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It was late at night. Very late at night. The last janitor clocked out and left the keys right where she figured they would be. Hyoka’s lab at home lacked such powerful magnifying devices as the equipment at school. She just had to sneak it at least once, to really get some extra work done. So there, in the darkness of the science classroom, the green haired girl quickly worked away at her chemicals and her insects, nearly about to discover something. Something much bigger than any discover before.

There were old hints left behind by professors greater than her. Hyoka had been following their blueprints. They left behind countless folders of perverted chemical compounds. The concoction that would cause a desire to breed was the first and easiest to make. A dab of the created fluid on her flies would cause a maniacal frenzy of extreme insect coupling. The act was rather intense, and drew her tired eyes to observe more closely than usual. That, and she had accidentally had a slight whiff of the stuff she was working on. That feeling pushed her to go further, to really discover what it was her sexual scientist forefathers left behind to be discovered again.

Quiet, completely quiet. It was Hyoka’s favorite sound, her favorite song when she was working. The ambience of the quiet hum of lights shining on her chemicals. Rattling test tubes clinking, their little bubbles boiling up under the heat of a burner. The microscopic thud of pliers holding a test tube securely. Hyoka treasured these songs. Though as she worked late into the night on very little sleep, little paranoia gasps suddenly broke out in her head, making her look over her shoulders for a glance. But no one was behind her more often than not.

It was midnight by now. She had been working for hours in the school’s chemical lab. She was getting close to something of a breakthrough at last. She hadn’t tested the newest batch; the flies in her cage she brought with her were pretty mild as far as docking was concerned, but she just knew this was the time. Her techniques were better, she had access to chemicals she could never use before thanks to a generous donation from some like-minded groups, and best of all; the potion turned pink.

Pink was a color of lust, clearly. Hearts were pink, and Hyoka heard rumors that hearts were associated with docking. What a lovely conclusion. She stirred the mixture in the tube, watching the bubbly pink concoction stumble out a nervous bundle of bubbles in little bursts. The burner illuminated the mostly dark lab, giving it a low blue hue. The night on the other side of the windows also offered a cup full of a fresh moonlight to try and fill her laboratory with a fair deal of light. Hyoka preferred the darkness, but there was just enough light to let her work. The moon was full outside, visible above the city skyline. Hyoka considered it a good omen.

A little swab of some sodium. Yes, perfect. Now some solid hydrogen… Of course, the decaying isotopes she was able to smuggle was pretty important too. Now she just needed to add a few more thin- A hand on her shoulder! Hyoka panicked and dropped a heap of the isotope into the concoction. She turned in a snap and was staring face to face with the president of the Decency Club. “Miss Anna…”

“Hyoka, was it?” Anna was garbed as she always was, her ever so formal school uniform. Her white hair seemed a little bit uncombed, but the rest of her was as fresh as could be. Her makeup was fair, her lips full, and her eyes were so bright and vibrantly blue that they seemed to glow in the cold dark room. Hyoka always felt like she was staring at her opposite, her clean, untired-eyed opposite. “I heard noises from the lab…” Anna grimaced. “I’m disappointed to see you sneaking into school so late at night! Whatever could it be that made you sneak into our school after hours!”

Our school, Hyoka thought. She says it that way to guilt me. “Miss Anna, I am very sorry to cause you concern. I just meant to come to this school to utilize your very impressive facilities. My research is often laborious, and requires additional time to truly make progress. I hope you understand, but my home does not have anything that can even compare to the facilities of this school. I had no choice but to sneak in, in order to continue my progress.”

“I see…” Anna nodded, turning her head down in thought, her hand on her chin. Then she looked up, an inquisitive raise of the brow. Hyoka already felt her heart sink. “So, what is it you are working on then? That potion there?” She looked over Hyoka’s shoulder to try and get a glance of the lightly pink glowing formula. It really was getting bright.

“That is umm… A…” What would she fall for? What was something that Anna would fall for? “A love potion…” It was pretty pink. And it did cause love, to some extent. Well, it would have before she added too much isotope. All that would do is encourage faster degradation of the effects. That’s what the glow was; the potion slowly giving off its effects in energy.

“A love potion?!” Anna seemed thrilled. “Ooh please, may I have some of what you have created?” Anna seemed thrilled, Hyoka’s observant eyes could see her legs turned inward, her thighs rubbed against each other, squishing up when they met. She looked like a maiden who met her dream husband.

“I wouldn’t suggest that.” Hyoka tilted her head, her expression never changing. “It could be dangerous in its unfinished state…”

“Please? I need it… So very bad! Just a few drops, and I’ll look the other way about your… arrangement here.”

Clever girl, our decency squad is a lot more indecent then one would believe. “I will not be held accountable for any mishaps.” Hyoka poured half the large test tube into a little bottle and handed it over to Anna. Anna was filled with glee, held the bottle close to her heart, and ran off. Hyoka assumed she now had immunity, and could sneak into the school whenever she wanted. If she was lucky, Anna might get poisoned and die. That’d be great.

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Alone in the meeting room after dark, Anna looked over the pink potion. Hyoka was still probably working away with whatever the rest of the potion was supposed to be for. That’s fine, if all she was doing was making love potions! What a great idea, too. Love potions. Anna had a man in her life who could really use a quick sip of a love potion, so that way he could finally see her for what she was! Someone who so purely loved him, that it was such a shame they were not already coupled! The idea just ran in her head over and over. Just one sip of the pink glowing potion, and he’d break down weeping that he hadn’t loved her sooner! Anna squealed, rubbing her crotch against the corner of her table.

She wheezed, sliding back into her office chair, panting. She couldn’t get too excited yet. She needed to test it. Hyoka sounded like she wasn’t sure if the potion worked or not, so before she accidentally poisoned her one true love, she needed to see if it actually worked. And if it actually poisoned her…well, we all made sacrifices for love. Anna turned the liquid over in the bottle, watching the pink fluid dance around the clear bottle.

Love was pure and would guide her. Nothing bad could befall her so long as her intentions were pure. She slid to the bottle’s tip to her lips, gently wrapping her mouth around the stout tip of the potion. She slid the bottle forward, and let the first couple drops slip into her maw. Hyoka did say that it would only take a few drops for the stuff to work; it was very, very strong stuff. The potion tasted terrible, no way around it, and yet somehow Anna couldn’t shake the feeling that underneath all the flavors of chemicals, she could detect the sweetest hint of strawberry.

It was awkward then, sitting in her seat, waiting for the feelings to overwhelm her. She shouldn’t have rushed her conversation with Hyoka. She should have really gotten everything out of the girl she needed to know, but then again the poor girl literally just made the potion, she probably had no idea if it would work or what the specifics of it would be. Pharmacies came to Anna’s mind, and how they need to test medicine like sixty thousand times before they can start saying side effects and how fast it works and what you shouldn’t take with it. Really, she was testing a new drug right now, wasn’t she?

There was a feeling in her. It was hard to describe. She was hoping what would come to mind when the potion set in, would be the sensations of her lover. She hoped her whole mind would be consumed even further by a need and desire for her lovely, adorable, perfect man, Tanukichi. Though, the potion did make her thoughts stay on him longer, and harder too! A hot sweat was overwhelming her; her face had gone completely hot. Her hand reached below the desk, and she tugged out her pair of Tanukichi’s underwear. Fabric brushed against her nostrils, her delicate doe nose rubbing against the soft fabric. And one little whiff, and her blushing face scrunched up into pleasure.

Whiffs turned to violently inhaling the scent of her lover, her adored. Her mind darted to her purer thoughts. Imagining him, inserting into her. She saw it too, her first one she ever saw from him! His big fat love rod permeated through her thoughts. Oh how she lusted to feel his love in her. How she would do anything for her REWARD! For his adoration, his love. She wanted every inch of him. His sweat, blood, and love. She would swallow it all. Anna squirmed in her seat, her hands darting up and down her legs, rubbing into those little sensitive regions along her shapely legs. Pressing roughly into her inner thighs always sent her into a little frenzy, but this time it felt more intense. Her panties were soaked through. W-was she squirting already?! Some nights it took hours to work her up so much she would soak through, but with the potion in her veins, she was blasting her feminine love juices like a crushed juice box.

All the excitement was incredible. Her fingers never felt so incredible against her loins. She huffed out in heavy breaths, her left hand darting up to her hefty chest. Her breast was aching for attention, her nipples having grown so hard she could feel them through her thick coat, past her designer brassiere. It felt so good. She squeezed tight into her bouncy flesh, letting out a moan. Just touching her breasts was never so incredible, but now it left her completely breathless. She was gasping for breath like she just emerged back out from the ocean.

Her head was thrown back, her face turned upwards to the ceiling. Her mind felt like pudding. She spread her legs as far apart as they would go, hoisting her feet up on the table. She dove both hands beneath her large skirt, which mostly fell to the side exposing her face like a lion’s mane. She dragged her hands in hard, nail rakes, tearing into herself, trying to get access. The chair she was on fell backwards when she bucked her legs. She didn’t feel any pain from falling backwards. She was far too focused.

On the table, her skirt was quickly tossed. Her panties went wherever it was panties went when they were tossed off in some hurry. Her fingers found her bare hairless loins leaking. They were pristine, and glittered with the purity of her love juices. She gasped, “I-I’ve never leaked so much love juice before!” She drew a glassy breath. This really was a love potion if it made her love juices soak out so much! Nothing ever made her so wet. Her fingers drew out from her warmth between her legs, soaking, dripping wet with that shimmering purity. She drew it to her mouth, and greedily licked at her chastity. It tasted better than ever.

Desperate, she found Tanukichi’s underwear and took a hard drag on that delicious smell. She gasped so harshly, it filled the room with sound of her, besides the wet smacking that was her fingers slapping into her. Her tongue hung loose from her thick lips. She threw her head back, her legs curled up, her back against the carpet of the student council room. She screamed as she came, breathing hard out, absorbing the delicious scent of her absolute love, her object of every desire.

There was something more to it all. It was an ache she felt in her loins. It was ache she hasn’t felt since she was young, that familiar deep muscle ache of growth. She groaned out, the pain too much to stay silent. It was hard to tell the difference between her groans and moans. Pain and lust mixed together, similar tones in the same chord. The drool ran down her lips. Her fingers that dragged into her loins found something growing along her hand. She grabbed around it, and started to just thrust her hand against it.

That only encouraged it. The growth started to do as it was doing; grow. It grew and grew. First taller, than thicker, than taller again. The girth was soft in her hands, but hot. The heat spread through her palms, leaving them clammy. She thrush her hand down again, with the girth firmly held between her fingers. She groaned out in pleasure greater than she had even before. She drew a finger to find her slit from her free hand, but her journey was interrupted by a sac with two rather large balls. She caressed this instead, soliciting more moans.

She was mindlessly happy. She had found it, she found the very next of purity in love. This, this was the absolute. Her love juice from her love rod was thick, sticky, and pumped out to the beat of love. She drew the underwear against her nose and gave it a hard inhale as she came from her new addition. The paste dripped down out from her tip, plastering her thighs in the stuff. She cackled, taking handfuls of the stuff and sipping on it to test for flavor. This was it. This was pure, pure, love.

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The walk up to main campus was arduous. As was tradition, Ayame felt the need to torture him with the oddest jokes she could manage every step of the way. Tanukichi was almost used to it, and honestly that was a bit unsettling. Of course, one does not get used to Ayame that easily. She still had a few surprises up her skirt. “Really, going to school is a lot like trying to fuck that girl who’s always miles away. That’s why graduation is so satisfying.” Ayame said, grinning, pretty satisfied with her observation. Most of her dirty jokes were observations that really, really didn’t need to be said. And he loved them.

They were hardly through the door before the pair were called to the student council meeting room. It wasn’t termed as urgent, but it certainly wasn’t something they had a choice on in the matter. They were tugged along to the meeting room. Inside was Anna, waiting patiently, chewing on a salad with a thick ranch dressing. Ayame adjusted her thick glasses while Tanukichi just stared forward. There she was, the girl of her dreams turned maiden of nightmares. The fairest woman she desired for so long, his lust for a pure life, was crazed she-demon with a tendency to rape, and make Ayame laugh as hard as she could at the double standard.

