Growing Together Ch. 02

Her phone snapped another picture. Bianca tried to twist her body around to face it, wanting Alisa to see what must have been a near lust-crazed expression on her face, though knew her features would be the last thing her girlfriend would look at. A third finger slipped in with surprising ease, stretching her walls wide and sending echoes of ecstasy through her. She couldn't help but moan at the sensation.

Bianca tentatively prodded at her already taxed entrance with her fourth finger. Her pussy hardly protested to her awe, as it all but swallowed the digit and radiated a needful warmth throughout her body, mixing with the bolts of pleasure. Was this really going to happen? She wondered and glanced to her camera, hearing it take another image. How clearly did it capture her poor, strained cunt? Would Alisa be able to see it clearly?

Would Alisa masturbate at the thought of her girlfriend doing something so shocking? Bianca groaned throatily and folded her thumb against her palm, then pushed with an incessant desire. Her mouth gaped open, eyes snapping wide as she felt herself spreading inexorably wider and wider. She should be questioning how this was possible. Bianca had only been fisted once before and that was by Alisa, whose tiny hands were ideal for such a thing, but never again after that. Was she really that horny?

She could feel her juices leaking around her sinking hand and drool down her thighs. Her fingers met her cervix, forcing her to curl them and elicit a sharp cry from her lips. This was unlike anything she'd felt before. So full. Her pussy was stretched so wide. She could feel every inch of her canal gripping her fist, massaging it, almost seeming to pull it in. Bianca's free hand darted to her engorged clit.

The phone took another picture, but went totally ignored. Bianca felt her orifice clamp down around her wrist, telling her that she was completely inside. She had fisted herself. As if she couldn't believe it, Bianca unclenched her hand and immediately screamed as an orgasm of indefinable magnitude shook her. It felt like a series of explosions went off one after another, blazing a trail across her body straight to her brain. Once there, the world dimmed as her eyes rolled in their sockets. Her legs gave out and fell to the bed with a loud thump.

Bianca twitched in the aftermath, inadvertently thrusting her still buried hand and prolonging her mind shattering ecstasy. She laid there for minutes, basking in the constant bliss of her climax. Bianca rolled onto her back when she had enough sense to do so, then extracted her hand from her snatch with a somehow reluctant pop. She couldn't help but hook two fingers from each hand in her hole, pulling it apart to show how far it gaped, and giggled at the sensation of being so open. When she'd had her fill of being spread so wide, Bianca brought her dirtied hand up to her face.

It was covered in her juices. From the tips of her fingers to her wrist, her cum glistened enticingly on her skin. Bianca, her mind saturated with lust, almost thought it was Alisa's. She extended her tongue and lapped along a finger, cleaning it of cum as she had done for Alisa after so many nights together, groaning at the tangy-sweet flavour. A giggle fluttered in her chest as the thought of her lover quickly soaked her pussy once again.

This time, Bianca was too focused on her pleasure to care about self-control. She passed almost an hour fingering herself to orgasm after orgasm, ignoring her own cries and how the bed creaked under her bucking hips, until her mind finally gave out. The curvaceous brunette laid atop her sheets, her sweat coated naked body splayed out, with an immensely satisfied smirk on her face.

Her phone had a setting to stop snapping pictures after being inactive for too long. She had made it so that it would send all pictures to her single, favourited contact; Alisa.

"Thank god," Alisa sighed as she finally pulled on her jeans. Getting dressed was a nightmare; her cock was so sensitive to even the slightest touch that she had to pinch herself every other second. Her nipples were strangely normal, though. Sensitive, yes, but nothing extraordinary. She didn't dare test her pussy, however. The entirety of her skin was oddly more delicate to the touch now, thankfully not to the point that she risked getting an erection just from her clothes, but enough to distract her. Her phone pined for her attention with a series of vibrations.

She picked it up and immediately wished she hadn't. Bianca was sending her pictures almost every second, all of them of her on a bed, knees spread and pussy on full display, then she was fingering herself, adding more and more until she was fist deep. Alisa felt her cock immediately jump to a full erection and her nipples poke out of her shirt. A moan vibrated deep in her chest.

