Futanari Notebook Ch. 14

"I... I suppose so."

"Good luck."

"Wait! Uh, how... how did you know?" Zoey asked.

"Know what?"

"About my... never mind. Thanks."

Carmen walked around a corner and leaned against the school fence. The outside air reeked of car fumes or other students perfumes, yet she inhaled deeply to soothe her anxious heart. She was glad it didn't take much to get Zoey to open up, though she suspected the outburst had been building for years. Now if Zoey could say such a thing to Gretchen, she would gain some confidence. Carmen exhaled and resumed her walk. She could worry about it later. For now, she needed some confidence herself.

Soothe the Soul hadn't changed in the day since she was last there. The same three tables, potential stalker woman, and counter occupied the space. Motivational posters dotted the walls, and beyond the counter, walking down the narrow corridor between the front and back of house, was the sole thing that had changed; Stacy. Her body remained as bountiful, and her demeanour as cheerful as ever. It was Carmen's perception that had been altered.

"Oh! Carmen, I wasn't expecting you for another half hour at least," Stacy said, waving for her to come in, "I won't complain though."

"Hey, Stacy," Carmen said as she stepped behind the counter. Her usual green apron hung beside a shelf filled with all manner of sealed confections. A lump protruded from the breast pocket. She frowned and reached in, finding a slip of paper that read 'take a break in an hour and come to my office'. Stacy was preoccupied with making the coffee.

Moments after she was prepared, a constant stream of suited customers poured in. It was Thursday, a popular time for business people to hunt for coffee to survive until tomorrow, though she noticed more than usual. The reason became obvious as the men leered at her chest. Even dressed in a tattered shirt several sizes too large, her breasts stretched it well. She ignored them and performed autonomously. Her mind was too engrossed in the potential implications of Stacy's note.

The coffee lover didn't seem any different as she strode to and fro, serving or chatting as necessary. Carmen cast frequent, covert glances at her, checking for any indication of her plan, yet saw nothing. Paranoia wormed its way into her mind, terrified of what might be to come. Perhaps she had realised how wrong dating her employee was, or that she couldn't afford to keep her on. Sexual ideas flitted through but were crushed beneath the fear.

"You okay?" Stacy asked.

Carmen jolted, "Huh? Yeah, sorry. In my own world, I guess?"

"I know what you mean," Stacy sighed and brushed past. As she did, Carmen felt her breasts against her skin. They were tight, a far cry from the softness she associated with them. She glanced back at Stacy's swaying rear and saw her adjust her bra. It was faint, but she heard a groan of discomfort. A customer approached and distracted her. She would find out later.

The stream persisted until an hour into her usual shift time. Impressive, she thought and went on break as Stacy had instructed. She left a note on the counter, explaining that she and the owner would be back in fifteen minutes, and hurried to her boss's cosy office. To the right of the hallway was the kitchen portion or the establishment, to the left sat Stacy's quarters, and, wedged into the space beyond it, was their supplies. Plenty of sugar, dairy and coffee beans of course.

But those held no interest to Carmen. She glanced around, as if it could be the last time for her in this place, took a deep breath, though it did nothing to soothe her nerves, and knocked.

"Come in."

She did. The office was scarcely more than a closet, packed to the brim with a single desk, two chairs and a filing cabinet. Despite her demeanour, Stacy kept her space tidy, after Carmen insisted on it when she started working for her, that is. The cheery proprietor sat at her desk, tapping at her keyboard, facing away from Carmen as she sat opposite the stunning woman. Anxious thumps echoed in her ears.

"Done," Stacy sighed and relaxed into her chair, then swivelled about to face Carmen, "Lock the door please, Carmen."

"Sure," Carmen did so and returned to her seat. Unjust nerves tiptoed across the ledge of her control, each second brought a gust of wind that had them teetering, ready to spill over into reality. Stacy said nothing and stood, turned away. Carmen watched her, stealing fervent glances at her employer's abundant bosom.

"You're probably wondering why I called you in here," Stacy said as she fiddled with something.

"Yeah," Carmen nodded. The words became a hurricane in her mind, nearly dislodging her anxiety from its flimsy prison.

"I've been thinking about the other night. What we almost did," Stacy continued to fiddle, then stopped and sighed, "How naughty it was."

Odd phrasing, Carmen thought, "I-I know." Here it comes. In moments, she would be jobless, single and forced to hunt for work, to find a business run by someone remotely as kind as Stacy.

"We can't do that again. Not for a while."

"What?" The word tumbled from her lips, certainty hot on its tail.

"But I've been really backed up," Stacy said and turned. Her shirt was open on either side, a front clasped bra strained and overflowed against her breasts, and her nipples poked through clear as any lighthouse. Sand filled with Carmen's mouth as she raised her head, "And I know you mentioned the 'Mommy/Daughter' stuff before, so..." Stacy inched forced, breasts heaving in her ill-suited bra, "Lend Mama a hand, please dear?"