“My friends! Do take a seat! I called you all hear for a spot of brunch, and to discuss matters of the school.” Anna smiled, licking some of the dressing from her lips. Tanukichi always counted himself lucky when her stares never stayed on him too long. He felt uncomfortable with those lusty eyes trying to undress him. And yet she is still considered pure and fair! What a bunch of hypocrites…

The two were hardly seated before they were served bowls of creamy potato soup and a side of fresh bread. Ayame split her half of a loaf to tear off a slice. The bread was fresh, and smelled gorgeous. Crispy on the outside, and pillow soft on the inside. With all the manners she saved for anyone but Tanukichi, she reservedly dipped the fresh bread into the broth, stirring it through the steaming soup, and took a polite bite off the saucy slide of loaf. She exhaled, quite content with the flavor. “Oh god, that’s amazing~” Ayame cooed. “What’s the occasion for the grub?”

“My mother recently made some major strides in pushing her bill to exceed government limits on funding for school organizations like ours. Under the new law, we can afford more decadent lunches such as this.” Anna closed her eyes, quite content with herself as she took a spoonful of soup and sipped it. Tanukichi didn’t see what could be considered exspensive about soup and bread, but it was definitely way better than anything else served at the cafeteria. The servants returned, serving some salad, and offering up pasta doused in thick alfredo sauce. Ayame took her steaming plate a bit too eagerly, whilst Tanukichi just allowed the plate to be set to the side.

When their food was done (which took a while for Tanukichi, though Ayame finished lightning fast), the group talked about normal things they had to talk about. Concerning where what group was, who needed what changed, why so was so, etc, etc. Eventually, and this is a big eventually, the little meeting ended, and the two were left off to go back to surveying the school for any potential problems. Tanukichi at least felt pretty sure there were no love juices in that food. It would be harder to disguise. Everything was just really salty and good.

The day went about as normal, though Ayame never let it stay normal too long. Occasionally, she grumbled about her panties feeling tight that day, and of course made some choice remark about a boner. “So this is what big dicks feels like!” She laughed, almost giving away her secret identity with her signature cackle. She also assured everyone she was checking constantly, and yet still, she had no dick, which she considered a shame. Otome mirrored her concern.

“A girl with a thingy would be great! Promise me if you do end up with one, you’ll model for me.” She mumbled, a pencil still between her lips. She wasn’t sketching yet, but she often took up leaving a pen or pencil in her mouth between classes. Tanukichi wasn’t sure why, and he hated asking questions.

“I’ll let you know first! Especially since Tanukichi probably wouldn’t be too thrilled about it! His fragile masculinity will be destroyed, as he will no longer have the biggest dick in SOX!” She grinned, putting her hand down proudly on the lockers.

“W-would not!” Tanukichi realized too late that he was putting up a fight.

“And how big is your dick then, huuuh? Huh? Is it like five inches? Six? Does it get longer when you haven’t jerked off recently? Ooh, ooh?! Is it like an accordion?! Can you stretch it and play notes-“

“IT IS NOT LIKE AN ACCORDION!” He flailed, his frustration coursing through him like a thousand buffalo. “Good lord, forget I said anything.” Tanukichi groaned. This is why I don’t give them material for their jokes… Still, he could over hear Ayame whispering to Otome.

“Now he’s stuck imaging my MASSIVE dick!” That was about his limit.

Now that he was thinking about body problems though, he remembered his chest ache. It was light when he showed up to class, so he knew it wasn’t because Anna poisoned him or something weird. But now that the day progressed further from that dinner, his chest was hurting worst. And the pain spread to the rest of his body, especially his sides. He wondered if it could be some liver problems, or maybe even a hernia? He poked at his waist when the knotted pain wouldn’t let up, letting out a sigh of concern. Along with that… Well…

His balls hurt. They hurt pretty often. He had no idea why, but they always had a sort of little ache. And along with that, they were never comfortable. No matter how many times he adjusted them, they always seemed displaced between his two legs. He grumbled, just trying to get comfortable so he could get through the day. Ayame nearly caught him with his hand between his legs. I’m just lucky that this doesn’t count as a lewd gesture, he thought. It was a good thing the loyal law makers of Japan had considered balls when they commissioned the production of these censorship necklaces.

Class finally ended, and he was headed home. He walked with Ayame for a bit before the two wished each other the best. Now, it was just him and Kosuri. Kosuri still made him nervous since she SPOILERS and also SPOILERS and fucked SPOILERS over so hard, but in the end, she turned back to SOX and proved her loyalty by SPOILERS. That almost made him trust her, but there was just the fact that she was so manipulative, so willing to step on everyone’s feelings to get something she wants in an instant. She was too radical, too needy. Too scary.

“Kosuri is a little upset she didn’t get to join in on that fancy brunch. It sounded yummy!” She almost sounded pouty, but for some reason she was still trying to sound cute. Probably because she realized if she insisted Tanukichi clean her feet, she’d end up getting kicked out of SOX, and she idolized Ayame pretty hard now that she was all that she had left. Case in point; she felt like bringing up a meal that Ayame had that Kosuri couldn’t be there for. She’s envious, Tanukichi thought. Envious without reason.

“You didn’t miss much, unless you really like watching Ayame eat pasta.” He shrugged.

“Oh, but Kosuri does! She loves almost everything with Ayame!” She grinned, dancing a little during her walk. Tanukichi was finding it harder to focus on her and her grating voice. His body was aching, and his stomach was nothing but a bundle of knots. And now even his throat was soar, soar beyond comprehension.

“Trust me, you really didn’t miss anything.” He asserted. His lack of patience was probably shining through, but Kosuri rarely cared in her Ayame moods. If she was a real kickass, she’d be offering anything to try to help Tanukichi calm down and relax, but when some great beautiful figure was on her mind…

“Oh, but Kosuri did, oh god did she! You’re lucky you get to have so many fancy school meals with miss Ayame!”

“T-this was the first one we ever had.” Tanukichi sighed, figuring Ayame probably told her the reason for the meal being they could have thousands more like it. Digging his hole ever deeper.

Kosuri went on, assuring and assuring Tanukichi that missing a meal with Ayame was RUPTURIOUS to her self-esteem, her loneliness! “Kosuri is just envious of Tanukichi!” No shit?

His bed felt so good on his back. He forgot what he made for dinner for himself and Kosuri. He still hated having that damn girl living in his apartment. She drove him nuts. He rose his hand to his chest, feeling how tender it was. His wrist shivered, touching against himself. No… This was probably dangerous enough as is. He shouldn’t pay his body any mind. He just shut his eyes, and went to sleep, dreaming of men, of women, and breasts, especially breasts.

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Hyoka stared in disbelief. Anna was jerking off, oh certainly, that was clear, but it was HOW she was able to jerk off that left the scientist in shock. “How did you…”

“Your love potion. I-It made my love purer.” She grinned, chuckling to herself. “I’ve disabled the bands for my beloved and his friends, so they too can enjoy their purity.”

“Y-you’ve undone the system!?” Hyoka was shocked. She just wanted to come into the lab after dark, as promised, and get some more work done on her love potion, but Anna was just jerking off in the lab, waiting for her. “W-what are you doing…” Hyoka saw Anna was stepping forward. The girl was done to her panties and bra. The loins of her underwear were heavy with fat balls, and the rim of her panties were kept constantly pushed to the side by the girth of her member.

“I need to spread some love~ You aren’t my beloved, but certainly you will do.” Anna walked forward, even steadily. Hyoka backed up, gulping. Anna reached for the vial, smirking at Hyoka. “Poor thing, you don’t want my love, don’t you? Please, let me just spread it to you.”

“D-don’t!” Hyoka was almost showing her pure fear, shuddering, her expression lightly changing. “You can’t let THAT spread?”

“But why not?” Anna looked genuinely confused, like a child getting the talk for the first time. “But I already spread it to my council? Surely, there’s nothing wrong with spreading love.”

“You said the censors were off, yes?”

“For you, and the the council, yes.”

“F-fuck you!” Hyoka stood up and tried to run. Suddenly, glass exploded around her, and she was doused in the pink fluid. She fell backwards onto the floor. The fluid sunk into her skin, completely efficient at sinking into her. The quantity of it all sped up the effects. Hyoka’s clothes were torn apart by a dick that violently emerged from between her legs, leaving her pants and panties in tatters. Anna grinned, down on all fours, crawling over to Hyoka, too lustful to mind the glass on the floor. “Don’t don’t don’t!” Hyoka closed her eyes, feeling Anna’s lips around her dick. She was finally about to witness true human body merging. And she was never more afraid, never more shameful, of what science has wrought.

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Ayame twirled quitly in bed as night turned around outside. While she was asleep, her body wiggled and writhed. Something was amiss between her loins. She could just tell it, though again, she was asleep, so it was mostly just her dreaming. Dreaming of something hurting between her legs, begging for attention. She kept reaching in her dream for between her loins, but it was always an eel, sitting nervously between her legs. She tried to sneak it out, tried to get it out…

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Morning. The feeling of morning, that terrible fatigue was the feeling Tanukichi had as soon as he woke up from his dreaming. He rose from bed, dressed in his loose pajamas. He yawned, which started out sound normal, but it faded to a yawn a few pitches higher than what he was used to hearing coming out of his body. He muttered as he tried to force himself to wake up. Today was his day off, wasn’t it? That was why he slept in so late, right? His feet found the floor, and he rose from his bed. While he was fighting his stupor of sleep, he noticed just how tight his pajama pants felt. His hips were really tight, while at the bottom of his pants it was completely loose fitting.

Kosuri was nowhere to be found. She probably already headed over to the hangout. Oh sure, most of the time she waited for Tanukichi to wake up so she could walk with him, but whenever she really wanted to suck to Ayame, she’d wake up hours ahead of Tanukichi and run off faster than a manwhore to the condom section in a gas station. He sighed, shaking his head side to side. My sigh even seems a bit off… Maybe a shower would help him clear his thoughts. He’d just have to get his clothes set out and meet Ayame before too long. They had some plans to make today, he remembered. Something about hiding condoms in the school cafeteria and ranch dressing on carrots…

The shower was nice, but Tanukichi just couldn’t get comfortable. The hot water streamed over his body, but his nipples just kept aching and aching. His fingers grazed over his front, leaving a sudsy trail like a cleaner snail. The soap tingled, making the skin around his chest ache and prickle with the oddest of sensations. He nearly tripped forward when his chest felt like a barrel. He found his balance on the wall in front of him, his whole body bent over. He raised a hand and parted a long strand of brown bangs hair. Why is my hair so long… He wondered. He opened his eyes, his head titled down in his half-tripped position and he saw it…

His chest was massive. They were tits that’d raise envy in any girl. They bobbed lightly, hanging off his chest in his odd position. Both were peaked with cute little inverted nipples, though as he grew more aroused at sight of his own body the perky tips peered through the slit windows. His breathing grew heavier and heavier, unable to mistake anymore just how high pitched his sounds were. Was he turning into a girl…?! That didn’t make any sense. And he was getting aroused?! Shouldn’t his collar be beeping or something, or alerting some guards or… His hand was on his balls. Oh god, those ached too, and were definitely just a few notches bigger than they were before. He was never much to look at, and he never made any note about his cock and balls; he wasn’t exactly in an atmosphere that encouraged taking a gander at her pecker.