The pictures kept coming, showing Bianca's prolific juices as they doused her thighs. Alisa frowned in annoyance, wondering why she had never made her squirt before, but was distracted as she noticed a change in the pictures. She quickly unlocked her phone and opened her gallery, cycling through the images even as more came in. It was clear that her girlfriend was cumming hard in the later photos, as her face contorted into a sculpture of ecstasy and her juices gushed from her snatch.

And with each rise to her apparent pleasure, Bianca's body changed. Alisa shoved all thoughts of her own desires aside, or as much as she was capable, and stared, confounded, as her lover's ass visibly expanded and her breasts bunched up against the bed below. The pictures finally came to an end with Bianca on her back. Her breasts were visibly larger by at least an inch.

Alisa set her phone down in shock and looked down at herself. Her cock bulged out her jeans, throbbing in desperation to cum after several hours of being ignored. She sat down on her bed, groaning at the sensations of her jeans rubbing at her turgid prick, and clenched her jaw uncertainly. Only two possibilities faced her. One; she and Bianca were somehow experiencing a violent growth spurt. Two; she and Bianca were growing with every orgasm. Neither seemed impossible after yesterday.

She could eliminate one of those possibilities, though. Alisa awkwardly walked into the kitchen as her cock struggled to escape, but her belt kept it uncomfortably under wraps, then walked back to bed after finding a tape measure. With a deep breath, she dropped her pants and released her dick to the world. It bounced in the air as if overjoyed to be free.

"Okay," Alisa exhaled slowly and steeled herself as she looked down upon her member. The head seemed so much more swollen than she expected, a deeper purple than normal and her shaft perceptibly pulsed in tandem with her pounding heart. She extended the tape measure and placed it against her tumescent prick, biting her lip as the cold metal met her unwieldly sensitive flesh.

"S... seven inches long," Alisa noted and quickly found something to write it down on, "And now..." She took another deep, soothing inhale and turned the measure horizontal, "Two inches wide. Hmm," Alisa couldn't help but moan as her fingers inadvertently brushed against her cock, the sensation urging her to rub just under her sensitive tip.

Alisa snapped herself free with a sharp pinch at her frenulum. She hunched forward and panted in agony, clutching at her thighs to keep from touching her cock. The tape measure fell to the floor. There was no time to fool around, she thought with a glance to her alarm clock; 10:40. She had to be at the exam in twenty minutes. Mock or real, Alisa couldn't afford to miss a test.

"Sorry," she sulked, watching as her cock rapidly went flaccid after such intense pain. Alisa quickly stuffed it back into her jeans and rushed about her room, gathering everything she needed. Her dick ached where she had pinched it, but remained dormant. Now she could only hope that it would stay flaccid throughout the exam as she power walked to the exam hall. She would figure it all out later.

Alisa took her seat at the back. Her fellow students were all present, murmuring amongst each other and exchanging last minute tips, and the invigilator stood at the front to oversee them all. She sighed in relief when she finally relaxed her tense muscles, pulling out her pen and water bottle. All she had to do was finish this exam and get back to her room, then she could ascertain which of her theories were true. Her body flushed at the thought of what that meant.

"Okay, just focus," Alisa whispered to herself and fixed her gaze straight forward onto the invigilator, who began checking off names on a clipboard. They then walked around, setting test papers face-down in front of the students. Alisa noticed that it was a woman this time, one that clearly took care of themselves, as their lithe figure practically sauntered amongst the desks. The futa moved a hand to the desk's edge and gripped it tightly.

The invigilator finished at Alisa. She decided to use the student's desk to finish her final check, bending forward and causing her shirt to fall slightly, revealing a sizable, braless set of breasts to Alisa. The student gulped audibly and tried to avert her gaze, however her lust held her in place, forcing her to stare upon such a tempting view and urge her cock to harden. Any attempt to look away simply resulted in her eyes snapping back. Was she really that helpless against her own desires?

"Something wrong?" The invigilator inquired, noticing a blush on Alisa's face.

"Y-yeah... sorry, just had a long walk and not a whole lot of time," Alisa laughed it off, despite the unrest in her mind. This exam wasn't important. Just a mock. She could blow it off and still probably ace the year. So what was the harm in enjoying the view? She gripped her desk harder, biceps growing taut as her muscles tensed. Perhaps she should just test her theory right here and get it over with.

