Futanari Notebook Ch. 33

"I am," Rachel said and followed her, large eyes peering up through lashes, glimmering with possibility and lust, "Write my name. Make me a futa."

"It's permanent."

"So what?" Rachel forced her back to the desk, suddenly in command as she pressed closer, "I know you're gay, but don't deny that girls with cocks turns you on. The moment I mentioned it, you got harder. So come on, give me something you find hot. Make me your little fuck toy if you want."

Carmen cracked a nervous smile, "I thought you didn't like being small?"

"I don't like being this height and so skinny. If I'm gonna be flat, then I should've been shorter. Hmm, I wouldn't mind being your personal loli."

"Isn't that illegal?"

"I'm eighteen. It's just appearances for us. Or are you into a little roleplay?" Rachel prodded, eyes thinning seductively, then she turned and pressed her back against Carmen, taking her hands and pulling them around herself, "I'm the reason something awful happened to you and Stacy. Let me satisfy you."

"It wasn't your fault. Gretchen would've found out and done something worse," Carmen said, trying to keep control, but she waged a losing battle. She felt Rachel's heat against her crotch, the hairs on her head rubbing her chest through clothes, and her hands found Rachel's own nipples had hardened. This wasn't just a bid for atonement, but a genuine desire.

"Maybe, but I want this. You want it too," Rachel said, breath coming heavier as Carmen's arousal swelled further.

"I thought about using it on you," Carmen admitted, leaning lower and putting her lips against Rachel's ear. The petite girl shuddered from her breath, "I wondered about making you into a brainless puppet, or some uncontrollable monster. Even a human-sized dick."

Rachel chuckled and cooed as Carmen nipped her earlobe, "What about tentacles? You almost went full hentai, just missing those."

"You're such a pervert," Carmen said and teased the girl's nipples. Her tongue rolled traced a tendon on Rachel's neck, coming around like a serpent entrapping its prey.

"Yes, I am," Rachel sighed and tilted her head, gasping as bruising kisses rained down, "So, what're you waiting for? Hurry up and use those things on me. I'm giving you full consent, and I'm not drunk."

"I don't know," Carmen moved her mouth over Rachel's cheeks toward her lips, "Let me taste just to make sure." She devoured Rachel, tongue rushing in and sampling every square inch in its reach. The smaller muscle went to combat it, but was dominated just as fast. Hot breaths rushed from their noses. Rachel reached up, then moaned as her wrists were held tight, captive in Carmen's power. Her legs were pushed apart by Carmen's knee, which pressed into the crotch of her pants and rubbed at the spreading dampness.

When they separated, Rachel was flushed and left gasping for air. Carmen remained composed, her eyes alight, but she breathed evenly as she reached back for the book. Grazing its cover, a tingle spread from her fingers, down into her loins and pushed her cock against Rachel's back. The redhead sank to her knees and turned around, hands climbing for the futa's waistband.

"You write. I'll start apologising," Rachel said and pulled. A smile crept along her face as, inch by inch, Carmen's prick was unleashed. The head snapped up and smacked her chin, foreskin peeling back as more blood flooded in. She raised it like a divine idol and licked from the base, tongue nestled deep into the nook of skin between cock and scrotum, all the way up. Carmen leaned on her desk and grabbed the book, obscuring Rachel as the redhead opened wide.

Opening the page, Carmen moaned as a dank heat enshrouded her glans. She held pencil to paper and started writing, her lust whispered sweet nothings, shaped her words, and Rachel by extension, until she was ready to write the name. In that short time, over half her dick was warmed and coated, the other half throbbed in envy. Then, as the final 's' was written in Rachel's name, the redhead lurched forward with a retch and moan. Glistening eyes met Carmen as she put the book away.

Rachel held her place. All that moved was her mouth and throat, both working over the slab of meat buried inside. Her tongue undulated along the belly, her spit overflowed down her chin, while she swallowed, gullet tightening in rhythmic undulations. Pre-cum spilled and coated her oesophagus, strings of it formed as she pulled back. She pushed her lips out, trying to keep every inch that she could and formed a lewd vacuum with her face. It came free with a wet pop and stood, hard as stone.

"It's bigger," Rachel said and gathered the viscous strings hanging from her lips, a mixture of pre-cum and her own spit, then shovelled the load back in. She made a big show of it, moaning at the flavours, before a gasp and shudder rocked her body.

