"Stand up."
The smooth, confident command was given in a tone that usually carried demands like, "Kneel." But instead, it was the woman already waiting on the floor who spoke.
Despite the fact that Bella was kneeling on
her
dorm room floor, stripped to her underwear and looking up at Siobhan in a position that normally would have been completely submissive, the smirk on her face was making the taller woman's poor little heart do backflips. Bella
knew
what she was doing to her, and she
liked
it.
Bella couldn't match her for size. A teeny little thing, the not-quite-five-foot princess Siobhan had picked up and brought home with her, with her pale, petite frame and big brown eyes, was easily ten inches shorter, if not more. Where Siobhan's body blossomed with abundant, curvaceous femininity, Bella's was demure and slender. Siobhan had come onto her ferociously, entertaining fantasies of burying her fat cock in a tight little pussy while her hand tugged on a generous fistful of that shock of curly, chocolate-coloured hair. The moment she had heard Bella's voice, she had imagined it moaning her name and begging for more.
Instead, Siobhan rose to her feet as she was commanded, trembling slightly as Bella's gaze raked up and down her body, sizing her up, lingering on her crotch. At this height, her eye level was at about the upper thigh, meaning she still had to tilt her head to get a proper view.
She nodded absently. "Good," she said, her voice tinged with the barest hint of smugness. That little twist of her plush lips was an arrow right to the heart. "Show me," she said simply.
"Sh...show you?" To Siobhan's immediate embarrassment, her voice wavered slightly as she spoke. What was *happening?* What was Bella doing that made her stammer like a nervous virgin? Why was she still fully clothed? What was stopping her from just doing what she always did?
Siobhan had always taken the lead. Always. As a futanari, it seemed all too often that she had inherited - at least to an extent - the societal expectations for penis-havers to be in control of a hookup. But when Bella's eyes, soft and gentle though they seemed, met hers, she froze.
"I don't like repeating myself." Bella's voice was still soft and musical, though there was an edge to it. Not quite impatience, but an implicit warning. "Just this once, I'll rephrase: Take. Out. Your. Fucking. Cock."
Siobhan gasped softly, an involuntary response that she immediately regretted. The way those crude words contrasted with Bella's sweet appearance
did
something to her. The way her teeth gripped her bottom lip as she emphasised the
Ffff-
sound, the way her mouth rolled sensuously around the open
oh
> in the middle of 'cock'... This was no innocent sweetheart. Bella was lascivious, poised and frankly, terrifying.
Siobhan had never been scared of a four-ten brunette in lacy mint-coloured lingerie before, but she figured there was a first time for everything. Haltingly, cursing her quaking fingers, she reached down and fumbled with her belt. The clinking of its buckle was the only sound in the room for the several seconds it took her to unfasten it, Siobhan's hands refusing to adequately perform the basic task she asked of them several times a day.
Bella lifted a hand to her mouth and giggled quietly, a sound that made Siobhan's blood boil. What was she doing? She'd brought a dozen girls home this year already, and she'd never had any problem tearing her jeans off, whipping her rock-hard cock out and railing them. Yet suddenly, she was shyly struggling to get her pants off?
"Fuck," she grunted, finally unhooking the belt, swiftly undoing the button and zipper behind it, and pushing her waistband down to mid-thigh. Finally able to breathe, her cock flopped out, her pride and joy on display at last.
Fully eleven inches long at full mast, Siobhan's shaft was only marginally shorter than that when it was flaccid. Easily as thick as Bella's spindly forearm, it hung heavily and hot, a hefty shaft that put men and fellow futas alike to shame. Proportionally large, dangling balls hung behind it, effectively blocking access to an untouched, virginal vulva that she had long decided never to use.
"Nice..." Bella purred, her eyes seeming to glimmer slightly as she leaned closer. Her hot breath brushed over the uncut tip of Siobhan's cock, making it twitch. "You'll do just fine."
Siobhan preened. Those words from Bella tickled her strangely, offering a slight sense of approval and pride - the little brunette's words meant something to her, despite the fact they'd only met an hour ago. Scowling, she snapped out of it. "Fine? I'm worried this won't fit inside you, short stuff."
Bella quirked an eyebrow. "Who says it's going inside me? I don't remember making any such promises."
"You-!" Siobhan steamed, gritting her teeth. "Why did I bring you here, then?"
Bella chuckled, rocking back on her heels to look past Siobhan's massive cock to meet her eyes. "Why indeed, cutie? Tell me... when you came and grabbed my hips in the club, you could tell how tiny I was, right?"
