a grown up, but it was like a baby's sized vag. Then I looked at the six foot long, foot 
wide cock. 

I watched with a mixture of horror and anticipation, just to see how this would happen. 
This wasn't just a huge insertion. This was the hugest of insertions into the smallest of 
places. It didn't look like someone could put their finger inside of Claire, let alone the 
biggest cock, possibly ever. She would probably put elephants to shame by a large 
margin. 

"Oh my size queen, do, do you think they'll get…bigger?" Lindsay asked naively, as she 
pointed towards Claire's testicles, still hung like basketballs.

"If you have anything to say about it, I'm sure that they will," Claire said, grasping a 
breast with both hands as she suckled on the giant hard pink nipple. 

"Oh, don't make me wait!" Lindsay pouted, her open legs quivering on the end of the 
desk. Don't be too much of a slut there Lindsay. Oops, too late.

"As you wish my size queen," Claire smiled, lowering her back to lower her cock. I know 
it's hard to point my dick forward, I would have guessed it impossible for that tree 
between her legs. 

The camera was zoomed in right at Lindsay's petite pink pussy. Claire's cock encroached 
up her leg, looking like a giant fleshy torpedo. It was almost ridiculous looking, and I 
knew that it was going to be worth to watch.

Lindsay moaned sensually at the top of her lungs, much nicer than Lin's shrieks of 
pleasure, as Claire's cock pummeled it's way into her pussy. It wasn't even that it was 
just a big thing into a small hole. Her pussy lips looked like they were elastic bands ready 
to snap, stretching beyond all measure. With just the humongous head of the cock inside 
her, the bump just above her sex was unmistakable. It stretched her skin so perfectly I 
could even make out the line separating the head of her cock from the top of the shaft. Of 
course considering it added about five inches to her waist, there wasn't much of a 
surprise there. 

Lindsay leaned back on the desk, her giant breasts flopping on either side of her body. 
She grabbed the breasts, her arms seemed longer to be able to clutch onto the nipples, 
tweaking the hard nubs between her fingers. As she continued to play with her tits, she 
just said one word, in a throaty and sensual voice. "More!"

Claire seemed more than happy to oblige, working the cock inside of Lindsay. It looked 
like she was forcing a watermelon through a garden hose. She crammed more and more 
of the meaty pole between her legs. Her body seemed to grow and swell without pause, 
taking her in as though it was natural. The cock outline in her body moved with her, 
slowly rising higher on her stomach. I could see even the smallest of motions, magnified 
against Lindsay's skin, pulled taut against the inhumanly sized intruder. Not that Lindsay 
seemed to mind in the least bit, her groans only encouraged Claire for more.

The skin rose higher up until it reached her ribcage. I thought surely that she couldn't do 
that, but I should have known better than that at Club Vanilla. Claire's cock pushed on 
through the ribcage, right in between Lindsay's titanic tits. They looked like they were 
made of gelatin as they simply made way. The only way that I could see any of the cock 
was because her impossibly giant breasts were pushed to either side of her, and a good 
angle by the cameraman. 

Lindsay groaned. I watched her eyes roll into the back of her head in pleasure. Or at least 
I hoped it was pleasure and not pain from being stuff with so much cock. Now I 
understood why they needed to have a registered nurse here all the time. She had four 
feet of cock inside of her, and there was still two more feet to go. Where the hell was it 
going to go? 

I shouldn't have bothered to ask, because I found out quickly enough. Claire's thrusts, 
which had previously been slower and kinder, worked to a more feverous pitch. She 
seemed stuck in place at first, and I wondered just what she was going to do. 

I watched Lindsay arch her back and lean her head backwards, as I saw something at first 
I thought it was nothing but her tongue, but then as I examined it further, I saw what it 
truly was. Claire's cock was so big that the head had penetrated her fully and gone right 
through her body, and was pushing out of her mouth! I had never seen anything like this 
before. I watched, as my mind filled with a dichotomy of lust and revulsion at the scene 
before me. Lindsay's head seemed to snap backwards as the red and fleshy 
uncircumcised head of Claire's cock popped out, impaling the girl, quite literally. 

Claire leaned over and put her arms around the girl. Then she picked her up, but not with 
her hands. She was lifting the girl entirely with her cock, and it was unbelievable. I 
couldn't even think the logic behind it making sense, with six feet of cock impaling her I 
wasn't reasoning much at the time. I was more concerned with what was going to 
happen, and how this was all going to play out. It was almost too much. Lindsay was 
squirming, her feet nearly kicking Claire's now watermelon sized testicles, which hung 
all the way to the floor. They were so heavy looking, I could only imagine how big the 
cum shot was going to be.

Lindsay's breasts bounced up and down, one riding on either side of Claire's neck and 
down her back, as Claire continued to fuck her. I don't mean make love, or thrust into 
her. She was being thoroughly fucked, like it was a dirty porno. Her body was like one 
huge pocket pussy to Claire, as she was filled up beyond anything humanly possible. It 
was so incredible to see the tightness. It was like Claire had managed to wrap Lindsay 
around her cock. Claire looked over to the audience, and let her hands go of Lindsay, 
showing the audience just what was holding her up. It was amazing. I was at a loss for 
words. She continued to thrust her hips forward and back, letting Lindsay ride her like a 
rag doll. Not even a rag doll, like a fuck toy. 

Then I watched with disbelief as Lindsay's body shook and convulsed like she was 
having a seizure. I watched her eyes, leaning back towards the audience. She looked 
enraptured with pleasure, and I could only imagine that her orgasm was cumming. Claire 
thrust her hips backwards, withdrawing over a foot until the tip of the cock was just 
pointing outside of her mouth. I watched with some concern as I saw froth coming out of 
Lindsay's mouth. 