"Ah, I get it. They always do that to students here. I remember when..." Alisa tuned her out. Not intentionally. Her mind simply couldn't find the will to care for the words when she could bask in this woman's cleavage. They look soft, Alisa thought, and her nipples are probably juicy. Her mouth went dry as she licked her lips nervously. A grimace settled on her face at the feeling of her cock lurching in her panties.

The invigilator caught the expression and frowned, "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes... I-I'm fine," Alisa replied through her clenched jaw, "Can we start the exam, please? I, uh... I have somewhere I need to be."

"Of course." Alisa exhaled her unconsciously baited breath and relaxed her arms. That was no doubt the biggest hurdle of the day. Smooth sailing from here, she thought optimistically. The exam started. Immediately, the hall was filled with the sounds of papers turning and pens scratching furiously at paper. Alisa went to follow suite, reaching for the exam paper, but froze as her thigh brushed against her sensitive tip. Her eyes went wide as she realised that her panties must have slipped.

Ordinarily, this wouldn't be an issue. Alisa would ignore her member and continue with her day until she could properly situate it properly, but she rarely had to deal with an erection at those times. Let alone one so sensitive that she felt ready to explode just from her foreskin peeling back. Must be because she denied herself again, Alisa ascertained. How the hell was she going to escape this room without cumming in her jeans? Even as concern suffused her thoughts, her leg, unbidden, bounced in place.

"Fuck," Alisa groaned and lowered her head, grinding her teeth together. Pleasure radiated from her crotch, spreading like wildfire across her nerves to burn her self-control to ashes. Her knuckles turned white as they gripped her desk. She cast her eyes around the room and noticed a couple of her classmates looking back at her, gazes somehow casting flames of embarrassment from across the room to her face. Her cheeks could have warmed a heatless home with ease.

She noticed her classmates' mouths move and their eyes glance to one another. What were they talking about? Her? Wait, why were they talking during an exam? Alisa shook her head and looked back at them, finding that they were all facing directly forward, not even sparing a moment to glimpse their surroundings it seemed.

"Get a hold of yourself, Alisa," she hissed at herself under her breath and ground her teeth together, freezing her traitorous leg with pure will. She pressed her pen against paper as she scanned through the question. But stopped short, however, as her concentration shattered when her leg, ever the turncoat, once again bounced and wrested a moan from her lips, "Fuck." She noticed everyone's eyes turn to her and clapped a hand over her mouth.

"... sorry," Alisa blushed and bit her lip as her cock pulsed against her leg. Their stares lingered on her for a moment longer, before shifting back to their papers, leaving her to stew in her lust. She tensed every muscle in her body and began scribbling on her exam, answering questions to the best of her ability. For all of five minutes, before her mind strayed from her desired path and stumbled into the arms of desire. She groaned as she read back her most recent answer; 'Wanna cum. I need to cum. I want to fuck Bianca...'

Alisa looked up and around again, catching the eyes of a few students. They were watching her, gazes unblinking and unflinching. She averted her own stare, and yet their judging expressions were lodged in her head. Even if they hadn't looked so disapproving, they were thinking it. She was certain. Alisa's lips parted to try and regain her breath, respiring deeply and slowly, before glimpsing her classmates once more. They were all looking in her direction now.

Why? Did she make a noise? Could they see her cock? Alisa's eyes tore away from the others and fixed down upon her jeans, seeing an ostentatious bulge in her crotch. The sun would have felt ice cold against the supernova of her cheeks.

She should leave. Leave and hide away in her room, work on an explanation, then pretend it never happened. That could work, Alisa thought. And yet, despite knowing better, she remained in place. Almost as if she were frozen. Rather, her legs were utterly incapable of moving. She raised her eyes and quickly fixed them on her desk once again; everyone, including the invigilator, was gawking at her. They could see.

Was there a point in hiding it anymore? Alisa noticed her breathing grow shallow and tightened her grip even further, with one hand at least. The other brazenly disobeyed her thoughts and slowly, as if unaware it had been discovered, moved across her leg until it came to a rest against her crotch. Alisa unlatched her other hand and turned it into a fist, sinking her nails deep and hard into her palm. Sharp pain sliced through her and, for a moment, she felt control return. Then it dissipated as her cock throbbed against her treacherous hand.