Behind his now decently hefty balls was the oddest feeling thing. It was puffy as hell. Rubbing a finger against it, the thing turned out to be two equally puffy lines. They parted like a delicate flower, and let his finger grace the entrance. The nectar flowed around his finger, and the deeper alcove revealed itself to him- no – her. I’m still a guy, I’m still a guy Tanukichi thought, trying desperately to hold onto her masculinity. A single touch was electric, oh god it just destroyed everything. She still didn’t know what her cock felt like, but she sure as hell knew and understood the dark temptations that laid behind her balls. She… S-she…

Out of the shower, her wet body rolled. She remembered at the last second with the towel swung over her shoulders and breasts to turn off the shower. Clumsily, she swung the handle and got the flow to stop. She dried off as best as she could, working pretty clumsily at her chest. Whenever it came to drying off her tits, she couldn’t the sweet feelings that tingled up her spine, so in the end she had to leave her chest wet.

Sadly as well, Kosuri did not have a single bra in her massive size, so she’d have to dress without it. She threw on her dress shirt, her wet tips seeping the water through the white fabric, letting her pink nubs lightly show through, the whole front of her shirt clinging to her like a second skin. Tanukichi struggled with her student overcoat, trying to wrestle the thing around her frame, but it proved nearly impossible. Her proportions were completely different than what was intended for a person of her proportions. Thin waist, wide hips, shapely legs and killer thighs with a light gap, god dammit nothing fit her right. She also couldn’t find any of her underwear that fit around her hips even with how stretchy they were, so she settled for one of Kosuri’s thongs. They fit still pretty tight around her, rode really hard up against her ass, and god what it did to her balls. It didn’t hurt, but it sure as fuck didn’t stop her cock from feeling amazing. Her pants hardly fit, and as she ran out the door, it kept showing glimpses of her hardly covered ass, and at the worst of times, a big long glorious look at her balls. Her tits hung out the front of her unbuttoned dress coat and wobbled. W-why the hell is my alarm not going off?!?!!

The whole run to the hang out was the most nerve wracking moment of her life. She has no idea how she got away with no one calling the correction officers on her. It isn’t like she was sneaking down the street or anything, as much as she wished she was being sneaky. Then again, most people didn’t know what a lewd thing was to begin with, they probably just assumed that Tanukichi was just some girl who had to run out of the shower and throw on her clothes in a hurry. No one knew what an inappropriately dressed girl looked like. She counted herself lucky and just burst into Feleriso Café without a second thought. No one was on the top floor, but she could hear talking just down the steps. Flying along, she threw herself down the steps, not nervous about how everyone would react until she was already all the way down the steps and staring at-

Ayame stopped jerking herself off on the table as soon as Tanukichi came down the steps. She winced, trying to drag her hands away from her fat cock, but she still found a finger or two rubbing roughly along the side, driving into the side. A little squirt of cum came onto the table, covering the old map drawn out across it in a bit of runny pre. “T-Tanukichi… D-don’t look!” She screamed, throwing her cock off the table and trying to stuff it back up her skirt. Kosori was in the corner, huffing. She clearly had her own cock too, sticking right up out of her skirt. She jerked it dumbly, her eyes glazed over, processing late that Tanukichi even came in.

“A-Ayame?”

“Wait, that’s Tanukichi?!” Ayame’s eyes bolted open. She almost reached for her glasses to try to confirm what she was seeing, but she remembered the lenses weren’t any good. She drew closer, her eyes glancing down at Tanukichi’s pants and up at her tight dress shirt. “Y-you’ve really changed huh? Man, I always thought you didn’t have balls, but I never would have figured you were a girl too!”

“H-hey!” Tanukichi blushed. Was that even a jab at a joke? It didn’t feel like one. “Trust me, I still got balls…” She stopped talking, seemingly just forgetting to keep going. Her eyes darted back down to between Ayame’s thighs. That thing… That long erect cock it just kept drawing her eyes. She wanted to drool, or she wanted that cock in her mouth at the very least. So long and hard, and god the drips at the front, and there was just something so alluring about something so masculine, so corrupt hanging out the front of a skirt. She shivered, almost falling to her knees. She heard Ayame cough awkwardly, and realized she was eying her like a wolf in the meat aisle. “Oh, s-sorry!”

“Its fine, you’ve just never seen a dick this big!” Ayame grinned ear to ear for almost a moment before she remembered her predicament and sighed. “Maaaan, dicks are so gross… Why did I grow one… And did you notice Tanukichi?”

“Notice what?” Her dick? Her dick was pretty hard not to notice!

“Our surveillance systems aren’t working anymore.” Ayame’s hand darted back down to her cock, just jerking at it naturally, like it was already some muscle memory hard wired into her. “This morning when I saw what I grew, my hand couldn’t resist going down. I was the teen boy with his first stiffy, and I came in bed…. And… No one came. No alarms, I didn’t even activate my phone code. I couldn’t I did it so instantly. I tested it too by swearing up a storm, cussing as loud as I could. I said fuck bitches, eat cocks, and crawl inside cunts to build a sperm palace of pregnant milf bitches, and there wasn’t so much as a nervous little beep.” Ayama grinned, drawing closer to Tanukichi, dragging a hard rough against the seat of her pants. “You were right, you still got the male junk.”

“Y-yeah! Ayame, what are you doing?!”

“I-I can’t help it!” Ayame gasped, her nails dragging against Tanukichi’s pants rougher, hunting for a zipper. “My hand needs to be around a cock SO BAD.” She was panting; Her hand that wasn’t around Tanukichi’s cock was at her own cock, was helping to roll down her underwear. Her cute panties went down to her ankles, letting her balls hand free, letting her cock leak without an interrupting from her wardrobe. Her pussy was even leaking, a little thin trail of fluid running down from her inner thighs.

There were so few words as she just kept going. Her fingers rubbed hard against the bulge in the front of Tanukichi’s pants, rubbing hard into that fat hose. Tanukichi wanted to say something rude, something to interfere, but all she did was moan. Oh god she moaned. She wept out loud like the most eager whore you could imagine, like her cock was just the best feeling thing. She shivered, her knees buckled and humped herself forward into the palm of Ayame’s hand. That felt even better, rubbing her cock up and down against that hand. That was what made dicks feel good, right? Going up and down?

Pants hit the floor. She wasn’t sure why she let Ayame do that, she just knew that it felt good. Ayame didn’t seem grossed out by a cock for once in her life. She wrapped her fingers around the length, seemingly happy by the sight of it. She just started to rub against it, trying to get it cum maybe? Tanukichi couldn’t tell, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to cum. Oh, but certainly, in that moment, it felt incredible, and she wanted it more than she ever wanted anything in her whole life.

There was something warm against her. Tanukichi turned around, catching sight of Kosuri dully sticking her cock in. At first, her face was dim and pale, just like someone who’s dick wasn’t inside a busty woman. Suddenly, she perked up, her tongue lolling right out of her smiling face. She gasped for air and cackled, singing “S-soooo tight~ Kosuri c-can’t believe how good Tanukichi’s hole feels!” just like someone who’s cock was inside a busty woman would. Tanukichi reflected Kosuri’s feelings, hardly believing that she had holes that would feel good to a cock, and doubly that, she was surprised that cock inside her would feel any good! There was a first time for anything.

Ayame was on her knees, sucking off Tanukichi, playing with her balls something fierce while Tanukichi just focused on standing the right way so Kosuri could still keep sticking herself inside her. Her knees buckled and made her thrust extra roughly down Ayame’s throat. “S-sorry!” She apologized, buy Ayame didn’t care. Hell, after enough, she was just chocking herself on her cock anyways, so it seemed to be how Ayame liked it anyways. Ayame idly stroked herself off, her cock bubbling at the tip, thick with her sperm dripping heavily onto the floor.

Otome came flying down the steps, nearly tripping over herself. The panic, the joy on her face showed it all, especially revealing was how she was naked, with a fat dick that went all the way up to her chest. “G-guys! Look what pervert Santa got me-“ Otome paused, staring at all her friends, even Tanukichi, busy being in the middle of an orgy of futanari. Otome gasped, staring for what felt like hours. “T-this is… J-just like one of my manga…” She shivered, staring down at her cock, back up at the crowd. “M-must fuck… G-gotta… b-b-b-b-but….” She was sweating nervously, eyeing around trying to find trying to find it trying to jerk her cock off trying to fight it off but the feeling was too much andshecouldnttakeitanymore “I NEED TO DRAW!!!” And she was at her pad of paper and a pencil, furiously recreating the scene right in front of her. For all she knew, she may never have reference anywhere NEAR AS GOOD. This might be the last time her friends are so furiously coupled as futanari. It was like drawing a crashing plane, you get a minute, and then it might be gone forever!

Kosuri was the first to yell it, those words everyone at SOX had read over all these pornographic materials. It felt so silly to say at the time, but with a cock buried deep in someone’s pussy, milking at her, making her cock head feel so sensitive, driving the oddest sensation to the tip, those words finally felt so real so right. “I-I’m cumming!” Kosuri yelled, but it was more like she promised, because as soon as she said it she was. She came. Tanukichi came too, and so did Ayame. They came all in unison, except for Otome who could only cum after her drawing was done, though she happily fapped to the 2D version of what happened in front of her. They all passed out together, a little drained from what they just did. Tanukichi wanted to stay awake, to ask everyone what they thought happened, though she just couldn’t fight how tired she was. There would be a later in the afternoon, and right now, afternoon sounded more appealing than awake. Her eyes drifted shut, and together they slept in the cum pile.

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Hiding the changes was hard. The whole walk to school that day was just filled with debate on how to explain Tanukichi. Everyone else could hide their changes beneath their skirts, or for Otome, her skirt and the better part of her shirt. Ayame thought they should just say Tanukichi underwent a sex change and see how Anna replies. She also kept mentioning how horny she was and kept eying every wall for a gloryhole. Not that there has been one in Japan in the past twelve years.

Eventually, everyone just agreed for today that they should just do things as they came. They’d act like Tanukichi was Kosuri’s sister, transferring from some other school that they didn’t have paper work for. Of course, Anna was what scared them as far as sneaking Tanukichi through was concerned. She could smell him out better than anyone else, and chances are his scent hasn’t changed very much, considering that even now as a she, Tanukichi still had her old dick and balls. Chances are Anna knew the smell of those like a bakery owner knows the smell of bread. “Just one wiener smell, and she’ll be all over you, and we’ll need to swap our story.”

“R-right.” Tanukichi nodded, still getting used to her new voice. It was just so much higher pitched. It was so bizarre going from a baritone to a soprano overnight, Tanukichi wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to it, and that wasn’t even starting to address her breasts. Ayame tried to find a bra that would fit Tanukichi’s chest, though they proved way harder than anyone expected. She was about the size that at this point she’d have to start custom ordering them. They settled for wrappings, with their goal really just to stop her breasts from being uncontained. One bounce and she’d be causing earthquakes.

And, for Ayame’s pleasure, they were able to coerce Tanukichi into a skirt. Sure, with her long brown hair, boobs, hips, and thighs she looked at home in a skirt, poor Tanukichi was still clinging to the bastion of masculinity that was a nice snug pair of pants. That’s all fine and good, but none of her old pants fit her anymore, and the few pairs Ayame owned were old or ripped or just didn’t fit the uniform. Ayame giggled the whole time Tanukichi tried to fit the skirt up over her hips, as well she had to slap Ayame’s hands away from her junk while she dressed. She was so averse to dicks before, but man ever since her collar turned off and she grew one of her own, she was becoming a dick-aholic.

They were hardly in school for too long before they received an invitation to a private lunch with Anna again. Tanukichi was nervous, but Ayame just adjusted her thick frames and nodded. She knew there wasn’t going to be much juggling around this. “Now we get to see how Anna reacts to her lovely getting a sex change… Let’s hope she swings both ways, eh Tanukichi?” Ayame grinned. Tanukichi couldn’t only muster a blush thick as a brick.

In the meeting room, the table was set curt and well. A bowl of clam chowder rested on every tableside near a seat, the soup wavering steam out steadily. A glistening steak was set on every plate, juicy and fresh from the grill, delicately spiced and seasoned. Anna was waiting, messing with her skirt. Below the table, the bulge was massive, a straight line from between her fat thighs and the bottom of the table. At moments where her drooling stupor of lust drew her to pure stupidity, she humped mindlessly into the table, cackling madly, making the plates rock and jingle and the water glasses topple over.

