*Hey all! just a heads up for anyone who's reading, I'd HIGHLY RECOMMEND reading the first chapter of this! It's very short, so you will have no problem whipping through it before reading this. Thanks!
This story contains Hyper, futa on female, female on male, ridiculous sizes, muscle, growth, cum, tits, and the tiniest mention of infidelity (like one sentence worth of it)*
The taxi pulled up to the side of the house, Flinging a wad of bills at the flabbergasted driver, SHE stepped out.
Well, not all of her. At first. what looked like two beach balls threatening to burst out of a death metal tank top pushed against each other as they fought to exit the taxi door.
Then, two long, pale legs, giving way to OBSCENELY thick, fleshy, but still nonetheless muscular thighs, encased in fishnets, with multi-inch heeled knee-high black leather boots, came out.
Then, plump, bee-stung, dicksucking lips came out, coated in black lipstick, followed by a face, so ornate, blemishless, and perfect it was almost un-natural, emerged. That face... those lips... were so clearly designed for fucking and sucking and saying the naughtiest shit that only an infinite number of monkeys at an infinite number of typewriters would ever have even a lottery ticket's chance of coming up with, it would be a crime if it ever said anything that wasn't explicitly sexual.
Then, she stopped. Still sitting at the edge of the carseat, she tried to hoist herself up out of it, but she realized that the absolute obscenely massive bubble butt she was sporting ended up catching at the ends of the car door.
3... 2... PUSH.
With a red-wine contralto groan, she hoisted herself out of the car to the sound of protesting metal, as her heavy-duty booty pushed it to the side, she finally stood up out of the car.
Exaggeration seemed to be understatements when it came to Amy. That death metal tank top was pushed up, revealing toned abs, with shameless words written near them, and arrows pointing further south, with words like "CUM HOLDER", "COCK-MILKER", and the ever-plain "CUNT" engraved on her flesh in an inky black, her favourite colour.
This goth bimbo sauntered over and leaned at the car window of the driver's side, breasts mashing into the underside of it.
"It's a pity about your wife..." She said with a drawl, uninterested, to the poor man, staring with lust, awe, and a little fear, at the goth sexbomb as he frantically rolled down his window to see her with no impairments.
"Fuck her... don't worry about her." With his other hand as he kept rolling down, he chucked the picture of his wife that he kept on top of the radio into the backseat, right onto the imprint that Amy's fat ass had left on... well, pretty much the entirety of the car backseat.
"Well... I would, but..." Amy pointed down at the crotch of the poor cabbie, as he looked down in horror, to see the off-colour stain that had already been left in his trousers.
"Well, um... uh... I can..."
"Shhhh..." She put a finger to his lips, as she stuck her head and hand through the window, and with practiced grace, fished his trousers down to his knees with her mouth, revealing his limp cock, sitting in a pool of cum.
She stuck her long, pierced tongue out, dragging it across his pubes, hoovering it up into her mouth, and along the now defunct penis.
