Futanari Notebook Ch. 24

"Uh, I... it just happened. When th-these," Ashley cradled her top-most shafts. She moaned at the gentle touch. Soon, the pair rose once more, "No... just let me rest!"

"How sensitive are you?" Mary wondered aloud and sat beside her, taking a breast in hand. Pre-cum dribbled from all three members. Mary smirked and leaned in, placing her lips close to Ashley's ear, while another hand cradled her thigh, "Guess we're both freaks now."

"Sorry," Ashley said. Lust layered her voice, depriving it of any other emotion.

"Don't be. Remember when I kissed you?"

"Yeah," Ashley moaned as the blonde's lips trailed across her neck, tongue lashing out to catch any fresh drops of semen left behind, smiling at the flavour. The tri-cocked futa panted lightly as she worked, eyes half-glazed over.

"Did you like it?"

"Yes," Ashley gasped when Mary switched to her untouched breast. Fingers massaged the flesh, squeezing out pre-cum by the ounce, "It... I wanted to talk about it, but Gretchen..."

"It's okay," Mary climbed her way to the jaw, then to Ashley's lips, "How about we make up for lost time?"

Carmen caught Ashley's eye, causing a violent blush to break through her cum-layered cheeks. Following her gaze, Mary turned and grinned at the honour student. Something about the display grabbed her and refused to let go. She was audience to the exchange without a concern. Would they take it further despite her presence? Perhaps because she had orchestrated it, even if she hadn't intended to. Or perhaps because she had power here. She'd left her bag, and the book, in the car, yet these two futanari were under her thrall.

Carmen leaned forward. She didn't want them to continue without her. Desire pooled and overflowed through her veins, stealing the reins of self-control. After everything Ashley had done to her, Carmen deserved to take some joy in her condition.

She trailed her fingers along Ashley's thigh, ignoring the 'usual' cock, and up her stomach. She replaced Mary's hands and fondled both breasts, squeezing as if to mould them into new shapes, but they were defiant and maintained their massive, teardrop forms. Ashley squirmed under her touch, face red and lips tight. Moans sang from her chest.

She released them to a heavy smack. Carmen traced a vein along each penis, going to the flared, angled heads, from which a steady tide of pre-cum flowed. They leapt and spewed more at her touch. Slime washed away the dried up semen. Her tits rested heavily against her stomach, obscuring over half of the pudgy skin, and jiggled with her pleasure. Carmen licked her lips at the intoxicating, pungent odour.

That moment with Zoey flashed in her mind. She'd made the Amazonian cum, left her a moaning mess, effectively reduced her to a plaything. If Carmen wanted, she could have done anything to her and Zoey would've approved of it. Now that same option stared her in the face, more tempting than before. Ashley had an addicts personality, the evidence of it stained everything in sight.

Done right, she would become dependent on Carmen's touch. Her pleasure. Her very presence.

"Please?" Ashley whispered. Carmen looked up, stunned that she'd gotten so close without noticing. The plump girl stared back, gasping for air, hands curled around her bedsheets and eyes bewildered by lust. Like Zoey, like all futanari that Carmen had made, this person wanted to be used. Loved might be more appropriate, but she would take anything. Even the curious touches Carmen drip fed her.

"What?" Carmen asked. She caught Mary's eye, a glimmer of her old sadism in her smile, and waited.

"Make me... make me cum."

"Hmm," Carmen coiled her fingers loosely around Ashley's right dick. It pumped off waves of heat, stronger with every pulse. She tightened her grip. Such a different sensation compared to Zoey's, which had felt soft and lumpy. This was rigid, like iron covered in vines of ivy, all coalescing at the equally solid tip. In other words, it wasn't human. Just as she'd wanted.

"What? What're you waiting for? Please, do it," Ashley said, shivering at the languid stroke, then jerked as Carmen grasped the head. She loosened her grip and Ashley also relaxed. She moved and Ashley shuddered. Like a puppet, Carmen thought. The richest girl in Saint Puella was nothing but a toy now, desperate to please and cum. As she always would be. She looked to Mary again, imploring her with whimpering moans.

"Alright," Mary said and dove in. Carmen swallowed a gasp as she observed the former slut take the left cock down her throat in one strike. While not huge, no longer than six inches, she seemed heedless of the bulge it made in her throat, or how her eyes watered and smeared her makeup. The sudden burst sent Ashley onto her back, pulling her mostly dry shaft from Carmen's grip. She shoved a hand between her legs to stroke her human member.

Just like that, all Carmen's clout had been stolen. The two futanari writhed in place, both as enraptured by their own debauchery as the other. She saw Mary stroking herself as she bobbed her head to and fro. Neither seemed aware of Carmen's existence anymore.

Until she snatched both their wrists and stilled their masturbation. Mary froze and looked at her, mouth still filled with cock, as did Ashley, "You cum, when I say." Carmen said. In the back of her mind, she sensed Ryuka's amusement, despite the Seikogami being absent. She ignored it. For her intentions to work, she needed control.