Oboro dutifully reset the table every time Anna went through an episode. She refilled every glass, placed all the forks and knives back where they were to start with, and folded the napkins back over, all with a stoic expression on her face, not fazed by Anna’s actions. Her fits subsided completely when at last Ayame and some girl arrived for the lunch. Oboro stood by Anna’s side, who sat at the head of the table. Anna grinned, but the longing in her eyes had her scanning for Tanukichi. “Did… Did he not get my invitation? And Ayame, who is this?” Anna eyed the brown haired girl with the oddest feeling like she knew her.

“Er, she is umm…” Ayame struggled with what option to take for too long. Anna rose from her seat, walking over to the woman. She scanned over her, though her polite façade was crumbling with every second.

“That smell…” Anna mused, her delicate little pale nose taking whiff after whiff of the air, dragging the air roughly through, making her small little beak blush. “Oh that smeeeeeeeell…” She dragged her words. The bulge on her skirt was obscene and massive, Ayame wasn’t blind to it. Her eyes were wide and stared down at it. She glanced over to Oboro who was… well, standing around. “Oh that smell that fantastic smeeeeeell. It’s all over this girl.” Anna pressed her nose right between the brunette’s breasts, making the girl eep, putting her hands on Anna’s shoulders, trying to shove her back. “H-have you been with Tanukichi?! If you’ve touched him even once I’ll end you!” Anna’s hand tried to reach backward to the table to grab a steak knife.

“W-wait, Anna!” Ayame finally stepped in, Tanukichi too numb in the moment, to scared to say anything. “That is Tanukichi! He’s um… gone through a gender change.”

“A gender change?!” Anna turned back from Ayame and the array of steak knives to stare down the woman they claimed was Tanukichi. “My darling… I-It really is you…” Anna teared up, staring at her love’s new womanly form. “Y-you’re a woman now… A real woman… My love why did you do this? Why did you do this to me?... Y-you’re…” She rubbed her hands roughly against her bulge in her skirt. “SO BEAUTIFUL~! I love it I love it I love it!” Anna finally fell back, gasping sharply for air. “I’m so happy, Tanukichi is in the body he, I mean she, wants! So gorgeous! Wow, your hair is even grown out! Did they attatch it during the surgery or-?”

“Er, we can talk about it later.” Tanukichi replied, giving Anna her first sample of her new voice. She winced pleasurably with every high note. “For now, maybe we should talk about some things that are nicer on the stomach during lunch?”

“Oh, yes, yes!” Anna replied, heading right back for her table. “Have a seat! This chowder was special made!”

Lunch proceeded relatively normal. Ayame and Tanukichi didn’t saying anything, though they were starting to grow weary about all the special lunches Anna had been preparing. Ayame had a tendency to pack, and Tanukichi would eat whatever the cafeteria would slap down on her tray. Weary or no, there was no denying that the food was delicious. They swallowed down every bite, and Ayame, who normally was on her absolute best behavior around Anna, was licking her lips long after the last morsel was devoured.

“-… Well I am glad that we agree that we need to double down on our security against SOX.” Anna nodded, staring down at her table mates whilst her stoic guard gathered the plates and had them brought to be washed. “I hope you don’t mind though, but I would like to talk more about umm, what Tanukichi decided to do.” Anna blushed, eyeing nervously over her friends, especially the very female Tanukichi.

“W-well, umm…” Tanukichi’s nervous mannerisms translated very cutely in her new voice.

“You see-“ Ayame started, talking like a guy picking up a beat from the last drummer. “-Tanukichi just wanted a change in her life. She always felt more comfortable with the idea of being a girl?”

“Oh?” Anna grinned over at Tanukichi, trying to hide the fact she was rubbing herself under the table.

“Ummm…” Umm was probably the worst way to reply to that, but Tanukichi was too far confused to turn back now. “I mean, yeah. I know it was so sudden, and I probably should have found a chance to tell you…”

“Still, the surgery all looks very nice!” Anna grinned, looking just as lusty as she was with a male Tanukichi before. She took a sniff at the air, and grinned, satisfied that the smell of her lover still hung so clearly in the air whenever Tanukichi was near her. That was all she needed, she didn’t care how Tanukichi made her body to be comfortable, as long as she could smell that smell of pure love.

“Y-yeah.” Tanukichi nodded, finding it hard to imagine actually going through the surgery that Anna was probably envisioning. Chances are, under the new censorship laws, doctors who fully understand how to even go through with surgery concerning genitals are extinct.

With lunch final over, Ayame and Tanukichi were able to sneak out of the meeting room. They agreed that they should probably try to find Hyoka. They still had no explanation for why either of them had suddenly become futanari, and while Tanukichi’s gender change was easy enough to pass off as small to Anna, it wouldn’t be easier once more vigilant observers started to nose around. Ayame really needed to lose her cock too, she could hardly focus. She certainly was much filthier than usual. Tanukichi could occasionally hear her mumble something about her cock and how it feels.

In all the classes where Tanukichi normally came in contact with Hyoka she was absent. She would have asked Hyoka’s friends where she went… if she kept friends. Tanukichi asked around, checking in with each teacher to make sure. All of them agreed they hadn’t seen her, nor had they been offered an explanation yet. They intended to go check in with the principal to see if he had heard anything. Tanukichi met with Ayame between classes to talk about what they found out. Ayame came walking out of her class with a weird, nervous look on her face. She was gasping, her tongue hanging from her mouth, nervously laughing. Tanukichi stared at her face, wondering why she was acting so off, though one quick look lower would show exactly why she was acting that way.

The front of her skirt was tented forward a foot. Tanukichi could almost hear her panties snapping, trying to support that monster beneath. The front of her skirt was soaked in cum, a few globs still dripping as she walked out of the class. “W-what did you do?” Tanukichi almost yelled, but she had to keep her volume down or else someone might see.

“I-I couldn’t help iiiiit.” Ayame groaned huskily. “I neeeeeed to rub it! H-how did you get through life without constantly jerking off?!” Ayame snickered. “I-I jerked right off in classssss~ Oh god it felt soooooo good. The teachers couldn’t tell, Tanukichi! They couldn’t tell, ahaha! They depend on the PM’s so much. They don’t know what cum smells like or looks like ahahaha…” Ayame’s eyes glanced around, grinning at every girl that passed her. She wrapped her hand around her skirt bulge, punching her hips forward against her hand. It made her cackle and loose another short stream of pre down her legs.

“Stop that!” Tanukichi snapped. Ayame snapped back, grabbing Tanukichi by the wrist and shoving her back into the janitor’s closet. Tanukichi stood nervously in a pitch dark block, kicking whenever she felt Ayame’s hands going across her body, reaching for clothing like a hungry tiger swipes at a steak. A string is tugged and the lights are on. Ayame is naked, her breasts large, her whole body shapely and thin with a hung cock standing so tall it almost poked Tanukichi’s upper stomach. “P-put that away!”

“You know, most girls have to come out of the closet to confess they’ve always wanted to fuck a girl~” Ayame snickered, giving one tug at Tanukichi’s clothes and they all came off like a trick knot. “This may be the first ever gay girl fuck to involve two girls hiding in the closet.” Ayame wasted no more time, how could she when her cock was clearly calling all the shots. It wasn’t her choice to rub her dick hard between Tanukichi’s cute girly thighs, it was her dick’s big idea. It pulsated between those flushed hips, rubbing hard against her, eventually finding Tanukichi’s dick to rub hard against. Ayame dug her hands against Tanukichi’s shoulders, rising to her tippy toes to rub her dick up and down against the other cock. Tanukichi winced.

“We should, we shouldn’t...” Tanukichi still had her old virginity, what little she could still pretend to have after becoming a big horny futa. “Please don’t…” She said, even as the tip of her cock was pouring out some her excited precum. Even now, she was still haunted with the feeling her PM system would activate, the way one still feels the hat on their head even long after they’ve tossed it off. Tanukichi couldn’t fight back anymore, though. She had hearts in her eyes in ways only Anna did before. Ayame’s lips were near, the two girls panting into each other. Tanukichi feels Ayame’s lips brush against her’s, sending a thrill up her spine. The shivers kept Tanukichi in a lulling lust, her stupor filled with love, filled with her confused surge of lust. They kiss. She couldn’t tell who it was who finally braved up and pressed forward, but the kiss felt better than anything else. It was so overdue, Tanukichi so long craved this contact, not just any kiss in general, but Ayame’s.

Their lips played together nicely, smothering one another endlessly. Tanukichi felt the rest turn to a blur. She wasn’t sure which did what first. She knew by the time it was over, they both had slits stuffed with cum. Tanukichi was pretty sure Ayame was the first one to go inside. Ayame slid forward, thrusting her hips hard into Tanukichi. Ayame’s arms wrapped around her, raking her nails against her. Tanukichi fumbled, trying to find some supports. Her hands felt for the walls, for the shelves, even just for Ayame’s shoulders. Getting stuffed was hard on her legs, and all of it was so new to her.

Eventually Tanukichi just decided it best to bend over lightly for Ayame to do her from behind. It was especially rough though since the broom closet was just so miserably small. Thrust thrust thrust, the door rattled, the walls shook, some cleaning supplies fell from the shelves. They just couldn’t bring themselves to care, as the gravity of what they did drew them, created their own little world, isolated from the rest of what was going on. Bottles could fall right on her dick, and Ayame would keep thrusting.

Her ass drooled white. The light zipped and zapped, struggling to stay online. The feeling of being filled was remarkable. Tanukichi could feel every drop inside her new cunt, and the hot warm feeling of getting filled was so fulfilling. She was happy to be filled, satisfied. Some ache deep down inside that she never knew she even had was completely settled and calmed, satisfied. “So good…” Tanukichi mumbled under her breath. “Oh god so good…” Why did it feel so good? She didn’t even have a first clue, but this was a part of her now. I like to be stuffed. I love to be stuffed. I’m a guy who likes to be stuffed. I’m a guy with boobs and a… and a…

Ayame bent over. She bent over eagerly too! It took a little wiggling around to make it work, and the pointless slaughter of the remaining shelves yet to be decimated. Tanukichi rose her feet over and around the clutter, kicking and shuffling the cleaning supplies to the side. “C’mon, take me! Take me like a horny virgin!” Was than an attempt at a slight dirty joke? No, these weren’t jokes anymore. Ayame was just plain dirty. Tanukichi shoved right in.

It was heaven. Oh god it was nothing short of heaven. The tears rushed to Tanukichi’s eyes. She shoved forward, her hands rubbing into Ayame’s body. It felt fantastic, her rear bounced ever so lightly as she thrust in. Sex, this was it. This was the big thing everyone was so afraid of. This is what governments were fighting to stop, to censor. Sex. Of course, the sex they were having was probably a lot wilder than what most people did. Most people didn’t have both genitals, most people weren’t so horny they had to fuck in school.

At some point, they were done, and again, Tanukichi couldn’t tell for sure who fucked who first. They got dressed, or as dressed as they could, and ran straight back home. Tanukichi was able to sneak back into the house, snuck Ayame into her bedroom, and locked the door. She wasn’t in the mood for questions from Kosuri. She just wanted a night with Ayame. They laid atop each other in bed, and did all the more they could. “Your balls are so nice…” Tanukichi muttered as she felt Ayame in her hands. “Your dick is so long and nice.” I like dicks… Tanukichi thought. I like dicks.

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“Why did you hide it?” Anna was through the door into the science lab. Hyoka squinted from the bright light leaking in from the other room, holding her loose sleeved arm up over her face, squinting at Anna as she entered. “Why did you hide what your potion did?!”

“I told you the truth.” Hyoka said, still squinting roughly at the light that burned her eyes. “It causes love.”