Then I figured out what it was. Claire had fucked Lindsay so hard that her body; now 
spasming and contracting against her, had made her cum. And now the frothy fluid 
coming out of Lindsay's mouth was nothing more than cum. And by cum, I mean gallons 
of it. It poured through her mouth, like some kind of fountain of jizz. Claire continued to 
fuck her, it was unreal. It wasn't like a normal ejaculation. It was a constant and steady 
outpour of what seemed like never ending cum. More and more cum rained down on 
them, covering Lindsay and Claire, and forming a huge white spot between them. It was 
like they were taking a shower in cum, everything was covered in it, even more than Dan. 
It didn't stop anywhere, running down the nape of their necks onto their backs, it covered 
their breasts, all of their bodies, especially their faces, both of which were covered with 
unmistakable looks of pure pleasure. The desk, the stage, everything was white washed.

After more cum than I could even comprehend, Claire's cock finally began to shrink 
down. Lindsay's head just snapped back on right, as though nothing had ever happened. 
It looked like a plastic toy, just snap the head back on and everything was back to normal. 

Claire didn't even pull it out of Lindsay. It simply shrank. It deflated, and Claire's body 
slowly returned to normal. The balls too, all of it shriveled up. Smaller and smaller until 
it popped out of Lindsay, with a quiet sound. She almost fell into Claire as she was let 
down on her own feet. The cum dripped out of her pussy, as it returned to a childlike and 
tiny state. Claire's cock meanwhile wilted all the way back into a clit, a small little nub 
barely noticeable just above her pussy.

"If I never make love to you again," Lindsay said clearly, I would have expected that her 
voice would be hoarse or at least a little scratchy, "Then I think I can be happy with 
tonight."

"I'll be happy with any night, just as long as I get to spend it with you, my beautiful size 
queen," Claire said, kissing her on the forehead. It would have seemed more 
heartwarming if they weren't so covered in cum. 

"Me too," Lindsay smiled. "Me too."

The lights dimmed, and the curtains drew as the Impresario walked onstage. 

"Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, creatures of all shapes and sizes, what do you 
think? Does 'Size Queens' win the second annual Club Vanilla Talent Show?" The 
Impresario asked. There was no need to buy time for the stagehands, as the crowd was 
giving them a standing ovation. I was starting to get nervous as to how in the hell we 
would beat them, to be honest. 

"All too easy," Lindsay grinned, grabbing her back. "Let's see the babies beat THAT!"

"Don't be so sure. I wouldn't count Anne out. Good or bad, it'll be amusing, if nothing 
else," Claire said. What a bitch, she couldn't even acknowledge that I was with her. Like 
it's just Anne by herself crawling up…bitch.

"Yeah, it'll be worth a laugh. I can't wait to see them crash and burn," Lindsay said with 
a smile, as she slipped on a cum slick.

"You sure you're ok?" Claire asked, catching stretching herself out to catch Lindsay.

"Oh I'm fine. I'd do that every night and twice-on Sunday if I could. How about you?" 
She asked, like the absurd sex between them was some kind of work out.

"I'm thirsty as hell. But other than that, I'm good. Just happy that it's all done with, you 
know?" She asked, wiping some cum off of her body.

"Yeah, well it won't be much longer," Lindsay noted, standing herself straight. 

"I know what you mean. I just don't want to wait while all of this stuff to dries all over 
me," Claire sighed. "Let's go and at least get a robe or something."

"I don't think a robe is going to do much for me," Lindsay laughed at her own enormous 
proportions. Claire joined in as they walked offstage. I stepped back, making sure that I 
wouldn't get any of their cum over my uniform as they walked past. Bitches.

"Holy shit," I said, not really to anyone. 

"They put on quite a show," Anne begrudgingly noted.

"How…" I quieted my voice and leaned into Anne's ear, "How the fuck are we gonna 
beat that? They weren't just good, they were fucking fantastic!"

"Hey, calm down. Just because someone does a good job before you doesn't mean that 
you can't do a better job," Anne said, grabbing my hand. 

"This…we haven't even practiced this!" I said, glancing out to the stage. 

"Calm the fuck down. Chill out, relax, take it easy," Anne said. It would have been easier 
if she weren't squeezing the hell out of my fingers.

"Ok, ok!" I said, pulling my hand free.

"This is part of their stupid head game. Don't let them win. If you go out there thinking 
that you're going to fail, then you're right, you'll fail. You gotta go out there to win." 
Anne stopped for a moment and looked at me. "What if you lose? Nothing happens. 
Nothing. Claire doesn't give a fuck about whether you win or not. It's all the same in the 
end for you. You weren't humiliated like I was, and if you lose, then there's no change, 
no problems. Don't go out there thinking that there's something important on the line. 
Just go out there, do your thing, don't try to reinvent Shakespeare, and have fun. No 
regrets, right?" 

"Yeah." I took a deep breath. "No regrets."

"Now let's go and win ourselves a big ass trophy!" She said, punching me in the arm.

"Bitch!" I said, rubbing my arm. For such a small girl she always amazed me with her 
strength. Even more so now that she was even smaller than usual.

The stagehands were having a hell of a time cleaning up the mess. There was so much 
cum, it would have been easier to just put buckets on the edge of the stage and just brush 
it over there, but obviously with the crowd they couldn't do it. Still mopping didn't seem 
to be doing an adequate job of it, and most of them were shoveling it into large waste 
buckets. I found it amusing that there was a biohazard sign on the bucket. I always 
wondered what those were for. "Warning, huge bucket of cum" probably wouldn't be 
nearly as good of a warning.