Siobhan frowned, but remained silent. Of course she had known. What could she say to that?
"Mm-hmm~" Bella trilled, her eyes crinkling with amusement. "I think it turns you on. The size difference. I bet you can't wait to get at this pussy. Split me open. Make me scream. Tell you how
biiiig
and
deep
your cock is... right?"
Again, Siobhan said nothing. But she didn't need to - the way her cock twitched, almost swinging forward to bump Bella's face, betrayed everything. Feeling a blush begin to creep up her freckled cheeks, Siobhan looked away.
"At least one part of you can be honest," Bella chuckled. "I think it deserves a reward for that."
Siobhan flinched and glanced swiftly back down as she felt a soft, warm pressure on the top of her cock. Bella's sweet lips, planting a kiss on the upper side of it, with only the slightest hint of dampness from her tongue between them, burned like pleasurable fire.
"What are you-?" Siobhan started, but she was swiftly cut off.
"Shhhhh," Bella hissed gently, the susurrous sound sending a sweet rush of air past Siobhan's shaft, which twitched and rose slightly in response. She planted another kiss in the same place, this one paired with the slightest flick of her warm, wet tongue over the skin. Rocking back, she licked her lips as if to savour the taste, looking back up at Siobhan mischievously. "C'mon, get hard for me."
"What?" Siobhan felt her cock twitch, but she scowled at the entitlement.
"What, you need help?" Bella's sing-song voice ticked her off, but at the same time it dragged Siobhan into her pace. "Need me to tease you? Put on a little show for you, cutie?" she giggled, using her upper arms to squeeze her modest breasts together, creating cleavage where previously there had been next to none. She pursed her lips, posing like a pinup and wiggling her hips.
Siobhan groaned. It was silliness, pure nonsense. And yet she felt her cock stir in response, roused by Bella's coquettish posturing. "....Yes," she admitted, then took a swift breath and attempted to take control of the situation. "Show me your tits."
Yet again, Bella laughed, causing Siobhan's ears to burn nearly as red as her hair. "I thought futas were different to boys," she teased, "but you sound just like my high school prom date. Ask nicely, and I'll consider it."
Siobhan felt her lip tremble. Her face was hot, her ample chest heaved with each breath, and her eyes were watery, causing her to blink angrily. Was she really going to let this teensy, petite little thing tell her what to do?
"...Okay." Against all her furious indignation, she forced herself to swallow a little more of her pride. Bella would change her tune soon enough - she just had to endure it. "Please... please show them to me. I want to get hard." The sentences felt strange in her mouth, especially as she would normally have been rock hard with anticipation by now. Usually what she said after taking her pants off went more along the lines of 'Don't worry, it won't hurt that much,' or simply 'Suck it.' She shivered imperceptibly as she thought about the frown that would certainly crease Bella's face if she dared to make such a demand.
Bella beamed. "Atta girl!" she said warmly, reaching behind her with delicate fingers. A moment later, her dainty green bralette snapped open, the straps sliding down her arms as she brought them back in front. Holding it in place for a moment, she winked up at Siobhan. "Ask and you shall receive," she purred, before letting it drop away entirely, revealing the slight swells of her barely-there breasts.
Siobhan moaned aloud at the sight, her cock surging upwards a bit in response. They were
perfect.
Suddenly she felt strangely unsatisfied with her own enormous breasts. Her second pride and joy, after her thick girlcock, they sat heavily on her chest with a natural sag, stretching whatever shirt she yanked over them and barely staying confined in a G-cup bra. Bella's, by contrast, were pert and small, the sort that would disappear in Siobhan's hands. Unmistakeably feminine, they were perfectly formed and sat high, so well supported that she doubted a bra was even necessary. Topped with tiny, dun-brown nipples, they seemed to come straight out of her fantasies.
"Mmm..." Bella murmured in response, sounding genuinely enthusiastic at last. "You like my tits that much, huh?" She squeezed them gently, rubbing a thumb over each nipple as she focused her gaze on Siobhan's slowly swelling cock.
"Yes..." Siobhan replied just as slowly, feeling the familiar light-headed tug of arousal as her body pumped blood into her member. It wasn't drastic enough to make her lose her reason, but it made her blink absently and continue babbling. "I love them. I want to..." She didn't know. There were a thousand verbs fluttering aimlessly in her head like confused moths: lick, suck, touch, pinch, squeeze, tease, kiss, bite...
"You want to what, darling?" Bella prompted.
Darling.