“Oh sure, it did cause love! But you never said it would… I-It would…” Anna was trembling, suddenly she was on her knees. Hyoka stared in disbelief, unable to bother squinting anymore, she was besides herself in surprise. Anna was retching on the floor, acting like she was in some great deal of pain. She kept muttering under her breath something Hyoka couldn’t hear. The girl’s breath was haunting slowly rising in sharp stingers, and then settling down lower. Anna laid on her back, holding her hand across her stomach, feeling the breaths come in slow and ragged. Her eyes turned down, bending up a little to glare over at Hyoka. Hyoka just watched, Anna’s eyes looking hazy, her cheeks flushed, her mouth ajar and panting.

Her skirt was the first thing that drew Hyoka’s eye. It was growing quite the bulge. That wasn’t anything too out of the ordinary. Hyoka was used to Anna’s bulge… Hell, she forced Hyoka to grow one of her own. Her very own cock was getting very hard from the sight of Anna breaking some world records with how hard she was getting. Every bit that cock spread forward in length, Anna let out a little longer drag of an eep or a moan, inhaling heavily between moments of growth. Her skirt was groaning as the fabric spread and threatened to tear. Her panties snapped in half a while ago, the tatters falling to the floor.

Grow and grow and grow. Her length stood a foot or more? Hyoka’s analytical side wished and begged she had a ruler up against that skirt’s pole, measuring how it grew, how fast it grew… She wanted tables on the dick growth. “Y-you didn’t tell me your potion did this too?!” Anna gasped, finally forming words after what felt like a whole life time between her last accusation, at least it felt that way to Hyoka.

“I-I didn’t know… I would never know… I…” Hyoka’s eyes darted across Anna’s form. “I like the results.” She admits, probably the first time she ever said something at face value to Anna.

“Fix it fix it fix iiiiiiit-“ Her skirt rips in half. Anna’s cock stands clean and flesh colored, sticking right out of her skirt, like it was a set of curtains revealing the real show at last. Center stage was her long, horse deer cock. It was a nice middle ground between deer, and of course the girth and length of the classic horse cock. Anna stared down at it, unable to believe how warped her anatomy was becoming.

Clumsily, she wraps her hands around it, struggling to rip her skirt off to let herself gain some easier access to it. Jerk and jerk, she rubbed her hands up and down the whole length of that massive monolith of a cock. Anna stared, her eyes jutting over to Hyoka again, the hate she had in her pupils was dulled over like she was hypnotized. She gave a quick Hmmmph! And peered right away, her eyes magnetized to just keep staring at her dick. Her mouth goes agape, her tongue drooping out to drool.

Clothes fell from Anna, the formerly so pure girl happily scattering her clothes to the wind. She revealed her feet as they hardened at the toes into a set of hooves. Fur sprouted, pricking up and down her legs, growing out slowly. The more she jerked, the faster the fur grew up on her legs. Anna shivered, squealing a high pitched gasp as branches grew out from her head. It started as little nubs, but they grew and grew into a short pair of antlers. Anna was breathing labored, her new little deer ears sprouting from her head shivered in their new existence.

“I’m… I’m…” Anna felt her antlers, able at last to take a hand away from her cock to test and tease at the rest of her body. “A… A caribou?” She laughed. The laugher spilled over into her moans, her slithering little gasps as she just kept jerking off. She couldn’t stop, she couldn’t imagine a second without doing it, and Hyoka couldn’t imagine one more second without joining in.

“Yesss…” Hyoka’s monotone voice almost rose. She was pretty pleased with herself. She tuned Anna into such a unique form … Something that a human had never been before, and all just the same, she was lewd and beautiful, some lustful creature that would show Hyoka the true merciless power of a hot and horny girl, hungry for body melding. “You’re a beautiful caribou, Anna… A reindeer. W-wow.” Her wow was still pretty monotone, her other words plenty more excited. “I can’t believe it.”

“I-It’s amazing… T-this purity rod feels so much better than a plain human one… Hyoka, did you know…?”

“No, like I have said, the potion I made was for love.” Lust. “If I was making an animal genitals potion, I would have been a lot more careful about getting caught.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, love is certainly a lot more pure than animal bits, yes? Especially such obscenely long ones…”

“Don’t be silly!” Anna was upon Hyoka on the floor, ripping Hyoka’s skirt and panties aside, throwing them to the floor. Hyoka’s eyes were shot as wide as they would go, staring at the fat, wide, thick cock that pressed against Hyoka’s cunt lips. “I’m still pure you silly~” Anna thrust forward. Hyoka screamed a blood curdling yell. “This is my purity rod~ There’s nothing wrong with this… Ehehehe… The PMs, they were stopping us from being truly pure… Y-your potion, it is the key! It is the keeeeey! It is what makes us pure!” Pure.

Anna’s massive balls throbbed back and forth as she plowed right forward into Hyoka, scattering her caution like ashes to the wind. There was nothing obscene about plunging her fat equine caribou dick into her friend, it was pure. So very pure. Hyoka protested, trying to wrestle Anna away, but she knew how people could be. Anna had been fucking random girls for so long now. Every time her cock swelled up, she had to dump her salty purity down someone’s throat to make the swelling go down. They all yelled, but started to giggle, and then they grew their own purity rod, and all of a sudden they were much more willing. Oh sure, Hyoka already had her purity rod, but maybe she still needed that little element of persuasion.

“Oh my god…” Hyoka gasped for more air, reaching forward at first to claw at Anna, but ended up with her legs wrapped around Anna. The reindeer girl atop of her just pounded faster, her balls slapping up against Hyoka’s ass. Hyoka’s own cock was risen plenty tall. Her cock was completely dwarfed by just how huge Anna’s was. Hyoka almost felt envious, and that envy definitely showed. Her cock started to split down the center. Hyoka’s eyes were distracted from watching the white haired girl plowing into her. She watched her own dick turn red, and slowly split apart. Both halves thickened out, pulsating as they filled out in size. Her tips become rather sharp in shape. The twin shafts started to gush out a pure line of white. Hyoka stared up at Anna, wondering if the girl had noticed what was happening at all, but she was too absorbed in… well, fucking.

“So good- oh my god so good!” Anna moaned, She dug her hands against Hyoka’s shoulders, shuddering, she traced her fingers up and down the curve of her neck. She dug her fingers into Hyoka’s breasts. Nothing was more pure than lovers embracing like this. Anna could grope Hyoka all she liked, she loved Hyoka plenty, and since Hyoka was enjoying being fucked that surely must mean that Hyoka loved her back! Still, Anna’s heart truly belonged to one person, and one person alone. “T-Tanukichi” She humped harder, remembering her one and only.

Hyoka’s legs snapped down, refusing to just wrap around Anna like they were. They’d gone numb, and really fell to the sides like there were no bones in them at all. Anna never paused, never even slowed. It would take Hyoka’s snatch disappearing all together for Anna to stop, it seemed. Hyoka’s legs started to web into each other, her feet collapsing into each other to ressemble a tail tip. Hyoka tried to focus on what was happening to herself, seeing as that was where the interesting science was, and it concerned her very much.

That thrust felt like Anna was getting irritated, actually. She caught sight of Hyoka trying to look over and under and to the side of Anna, but Anna noticed that everywhere Hyoka was trying to look was someplace where Anna wasn’t. She took it as an insult, and well offended by Hyoka’s impudence, the reindeer woman just pounded so hard that she could be ignored. She demanded love, demanded attention. Hyoka tried to wriggle away, but her legs just were not cooperating. Most likely because they were morphing into each other, becoming worthless in the moment. Hyoka panicked, trying to eye her chemical tables. This has to stop, oh god it has to stop. Hyoka thought.

I don’t care how good this feels, this kind of thing can’t be allowed to happen any longer- But her thoughts were interrupted. The irritable Anna noticed Hyoka looking away again, and made out to make every moment Hyoka wasn’t watching Anna to be hell. Anna bucked harder, nearly throwing down her antlers at Hyoka’s throat. Anna’s balls were slapping something extra fierce, her cock sliding through Hyoka. She slid in and out at the exact same speed, keeping a very consistent pace going.

“H-hiiss…” Hyoka felt her tongue slip out, and she just followed through with the sound. She stuck her tongue out again, catching a second to stare at it, afraid to have it out for too long since Anna was still pounding into her like a semi-truck. Her tongue was forked, long, and extremely sensitive to the room. It felt like another set of eyes that could see the world in heat. “Oh my god, I’m turning into a… a…” Hyoka’s eyes went cross, her long snake tongue slicked out. Hyoka thwapped her long tail, slapping her strong lower snake body down across the floor. “Sssssnaaaaake!” Hyoka hissed, cackling in a fit of lusty giggles.

The moment just all blended together perfectly then. Anna wasn’t going to slow down certainly, but somehow she still had one more round of increased speed. Another speed for pure love? Anna surely did some insane feats if it meant loyalty, or the pursuit, of someone she loved. Hyoka thrashed her long lower body down against the floor, cracking the floor tiles. Hyoka had clean, dark green scales, with a creamy under belly. The tail went up to her pussy, which was left relatively untouched. Right above her pussy, twin snake cocks stood tall and red, pulsating to the rhythm of the beast woman plowing into her.

Hyoka couldn’t remember if Anna came in her or not. The snake woman just opened her eyes, and she was in her own lab. She wasn’t tied down or anything, but she was mostly certain that things weren’t normal. She slithered- which was extremely odd after having walked for the better part of her life- over to the table, checking over the desk to pick up some chemicals. She would have to try and work on a cure, e-even if it meant saying goodbye to body melding, which, would be extremely fucking hard. Nothing is harder than giving it up… well, except for me… She started to stroke one of her twin cocks. M-maybe just a quick break would help? Y-yes, she always thought better after jerking off…

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Tanukichi’s eyes opened up. He… S-she was in bed, with Ayame curled up against her. God, they really did do all of those things last night. Tanukichi’s ass ached deep in the core of it. She was scared to see how wet the covers might have been. Her own cock still stood erect, and she could tell she was either leaking now, or was still somewhat wet from last night. Ayame’s cock was brushing across Tanukichi’s shapely leg, the black haired girl still fast asleep, snoozing quite soundly. About as soundly as snoring could get. She mumbled in her sleep, and on occasion she humped Tanukichi lightly. Tanukichi let out girly squeaks whenever the slumbering futa moved or humped or said something especially louder than what would have just been a simply murmur. Tanukichi still couldn’t help but appreciate Ayame… She was so beautiful, even while she was sleeping, even when she had a fat dick… Except, now Tanukichi loved dicks too. So never mind, she liked Ayame with a cock.

Sitting up, Tanukichi could feel her balls brush against her legs. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but she was nearly certain that those big round things were just a few sizes far too large. She peeled back the covers of her bed, trying to get a look at her balls. Either of them were actually decently large, big enough to fill a hand each. Her cock was looking a little big today. She squinted, leaning forward, trying to get a good look-

“Morning!” Ayame plugged her cock right into Tanukichi’s mouth. “Man, nothing’s better than sausage in the morning, huh?” Ayame snickered, giving a little lazy hump into Tanukichi’s mouth. Tanukichi was on her back, with Ayame on all fours, plowing her cock forward into Tanukichi’s wet mouth. Her full lips wrapped around Ayame’s cock, taking it in stride. Ayame just stared down at the lovely girl she was happily face fucking. “God, you really do make a pretty girl, don’t ya?” She grinned big and wide. “Like damn, your boobs are incredible, and wow your nuts are HUGE! Those are like watermelon nuts, like holy cow. You could impregnate an elephant with those babies!”

Tanukichi tried to reply, but Ayame’s cock was in her mouth.

“What, two elephants you say? You really are confident in your balls!”

“HNNNNNRGGH!”

“Three elephants then, I’ll take your word!” Ayame laughed. Tanukichi sighed, rolling her eyes. She licked in circles around the head, and up and down near the glans. She traced the shape of the cock head. Something seemed off, but she couldn’t say for sure what it was. Ayame thrust forward roughly, her tongue hanging loose from her mouth, the girl panting loudly.