I just hoped the audience had a good amount of time to calm down themselves. Following 
a great act was tough, but being the last act was a strategic advantage. Anne was right, 
there was nothing to do but go out there and do our best. 

When they finally cleaned all of the cum off the floor, and moved the desk off, it came 
time to set up our own scene. I found it amusing watching the large plastic frame of the 
bed be moved over, knowing that it would be just perfect. Now we just had to be perfect.

"Ok, you still in it to win it?" Anne asked, with an unmistakable determination.

"You know it," I smiled.

"Oh, and don't forget the line, just like I told you," she said. I nodded. Honestly I doubted 
that anyone was going to get a reference from a movie made over five centuries ago. I 
know they made a remake a couple decades ago, but still. Whatever, I tried to calm 
myself as I walked back up on stage. I could hear the loud and bombastic voice of the 
Impresario. What else would he say?
56
"Our final couple of the final round is Anne and Julie, their performance is entitled, 
'Schoolgirl Sisters,'" said the Impresario before taking a bow and walking off stage. 

The curtains seemed to take forever to open. My heart was racing as I lied on the bed. It 
didn't even really feel like a bed with the incline. It was more like lying down on a tipped 
armchair. It was then I started to wonder just how nasty this bed was…

Ok, action time. I grabbed the pad and continued to fiddle with it. Anne had drawn 
another cute little doodle of a futa schoolgirl, with the motivational message 'Win or lose, 
it was really fun doing this with you.' That actually meant a lot to me. I still don't know 
when she had the time to draw them.

I watched from my peripheral vision as Anne came in, humming another schoolyard 
song, this time "The Itsy Bitsy Spider". She was too cute, especially now that she was a 
year or two younger. Her body barely fit into the uniform, the white blouse fit her too 
loosely, and the light blue skirt just barely hugged her hips. Even the knee socks looked 
more like pantyhose. They rode all the way up past her skirt. She had put double pink 
ribbons in her hair, tied up in pigtails that dragged on the floor. She skipped around the 
bed a couple of times before I finally opened my mouth. That much was planned out. 

"Okay squirt, give it a rest," I said, more exasperated than angry. I rested my face in my 
palm for emphasis.

"Oh sorry sis. Are you still working on homework?" she asked, leaning in to let her hair, 
tied up in pigtails, drop almost half a foot on the floor.

"Actually, I'm done," I said, tossing the pad to the side of the stage. I didn't want to give 
someone in the audience a souvenir. I wanted to keep the pad as a memento. But it wasn't 
going to do a lot of good for the rest of the performance. 

"Goody! That means we can be together!" she said, jumping onto the bed. I worried as I 
heard the plastic buckle, concerned that it would break. How big of a disaster would that 
be? Still, not as embarrassing as Anne last year.

"Hey, cool your jets," I inched away from her, trying to remember the gist of what I was 
supposed to be doing.

"What's the matter? She asked, leaning right onto my navy blue skirt. Thank god I hadn't 
worn the tie or she might have choked me. This is why we had to rehearse. No reason to 
focus on it now though. I just tugged the skirt from under her and kept going on with the 
show.

"Nothing squirt, I'm just not in the mood is all," I said, looking away from her.

"What? Why not? Is it your time-a the month? It's ok sis, you can still, y'know, do me," 
Anne was doing a good job on her end. I couldn't let her down.

"No, it's not just that, I just, I don't know. I feel kind of weird, you know, doing it with 
you," I said with a long theatrical sigh.

"What do you mean sis? We're just stepsisters, it's not like it's incest. We both got 
different mommies and daddies. And I totally want it! What's there to worry about?" she 
asked naively. 

"I, I just want to be a mom sometime. To actually have a kid of my own. But I'm worried 
that if we are together then I'm never gonna have a kid like that. That I'm never gonna be 
with someone who can be the dad. I like having sex with you kiddo. But you're not a 
futanari like me. You can't give me what I want, a baby in my belly," I said, trying to 
pull it off with as much emotion and acting talent that I had. 

"Buh, but, that's not fair!" Anne was pulling this off flawlessly, the look in her face of 
utter confusion and of bewilderment. 

"I know it's not fair sis, but it's true," I said, trying to convey the gravity of the situation.

"I, I think I understand what you mean." She pouted, turning her body away from me.

"It's nothing that's your fault," I said, putting my hand on her shoulder. I tried to sound 
as sympathetic and as matter of factly as I could. 

"C, can we just, do it, one more time?" she asked timidly, looking at me slightly.

"Oh geez, I don't know, I mean it starts with one time here and there, and before long it's 
not over," I looked into her eyes, god they were so much bigger than they used to be. 
Like a cartoon character or something. "Ok, squirt, we can do it."

"Oh boy!" she said, literally jumping into my skirt. The feeling of her long and curly hair 
brushing up against my thighs was ticklish, but I managed to keep a straight face. People 
wanted to see me moan, not laugh.

"Whoa, whoa, take it easy there kiddo," I said, picking her up. She weighed a ton. Of 
course with my little girl arms there wasn't a lot of surprise why. 

"What?" she asked, cocking her head cutely. She looked like she was pouting almost 
from not jumping on my junk. Bit by bit Anne.

"Let's get you a bit more comfy, shall we?" I asked, unbuttoning her cute blouse. With 
her face towards me I dropped the garment, exposing her bare back to the audience. They 
were hooting and hollering for more, and I wasn't the type to disappoint. 