"Oh god. What the fuck?" She crammed a hand down her pants, muscles working as she pleasured herself. A moan rumbled deep in her chest and vibrated through her mouth, into Carmen's prick that she took back inside. The transformation had its way with her as she sucked, her body slowly morphing into what Carmen desired and, through it all, Rachel moaned, slurped and panted. She bobbed to and fro, throat opening for the cock as she crammed it into herself. Her own grew in the meantime.

"Stop," Carmen said and pushed her away, then motioned for the bed, "I want to watch this."

Rachel nodded and walked over. Every step launched another shard of pleasure in her body. She pulled at her clothes, became baggier on her frame until they all but slid off, except her underwear that struggled more every second. Glancing down, Rachel gasped and pulled at her training bra. She'd never needed anything more for her tiny bosom, yet now mounds were blooming where a flat plain once sat. They weighed on her and jiggled as she walked. As did her ass. So preoccupied, she didn't notice its change until she sat down.

"Oh my god!" Rachel gasped and fell to her back, new breasts heaving as they tried rolling over the sides. She arched her lower back, thighs parting as meat packed on, and her pussy drooled like a starving beast. The clit engorged into a ping pong ball, while the skin above morphed into foreskin and filled with new veins and tubes.

Carmen stood just a foot away. She stroked her drool slathered cock to the sight, grinning as she waited for Rachel to notice the other surprise. Second after second, Rachel's breasts swelled into a natural set of bowling balls, made even larger given her shorter body, while her ass outshone them as it bellowed out in all directions. A sack of loose skin crept over her fattened cunt, gradually filling with testicles that surpassed tennis balls and still grew. They had to match the looming shaft. It fell under its own weight and slapped Rachel's chest.

It was excessive. Unnecessary. A behemoth that didn't belong on her body. On Zoey, such a size made a modicum of sense given her stature, but for Rachel it might as well be a third leg. Still it grew and bumped her chin. As it passed her eye-level, she finally noticed another change. Her legs no longer draped as far off the bed.

"Stand up," Carmen said and helped her up. The cock plummeted and slapped against Carmen's chest, the head level to her breasts, but that changed as Rachel's final change took hold.

"You bitch," Rachel laughed and cradled her humongous shaft with tiny hands. At its end, Rachel was forced to tilt her head far back just to look past her girlfriend's immense rack. Despite her new height of 4'2'', she sported curves porn stars spent thousands on, most to disappointing results. Not under the Futa Note's power.

Carmen sat down and hefted her tiny friend onto her lap. Plush ass cheeks swallowed her thighs and squeezed her cock, which nestled between the pert mountains. It dribbled pre-cum over them, which she rubbed in, cooing at the soft yet resilient flesh. She sank down and moved her hands to Rachel's breasts, inspecting the book's handiwork. Buoyant and smooth, capped by plump areolae and nipples, and so deliciously soft, Carmen sank her fingers in. She opened them wide and, as if responding to her thoughts, the cock leapt up. It was snatched between them.

"Oh! Fuck, that's... it feels so good," Rachel gasped and stroked the base.

"Of course it does," Carmen said as she massaged the tits around Rachel's cock, "At this size, your nerves are compacted. Everything that felt good normally, will feel several times better. Hold them for me. But I suppose I should've added some caveats." As she spoke, Carmen lifted the balls aside and inspected the altered pussy, which had also swollen. She'd only written that Rachel's decreased mass would go to her genitalia. At least most of it went where intended.

"So, hmm, what now?" Rachel asked, rubbing her tits all over her shaft and using the pre-cum to go faster.

"Why don't you finish what you started? We'll go from there," Carmen said with a parting stroke along the plump vulva. Perhaps it was the Futa Note's influence, but she would claim that hole long before the day was out. It wasn't a question of if she should anymore. Rachel wanted this. She wanted it. There was no reason to refuse her urges here.

Rachel climbed off. She might've lost a foot of height, and her curves were exaggerated masterpieces, but otherwise her proportions were the same. She fell to her knees and opened wide for Carmen's cock, then frowned as she struggled to fit it in.

"I can't wait to feel your throat now," Carmen said and, bidding farewell to rational thought, pushed Rachel down.