Carmen stared at her for an entire minute before she found her words again, "So, nothing's wrong? With this? With us?"

"Never," Stacy assured and pulled the honour student close, burying her face in the firm depths of her cleavage. Carmen breathed deep and sighed against the flesh, its scent intoxicating, a blend of citrus body wash and the coffee that Stacy loved so much. Soothing and energising at once. Her hands sneaked up and undid the hooks one at a time, until Stacy's gorgeous boobs were released. The nipples jutted perversely and were a deep shade of pink. Her areolae were swollen too.

"I haven't milked myself in two days," Stacy told her, "It's a bit uncomfortable."

"I'll help," Carmen breathed. Her surroundings fell into oblivion, enshrouding her periphery in darkness and leaving one shining monument to captivate her. Ryuka could be watching, cackling about how Carmen was finally letting loose, but she, too, vanished into the abyss. This was but a moment in her life, one she'd never imagined would come to be. She deserved to enjoy it.

After all she did, all the work she put into maintaining her studies and homelife, she had every right to take ten minutes and indulge in her girlfriend's gorgeous, milk-filled tits. Carmen nodded to herself as she moved to the right nipple, almost two inches long and wider than her thumb in its current state. She could stare at it for minutes on end, but such a luxury could wait. She needed to relieve Stacy.

Carmen opened wide and inhaled the plump teat. Her lips conformed to the engorged areolae as her tongue welcomed the nipple, lathering it in attention before she suckled. The spongy texture sat nice against her slick muscle, and the flavour, salty from sweat with a hint of Stacy's natural sweetness, urged her to savour it. Then Stacy moaned and a tide poured forth.

She held strong and swallowed it all. Every drop was sweet as maple syrup, almost as thick too, yet it didn't overpower her sense of taste, rather it embraced her. Carmen wrapped her arms around Stacy and pulled her close, sinking her nose into her tit-flesh, and sucked once more. More milk gushed into her, so much it puffed her cheeks out, even as she gulped it down and wished for more. She sank her hands into Stacy's pants to handle her incredible ass, kneading it as she inched lower and around.

"Don't, oh, don't fret about me, Carmen. This feels amazing as is," Stacy said and removed one of Carmen's hands, pushing down toward the honour student's own crotch. She didn't fight it. What reason was there to? Her fingers pressed under her panties as she found Stacy's. She touched both their sexes in unison.

Similar yet unique. Carmen's had changed in the past months, growing puffier and wetter, while her clit refused to be locked in its hood anymore. Her fingers slid down her mons and rubbed against her moisture, pinching her plump button as she did. Stacy's was as soft, if not more so, but strangely subdued by comparison. The lips were engorged, yet remained tight. Regardless, she was soaked.

Carmen moaned then gurgled as she drank more. Her employer echoed the sound as she played with their pussies, inching deeper into their individual depths, exploring the distinctions between them, even as milk drooled down her chin. Individual crevices and folds caressed her fingers inside Stacy, the woman's hole tight and famished for attention. It drew her in deeper and doused her fingers in womanly cum.

"Oh, fuck," Stacy gasped. Her hands stroked Carmen's hair, holding her close and making sure she drank deep. Their eyes locked on one another, each hazed in pleasure and eager to find more.

Carmen swirled her tongue and groaned deep in her chest as she, finally, sated her lustful cunt. Had it always been so wet? Part of her feared she might soak her skirt at the rate she was going. It coated her inner thighs and dripped from the chair as she worked, driving her digit deep inside, palm flush against her huge clit. Sparks of bliss zipped between her nerve endings, ready to ignite an inferno at any moment.

"Switch, babe, switch," Stacy advised. Carmen frowned and paused, realising she was sucking on a dry well. Her cheeks burned as she moved. The other nipple dripped in envy of its sibling, rivulets of milk poured down its vast expanse to dampen Stacy's jeans. Carmen latched on as she had before.

She was so close. Stacy was too, her eyes were half-shut, lips parted and her full cheeks were a rosy tone. Just a bit more and they could cum. Their first time together. Perhaps Stacy wouldn't mind if they ignored the shop for the rest of the day and went all the way? Carmen hastened her gulps as she imagined how delicious Stacy's snatch must be, how ripe it would feel on her tongue, how the juices would gush down her gullet. Her turned fast and heavy, as did Stacy's.

"Almost there, almost there," Stacy breathed, rocking her voluptuous hips with Carmen's swift fingers.

"Cum for me," Carmen gurgled around the milk and breast stuffing her maw.

"HELLO?! Could I get some goddamn service here?!" An anonymous voice shouted from the front. Stacy jerked back at the sound. Carmen's lips came free with a pop and droplets of milk landed on her face, which contorted itself from pleasure to confusion, "HELLO?" Then shifted into annoyance.

