Growing Together Ch. 05

Back to Alisa. Back to her beautiful, futanari girlfriend whose cock was almost twice its old size now. Back to the dick that had fucked her nearly every night for four months. Made her cum more than she could count. And now it was a monster.

"Stop it!" Bianca snapped, though it was impossible to prevent her loins from expressing their need. Her clean panties were quickly inundated in her fluids, which seemed eager to do the same to her denim shorts. She pulled on her socks and shoes, and stuffed everything into her bag. Bianca paused at the lingerie set she'd bought, sighing forlornly at the fact that she wouldn't be able to wear it after her growth spurt. Although it did look bigger than the rest of her purchases.

She checked its label and arched an eyebrow. Somehow, whether by fate or accident or an unconscious knowledge that she wouldn't be able to help herself, Bianca had bought one with a J cup bra. The thong was elastic, so it would fit without problem. Not that they'd be used that day, or perhaps ever if Alisa remained celibate because of the curse. Bianca wanted to at least surprise her with something other than a pair of massive tits.

"Fuck it," Bianca sighed and stripped off, groaning at the sight of her drenched underwear, then pulled on the skimpy set. The bra was slightly too small on her, causing her bosom to overflow the cups, but it was comfortable enough. The lace patterns concealed her hidden nipples from sight, while offering glimpses to her broad areola. The thong slipped into place, earning a moan as it pressed against her lips.

The garter belt and stockings fit just fine. When she was finished, Bianca licked her lips at the sight in her mirror. Her too large breasts desperately tried to escape their prison, only adding to the sheer scope of the lace bra. The floral patterns drew her eye, though they weren't necessary, as her size would more than entice her lover. She turned around and peered at the reflection of her captivating ass, which looked even bigger as it all but devoured the lacy thong.

Alisa wouldn't be able to resist such a sight on a normal day. She'd be like a feral wolf smelling a female in heat now. Bianca shook her head, trying to escape the image of herself being taken doggy style, and put her clothes back on. Hopefully, there'd be plenty of chances like that in the future. For now, she focused on getting everything packed away.

Bianca sighed and headed into the bathroom. Showering was out of the question; even cold the water would just fan the flames of her smouldering lust. She grabbed her toothbrush and went to work, glad to have something mundane that her changes couldn't ruin. On the first brush, Bianca realised that her body could, indeed, ruin it. With every motion of her arm, her breasts shook and swayed in response. She sighed, but grinned; at least her morning routine was more interesting now.

Finally, with all the distractions over and her bag packed, Bianca returned downstairs. They piled into the car and, with a small joke about seatbelt safety, they were off. It would be about two hours before they reached her dorm. Two hours and she'd be back with Alisa. Bianca settled into the seat and stared out the window. Maybe Alisa would come up with something by then?

"Just stay down, goddammit!" Alisa almost shouted at her cock. She'd given it an inch and it took full advantage, feeding on her perpetual lust to resume its daunting erection. Only half an hour had passed since her ice-cold bath, yet it was no less impetuous. She repressed a shiver and sipped at her hot chocolate, briefly distracting herself with the warmth and taste washing across her chilled insides. Then her dick jerked in its cloth prison like a dog whining for attention.

She now wore sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt. Despite Summer's imminent approach, the weather was akin to an Autumn day with unwelcome gusts of wind and clouds hanging overhead. Alisa sat, once more, at her desk with the same document before her. She had cleaned off her earlier load, which she doubted helped maintain her strict conduct. Now it was as if it'd never happened.

Save for the vastly more noticeable bulge in her pants and the distinct odour of her cum hanging in the air, a scent that seemed to follow her no matter where she went now. She could understand why, after all the beds were still soaked in the stuff and she hadn't dared wash herself for fear of triggering her climax. Her libido wasn't on a hair trigger, yet, and Alisa had no desire to test herself.

Her progress into correlating her data was as slow as before. Only a few more sentences graced her screen, each with a large focus on the way her recent orgasm had felt. Alisa scowled at the display, trying to ignore her prick, while she ran through every possible theory that might help them. None worked as she played them out in her mind. They were either too risky or simply absurd. She almost contemplated surgery to remove her genitals and, by extension, her risk of growth. But, again, that was absurd. Even then it didn't guarantee a solution.

She folded her arms and rested her head on the makeshift pillow. After more than a day of contemplation, she was no closer to figuring this curse out. All she knew was that every orgasm made her grow and the longer she waited, the greater that growth would be. There were no other visible changes, nor any internal ones - aside from her amped up cum production - that she could discern.

A sudden vibration snapped her back straight. Alisa's eyes flew to her phone and saw a text from Bianca. Dread washed over her, knowing that her girlfriend had likely succumbed like she had. She picked up the device and read the message.

What would you think if my boobs were bigger than my body?