Panting only grew faster, Ayame’s tongue lashing in the air. Her tits swayed, her balls bouncing along with the rest of her. Ayame slid in another time, and another, and with one more extra harsh thrust, she came down Tanukichi’s throat. Ayame groaned, rolling her eyes back as she nut down the beautiful girl’s throat. Her elbows shivered, her hips bucked and locked in place inside Tanukichi’s throat. She stayed with her dick in her throat, happily appreciating the tongue of her adoring little girl friend below her, draining the last measly drop of nut juice.

The two got out of bed, tugging on whatever clothes they could. Ayame went to get her clothes, which should be dry and clean by now, while Tanukichi struggled with her variety of clothes to try and figure out what would work on her body. Panties didn’t fit, no matter how right they felt, and underwear didn’t quite work either. Old guy’s underwear just fit too tight and too loose in all the wrong places, and panties just were extremely unkind to her pair of fat nuts. With a sigh, she settled on panties and a skirt, and would just have to hope she wouldn’t be giving anyone any up skirts, or else they might be seeing something pretty crazy.

Ayame was already at the table waiting for some breakfast. Tanukichi had to disappoint her with the fact that they wouldn’t be able to have any pancakes or eggs or sausage. They’d eat fast, and rush out to meet Hyoka. Whatever was happening to them was odd, and Tanukichi felt like the only person who might have a clue about what is going on would be that enigmatic smart girl. Tanukichi was about reach into the cupboard to get some cereal, when she saw a note on the table.

The note was from Kosuri. Basically it just said that she was going on ahead to school, and also noticed that, well, Ayame and Tanukichi was nutting like crazy last night. The light blush that went over Tanukichi’s face. She was almost ashamed of what they did last night, b-but… Well, it was hard to regret sex that was so good. Tanukichi didn’t have any experience with sex at all, but she could just tell that the sex she was having was far higher quality than normally. It was like her first steak was a damn well made one. She could tell she eating some prime meat.

Ayame was licking at her bowl of cereal. Tanukichi just poured the milk in her bowl, and Ayame just dove in, lapping up the milk with her flexible tongue. At first it was cute, but Tanukichi just kept staring, noticing that Ayame had no sign of slowing down. After a few seconds of it, Ayame realized what she was doing, cleared her throat, and sat up properly. “Excuse me I was ummm… Thirsty.” Tanukichi nodded, nervously handing Ayame a spoon. “Oh, thanks. T-this will make eating cereal easier, I think.”

“Hey.” Ayame looked over at Tanukichi as she went to put on her shoes to head out the door. “We, should, ummm, do something about that… y’know… Your eel! Its poking out!” Ayame pointed down at Tanukichi’s skirt. Tanukichi stared down at herself, noticing just how big she was. There was a big fat boner that pressed out very long, her skirt tented forward very far. Her snake was just so big, Tanukichi hadn’t even noticed it, but man it would be hard to walk in public like this. Even with the PM systems disabled, someone was bound to stop her to ask about her skirt issue…

Ayame was down on all fours. “We need to get that solved!” Ayame grinned, reaching under her skirt to tug down her panties. Her pink underwear slipping right off, sliding down over her thighs, down across her knees, and off from each of her ankles, lifting one foot at a time, slipping the pink fabric over her feet. Ayame lifted her rear, and showed off her bare cheeks, bouncing lightly as she brandishes it. Tanukichi stares down at herself, painfully aware of how needy she was feeling. She stepped forward unsteadily, her feet halfway inside her shoes. She slipped her feet out, and stumbled onto Ayame.

Searching, she lifted her skirt and pressed the tip of her cock head down across her ass, hunting for a hole. She was still so clumsy, hardly knowing a damn thing about sex. She couldn’t find a hole with five days and a map. Ayame reached behind herself, bending herself forward against the cupboard. With her free hand, she helped guide the cock forward, giving it a good tug, helping it into one of Ayame’s holes. Tanukichi squinted at her cock, she could almost swear it was looking a little… red? She didn’t have time to see it, before it dived deep inside Ayame.

Her hips were on autopilot, fucking forward far fiercer than she could ever have imagined. Up to her own piercing, she would just barely be thrusting forward, like a nervous loving virgin. But, as a horny horny woman, she just dove forward with a stupidly mighty force. Her hips thrust, Ayame’s grip and balance was nervous and stuttering, the fear that she might fall from her position haunting every thrust. Yet, despite this, Tanukichi couldn’t stop. She never felt so alive in her whole life. She lifted her head back and howled, letting loose a torrent of moans. Her eyes shut, her tongue hung loose from her lips. This was good, this was so good, she could just, could just-

“Arf arf, hooooowl~” Ayame squealed happily. Tanukichi opened her eyes. Ayame’s rear had a decoration on it. It was long, and surprisingly thick for what it was, though that might just have been the fluff surrounding it. It waved back and forth as Ayame barked in excitement. Her tail was a little curled, but otherwise was about as average as dog tails got.

She wagged her tail faster when Tanukichi was thrusting into her harder. Tanukichi couldn’t but notice as she grew reluctant to keep going that her tail slowed. She swore, she could almost hear a low growl coming out from Ayame, so she decided to keep going. It was not like she could even stop thrusting if she wanted to. Her hips were not her own anymore, they were the hips of some mad woman who loved how big her dick was, loved stuffing it inside horny bitches. Ayame was certainly growing to fill in the bitch role.

There were two ears on top of Ayame’s head now. They grew in almost right away, fluttering in the air as they started to hear the world for the first time. Ayame couldn’t be bothered to notice. She only panted louder, panting like a dog. Her tongue hung out, openly drooling, brought to her little display by how enamored she was with their session. “Rut me harder~” She demanded, snickering a little. “C’mon, do it! I wanna be bred by your big dick.” Ayame snickered, curling her tail, brushing it against Tanukichi’s stomach, tickling her with her fur.

“You’re looking strange.” Tanukichi nervously replied, hardly able to believe what she saw. “Y-you’ve got a tail and ears…”

“I know I have ears a tail, dumbass!” Ayame sneered, the grin on her face big and dumb. Her canines were bigger, giving her nice fangs to smile with. “The question is, have you noticed that YOU have ears and a tail?”

Tanikuchi moved her tail. She nervously turned her head (of course still plowing into Ayame) and caught sight of it. It was plump, very plump, waving in the air. Covered in brown fur, with black stripes down across the big tube of a tail. It was a raccoon-ish tail, but Tanukichi knew what it was for. She could hardly believe it. Her balls were bigger, swaying far larger than she ever thought it would be, and it all but confirmed her belief that her cock was really starting to look animalistic. There were a pair of ears on top of her head. Fur started to sprout on Tanukuchi’s shoulders, staring to cover her in a thick coat of brown fur. The fur just kept growing, thickening out over her arms and her legs. She had a big tuff of scarf-like fur nestled between and lightly over her breasts, but besides that the fur ignored her abdomen.

“Finally, you’ve lived up to your name, Tanukichi~” Ayame laughed, pushing her rear back. Tanukichi came. She came harder than she could ever believe. And oh god, she came so much. The cum never stopped flowing. She had too much to push out, her balls just so big and full. Tanukichi was part Tanuki now, some of her still growing and changing, and Ayame was pretty clearly a dog. T-they needed to hurry. Only Hyoka could save them. Ayame still hadn’t grown much more fur, and Tanukichi was pretty sure her cock might still, just somehow, be normal. They had to hurry, they had to hurry…

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Walking to school was an absolute nightmare. They agreed that at some point they’d have to take a train or a bus since the school was just too far away, but getting onto a bus or a train seemed like a worse and worse idea to Tanukichi the longer they went. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop Ayame from getting some stupendously encumbering boners. They just came on as soon as the dog girl thought of the slightest arousing things. And this was Ayame; her mind was DIRTY.

“Ehehehe… boners~ And big warm pussy~ And puckered assholes fit for stuffing, ooooh and cum, all over my pancakes, hehehe!” Ayame licked her black lips, rolling her eyes back, panting like a dog caught in a heat wave. Tanukichi thwapped her on the head, trying to get her back to focusing. Her boner was always hideously huge, and if Tanukichi wasn’t as carefuly as she was, someone was bound to notice and comment on it, or worse yet, report them to the police. That’d just about be the end of their lives if they let something like that happen.

They both had ill-fitting hats on their heads over their animal ears, and their tails stuffed inside their skirts to try and hide it. Tanukichi’s was a much harder tail to hide since was just so voluminous. It was a plume, big and fluffy, and always waving rather Tanukichi willed it or not. Ayame’s was a lot more expressive, wagging almost constantly, making her skirt flutter, occasionally giving a glimpse of her large ass, with her pair of panties nearly getting eaten by her massive cheeks.

Every step was a new nightmare, some new pair of eyes trying to pick out what was wrong with them. Tanukichi couldn’t button her shirt all the way up, and had cleavage for days. Ayame’s breasts were nearly the same, but her whole attitude was different. She just had a face like she wanted to fuck, and she paused to hump into Tanukichi’s ass almost every single time they had to cross the street. Waiting for the signal to cross was the absolute worse, and several times while waiting, Ayame worked herself to cum. She was just an animal, willingly cumming whenever she got the chance. Tanukichi was nearly certain that she herself was sporting a massive boner, maybe even bigger than Ayame’s, but her hands were at her lap, keeping her cock pressed down.

She regretted her choice, but if Ayame was going to try to fuck a butt every single time they stood still, she couldn’t risk a train. Ayame on a train or bus for five or six or seven minutes would just result in the girl having enough time to insert into Tanukichi, or even into someone else who would never be as willing as the horny tanuki girl. If it meant avoiding being too noticeable, they’d have to walk the whole way.

“I thought you said we were going to take a bus. I was looking forward to it, I’ve been cooking up some new physical dirty jokes.” Ayame cackled. Tanukichi did not enjoy Ayame’s sudden surge of interest in the prospect of the dirty joke. Like any inventive comedian, she was seeking a path to improve her humor, aiming now to turn the dirty joke into a dirty physical joke. Her props were her dick, and the punch line was when she cums on the ass.

“We’re not going to take the bus.” Tanukichi said. God, her voice wasn’t just cute, it was a little husky now, wasn’t it? She sounded like a succubus, so much so she didn’t recognize herself anymore.

“Aww, c’mon! We shooould!” Ayame thrusted forward, in a little footy dancy humping into her cohort.

“Enough of that!” Tanukichi groaned. She power walked a few steps ahead, just trying to get out of Ayame’s power thrust range. They had to hurry and get to Hyoka, they had to figure this out. Would walking really get them there in time? Was the risk of Ayame knocking up everyone in a train worth it? Tanukichi caught sight of a certain shop in the corner of her eye, and the answer was clear.

Ayame wore the collar with twofold emotions. The first layer was impure, some terrible mix of humiliation and frustration. The nerve of putting a collar on her like she was a dog, or even worse, like she couldn’t be trusted! Though, all the same, underneath that aesthetic coat of emotional paint, she was brewing a stew of extraordinary lust. She was a very kinky dog, after all. A collar around her neck just felt so right. She panted happily at times, stroking at her cock under her skirt. Tanukichi groaned, lunging forward to slap her hand away from herself.

The ride was still awkward. Ayame found a way to grope a woman, up skirt one, and lick a guy. Beyond that, the whole ride was almost without event until Ayame just suddenly went haywire. They were just one or two more stops away from getting out when she just leapt forward. The woman she slid into couldn’t have seen it coming. Ayame thrust dumbly into her. Tanukichi tugged on her collar, but she just wouldn’t get off. Good god, she was knotted in!

She shook the train, fucking the girl’s face into a window. Ayame howled and barked, giggling the whole time she did it. She was giddy, giddier than a dog with a bowl filled with bacon. Her hips just kept dancing, fluctuating to the rhythm of a girl who just wanted to cum and run. Her cock erupted out the tip, and she stuffed the girl. She was dripping, Ayame’s load dripping between her legs, staining her thighs white. The train doors slid open, and with her knot finally small enough, and extra slippery, Tanukichi tugged the horny mutt off. They ran.

