Futanari Notebook Ch. 27

"Anyone else and they'd be my condom. You didn't even suck me off, much less bend over for me. Hell, I started touching you when you were getting blown, and you only kissed me."

"Don't remind me." Carmen despised how close she'd come to the edge. If the Seikogami had tried going further, she wouldn't have refused. Just the memory burned in her loins, cowed only by her disappointment.

"What I'm saying is, letting yourself have fun isn't bad. Things have changed. You're not poor, or frumpy looking, you have a cock and you've got a flock of futanari ready to fling themselves at you. There's no sense in clinging to what you were like in the past. Now cheer up, being the sensible one is boring," Ryuka flopped onto her back, hard enough to bounce Carmen, who tumbled over the Seikogami's chest. Next to the giant mounds, rested the Futa Note.

"Yeah... guess you've got a point," Carmen said and grabbed the book. Its presence in her hands soothed her, as if whispering sweet nothings, but that shouldn't be. Relying on such a thing would ruin her one day. In what way? So long as she guarded it, and didn't let someone else use it, then the book could do nothing to harm her, but what if she started to need it. What if she gave up on handling things for herself.

No. Carmen knew that she was stubborn, her grades in spite of everything proved it, just having the option was enough. If things collapsed around her, then the book could help her again. A last resort, she thought and flipped to Leah's entry, but ignored what she already wrote.

"Oh? What're you planning?" Ryuka asked.

"Just thinking about plans. It's Summer vacation after all," Carmen said, tapping her pen against the page. It was too late for Leah, the transformation into a futa was permanent. Perhaps reverting her to something like Dakota was possible, but where was the fun in that?

"You're a terrible influence, you know that?" Carmen sighed. On her inhale, she noticed the bite of her bra. Frowning, Carmen adjusted it but the discomfort remained. Another sigh. She went through a bra every two weeks it seemed, sometimes faster, "Looks like I need new bras."

"No you don't. Your tits are perfect. Let them hang loose and you won't notice a difference," Ryuka said.

"Really? Well, guess there's no point in visiting Leah in a few days. Shame, and I was thinking of trying out a few things."

"Hey now, let's not be too hasty. True, boobs should be free, but sometimes a bit of support is divine."

"Thought so," Carmen snickered and traced the paper down to a blank line under Leah's name. She erased the full stop, and started her additions. Not that they would take effect until they met again. But the first transformation was still active.

Leah returned home without her bra. The useless thing was in a trash can somewhere inside the mall she worked at. Shame too, as she'd only bought it a few weeks ago, though she must've grown since then. After a few hours of work, the hooks were biting into her and the cups overflowed with her bosom. Few of her customers minded, even less when her top almost burst open. She had no clue why this happened, or why her darling cunny was now partnered with a dick.

It wasn't bad. Other people might freak out, call a doctor, maybe try cutting it off, but those types were insane. No woman should give up a chance to experience the rare joy of a male orgasm. And oh did she enjoy it. Cumming 'normally' was a full body experience, like a sudden rush of love and warmth. Her cock, however, was an explosion.

She rolled her tongue across her lips, cooing at the memory. If cumming from one was incredible, just imagine what both at once felt like, but why imagine it when she was a few steps from her room. Her pussy warmed and its sibling swelled. Before that, she needed a good drink. Between work and the episode in the bathroom, she'd had a glass of milk and nothing else.

"Hmm, perfect," Leah said, retrieving a fresh bottle of milk. It was the luxurious kind, claimed better taste and health than all the competitors, and that it was 'fresh from the cow'. She wasn't sure about that, though the taste was no lie. Full glass in hand, a burgeoning lust in the back of her mind, and double the genitals, Leah headed to her room. Rachel collided with her at the kitchen door.

"Sorry Leah, I... whoa," Rachel said.

"What? Oh, yeah. I had some kind of growth spurt today," Leah said and shrugged.

"That's not normal," Rachel gasped, staring at the elder girl, "Leah, they're like two cups bigger than normal."

"Really?" Leah asked, not paying much attention as she sipped her drink. When did she drink half of it? She hadn't spilt any either. Better get a refill, given the amount of fluids she was planned to waste. She smirked and turned away.

"And your ass got bigger," Rachel noted.

"Did it?

"Are you sure nothing weird happened?"

"No. I mean... yeah, no," Leah said. Her sister had a tendency to overreact, or over analyse certain changes, and growing a penis would pique her curiosity without doubt. Or maybe something else would happen? Spending a majority of time online led Leah to stranger sites, with stories ranging from vanilla to sisters suddenly becoming incestuous bunnies. Others even had them grow cocks of their own. Leah's eye ran across her petite sister's body.

Petite described her to a 'T'. Slight bumps for her chest, enough to be missed but not ignored, and a sleek waist that spread into her hips. No one would think Rachel was a boy, perhaps a fem-boy, however she didn't look like a woman. Not yet anyway. Puberty could wait until the last minute. On that day, maybe Leah would tell her.

Rachel eyed her like an unsure animal, "Did you talk to someone named Carmen?"

"Well, yeah. Carmen's my manager," Leah chuckled.

"I mean, like, a customer or something. Did you get on their bad side?"

"Maybe? I think there was a girl called Carmen, but I'm not sure. Only a weirdo remembers every customer's name. Although, there was this gorgeous girl with a bunch of other people like her. Like, phew, you think my tits are big?" Leah bit her lip, recalling the table in vivid detail. She'd made sure to memorise them. If she hadn't grown her dick, then she might've tried getting a number or two. One of them looked like a regular, so she might see them again. She hoped.

"Okay," Rachel walked away, mumbling under her breath.

"I swear, something's wrong with her. Huh?" Leah huffed when she checked her refill and realised she'd drunk it all during the conversation, brief as it was, "Okay, fuck it. Taking the carton."