Anne stood above me and began to shimmy the skirt off of her hips, exposing those 
creamy white lolita legs that everyone lusted over. Her panties with the kitty on it were 
absolutely soaked. I didn't know if it was just anticipation or if she really liked Claire and 
Lindsay's performance or not. It didn't matter, I slowly peeled off the slimy panties, 
pulling them down Anne's legs for emphasis. She lifted her feet in turn to free the 
garment. I put them to my face and sniffed the pungent peppermint perfume of her pussy. 
The crowd ate that up too, or maybe it was Anne leaning over to give it a lick, 
incidentally exposing her delicious white little virgin bum to the audience.

"Just a taste isn't enough, come on down here," I said, waiting for her to turn around. It 
was tricky on the bed, and I didn't want her to hurt herself. But she picked it up quickly 
enough, and soon I had her sitting right on my face.

With the way the bed was tilted, my face was just peeking above Anne's butt, giving the 
audience a great view of my face buried between her legs. I could hear the audience 
whoop it up as I licked the lusty liquid off of Anne's legs. She was ten kinds of wet. 
Beads of juice dribbled out of her like she was already cumming. Her peppermint pussy 
taste pervaded powerfully through my palate. I licked the perfectly formed lips, watching 
her body quiver in anticipation. It was amazing to watch her effuse such juice from her 
honey pot. It was like a damn with a hole in it, slowly dribbling spurts out, but I knew 
there was a wall of cum behind it. 

Goddamned Anne had turned me into a pedophile. Despite having cum twice in only a 
few hours, both of my cocks were achingly hard in my skirt. I could only imagine the tent 
I was pitching. With the bed leaning forward, Anne's face was right in my lap. 
Thankfully she finally did something, and lifted up my skirt to wrap either of her hands 
around them. How can I describe what it feels like, to have either of my cocks in the 
hands of an eight-year-old girl? It felt like I had the two biggest cocks in the world, like I 
was everything that was man, err, futanari.

Of course I had changed things up this time. Now my top cock was fatter and longer, 
while my bottom cock was just a bit longer, to make it easier to squeeze into Anne's tight 
ass. But it didn't matter too much since both were achingly hard and right next to her hot 
and steamy mouth. I jumped as I felt Anne's lips slobber onto the larger one, slurping on 
the head of the cock. The audience loved it as I forced about half of my cock down 
Anne's throat in this steamy sixty-nine.

I pushed my tongue out towards her clit. Tiny as she was, her clit was easy to find. She 
was so strongly flavored it was like sucking on a candy cane. Anne had begun to grind 
her body all over my face, smearing me with her juices. I didn't exactly like it, but the 
audience was whooping it up at my face, shining in the reflection of stage lights. 

Figuring one good turn deserved another, I began to thrust my cock down her throat. I 
was starting to go nuts. I just wanted some relief. Anne seemed to catch my drift as she 
really started to milk my cocks, alternating stroking them. One up while the other went 
down, the heads of both inside of her mouth. Her tongue was everywhere at once, licking 
the sides of the heads, circling the outline, lapping up the precum from the heads of my 
cocks. Anne was a master at fellation. 

Anne's pussy squirted, hitting me in the eyes with powerfully propelled peppermint 
pussy juice. Not just a little bit either, she was gushing buckets of her honey all over my 
face. It literally arched in the air before smacking me in the face. I couldn't smell or taste 
anything other than peppermint, but I made sure to take and slurp down as much of the 
strongly flavored juice as I could as noisily as possible. I could see her body open up and 
watch cum pour out, as if it were slow motion. 

I bucked my hips, trying desperately to match her money shot. She was teasing me, 
unlike me, who was trying to get her off. I looked up at the audience for the first time 
really. I don't think that it was just her oral stimulation anymore. I realized what I was 
doing in public, that everyone was watching me, naked, onstage.

That was too much. I came just about as hard as I had ever cum in my life. I filled Anne's 
mouth with cum with the first blast from both of my cocks. It felt weird, they both 
seemed to pulse and contract in rhythm, each one blasting a thick and gooey wad of thick 
white jizz with each passing second. Anne pulled her face back, her hands till furiously 
pumping my shaft. I could feel the cum leaving my cock, but none of it was dropping 
back down. Anne's face was being plastered in cum, and I wasn't exactly cumming a 
little bit either. I don't think I ever came that much, and while it wasn't nearly as much as 
Claire or Dan had, it literally covered Anne's face and near flat breasts with my white 
cum.

I could have lied down for hours, the bed was comfortable, if not clean. But I knew that I 
had to get myself back up to finish the scene. Have to beat Claire. 

"Get up, lazy bones," I said, nudging Anne.

"Don't wanna move," she said, nuzzling her face against my cocks. I could feel the sticky 
stuff rubbing against them, already starting to get them going again.

"Come on, we're not nearly done," I said, smacking her butt. It was harder and louder 
than I thought it would be, but I did owe her for hitting me before. 

"Fi-ine, I'm getting up," she said. While she got up and showed off all of my cum on her 
face, I took the time to quickly unbutton my blouse and unfasten my uniform. Shortcuts 
are important. 

"I didn't just want a taste of your little kitty," I said, looking as lecherously as I could, "I 
want the whole thing."

"Aww, the whole thing?" she asked, hiding her slit in mock modesty. 

"And your tight little bum." I licked my lips and raised my eyebrows for effect. 

"AND my bum too?" she pouted again, looking ever so cute.

"You were the one who wanted it so badly," I said, pulling off my blouse. "Besides, 
you're gonna love it."

"I know, but every time I walk funny all the next day," she said, putting her lip out.

"Oh don't worry, tomorrow's Sunday and you don't have anything to do anyway. And 
I'll even let you wet your appetite first," I said, opening my bra.