Ayame was still really fast, as she had to be being a terrorist on the run constantly, but her speed was neutered being latched onto the slightly slower Tanukichi. She was always just far ahead enough that she was at the end of her lead, tugging and trying to lead Tanukichi further on like a sled dog tugging her along. “Why did you do that Ayame?!” Tanukichi groaned. “That isn’t like you, we can’t just run around and draw attention to us. Why in the hell would you-“

“It felt so good!” Ayame howled in response, her tongue hanging from her mouth as she ran, leaving some of her drool to fly. She seemed happy, tasting the wind run down her tongue. “I filled her with me, gave her a good taste of my crazy dog dick. And hey, maybe it will spead!”

“What?!” Tanukichi shook her head. “What the hell are you talking about? It won’t spread, there’s no way-“

“Maybe we have a lewdness disease.” Ayame said. “And maybe if we can spread it, we can take the down system, make everyone finally understand and remember what lust is.”

“But what good is understanding it if they are as dumb horny as us?!” Tanukichi replied, now starting to keep up the pace with Ayame. The buildings just flew by. They were close to the school, very close. They were fairly late, not that they were in the mood to be counted in attendance. If they sat down in a class room they’d have their hats removed, and some really good security to come capture them and lock them away.

“They’ll learn like you’ve been.” Ayame replied. “You’ve been holding yourself back pretty good! More teen boys need your kinda restraint.”

“I’m not exactly a teen boy anymore-“

“Yeah!” Ayame grinned, never letting Tanukichi quite finish her sentences. “I love it! These things we’ve turned into, futanari. It’s so amazing! Everyone is on equal ground, though with a slight edge towards the female side, which I’m fine with. I’d never give up my titties for a dick, not even for a BIG dick!” Ayame laughed heartily. “And just look at you! Your tits are so good you made me gay for them! I was pretty sure I was straight before last night, but holy cow, I’m whatever orientation it is that says I only like big dicks, balls, and titties!” Tanukichi lunged forward, trying to cover her mouth.

“At least pretend that the PMs are still monitoring you…” Her nose cold and wet when Tanukichi put her hand around Ayame’s face. Ayame wrestled free, just as they got to the school grounds. There wasn’t anyone waiting around in the front courtyard, no doubt because they finally arrive just as the classes were in session. No one would be sneaking around right now. Tanukichi wasn’t sure what class Hyoka would be in right now, but they would have to tug her out right away. As well, sometimes she would skip classes to sneak into the science lab. Maybe she was there right now, despite it all.

The halls were empty. Every locker was unoccupied, every door unguarded by a teacher or a student lurking around. The whole place was just more quiet than Tanukichi was used to. The pair ran down the hall, past the offices, past the entrance to the cafeteria, past the gym, far away from the swimming pool, no matter how hard Ayame tugged towards it, begging for an extra fierce fuck so she could hide her boner. She only fucked that girl on the train about ten minutes ago, if she was already sporting a boner than nothing would keep it down. Besides, getting caught fucking in the school might be worse than fucking in the streets or the train. At least over there it was a lot easier to run away.

The door to the lab was right in front of them. Ayame reached forward for the knob, trying at least three different times to twist the knob and open the door to no avail. Tanukichi took a turn with it before defaulting to knocking on the door. No response. Well, they might as well go ham. Tanukichi started to punch at the door, pounding at the sturdy door, making it shake in its bolts.

“Who goessss there?” Asked a voice that sounded remarkably like Hyoka.

“Hyoka, is that you?” Tanukichi asked.

“…Who is this?”

“Idiot, your voice is different now.” Ayame said, clearing her throat. “Heya, Hyoka, it’s me, Ayame. Can you let us inside, we need your help, really bad. If you let us in, I’ll be in your debt. Penis- I mean please, can breast us- I mean let us inside?”

There was a long silence. The door slid open. Hyoka slithered over. There was a lab coat loosely fitting around her human upper half, her slick scaly body slithering over the tiles. Hyoka scanned the space behind Tanukichi and Ayame. “Hurry inside.” She ordered. The pair didn’t question what was going on. They had a feeling that Hyoka was going through whatever it was too. “No doubt, you probably want answers.” Hyoka said with a mournful tone. “It was my lust potion. I was trying to revive an ancient lust weapon to force several students to engage in body melding. However, my mistakes were far more drastic than I thought.”

“They really were.” Tanukichi replied, unable to look away from the twin cocks Hyoka had on full display. W-what’s wrong with me? Tanukichi tried to focus, but all she could feel was her nuts. Swaying. Ripe and full. She could feel every drop of cum, how badly she needed to cum. All the times Ayame got to nut out in the air taunting her.

“Anna is forcing me to do terrible things with it, now. She loves the effects, even though I didn’t intend them. The gender manipulation, and now the animal traits, it is clear that what I have unleashed is some terrible plague, that’ll render all of Japan a mess of horny, furry animals with large reproductive organs. We need to hurry and find a cu-“ Hyoka couldn’t talk much more, since Tanukichi and Ayame both dived down, each on a different cock.

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Binkan was in the class, minding her own business. Without a clue, she went on, letting her class carry on as it always did. The teacher was rambling on, following the material so thoroughly he hadn’t yet faced away from the teacher’s manual.

Class never got much more exciting than this, unless of course it was one of the days they were being attacked by terrorists. Then things got a little interesting. Binkan was still ashamed to this day that she had ever looked at any of the lewd material that SOX tried to force onto people. It was terrible, and yet she did it, she peeked. Her face was going red while in class. She realized how her thoughts were effecting her, so she shook her head quickly and snapped herself right out of her little fit. She had to stay focused. This was going to be on the test.

On her notebook page, though, her hand was idle, and had drawn a dick. It was a simple dick, but a dick all the same. Binkan gasped, looking nervously around the class. S-she shouldn’t have been able to draw that! The monitoring system should be beeping really loud right now, ready to drag her away from her class as a terrible person, a lewd threat to society. Before anyone could notice what she had done, she grabbed ahold of the page and ripped it from her notebook, crumbling the obscene artistic rendition into a mound of crumpled paper.

She couldn’t help but notice that her teacher was dragging along now. His words kept getting confused, and he just kept grabbing at his chest, asking the kids about where he left off. Whenever he went too long without an answer, Binkan rose her hand. “Er… I-I think we were talking about the Edo period?”

“Y-yes, the Ero period…”

“U-Ummm…” Bikan nervously glanced back and forth. She noticed her class mates all looked a little hunched forward. She turned back to the teacher. “Don’t you mean Edo, sir?”

“What? That’s what I said, isn’t it? Ero? Edo? Ero it is! Hahaha yes…” The teacher cleared his throat, both of his hands at his check, groping into himself. His breath got really funny.

“A-are you having a heart attack?!” Binkan rose from her seat, panicked.

“N-no, don’t be- aaaah… S-silly…” The teacher replied, looking like he could hardly stay standing. Binkan rose from her seat and headed for the door.

“I-I’ll go get the nurse!” She said, and she ran out the door, fear driving her feet faster across the floor. She closed the door behind her and took a moment to catch her breath. The air was a lot purer out here.

She ran down the hall, hunting for the nurse’s office. It just struck her that she actually wasn’t very sure where the nurse was since she never really got hurt. Every door she passed by, she gleaned a quick look through the door or the window on the door. She took inventory on every room she could, though some windows were a little steamed up, making the rooms look too foggy to figure out. She went past the science room, not even bothering to stick her face up against the window. Though, she swore she could almost hear someone talking inside…

“- The gas will seep through out the school.” The voice said. “It will spread my lovely purity, Tanukichi~” The voice almost sounded like Anna! … Well, she was talking about spreading purity. Whatever it was, it had to be good, especially if it was Anna who was talking about it! No one was purer in the whole school than Anna. Binkan almost completely went past, but something dragged her backwards. She went back and peered through the window. She… She couldn’t believe anything she saw, and regretted seeing it right away.

Anna, the beacon of purity for the school, the proof of concept that such a pure, unbroken girl could even exist in Japan, was standing tall as some sort of naked, perverse monstrosity. Her chest was massive, with white fur growing across her, white as snow. She had a massive dick – what Binkan assumed was a cock, she only knew what she did from the SOX material – that looked inhuman. As Anna spoke, her face was stretching out into a muzzle, a very animal one. She looked like some sort of deer, a caribou or something? Anna moaned, plowing into something that Binkan couldn’t quite make out.

There was some snake woman she could recognize, Ayame, who was on a leash being held by Anna, and some other girl just out of frame beyond what Binkan could see. She had hair as brown as Tanukichi’s though. Binkan nervously stepped away from the window. Nervously, she stepped away slowly, glimpsing across the doors she passed by before. The students inside where… T-they were… And the boys were sticking it in there… And the girls were happy, but some of them were sticking in each other… Binkan didn’t have one of those, and she couldn’t imagine how a girl goes about getting one…

At the nurse’s office, Binkan found the nurse was busy being tugged into a pink haired girl’s lap. “Kosuri’s dick feels good~” She purred, her tail swaying in the air, her cat ears standing tall and proud. Her name was Kosuri, it seemed. Kosuri turned her head over to the intruding Binkan, a sadistic grin on her face as she greeted the shy girl. “Ooh, another fuck toy~” She lifted her foot and took off one of her cute socks, revealing the paw pads and claws growing out of her feet. “C’mon, you can clean Kosuri up. Start with the feet, and then lick the cum off of my cock when this bitch is done.” Kosuri said, nudging her fingers against the woman who was made to pleasure her.

“W-what?! N-no, I could never- I- I need to-“ She was out the door, glancing nervously behind her shoulders to see if that girl was chasing after her. The air in the nurse’s office was thick. Binkan was coughing the whole way down the hall. She fell forwards, forced to take refuge in the corner of a turn to rest, trying to fetch some air into her nervous, shivering body.

She took slow breaths, counting the seconds carefully between breathing in, and breathing out. She felt something stir. She opened her eyes, like she knew she was about to face a nightmare. Her eyes opened. There was a bulge in her skirt. It formed so fast, she couldn’t believe it. She had hoped the whole process when she first imagined it would be drawn out and slow, with plenty of time for a doctor to help her get rid of it, but the doctor was busy sucking a dick in this school, and it was starting to seem like everyone had a dick. Maybe she should just join them-

She rushed back to her class, peering in. Her teacher was a horny shark girl, and was fucking one of her classmates, who was turning into a cat girl. A boy was getting his ass eaten out while breasts grew in. A girl was fucking another girl. The girl being pounded into was sobbing, the girl doing the pounding was laughing and growing bull horns. The sobbing girl fell forward, raising her ass in the air. Binkan tried to nervously step towards her, gasping, but the girl who seemed so innocent a second ago grew out. Testicles dropped out of her body, pulsating as they grew. The girl shuddered, a pair of fox ears sprouted from her head. She shivered, making a little yip noise. She squinted, turning her teary eyes over to Binkan. Her eyes scanned her like a piece of meat until she found the best morsel off of the girl. “P-please rape me.” She begged, swaying her ass, which sprouted a cute orange tail. Her nuts swayed, her pussy ached, her anus tensed. “Please… Please rape me, I need it~”

“Wow, she’s still growing.” One girl remarked, walking over to Binkan and grabbing her dick. Binkan froze, like a deer in the headlights, unable to fight them off. She nervously scanned over the girls surrounding her. One of them was Otome, that short girl who liked to draw. She was naked, and most of her body was covered in scales. She drew as fast as she could. She looked at Binkan with the brightest of excited eyes. Binkan shuddred, just nervously walking forward. More girls latched to her, some of them clearly boys as their misfitted uniforms fell off them, others were always girls, with dicks too big for their skirts, and the their tops naughtily torn away in tatters.

“C’mon big girl~” One of them said, her body clearing turning to a horse. She bent over, rubbing her massive rear against Binkan. “Breed me hard.”

