Futanari Notebook Ch. 22

"What the fuck...?" Her voice was muddled, her throat felt clogged with something, and her stomach rolled as she stared at a massive glob of white on her fingers. She looked down and saw a line of it stretch from her. Droplets had landed on her splayed legs, where a drying puddle sat. Then the smell caught up to her. Whatever was on her face slid slowly to her lip. She licked it up in a daze, before looking to her breasts.

They hadn't grown to her mercy, but the areolae were huge and dark. Almost black. The nipples no longer stood out, instead they'd inverted. Two slits adorned the front of her monumental bust. She touched them and jerked away. This wasn't natural. Must be a hallucination. The park had said it was better than drugs, probably because they pumped drugs into the air. Or something.

"The park is now closing..." the message repeated. She had more important things to worry about. The wavering light above finally gave out. She fumbled for her phone and found it covered in gunk, but it worked. A moment later and she dialled for her most trusted butler.

"Hello, Richard? I need you to come get me. Um, that new theme park... yeah, that one! Also, bring some clothes too. Thanks."

"Okay, just... just gotta find my way out," Ashley said to herself and pulled her shirt back on with a grimace. She took a step and shuddered. Her pussy was still swollen and, despite the sessions moments prior, it already longed for more. She steadied herself against a wall. Though faint, there was enough light for her to recognise objects. She followed it, slowly as not to agitate her snatch, and saw the exit sign, still lit up to her relief. Once free, she staggered her way to the entrance. A spacious car waited for her there.

"Thank you," Ashley said as she climbed in. A shutter cordoned the back from the front, where Richard sat. He'd been with her family for a decade, and proved a reliable confidant and friend. When given the chance, she'd vent to him about Gretchen. He would try placating her, but not in a patronising way, as many of the others would.

"Shit," Ashley groaned into her hands. They reeked of pussy and... cock? No, that couldn't be true. It just smelled that way for some reason. Maybe it had rubbed off the walls? But they hadn't smelled like it when she walked in. The problem was insignificant, however. Gretchen had said she planned on coming over that day, with the intent of an orgy it seemed, and Ashley had indirectly refused her. Tomorrow would be a nightmare. Couldn't be worse than today, she thought and rubbed her crooked nose.

When they arrived at her family's estate, she'd calmed down. If Gretchen was pissed at her, she would've called. She wasn't the type to wait until later to bitch at someone. The smell had been masked by the fresh clothes and deodorant, though her pussy continued to simmer, mashed against her thighs. Richard had said her parents were home too. They wanted to talk apparently.

The estate wasn't as ridiculous as those Ashley had seen in movies. They didn't own entire acres of land. Enough to have a swimming pool, some sculpted hedges and a patio, all leading to the always stunning structure of her house. Four stories tall, a minimum of six rooms per floor, and equipped with all the extravagant necessities she could ever want for. Her bedroom was on the ground floor, near the kitchen and her personal games room.

On the opposite side, conjoined to the foyer, was the living room. A space dedicated to comfort made dreary and oppressive by the costly renovations her parents bought. Leather chairs, a fireplace, ornaments won at auction, a television set that slid from the floor and stood taller than Ashley, and other assortments that made it clear they were wealthy. Her mother called it a good business practice to remind others of one's status. Ashley called it uncomfortable.

Ashley walked in and saw her parents walking to and from a set of boxes. Several of the expensive ornaments were gone, in their place was the buried family pictures they'd taken when she was a child. She looked like a cherub back then.

"Hey," Ashley said after watching them for several seconds.

"Oh, good evening sweetheart," her mother said and set aside a vase, "Frank, come on. Time to talk." She gestured to a trio of chairs, which they then occupied. Ashley squirmed as she sank into the seat. Somehow, it was awkward enough to press against her pussy.

"So, we've decided to make some changes," Frank said.

"I can see that," Ashley said.

"Yes, well... we're going into early retirement," her mother, Angelina - or Ange to most - said.

"Okay."

"So we're gonna downsize," Frank said and slapped the chair, "We're gonna try for a more normal family dynamic."

"No more crazy expenses, or butlers and maids. We're gonna move to a suburb and be a family," Ange added.