Alisa's eyes went wide at the question. Not simply because of the implications it held, but also for how it brought her desire surging to life. She was a T&A lover, that was no secret, especially curves that dwarfed her hands. It just made them seem bigger than life. Bianca's had been just those, fitting perfectly into her fantasies. But there was always that notion in the back of her head; what if they were bigger? And, even further behind that; what if they were bigger than me?

Alisa doubted that anyone who had seen or heard about drawings of women with those insane proportions could deny the intrigue of it. The thought of seeing something so outside of normalcy in physical form was fascinating, enough that even she, a biology and medicine student, was captivated by it. How would it feel just to lay on top of boobs that huge?

"Dammit, Anca," Alisa cursed, then laughed aloud. She knew Bianca had looked up porn featuring futanari since they met, inevitably stumbling upon the more insane stories people wrote. It was their first exposure to breasts that were larger than life. They had laughed at the time, but Alisa couldn't get those images out of her head. And she was certain that Bianca couldn't either. But was it really something Bianca wanted, or was it her cursed libido talking?

The futa set her phone down and laid her gaze upon the distinct shape of her cock. Its veins were large enough to show through the fabric, throbbing with every pump of her heart. She hated that she couldn't admire it properly, that she had to keep herself from stimulating it in any way possible. Alisa hooked her thumbs into her sweatpants and pulled them down, glimpsing her cock's rigid flesh.

She snapped the waistband back into place and jammed her hands under her legs. Any leverage her libido gained would be exploited, of that Alisa was utterly certain. Just the glance was enough to crack her control, bringing forth the idea of seeing herself grow and grow. Now she couldn't ignore it. Her mind was flooded by the visage of herself, sporting a cock that was on a perpetual growth spurt. Inch after inch turned to foot after foot, which turned to metre after metre.

"That's so wrong," Alisa muttered, leaning forward to rest her head on her desk, "I couldn't live my life if I did that... but what kind of a life would it be?" She muttered the words aloud, hoping that an answer, some thought that would reaffirm her resolution, would spring to life in her mind. There were none. All she could think about was how it would feel to let herself go.

Is that why Bianca asked that? She thought, turning to regard her phone. Could they beat this thing? Two days was all it took to get to this point, where Alisa was nearly always erect and where it took all she had to keep from masturbating, and her cock had more than doubled in size. It'd just be so much easier to say, 'fuck it'. There had to be a limit after all.

The teen grabbed her phone and let her thumb work. She didn't think about her words, merely tapped, then sent. No filter or edits. Alisa was a thinker, she liked to make sure what she did was right, unless she was in a moment of passion. That meant compiling her thoughts before sending a message, or at least making sure she didn't say anything she'd regret. Not this time, however. She got up and laid down on her bed.

Alisa heard her phone vibrate in response. She didn't make a move to look at it, however, deciding to remain prone and ponder the ceiling as if it had the answers she sought. How self-important must she look right now? The stray thought earned a short laugh. The well-endowed teen slung an arm over her eyes and let her breathing even out. Sleep would be her respite.

"Hmm, Anca..." Alisa murmured sleepily. Her night was restless, trying to stay still while getting comforting and avoiding any stimulation to her genitals was a nightmare in and of itself, and it was more than apparent now. The cursed teen's breathing gradually deepened and grew steady, "God... don't let this be a mistake."

Bianca stepped out from the car and slung her bag over her shoulder. A weekend away from the dorm and her girlfriend. Just forty-eight hours apart and it felt like an eternity. But the joy that she had anticipated at this moment was absent, replaced by trepidation and anxious lust. She looked back at her parents, who seemed completely unaware of her emotional state.

"Liz," Bianca said aloud, briefly savouring the name, "We can beat this thing. I'm sure of it." The text from just little more than an hour ago had her worried. Alisa was always the one between them that could think clearly no matter the situation, save for when she was intoxicated, and she seemed on the verge of giving up. Not that Bianca couldn't blame her when her thighs brushed against her pussy.

She paused when she stepped over the dorm threshold. This all started after that night when they got drunk, when they were walking home and slighted someone. Alisa kept calling this thing a curse. Bianca frowned and tried to remember that night. If all of this was basically magic, then they must've done something to a witch or someone like that.

There was that old woman... Bianca's eyes widened in realisation. She sped up to her and Alisa's dorm room, heart racing with excitement at the revelation. If they had a lead, then they could track her down. After that, they'd apologise, and everything would be fine.

"Liz! I think you'll want...!" Bianca paused when she all but barrelled into their room, slinging her bag onto the floor, and turned to see that her girlfriend was on her bed, asleep. The unconscious state did nothing to impede her most notable addition since they last saw each other, "Oh fuck, Liz..." Bianca licked her lips and cooed when her nipples tried to escape her lacy bra.