This wasn't happening. She couldn't be about to masturbate in front of these people. Alisa had been careful all her life to hold her secret close, only letter a rare few know about it, let alone see it. She could recall her time in kindergarten, being teased and picked on by narrow-minded brats. Middle school was no better, as she had still been pitifully naïve back then, and even fewer people understood. She finally learned her lesson in high school and only let her closest friends, those she knew she could trust -- who knew about other embarrassing things, like her dirty turn-ons -- in on the secret. A couple even became her girlfriends for a brief time.

Alisa never let strangers know about her.

Then why was she rubbing at her cock now? In public. With so many eyes on her, none of them seeming to so much as blink or glance away. Were they waiting for something? If so, then what? Alisa knew it was a rhetorical question. The answer was obvious. As easily seen as the sun at its apex on a summer day.

"Stop looking..." Alisa panted, barely holding back a moan as her palm pushed down on a particularly sensitive spot. No one heeded her words, "...fuck." She gasped. Why was she so warm? Her clothes felt so stuffy, as if she were trapped in a stiflingly hot room without air conditioning. Everyone was staring at her crotch so maybe... Alisa couldn't silence the thought, even as she desperately tried to reason her way out of her situation.

"They won't care," she whispered to herself and, finally regaining command of her dastardly hand, used both to pulling her shirt up and off. Her small breasts popped into the air, encased in her tiny bra, small peaks jutting through her underwear, with a sigh of relief. The air felt great against her skin, like a lover's caress. Alisa bit her lip and reached back to unclasp her bra. She slid her arms through the straps and leaned back, cooing in pleasure from her newfound freedom.

"What a slut..." someone giggled, detracting from Alisa's joy.

"Yeah... if that is a 'she'."

Alisa let her focus return to the room. Everyone was still gawking at her as she expected, but they were clearly mocking her, or expecting something it seemed. Did they want her to strip all the way? The thought took hold, forcing her to stand despite her mortification. A collective gasp rang through the students. Alisa clenched her eyes shut and waited for the inevitable insults.

"Doesn't 'she' look kinda big?" One girl unashamedly inquired to her neighbour. Alisa cracked one eye open and found that everyone around her was female. Surely a few guys had been present just moments before? Her thought quickly dissipated.

"Yeah, who'd have thought, right?" Another girl agreed. Alisa turned her gaze to the speaker, finding that she was leaning forward, hunger in her eyes. Were they all bi? Alisa wondered, glancing about the room and met only lustful, expectant stares.

"Strip! Strip! Strip!" Alisa's eyes shot to the front, where the invigilator leaned against her desk with one arm raised, pumping in tandem with her chant. The others quickly fell in line and joined her, urging the revealed futa to disrobe. Alisa felt her breathing grow shallow and her cheeks burn hotly yet again. She opened her mouth to dissuade their chorus of 'strip!', and instead let out a high-pitched gasp as her thumbs hooked into her jeans. Her head shook back and forth in denial, despite her body's refusal to listen.

"Yeah, do it!"

Alisa tried to lock her muscles, to keep herself from confirming their suspicions. If she stopped and ran now, maybe they would forget about it? Or misremember the bulge in her pants, or... her mind froze as she felt her jeans bundle around her ankles and heard a new, far more amazed gasp ring through the crowd. Alisa didn't want to look down. She wanted to keep her head facing directly forward, close her eyes and pretend that none of this was happening. For it couldn't be. Not to her.

And yet, for all her effort, her head tilted forward and her eyes took in the sight of her naked cock. It had never looked so humiliating, jutting from her crotch in a mockery of her soft, feminine figure. Her hips were shamed by its immense size, her flesh covered tip peeking through her foreskin as if to survey the throngs of girls watching. Alisa ripped her gaze away, eyes widening in horror, as she saw that the exam hall was now packed. How hadn't she heard so many people enter?

Had she been that enamoured by her own dick? She went to cover herself with her hands, despite knowing they would do little to hide her throbbing member and heavy balls. Even so, she never had the chance to attempt it, as her conniving hand from before wooed its sister over. They strayed to her cock, but didn't shield it from the prying eyes all around her. No. One wrapped around her shaft and gave it a single long, languid pump, as the other cupped her balls. Alisa hunched forward as a lurid moan escaped her.