"But..." Ashley gulped, "Yes, ma'am." Her arm went lax and fell to her side, leaving her cock to weep pre-cum. Carmen held Mary's eyes. The blonde didn't look away or relax, even as her face turned red and purple, until instinct demanded that she pull away.

"Fine," Mary rasped, clearing her throat of pre-cum and spit, "What now?" Carmen tensed at the question, uncertain of what she intended. She needed to make Ashley submissive to her, a task that seemed complete, but something gnawed at her mind. Hunger, worry, anger... lust? That smell snuck up on her again, interlaced with Mary's own arousal. Her body burned, blood pumping in her ears and to her crotch. It demanded that she satisfy her cravings.

"Do what you want with her. She did ruin your life, after all. She forced you to do things you didn't want to. You're sleeping in a dirty motel room and she's here living in the lap of luxury."

"Make her suffer," Carmen whispered and straddled Ashley's pudgy gut. She trapped the oversized member under her rear, crushing it against her body. She wouldn't touch it beyond that. Beneath her, Ashley's tits poured over her chest and onto the bed. Carmen shoved both together and up, burying their bearer's face in them.

She, then, curled over until her chin rested on Ashley's breast and exhaled on a cock. The futa yelped and bucked beneath her. She whimpered as Carmen kissed the crown of a penis, where she waited. Mary took the hint and assumed the same posture, though a glob of drool escaped her lips. Ashley looked between them, begging for either to suck her, even going so far as to arch her torso.

It wasn't until she stopped that Carmen moved again. She slid her lips down and up the shaft, offering a hint of true pleasure. Ashley arched her back, so she stopped and waited. The cock throbbed against her lips, boiling in its frustration. Its wielder stopped and Carmen resumed, circuiting the shaft and head, then pulled back. She licked her lips, drawing the flavour into her mouth.

Like its feel, the cocks taste intrigued her. Not pleasant by conventional means. It had a spice that invited study, calling her tongue to the source. Carmen swallowed her hesitation and licked the head, as pre-cum sprouted forth. She recoiled at the sudden spurt into her mouth and went to spit it out, but paused. Another curious flavour.

Carmen sought Ashley's eyes and found them wide, pupils dilated, and locked on her. Under the Futa Note's power, this must be a dream come true for her. However, she could turn it to a nightmare with a simple act. Carmen swallowed, ignoring how the viscous sludge clung to her throat, and returned to the cock, tormenting Ashley. To her left, Mary eagerly followed suite.

This time, Carmen took her example. No matter the disparity between their intellect, the blonde had more experience, disturbingly so at her age. Mary slid her lips down and over the shaft, cheeks hollow as if sucking a lollipop. As she receded, her tongue weaved subtle patterns, and she made no effort to swallow the copious fluids. Spit and pre cascaded down Ashley's shaft and spilled between her tits, where Mary's hands rubbed it in. Despite her skill, Mary didn't have control.

Perhaps it came from Ryuka's constant presence, but Carmen sensed that her blonde friend didn't long for power or to fulfil her own desires. She served. In some ways, she might be more submissive than Ashley. It became clearer as Mary moaned without touching herself, taking delight in having her throat flooded and hearing Ashley's moans, which rose into sharp yells.

Carmen yanked herself and Mary away.

"No! Don't stop! I was so close!" Ashley said. She tried bucking her hips and pushing herself up, but Carmen pinned her with ease. Once she had calmed down, Carmen went back to the right cock. She hadn't taken more than the head into her mouth, held back by uncertainty, but now she forced herself deeper. The rigid spire pressed hard on her tongue and nudged the back of her throat. More of Ashley's unusual flavour danced on her taste buds and the smell congealed around her. The scent of an animal, Carmen realised. Fitting.

Again, Ashley's moans signalled her climax and, again, Carmen deprived her of it. Once the sensations dwindled, they resumed. An endless cycle that shortened each time as Ashley became more desperate and sensitive. Her breasts swelled with unspent semen, spilling further onto the bed. Blue veins webbed across the tightening globes, which shone with the mixture of fluids.

If it were someone else, at another time, Carmen might've basked in the sight. She could picture Stacy there, trapped under her body, enslaved to desire and loving every second of it. So long as Carmen was there. Lust and anger and regret coiled within the pit of her stomach. She ignored all but her lust, intent on letting her fantasies play. For that was the only way she could see Stacy anymore.

Her body fed on the new emotions. Carmen hid a moan behind a grunt as her nipples and dick pressed against their bonds, caught in a sudden blaze. She pictured Stacy's massive breasts beneath her, lathered in nothing but Carmen's pre-cum, lactating entire gallons of milk. She drank it all with greedy gulps, intent on draining the masses. Through it all, she thrust between them.