Her eyes widened looking at my uncovered breasts. She jumped down onto me. her head 
rested right on my chest as she took the nipple into her mouth. She looked just like a baby 
sucking on a pacifier, or drinking from a bottle. Her mouth was sucking up long rapid 
streams of the milk streaming out of my mouth. Her other hand reached over and grasped 
onto the other breast, squeezing it hard and pouring the dairy drink up into the air before 
raining back down on us. She was being rougher than I thought she would after we talked 
about it, but it was fine enough for me... my breasts had felt overfilled with the milk, and 
I was aching for a little relief.

My breasts weren't the only things getting some attention. I'm sure it was entirely 
intentional, but Anne's soaked snatch snuggled up against my cocks. I could feel the heat 
pouring off of her and onto me. She was soaked, and lubing up my cocks with her own 
love honey. That and her mouth were enough to get me going, and my cocks were 
already aching once again.

I didn't have to even tell Anne, thank goodness. It was so much easier to actually perform 
something, instead of coming up with lines out of nowhere. This wasn't gymnastics or 
dance, it was sex. She stood up and slowly began to squat. I watched with rapt 
anticipation as she lowered herself onto me. First I felt the tight anal portal, fighting 
against my cock for even the smallest of slack. Her knees spread and she was able to 
lower herself onto me. First the tight puckered anus started to ease, taking me in easier 
than I thought it would. Next I felt her tease the tip of my cock with the wet heat coming 
from her sex, god I just wanted to slam into her right then and there. But not yet, there 
would be a time for that. 

I finally felt the moist opening wrap around the head of my cock, like a taut velvety 
smooth orifice. She was even tighter than usual, if you could believe me. And she was 
certainly taking her time, riding me in her cowgirl position she was in control. Even as 
my hips involuntarily tried to buck up towards her, she could always pull back. 

"…the audience is getting bored…" I whispered as quietly as I could, mouthed it really. 

Anne didn't need much more encouragement, she slammed her body down onto mine. It 
surprised me, I was immediately concerned for her safety. But then I felt a warm and wet 
sensation around my cock. One look at Anne and I realized that I had broken her hymen 
again, and had brought her to another mini orgasm. 

I didn't take it too easy on her, and she didn't seem to mind. It felt like I only had an inch 
of slack in either her snug snatch or even tighter ass. I grabbed onto both of her butt 
cheeks, neither of which filled my palm, and used it to propel her. With the bed tilted 
towards the audience, they could see my cocks disappearing and reappearing inside of 
her.

The feeling was fucking fantastic. I looked at the audience and it was the biggest turn on. 
every inch of my body was tingling with delight. The room was all focused on my cocks 
buried deep in Anne's body, my throaty and pornographic groans, the loud and wet 
slurping sound of my cocks, and my breasts, both overflowing and leaking milk onto us.

I moved my butt up a little on the bed and bounced Anne up and down on top of me. This 
wasn't the time for kind, polite, or romantic sex. This was time for dirty, rough, porn sex. 
I mean deep double penetration, ass smacking, hard fucking. Anne loved it, her high-
pitched voice filled the room, as she talked dirty.

"Oh, oh fuck me. harder sis, fuck me harder. Oh god your cock is filling up my eight-
year-old bum! Your giant cock is filling my little pussy. Don't stop sis, fill me up all the 
way, I want to feel your burning hot cum deep inside of me. It feels so good! I don't want 
you to stop. Pound it into me, you have the biggest cocks I've ever seen, and you know 
exactly what to do to get me off. Oh god, your milk is so tasty, I could drink your milk 
and cum all day long! Fuck me sis!" she cried out. God it was so cliché but it was driving 
me harder than I could begin to explain.

I grabbed her ass hard, leaving imprints of my fingers as I picked her up. Only the head 
of my cocks were buried inside of her. I held her there for a moment, showing the 
audience the glistening juices coated along my cocks, before I slammed her down on my 
cocks. Just as soon as she landed, I lifted her again, and slammed back down on her. I 
was coming almost all the way out of her and then slamming it all the way back into her. 
Anne arched her back to milk every inch of my cocks, so hard and thick inside of her 
tightness. Even with how wet she was, it felt like Anne was trying to keep me out, which 
only made the feelings all that much more incredible. I knew I was close, and I think 
Anne did too.

"Oh fuck me harder sis, I want you cum in me. I want your spermies deep in me, I want 
to feel the hot load all the way inside of me. Don't slow down, I want to feel you, I want 
you to CUM IN ME!" she shrieked aloud. That was all I needed as I felt both cocks 
explode in a flood of torrential cum, filling Anne up like a balloon. Thrust after thrust my 
mind was ablaze with incredible pleasure as I shot my load. It didn't feel like there was 
anywhere for it to go, but I didn't care. Anne continued to bounce up and down, moaning 
with each movement, with each thick ropey shot of jizz cumming out of both of my 
cocks. My mind was in such pleasure it was an agony. Every inch of my being was 
consumed with a mind shattering orgasm that tore me from head to toe. 

With my last bit of energy I spurted the final drop of cum inside of Anne. I nearly 
collapsed on the bed, out of pure exhaustion. It barely registered to me that Anne had 
gotten up off of my cock. As I looked at her, I had only a chance to blink as she stood 
over my head.