“I…I…Can’t…I’…” Binkan just stuttered, staring at the girl, glancing over at the others. They just came closer, rubbing their hands adoringly over Binkan’s body. They grasped at her shaft, and her chest, and her rear, and her hair, and her legs, and her stomach. They just kept groping, hunting for the next tender place to touch.

“I wanna see how big her nuts grow~” One girl said, who was clearly some sort of aquatic. “Sakura grew the biggest nuts so far.” She said, gesturing over to a girl in the corner who was now coming over to fuck their former teacher. She had a massive horse cock, and balls that swayed heavy as she walked. “If she beats Sakura, she should be our new queen since she’ll be the one cumming the most.”

“Maybe we should suck her and Sakura off anyways, see who cums more. Then that should be our queen.” The original horse girl said.

Binkan couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Nor could she believe just how well she was hearing it. She shuddered at the slight pain, as two perky bunny ears grew out the top of her head. Her senses felt woozy, exactly how she figured being drunk might as felt. Before, in this garden of ripe fruits, she didn’t so much as consider. Now, she was lightly starting to partake. She squeezed nuts, and carrots, and melons, and grazed over the fertile soil, and poked a finger down a fresh hole, ready to be seeded.

The girls responded in time, helping Binkan to disrobe. The girls were impressed with the especially fluffy fur that was growing around her body. Her breasts were considered especially soft by some of the girls that felt her up. One of them swore they could die with how soft they were, of course such praise earning another grope, just so they could savor the true quality of the thing they were feeling. Binkan’s eyes narrowed, a little smile crossing her face. She just couldn’t help it, it was so oddly enjoyable. She kept walking forward lightly, with now all of the girls upon her in one way or another, helping her to disrobe, two girls snorting into her panties whilst they plowed each other.

The girl who was desperate for another round of sex threw herself down on Binkan’s bunny cock, gasping as it filled her to the brim, Binkan’s plenty large nuts swaying as she did. Some other girl had grabbed Sakura, and the two were seemingly racing to cum now. Binkan couldn’t imagine what cumming would feel like. Her entire life, it felt like it was supposed to be the scariest thing, this thing that could probably kill her if she wasn’t ready. She came. She was the queen.

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Tsukimigsu looked rather gorgeous. He, well, she now certainly, was a harpy of sorts, with gorgeous raven feathers along her winged arms, and talons on her feet, and a few feathers growing along her petite body. She was thin, and nearly flat-chested. She watched over all of the going on, ever silent as ever. Her judgement was preserved, and even when turned into some horny animal, she abstained, quietly awaiting the moment Anna may need her to take drastic action. Tanukichi was almost envious of her and dedication. After all, Tanukichi had finally given in.

Anna was bent over a science desk, glasses shattered on the floor. Hyoka was far away from that table, busy making the machine work, the device that flooded the school with pink gas that would turn everyone into what they are, and eventually, all of Japan. Tanukichi wasn’t sure who thought of it first, Anna and her messed up idea of what exactly purity was, or Hyoka, and how so suddenly her idea of how experimenting could work became so twisted. It didn’t matter, because Tanukichi was inside her. She was plowing into the crush of her life.

Anna’s little doe tear drop tail raised up high, leaving her rear free for the plunging. Tanukichi didn’t waste any time ever considering the pucker, she went straight for the cunt, budging the nuts on the first attempt to shove right in. Anna moaned that gorgeous moan, that feminine gasp as the struggled of handling that much man took her. She dragged her hard nails across the table, her hooves clicked as she buckled up for what was something she had been waiting for, for so long, no doubt. Her breasts pressed against the table, and Tanukichi’s clawed hands grasped around her shoulders.

She thrusted in. God, it felt so good to be so deep into Anna. Her moans were ecstasy, something Tanukichi wanted to adore for so long. Her tanuki ears shivered as her own muzzle started to grow in. She would be a complete tanuki soon. Well, not a feral one. Hyoka says all of the modifications to their body more than confirmed that they would remain human. “We’re turning into a subgenre of hentai, one most people would rather forget…” Hyoka said, showing a surprising amount of knowledge in genre. “We’re becoming… furries.” Furries. What a fitting word, Tanukichi sure as hell felt furry.

That’s fine by her, Anna’s butt looked so cute furry. It was pure white, with little grey patterns around her rear, only working to accentuate the roundness of it all. That, of course, only made it an even better target to thrust into. Tanukichi’s thick knotted tanuki cock plugged forward, a loud shlick confirming that the worst was over, and she was locked in until Anna had drained her balls of a enough cum to descend her bulge, and believe her when she says that this will take a while. Tanuki balls were massive, and well applauded for their ability to carry cum.

Whilst she plowed, Ayame was busy, tending to Hyoka of course. Tanukichi felt a bit sour about it, wishing that Ayame could have helped her splitroast Anna, but at the same time, this moment was something deeper, something with so many pent up emotions she didn’t know how she would be dealing with it if Ayame was on the other side of Anna. No, this had to be Tanukichi on Anna, this had to be the moment she finally put these feelings to rest, or figured out some new ones. Whatever the case, she couldn’t go back to where she was before.

“Oh god, Tanukichi!” Anna gasped, her throat squealing cutely. “Your purity rod is filling me to the brim~ OH GOD it feels sooooo GOOD!” She giggles, swaying her rear faster, trying to hump back. She shoved her hands against the edge of the table, clumsily pushing herself back. Tanukichi’s cock nearly bent a little. Groaning, she gave Anna’s rear something that could still pass for a playful smack. Anna gasped, a slight hint of deer to her startled noise.

“I told you before, they aren’t purity rods.” Tanukichi said, some part of her happy that she got to be the one who finally taught Anna these important things. Anna needed to know about the birds and the bees, and the cocks and titties. I’m the girl to do it, Tanukichi thought, admiring herself. “They’re called cocks! Say it! Say cock!”

“C-co…” Anna gasped, shaking her head. “I-I can’t, my mother always said not to call them that. She-“

“Your mom had a cock inside her at one point, just like you did. What do you think she called it back then, huh?”

“A…” Anna blushed, shaking her head. “Purity…?”

“No.” Tanukichi replied, thrusting sturdier into that doe ass. “She called it a cock! A dick! A penis, a slab of manmeat, a monster, a plow~” Tanukichi giggled, well used to her seductive voice at this point. She couldn’t even remember what her old nerdy voice sounded like. She was probably just some random guy, could easily blend in with a crowd. Now she felt more like a goddess, someone who had to be acknowledged. At least, in this moment, when she could plug the girl of her dreams as much as she damn well pleased, she felt like a goddess. A goddess of corruption.

“C-cock!” Anna gasped. “Oh, your cock your cock your fucking cock!” Anna groaned, bouncing her rear back against her love. “Please, fill me with your dick! Fucking stuff my dumb whore ass with your c-c-c-cum! Your pure delicious cum, your sweet innocent cock! Oh my god please, fucking do it!” She begged. She’d been desperate for a while. Tanukichi could smell it, even while she was fucking away into her. That was the very definition of needy, reeking of desperation even during the act of getting the very thing she wanted.

That was all she needed. She came. At least, for the first time she came. Her cock just started to empty inside Anna in a fit that almost felt like an orgasm, but she knew for sure she still had quite a bit left in her. The reindeer beneath her just shuddered, certainly feeling that torrent of white that started to explode out into her. She took it all, too, gasping and moaning through every wave, begging for more cum inside her. She just sounded like the most eager whore, Tanukichi couldn’t help but just start all over again.

Sure, it was a much creamier fuck than before, but damn was it slippery and fast. The action picked up plenty. Every fuck, a sloppy torrent of her cum came splashing out, splattering against Anna’s snow white thighs, threatening to blend in like blue birds in a blue sky. Tanukichi flew in and out, surprised with her own strength, and how easily they were overcoming friction. Anna shook, the desk beneath her shaking along with the pair of fat dicked, fat chested animal women plowing into each other. That was almost enough to break the desk, but it held out through Tanukichi’s second orgasm.

She tugged out, falling backwards, tired from just exactly how fierce she went. When she looked up, Ayame and Anna were both at her cock, showering it in kisses. Each wrapped a hand around a ball, and then one each had a hand around Tanukichi’s tall cock. They giggled, glancing over at each other, sharing a kiss. Tanukichi could hardly believe her luck. Her cock tip started to gush a little more than either girl was expecting, leaving them with some messy dribbles of cum leaking down across their cheeks, their foreheads, and even a little on their breasts.

Hyoka just quietly worked, both of her cocks well worked enough for the girl to focus on her task at hand. This day was going to be the start of something new, something intense. Research concluded that cum made the changes more intense, and could even start them in brand new recipients. As well, the chemicals that were used to create the potion could easily be modified with the help of the perverse archives on chemistry that Anna easily got access to. She made the cock girl plague airborne, and that was by far the proudest moment of her life.

Soon, if everything went right, they could spread it. All of Japan would quickly fall, all those damn idiots who wanted to censor the truth of life, the truth of perversion, would receive a taste of what real medicine was. Real medicine wasn’t killing the disease and keeping you alive in a cage on antibiotics, the real cure was a vaccination, a taste of pure lust, so you can figure out how to survive it, how to avoid it. Nothing will promote awareness in the individual than a crazy animal futa plague. Of course, that could just be the futa madness talking, but Hyoka couldn’t see a single place where this plan could go south.

Of course, a cure was already made. Soon as the world learned its lesson, she could turn everyone back and have them retain their memories of the whole ordeal. Oh, the tales they will tell, and maybe just maybe some of those especially stupid censors and politicians will finally realize the error of their ways. Maybe, just maybe, they’ll come to love body melding as much as Hyoka realized she did. It was a pure amazing thing, and she for one was looking forward for the yiff apocalypse.

…

Sophia gasped, trying to find the damn emergency gas mask. The helicopter was attacked by some gas projectile. She had heard warnings that the city was far gone, but she couldn’t believe the extent to which it was. The whole academy was some wild breeding ground, whilst the rest of the city was completely converted into something the big wigs were calling GAP. Genetically altered persons. Some GAPs were wild fucking machines, keeping to their territory, while others were already completely settled, getting back to work, albeit, with a lot more casual sex.

If they had a boner, they just asked around, politely finding someone who would gladly take care of it. Researchers had dropped in, living amongst the GAPs to see exactly what was happening. Of the ten or so who went, eight returned, whilst two of them had been converted over, either by accident or by purpose. Their data was discarded, for fear of a bias. Despite their will to peacefully discover what was going on, Sophia’s helicopter was still attacked as it flew off to land at the academy. Sophia gasped for air, coughing as the pink gas invaded her. She fell from the helicopter door onto the landing pad. She looked up, catching sight of what was once her daughter.

“I hope you don’t mind the welcoming committee, mother.” Anna grinned. “Tanukichi once told me it is important for a family to stay together…” She groped the necklace that dangled between her chest. Her and Tanukichi’s other mate, Ayame, all had necklaces like it. She looked back up at Sophia, as a fat horse cock grew, violating her body all the way up to her tits, cumming right out through her fancy dress coat. “Well, I figured I should make sure you don’t go back home without me.”

“Y-you idiot! You ruined everything! We could have just figured out a cure and-“ She was slapped in the face with a dick. She stared up at Anna, unable to believe what her daughter just did.

“W-why didn’t you tell me what they were called…” Anna was tearing up, shaking her head. She held her necklace tighter, and tighter. “You never told me what they were, what they meant. W-why the fuck didn’t you tell me these were called dicks?!” Anna plowed forward, filling her mother’s mouth. Sophia was powerless to interfere, and in fact, after a while, she came to enjoy it.

Japan would all come to enjoy it slowly. SOX had expanded to a bigger organization, YIFF. They wouldn’t rest until all were converted, educated, and reverted one day. Until then, ever the furriest, horniest monsters could be taught what sex was, and how to repress it, and when it is good, and when it is bad. Sometimes, giving in and becoming an animal was the best way to figure out how you actually feel about things. Just… Y’know, be cool about, okay? Don’t hurt somebody. Jesus.