Each tit dwarfed her member, obscuring it even as she powered toward a climax. Their softness rippled with every thrust, enveloped her shaft, coated it in warmth and love. She imagined laying upon them once more, sinking into their plushness without a care.

"I'm cumming!" Ashley's cry stole Carmen from her reverie.

She blinked at the scene around her, before noticing the throbbing inside her maw. Mary gagged and went down to the hilt, so Carmen did the same, too caught in the crash of reality to think. Then Ashley came. Beneath Carmen's rump, the human phallus lurched and spilled its load, soaking her skirt. It lasted mere seconds but soaked everything in range. Once it ended, the other two took up the siege.

The terse flesh of Ashley's tits rippled and tightened further, then her cocks distended. They swelled from base to head, every inch burned in Carmen's throat, yet nothing came. When she thought to question her lack of gag-reflex or discomfort, the tide struck. Unlike her 'normal' member, Ashley's nipples weren't wide enough to unleash the full flood. Instead, cum gathered in the shafts and pressed on the exit until it became too much and the pressure expelled them.

All the heat transferred into Carmen. It pooled in her belly, saturated her oesophagus as she was forced to swallow. When the initial blast dwindled, she pulled away to avoid swallowing more. The tip caught in her throat, hindering her long enough for the second burst. Gouts of seed spilled down her gullet and bubbled from her nose. She gagged on the load, spilling dense ropes from her lips.

Carmen yanked herself away and retched up the last of the cum that coated her throat and nostrils. She cradled her stomach. It felt hot and bloated, depressing further than usual under her fingers. She moved to the side, releasing Ashley and waited for the rest of her climax to unfold.

"Thank you," Ashley eventually said. Her breasts had shrunk and swallowed her members, leaving only the black areolae and bulbous opening to hint at their existence. And the gallons upon gallons of dried seed that decorated her room.

"It was nothing," Mary said and patted her own belly. She had stuck through most of the orgasm, taking far more than Carmen had, and sported a slight gut that forced her already skimpy shirt to ride up higher. The two laid side by side, their breasts spilling into each other. Carmen angled her hips away.

"I'm serious," Ashley said and looked at Carmen, "If you guys didn't show up, I don't think I would've stopped. I don't know what you did, Carmen, but thank you. If you need anything at all just tell me."

"I will," Carmen smiled. It was as she'd written it to be. That last sentence had been one of her creation, a sign of Ashley's fealty. She almost laughed at herself. Her entire situation seemed almost medieval, like something straight from a fantasy. Perhaps her family was royalty removed from power by Gretchen, an empress, and everything was for the sake of reclaiming the throne. Regardless of the price she must pay to do so.

"I've gotta get home," Carmen said.

"Maybe get a change of clothes first," Mary suggested.

"Oh, yeah," Carmen looked down at herself. Everything but her back was coated in Ashley's ejaculate. How hadn't she noticed? Her clothes clung to her body like a second skin, bringing all her curves into stark relief. The two futanari struggled to look away.

"I have some spares in the wardrobe," Ashley said and got up, "Oh god, it's been so long since I could stand up!" She stretched and jumped a couple of times. Her tits smacked her belly, eliciting moans each time.

Though shorter than Mary and Carmen, her clothes fit them well enough, "Thanks, Ashley." Mary said.

"No problem. It's the least I can do right now."

"You can do a lot more, though," Mary said with a suggestive smirk, "Right?"

"Y-yeah. Whatever you want," Ashley said and found herself embraced by the blonde. Their breasts smothered the other pair, vying for dominance.

"Not gonna lie, I've missed you," Mary said, "Glad you're okay."

"Thanks," Ashley breathed the word and leaned into Mary, "You know, you're welcome to stay."

"Oh, look who grew some balls," Mary chuckled.

"I've got more than you," Ashley beamed, still drunk on the afterglow.

"I'll be back soon, just gotta drop Carmen off."

Carmen didn't ask what they planned, or if Dakota would mind. Her mind blustered with possibilities. Everything seemed on track again, removing the Futa Note from the equation once more. But the chance of it going wrong nagged at the back of her mind. Then she'd need it once again.

Regardless of how it went, she couldn't afford to remain ignorant to the book's abilities. She understood the basics and that it seemed without limitations given Ashley's new physiology, and the fact she survived without food for several days, but some nuances eluded her. Everything had a peak. How far did it's power reach? Could one victim affect others in the same way?

She needed to truly test it. Control it. Once she did, then she could resist. The unknown tempts, but knowledge satisfies. Carmen glanced down at herself, over the precipice of her bust. She hadn't masturbated in months. Her current form was remained an oddity to her. From the heavy breasts, to her seat-swallowing hips and the twin genitals between. Soon, she thought and swore she sensed Ryuka laughing.

It didn't matter. Ryuka had done enough for her, perhaps it was time to give her some entertainment. After graduation, she decided. To celebrate.