And then she masturbated herself. Not just slowly, or kindly, she was frigging herself like 
there was no tomorrow. She must not have cum. I was going to reach up to get it, but 
before I could I watched it happen with glee. Her body writhed and convulsed atop me, 
her knees buckling and almost giving out, as she lowered down. She sprayed me once 
again, this time a mix of her peppermint flavored pussy juice, and my own cinnamon 
sticky bun flavored cum. All of it poured onto my face, much to he audience's approval. 
It was a strange mix, and all I had the energy to do was open wide and slurp as much as I 
could in my mouth. Anne was a good aim, and most of it either went into my mouth or 
covered my face.

Ok, show time. Anne stepped off of me and looked down onto my crotch. My cocks, now 
limp, were there, but that's not what she was interested in.

"Sis, you say that you want a baby in your belly?" she asked kindly and sweetly.

"Well yeah, but you can't give me the baby I want," I said, trying to sound as oblivious to 
what was going to happen as I could.

"I guess you're right, I can't make you pregnant. But what about this?" she asked, 
reaching her hand into my otherwise ignored cunny. With the size of her hand, it was just 
like taking in a big cock. But she wasn't done with that, not by a long shot. She pushed in 
another hand, and started to spread me like a thanksgiving turkey. I grunted as I felt her 
stick her head in there. It should hurt, my mind told me it should hurt, but it didn't. in 
fact, it felt good. Not just like, someone giving you a massage good, this felt like being 
fucked with a huge cock and feeling it stretch you to the limits good. But my body was so 
exhausted, and I was so confused I couldn't really understand everything. I knew Anne 
was going to do this, but I never expected it to be this hot. 

Anne's head disappeared inside of me, and I felt another stretch as her shoulders were 
soon to follow. Kicking her feet on the bed frame, she pushed inch after inch of her body 
up into my uterus. I thought fucking Anne was tight. It was like giving birth in reverse, 
Anne called it unbirth. My stomach grew and ballooned out, it looked like I was going to 
give birth to a fucking car. But more and more of Anne disappeared into me. I don't 
know how to explain how strange it was to watch someone crawl inside of you. It's hot 
and sexy, but strange and stretching at the same time.

With a final push, Anne's legs made their way into me. All that was left was for her to 
pull her long pigtails into me, which she did roughly. Then she was all the way unbirthed 
into me. it was so strange, she was kicking and turning inside of my stomach that was 
ballooned out like a compact car. 

The audience seemed to hold their collective breathes with Anne inside of me. I know it 
sounds so wrong to say this, but it was so hot too. My pussy was soaked, especially with 
all the action I was feeling on the inside. My cocks were as hard as they could possibly 
be, aching and dripping with precum. My nipples too were aching, leaking milk to either 
side of my body, just visible to the audience. 

Anne was turning around for the big finale. Thank goodness she seemed to shrink inside 
of me. I don't think even with the nanobots I could have let her turn around inside of me 
the way she was. Now I know what Lindsay felt, being so fulfilled. Then she paused and 
waited. I didn't know what to do, what to expect. She was just supposed to do it when it 
was her time. Then I felt something inside of me. It was like, kicking, but more 
concentrated. More like someone poking me from the inside. Was Anne was poking me, 
and why? 

The stupid line!

"Say hello, to my little friend!" I screamed. I felt Anne burst through me, coming out like 
a rocket. She shot out of me face first, pigtails and all dragging on their way out. Then 
she reached her hands out, kicking me right in the inside of the gut to get the leeway. 
With her hands on either side of my legs she was able to pull herself out and landed on 
her knees with her arms stretched out, her body now regressed to the age of a five year 
old. Covered in juice and goo, she wasn't all that pretty, but it was still one hell of a 
show. That's why they wiped kids off before handing them to their parent. She yanked 
the rest of the pigtails out of me, it was painful, but I didn't care. 

It was way too much for me to deal with and I came instantly. From the moment that her 
head peeked out of my pussy, I was rocking. The birthgasm was incredible. It was the 
strongest orgasm I've ever felt. My cocks both ejaculated ten feet into the air, my heart 
seemed to stop with each strong contraction. It felt like I was going to lose consciousness, 
my mind was so rocked. My pussy convulsed and clamped around Anne as she left, 
contracting in rhythm with my cocks. I knew I was gushing loads of juice, everything that 
has lubricated Anne's path out of me was cumming out with her, in strong steady 
streams. Even my breasts were shooting milk straight up, the thick white liquid rained 
down on us. It was the hardest I've ever felt, one long and continuous orgasm that filled 
every inch of my body with unimaginable pleasure. It wasn't just that I was cumming 
from my cocks and my pussy AND my tits, it was that they were all cumming in 
harmony. And the triple-decker orgasm was mind shattering. After so many orgasms in 
so many ways, I was physically and emotionally drained. 

As I rode the final waves of the tsunami of my orgasm, I looked out into the audience, 
and watched the amazing standing ovation. One wave of pleasure and I saw Liz, who had 
managed to get into the front row and she was screaming her head off and jumping up 
and down. Another pang of pleasure as I saw Allen twins next to her, who were a bit 
more relaxed in their standing o. One more contraction of cumming and I saw Dan and 
Lin were in the far back, he was clapping a thousand tentacles together, and even Lin 
seemed to shriek with approval. I felt my body shake as I turned to see Anne's friends 
Leslie and Jerry, the nagas, who were in the aisle doing a dignified but enthusiastic 
handclap. My eyes almost rolled into the back of my head as I saw the wolfman Bill howl 
with approval. I had almost lost consciousness when I saw the doms and subs Renee, 
Amanda, and Raymond were all whooping it up. As I rolled over in my last wave of 
indescribable pleasure I turned to my side to see Claire and Lindsay, and even they were 
clapping. I leaned back and tried beyond all measure to maintain consciousness as my 
body, exhausted, collapsed on the bed.