"What?" Ashley frowned at them, trying to comprehend and contain herself. This was something she'd thought of before. Her parents were away on business most of the year, when they were home, they still worked. It'd been that since she was a child. They had seemed so far from her, beyond her reach, that she didn't tell them about anything. Not about the bully from second grade, or the one from third, fourth, fifth and so on. She ate what she pleased, since they didn't tell her otherwise. Even after Gretchen forced to stay out well into the night and mornings, they said nothing.

Now they wanted to be a family. Bullshit. It was too good to be true. Something must be wrong. They'd made a bad deal, gone bankrupt and didn't want her to know. No, that wasn't it. Ashley stared at their faces, read the smiles that brought out the disused laugh lines around their eyes. They held one another's hand.

"It'll take some time to work things out, but we're sure it's for the best," Ange said.

"I... okay," Ashley made the mistake of crossing her legs. She wanted to say more, but feared a moan would slip out. The action had stimulated her snatch, which was on a mission to soak through the new panties she wore, and jostled her tits. They rubbed against her shirt. Something pushed from within, longing to be freed. It peeked out. She panicked and pulled her knees up. Another mistake.

Her parents looked to each other, then at her, "It's a lot to take in. If you need to talk, just come and find us. We'll try to be around more." Frank said.

"You should go to bed, it's late," Ange said.

"Y-yeah," Ashley said and surged from her chair, "I'll, um, see you tomorrow. Before school."

"We'll be there," Frank chuckled.

Back in her room, Ashley pulled her shirt off and stared at the tubes that extended from her chest. Tubes? What is she, ten-years-old? They were dicks. Plain and simple. Hard as bone, long and covered in veins, and with a loose sack of skin occupied by balls at the base. The heads were strange. The glans angled downward and tapered at the head, which made sense. Nothing about the situation was normal, so why would it.

Tears overflowed. Ashley fell to her bed and onto her side, which smacked her tits and... and her dicks together, which sent unwelcome pleasure through her. The fact she was a freak shook her from the corner, but it didn't bring the tears. It was the desire she felt toward herself, toward her now freakish form. A pair of cocks had replaced her nipples. They even had balls.

And all she could think of was how wet she felt. How hard her cocks were. How... how much she wanted to taste her cum. Her hands worked before she finished the thought. One for her pussy, the other for a cock, while her mouth latched onto and suckled the other. Her clit pulsed bigger too.

No, please... Ashley waited as the pulsations built until both her hands were occupied by a cock. They stroked as she sobbed and moaned. Stopping wasn't an option. Her body was in control.

Carmen stared at her phone in silence. Melody slept at her side, nervous from their mother's frantic state when they came home, so she refused to sleep alone. She was glad to share the space. Looking down and brushing a strand of brilliant blonde from her sisters eyes soothed her. Carmen had tried calling Stacy again, to no answer. Not even voicemail. Their mother was at least trying to find work, but something told her it was unnecessary. Whatever she'd written in the Futa Note would fix it, though she didn't know how.

"Why don't you just look already?" Ryuka asked. Guessing at her thoughts was becoming a hobby for the deity, who swore to Carmen that she couldn't read minds.

"No," Carmen shook her head and set her phone aside. It was late. She should at least try and sleep. Tomorrow would be an interesting day, especially to see what had become of Ashley. A tingle ran down her spine and her penis twitched. She cut the sensation off with a dangerous thought.

"I saw that," Ryuka chuckled. She came to hover over her, inhuman glory radiating despite the lack of light, "You got turned on for a second. Someone's starting to enjoy herself."

"Shut up," Carmen said, though she didn't deny it. Power had an enthralling and forbidden taste to it, more so when used for retribution, to make a girl suffer. She drifted, exhausted from last night and the day's events. What had she done to Ashley?

That same girl bit into her pillow to keep from screaming as an orgasm overwhelmed her. It was the strongest yet, brought on by a sudden fantasy she never expected. She'd imagined Carmen, the girl who had punched her hours earlier. It didn't take much from there. Nudity, a little dirty talk, and Ashley became putty. She passed out shortly after, dreading the day to come.