Futanari Notebook Ch. 28

"Man, your tits are huge," one girl said, grinning ear to ear. Leah wasn't focused on her breasts, worried by the odd sensations between her ass cheeks and thighs.

"Th-thanks. What can I get you?"

"How about... a date?" The other girl asked, licking her lips.

Leah cleared her throat and turned her thoughts to anything non-erotic. Kittens were nice, then her mind twisted into a girl with cat ears and a tail. Old, decrepit nuns. That worked.

"Sorry, can't quit until five," Leah smiled.

"Shame. I love thicker girls. Especially when they sit on my face."

"So! Um, what can I get you?" Leah repeated. The heat between her legs was horrible, and something strange was rubbing between her ass cheeks. It wasn't her boxers, they felt different to this. The lesbians let her go. Thank god. She had to see what was happening to her body. Right as she came to the restroom, someone asked for her. Leah opened her mouth to refuse and apologise, but the words caught. She went over.

Another table of women. Just friends this time it seemed, though both were equally fascinated by her rack. That original tightness returned, stronger this time. Leah waited until the order was done to check herself.

"No, no, no." Her breasts had grown. Not the small amount she'd experienced over the past two weeks, though that had added up. She looked a couple cup sizes bigger, if not more. Her shirt was riding up now, as neither mountain gave much ground to gravity.

"I'm telling you man, long tongues are the best. Like, top tier for me now. Oh! Hey, could I get a water?"

"S-sure," the moment Leah said that, her tongue tingled like it was numb, then her mouth felt full, "What the fuck is going on?!" Leah hissed at herself and gasped at how her tongue rolled out. It recoiled just as fast. She got the customers water, but got distracted and spilled it.

"Oh crap, I'm so..." Her tongue slipped out as she bent over. He stared at her, while her cheeks burned hotter than a deep fryer and she dabbed at his shirt.

"Hey, uh, are you doing anything tonight?"

"Yes." She said and escaped before anything more could happen.

"So, I was on this website the other day and you won't believe what showed up... double pussy. Like, girls with two vaginas. Hot, right?"

Leah didn't wait and moved to another table. Whatever magic was terrorising her, or if this was a dream, she wasn't allowed to stop working. Someone always needed something it seemed, nor could she refuse them. Worst of all, every customer just made her hornier as they flirted or talked about weird things. She tried going to the bathrooms, but someone always called her.

"Take a break, Leah. Ten minutes, got it!" Her manager shouted from the back.

"Thank you!" Leah scampered to the restroom and slammed it shut, panting hotly. Everything was hot and alive, like a million volts were frying her nerves. She walked to a sink and stared at the mirror. A familiar stranger stared back. That was her, right?

She yelped and backed away before she could take in the staggering visage. Her eyes fell to her tits, which moved as if someone were groping her, yet she saw no hands or anyone behind her. All she could do was feel them. Leah grabbed at herself, trying to break free, however nothing but her own skin met her touch. A ghost? Was she cursed?

That might explain everything. No one could prove ghosts didn't exist, or vice versa, so perhaps Leah was victim to a perverted spectre. A spectre that knew how to use its hands. Fingers dug into key points, urging the blood into her nipples, and the milk to flow. Of course they were full again. She hadn't expected this, as such she had no pumps. Her only options were to let it drain into a sink, or drink it.

Her cock lurched at the suggestion, digging the boxers into her skin. Any other time, and at home, she wouldn't have hesitated for a second. But this was where she worked. She had to be out in ten minutes, less by then, and presentable. She couldn't go back out there though. Leah was slow, she admitted that freely, but not stupid. If she served a customer, her body changed.

And drinking her milk would just exasperate it. The spectral hands stepped up a gear, tugging on her nipples and soaking her shirt. Juices ran down her thighs, which she clenched together, then jerked apart again. Since when was her pussy so big? Leah gawked at her panting reflection, its lips too plump to be hers, eyes too large and hair a deeper red than ever, and at the way her tits were handled. Quivering in pleasure and fear, she reached down her body and lifted her uniform skirt.

It fell from her grasp to drape over her straining cock. Just as she'd feared, the member had grown even greater, now thicker than her chubby bicep with a flattened head to match. The skin looked a bit darker too. It almost resembled an animals, but which one?

Her thought crumbled when the ghost abandoned a breast and yanked her boxers down. For a moment, she stood frozen, incapable of processing why or how this happened to her. Delicate pink folds dipped below her ballsack, no small feat at its size, and ropes of viscous fluid drooled from it. Leah lifted her testicles, hot and heavy and pouring from her palms.

"What the fuck is this?" Even her voice trilled with pleasure. Cradling her sack in an arm, she cupped her new oversized pussy. She recoiled, hissing in shock and delight, and touched again. It was too big for her hand, the vulva squishing out the sides and drenching her in juices. She squeezed and had to grab the sink for balance. When she looked at the mirror again, her face was smiling.

"Well... fuck it, I've got time." Leah crumbled to her knees and crammed fingers past her meaty cunt-flaps. The insides fit three without trouble, and a fourth just the same. Her fist was next, snug in a cocoon of pussy. It squelched with the smallest movements, juices splashing her thighs. All the while, the ghost kept playing with her boobs.

"H-hey, I've got these," Leah said and shoved her face into one boob, angling its nipples to her mouth. The other hand stopped, "No... keep going. Please?" The ghost seemed hesitant, then its touch returned, this time on Leah's pussy. She acquiesced and pulled out, her snatch slurping on her hand the whole way. Then it was replaced not by fingers, but what felt like a tongue. Oh god, the spirit was eating her out. She put the other hand to work on her neglected cock.

The warmth returned and doubled. Why, she wondered. She wasn't serving a customer, therefore the 'curse', or 'spell' or whatever it was, shouldn't activate. Yet, she felt it deep in her gut. A roiling sensation of growth. Along with a sudden rush of bliss. Leah fell onto her back, which arched to fit the new height of her ass. Her breast, the one not bound or held, rolled off her torso like a water balloon. Or an overfilled condom. They must weigh a ton. She should be uncomfortable, even as she came on a ghost's tongue, yet nothing disturbed her ecstasy.

If anything, the weight made it better. She grunted at a sharp pain, which faded back into pleasure. Her breasts grew. The bottom tier struggled with their bondage. Milk soaked through the cloth. Leah bit into her teat and held it in her mouth as she pushed the torture device away. Free to release as they wished, milk pooled around Leah as she drank more. Her cock throbbed in her hand and pre-cum spilled like a busted faucet.

"Leah! What're you doing in there? We need you out here."

-Carmen-

Carmen fell back at the sudden shout. Her tongue tingled with the juices on it, which dried and dripped on her cheeks. She looked around in stunned silence, panting and aroused. What did she do? Unlike her, Leah was already in motion. She put her clothes back on, proper as she could in her current state and went to leave, face betraying no worry over what her appearance might do.

"Shit!" Carmen lunged for her bag and tugged the Futa Note. One small addition; 'only Carmen will notice anything wrong with Leah's appearance'. The calligraphy was awful, but the book didn't care. By the lack of screams, it worked in time.

"I never expected that from you," Ryuka giggled as she floated in view, "What next?"

Carmen glanced at her and said nothing. She wiped her face and rinsed out her mouth, but the tang of Leah's pussy stuck with her. That was stupid. She shouldn't have done that, or been in the bathrooms to begin with. If not for her ridiculous body, then everything would've been fine. Instead, she lost control again. Even worse, she was seconds from going even further.

"I'm leaving."