"See sis? We can do that all the time!" Anne said, wringing some of the…whatever fluids 
they were out of her hair. Up close it looked pretty gross really. She poked me hard in the 
stomach, especially sore after where she had been. "Sis?"

Oh fuck, I still had to do this? Ok, ok focus Julie, focus. Lights, camera, action!

"That was amazing lil squirt, I still can't believe you did that. Maybe we can work 
something out. But you look even smaller than you did last time," I said, putting my hand 
a foot higher than she was, and lowering it to where her head was now.

"I guess so," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

"I guess you'll do better at school, you could pass for the first grade now," I said with a 
weary laugh.

"Well…that just means I'm gonna be tighter right?" Anne smiled.

"You hussy, always out for more," I said with a smile, rubbing her wet and matted hair. 

The curtains thankfully drew and I could collapse on the bed.

"Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, creatures of all shapes and sizes, what do you 
think? Does 'Schoolgirl Sisters' win the second annual Club Vanilla Talent Show?" The 
Impresario asked. The stagehands moved around us, looking impatiently as we didn't 
move.

"Move the bed with us on it," I directed, not ready to move. They just picked it up and 
started to haul it. "STOP!" I shouted, I didn't mean it literally.

"They get off there lady, this thing is heavy," one of them said, and we obliged.

"You did good, girl," Anne said, her naked body hugging me and covering me with a 
slimy mess of whatever gunk she was covered in. It was thicker and…never mind, I don't 
even want to dwell on it. It was gross and I was covered in more bodily fluids than I 
cared to remember.

"You weren't too bad out there either," I grinned. 

"Okay okay, listen up ladies!" the stage director said, once again very effeminately. 
"Little girls, stand over here, and you big, erm, size queens, stand over here. They're 
going to announce who won the sho-ow!"

A stagehand passed me a clean robe. I gladly put it on. It was strange, but now that the 
show was over I didn't want to be seen so naked, I was hoping for some semblance of 
decency. I barely had the chance to get it tied up before the curtains were pulled open 
again, and it was back to business. I put on the biggest fake smile I could.

"Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, girls and boys of all ages, we would like to thank 
you for taking your evening to enjoy our show. There has been a lot to see, and a lot of 
action, but thanks to your cheering, we have been able to determine the winner. Before 
we announce which couple has won, how about another round for both couples, they 
have been fantastic!" the Impresario said, I wanted to throttle him and steal the envelope. 
Then say my name no matter what it said. No wait, I should say it was them if it was 
them…no I shouldn't. If you're not cheating, you're not trying. All we could do was bow 
gracefully and await the final verdict.

"Now, Claire and Lindsay," the Impresario said, my heart dropped about a foot in my 
chest, my face become overcome with an expression of surrender and failure. They had 
won. They had been better than us. Their whole giant size act thing was more appealing. 
Everyone had cheered louder for them, and it was easier to remember. We lost, that 
sucked, but at least we got as far as we did. There's nothing wrong with losing when you 
try your best, and I just had to give it up to them, you got beat. 

"Your act 'Size Queens'" he continued. No fuck what I said, there is something wrong 
with trying your best and losing. It meant that your best wasn't good enough, and that 
sucked. Being forced to stand up here as a loser just plain sucked and I wanted it to be 
over. God just say it already, I just want to go home. I'll shower when I get there, and the 
twelve pack of wine coolers sitting in my fridge. "Has won second place!"

Ok good, great, perfect, they…Wait, what did he say?

"Which means that Anne and Julie's 'Schoolgirl Sisters' has won! Congratulations Julie 
Jones and Anne May, you have won!" he announced bombastically. We won? We 
fucking won? We won! We fucking won!

The light shone on us brightly, enough to almost blind me. The crowd's roaring applause 
was deafening, I was totally exhausted and confused. I wanted to cry, honestly. But then I 
saw two big ass trophies coming our way and I almost tripped over myself running to it. 
Anne and I must have looked like kids at Christmas morning. They were giant, and 
awesome. Both trophies were bigger than Anne. I grabbed mine and lifted it over my 
head like the Stanley Cup for all to see. I had mother fucking won!

"Girls, would you like to say anything to the crowd that has just awarded you champions 
of the Club Vanilla second annual Talent Show?" The impresario held the microphone in 
front of our faces.

"Thanks," Anne smiled, trying to lift the trophy as I had. "Thanks to a crowd that gave 
me a shot at redemption, after last year. That's all I got."

"And you Julie, what about you?" he asked, putting the microphone in front of my lips. I 
opted to copy my father's beloved sports icons.

"I just want to thank god, you know, for putting us here, and giving us the chance to do 
this. He didn't make us win but he gave us the possibility to work to our best and achieve 
what the best that we could. I want to thank all of the people who work here and do a 
great job providing everything that we would need to make a night like this happen. I 
want to thank my teammate, without whom none of this would be possible, and finally I 
just want to thank the crowd. Anything is possible!" I yelled into the mic, garnering a ton 
of cheers.

*

Drunk didn't begin to describe how I was feeling. I couldn't even walk straight. Thank 
god the trophy was strong as all hell. Hard as my fucking cocks! HAH! It'd hafta be to 
hold me up.

After we won it was a quickie shower then everyone wanted to buy me a drink. And what 
was I g'nna say, no? Hells no I was gonna drink! Ev'ryone else got a chance when I was 
up winnin' the whole fuckin thing! S'now was Julie's turn to drink.

S'ok, no driving for me. S'cool, just get a cab, and get my car t'morrow. They called me 
one, so I was just waiting outside by the doorman, doorwoman, door person, whatever 
pair'a pants sh-he wants to wear, Sue. She had handed me a marijuana cigarette, dunno 
why I kept smoking it. I hated smoking. Smoke too. But it didn't stop me either.