"Great, lost track of time," Stacy murmured as she righted herself, tucking away her breast and making sure she didn't leak through her bra, "Sorry, Carmen. We'll have to continue another time." She left, hurrying to deal with the customer. Carmen glanced at the computer screen and saw that her break was up. It was her only break, after which the next rush of customers would come; people getting off work and craving a pick-me-up before they went home.

Alone, Carmen studied her clothes. Her skirt was a lost cause, drenched in her prolific fluids, and her shirt was damp. Stacy, in her foresight, had prepared spare clothes for her. Carmen changed, face an expressionless mask, crafted to keep her desires cowed. Her lust had mutated. It snarled within its cage, another beast she would keep closed up for the next several years. Up front, she heard Stacy talking with the unruly man. He seemed to be demanding that Carmen be the one to serve him.

What did they find so attractive about her that Stacy didn't have? Carmen stripped and observed her figure. It had changed. She couldn't deny it, nor could she explain it as a simple growth spurt. No one commented on how much she'd grown, as if she'd always been so tall in their minds. Such was the power of the Futa Note, it seemed.

Her breasts were marginally smaller than Mary's fake set. They swelled at perfect ratios, as if crafted by a masterful artist, and her nipples sat at the tops. No sag that she could see. Her belly was flat and smooth, though a hint of muscle threatened to turn into more, while her ass filled her hands. Her hips encroached on shoulder-width. Not to mention her height.

But the worst of it was her sex. Her pussy had indeed puffed up in her arousal, more so than she recalled it ever doing, and her clit protruded almost an inch, despite her dwindling desire. The pink of her labia glistened in her pent up lust.

"Don't tell me you only just noticed?" Ryuka asked, floating into view.

"How much did you see?" Carmen demanded.

"I just came in," Ryuka said, "But I heard plenty. It's a real shame that man had to show up."

"Shut up," Carmen said as she dressed. The clothes smelled of Stacy, a once soothing aroma that now made her crave the woman.

"Though it's not like you don't have the perfect means to rectify this," Ryuka shrugged, evil grin on her beautiful features. Carmen turned away from her, uncertain of how much she could trust her self-control. But the Seikogami did raise an intriguing point. If this opportunity came in the future, then Carmen had the means to ensure it wouldn't be interrupted again. She could even make these moments became her daily life.

"I'm not using it," Carmen vowed and fixed a wrathful glare on her mythical companion.

"Thought so. But why not give yourself something to enjoy when you can't be with her," Ryuka said, "You're so strong willed, I'm sure you could put temptation right in front of you and give it the cold-shoulder."

"What're you getting at?"

"That Mary girl said she wanted bigger tits, didn't she? Why not be a good friend and give her some?"

"Because..."

"It's not against her will. You're not changing her personality. All you're doing is saving her some time and money, right?" Ryuka reasoned. She floated to Carmen and laid her enormous breasts upon her shoulders, "You ignore me all the time. I'm sure you can do the same to a human."

"Why would I make my life harder than it already is?"

"You wouldn't. Think of it as a... an incentive. Something for you to look forward to when you can finally do this again. A teaser of Stacy if you will.

"But I... That would be giving in."

Ryuka scoffed at the idea, "From what I understand of you, Carmen, 'giving in' would involve you taking over the world or something. This is just a bit of fun. No harm in it."

"She would look good," Carmen muttered.

"And I bet she'd be grateful if she knew."

"That's true," Carmen sighed and stepped out. Leaning against the wall was her bag, within which laid the source of her new, tumultuous life. She pulled out the book and a pencil. If it hadn't fallen to her, everything would've gone to plan. She'd graduate, be a success and save her family from poverty. But, simultaneously, she wouldn't have befriended Dakota and Mary, or tried to help Zoey, or gotten so close with Stacy. As was true for most powers, it was a blessing and a curse.

It really depended on how she used it. And helping a friend seemed as good a reason as any. But no more. She was done after this little change. She'd keep the book with her to make sure no one else found it. Nothing else. Unless she was desperate. A last resort. Her own personal nuclear solution.

She put it back and returned to her duties. Stacy apologised frequently, but Carmen promised they would finish it next time, even as her loins yearned to do so right there and then. She settled for stealing the occasional grope. Her employer was still sensitive after being pushed so close, often releasing stifled moans at the slightest brush against her breast. Carmen considered it a fair punishment.

Carmen sighed as the afterwork rush ended. Her shift was almost over, something her feet were grateful for. A final patron entered, a woman to Carmen's relief. The shirt Stacy gave her fit better than any of her own, though its neckline hung too low for her tastes. Men had ogled her with little shame, though many tipped well. The woman was a runner, dressed in lycra, with her phone strapped to one arm, and tanned like Zoey.

"Hope she's doing okay," Carmen wondered after the runner left. Wanting something is simple, attaining it is a vastly different matter.