"Hey Julie, you sure you're gonna make it home ok?" Anne asked, pulling up to me.

"Yeah, hey, lemme ask you somefin," I leaned into her passenger window. "Iz your name 
really Anne May?"

"Yes," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Anne May? Annie May? You're Loli Annie May. Loli fucking Annie May! Loli anime! 
That's fucking hilarious," I said, loudly guffawing in my drunken stupor.

"I know, I know," she shook her head.

"Hey, I jus wanted to say, I dunno if I'd ever do dis again, but I had a good time wif you, 
and I jes, thanks, and stuff. It was fun, and jes, thanks," I said, nodding the whole time, 
bobbing my head up and down.

"No problem. How about I give you a call in a couple days, and we can hang out, huh? 
Got another little league game comin up," she said with a smile. Was so hard t'remember 
that this grandmother was the same widdle girl I was bouncing up and down my dicks a 
few ago. It was easier to think of them as sep'rate people but they weren't.

"Yeah, hey one more," I insisted.

"What is it Julie?" she asked, pretty calm after how much of a pain I was probably being 
to her.

"What happened las year? That was so embarassin?" I asked, resting on her car window.

"Last year we did the same thing, unbirth. But when we did it, well, I got stuck," she said, 
kind of ashamed I guess.

"Stuck?" I said, swaying from side to side.

"Yeah stuck. My head got stuck inside of Nicole. Literally. I couldn't do anything either, 
I was stuck up there onstage with my head stuck in her twat. It was about as embarrassing 
as you can imagine," she looked back at the trophy, "But it doesn't matter now that I got 
this."

"Ok, well you take it easy, I'm gonna wait for my cab," I said, pointing.

"Ok Julie, talk to you later," she said, slowly accelerating away.

"Buh bye," I said, waving. I burst into laughter, imagining Anne's head stuck up 
someone's snatch and she couldn't get out. It was so fucking funny that it was 
unbelievable. I mean a head inside of a pussy and y'can't get it out? What the fuck did 
she do t'get it out?

"Congratulations," I heard the calm and collected voice of Claire say behind me.

"Huwha?" I said, shaking myself.

"Congratulations, you two did a hell of a job out there. If anyone deserved to win, it was 
you," she said, offering her hand.

"What do mean, you wanted me to lose!" I shouted, more than a little loud.

"Why do you say that?" she asked, all like, confused and shit.

"Y'just like, had Lindsay like, be all a bitch," bein drunk made making an argument hard.

"Well Lindsay isn't my personal servant. And if memory serves Anne was being a bit of 
a bitch herself, she takes competitiveness to another level too," Claire said calmly. 

"Oh yeah, and you had to be all cool and stuff and you didn't even like say 'Oh hey 
there's Julie from work' or nuffin!" I said, well kind of yelled really.

"Well you didn't come up to me and talk either," she pointed out. Bitch had to prove me 
wrong didn't she? "I tried to be relaxed about it, because that's my way. I'm not the type 
to get up and yell like Lindsay is, I don't know that I have to explain myself for that."

"Oh come on, you think that you're like, the top dog of the whole fucking building. And 
oh poor little Julie never gets laid. So y'just tell me to go to this club to fuck with me. But 
who's laughing now bitch?" I asked, grabbing my trophy, I nearly fell twice trying to lift 
it before putting it in front of me and leaning down on it. I tried to make it look natural.

"Is, is that what you think?" Claire asked, scratching her head, givin me a what the fuck 
look.

"Oh come on, it's true, admit it. Don't be that way for ten goddamned seconds and just 
admit it!" I continued to bug her. Sue walked over between us and tried to get in the way. 
I guess I was making a bit of a scene.

"It's alright Sue. Look, I didn't think I was better than you. I had heard you say more 
than one time that you had boring weekends. And here I was, having a good time at the 
club. So I went and arranged for you to be accepted in the club, and then offered you an 
invitation. I didn't want to fuck with you at all, I thought this place might be just what 
you could use, a chance to get out during the weekends and have a bit of fun," she said, 
as the valet guy drove up.

"Oh c'mon you 'aspect me to believe that?" I slurred, trying to pick a fight with her. 
"You thought you were so cool and that you were so much better than me!"

"I didn't think I was better than you, I thought I was having a good time. You seem to 
think that. I didn't do anything to you Julie, don't forget that," she said, opening her door. 
"No I take it back, I did do something, something for you. I gave you the chance to come 
in and be a part of the club. I gave you a chance to come in, and beat me. You feel 
inadequate anymore? You feel like the woman who stayed at home watching TV on a 
Friday night anymore? Or do you feel like you're a winner, that you're better than the 
playa, that bitch Claire from work? You beat me Julie. Congratulations. Next time, don't 
get so drunk."

I didn't have a chance to reply to that before she sped off. I had a moment of clarity in 
my otherwise drunken haze. Was it all in my head? She didn't actually say anything to 
me that was rude. And she had personally put my name in to join the club. Was I just 
wrong the whole time? 

I sighed as I leaned onto the cup I won. It seemed to be more important now. I hadn't 
beat Claire. She was right. I beat myself and my own feelings of inadequacy. Shit, I have 
to talk to her sometime and fix this. But it's not something I could do at work. It had to be 
something to happen at the club. 

I waited for what seemed like forever until the cab finally showed up. As I loaded the 
trophy in back I couldn't help but think about Loli Annie May's head stuck up Nicole's 
snatch. It was hilarious enough to keep me laughing until I was halfway home.


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