"Identify sources of anger, huh?" Mirin muttered over her morning coffee. She'd gone out drinking last night, the echoes of a hangover still throbbing in her head, as did the words of her therapist. Her left cheek was swollen from a short fight, which hadn't sobered her at all. Erin was later made to take the brunt of her drunken frustrations.
"What?" Her mother said. She had the morning off, as such she lazed around on the sofa, channel surfing and nursing a glass of wine. The glass was worn and smudged from years of use.
"Just something my therapist said," Mirin shrugged and munched her toast. Ugh, how did people get up and function at 6AM? In the last month, she'd woken earlier and earlier, timing it before her mum got up. That gave the perfect chance to masturbate before work, still a risk though, but the pay-off was worth it every time. Even when Lorraine passed her door last week, almost stopping her heart,
She chanced it every time for one reason; to satisfy herself. Masturbation only did so much though, and she was raring to go again soon after. Work, however, offered proper sources of relief, always at her beck and call. She left an hour early, as she had for the past two weeks, pulled her phone out and contemplated the two names she kept. Everyone else had an insult tied to them, but Erin and Brianne were left alone. They'd long since become synonymous with 'bitch' in her mind.
A quick text to Erin and Mirin was off. She headed away from the office to pick up her relief tool, waiting outside her house and teasing an erection the whole time. After a few minutes, just before Mirin was about to call, the Swede exited. She beamed at the familiar car and driver and stepped up her pace, practically skipping. Her tits threatened to smack her face each time.
"Morning Mirin," Erin said as she climbed in. What was once a svelte foreigner had become a facsimile of the futa, with a chest the size of volleyballs, and an ass that swallowed the seat with flesh to spare. Her belly bulged over her shorts, cut to just below her heavenly rear.
"Erin," Mirin warned.
"Sorry. Good morning, my mistress," Erin bowed her head, "Mistress, would you like to see my new tattoo. I think you'll love it."
"Go on then," Mirin said and pulled away from the house. It was a nice, semi-detached tucked neatly between others of similar ilk. In each of them, another asexual pranced about, ignoring what their body truly craved. She rubbed her bulging crotch and glanced at Erin, who pulled her shorts down to reveal her crotch. The frequent sessions together had taken their toll, turning the once neat labia into a mess of folds and desire. Moisture glistened on the lips already.
Above her clit, two lines of elegant script were forever carved in ink that read 'Mirin's Cum Hole'. The cum hole's owner smirked and pulled into an alleyway. It was still early enough that most people were inside, getting ready for a long day.
"You know," Mirin said as she pulled the passenger's head down into her groin, "It's probably my cum that's made you like this."
"Don't you like my body?" Erin asked through huffs of musky air. The stench of her pussy poured through the car, erasing any freshener Mirin used, but was beaten back by the fiercer reek of cock as it entered the world.
"I do. Especially the way it makes people talk about you. You know what they say?"
"No. Tell me, please?" Erin slurred as her tongue flattened on the swelling shaft. She probably wasn't listening anymore, licking her way from top to bottom.
"They think you're insane. Everyone's noticed, you know? How you're glued to me, like you can't get enough. I bet they've guessed what you do for me every lunch break. Everyone thinks you got knocked up with my genes. And that's true isn't it?" Mirin wasn't sure if she could get people pregnant. It seemed so, as Erin and Brianne both took sick days recently, right when morning sickness would settle in. And their bellies were growing.
"Yes... I took a test. I'm carrying your child," Erin moaned and looked up, "It's all thanks to your cum, Mistress. Now I'm almost as beautiful as you, and I get to birth your baby. Oh, I think I'll cum just thinking about it."
"You're such a slut," Mirin snorted, though she wondered at how she'd changed this girl - it couldn't be an act at this stage, unless Erin was that devoted to a trick - not just physically, but psychologically. Part of her wanted to bring it up with her therapist, see what they made of it. Not that they'd give her any useful information.
The last session had been fruitless like all the others. More awkward questions on loan from the first time. Mirin had tried hinting at how she'd noticed changes around her, but her therapist played it off as imagination. Even the mention of 'friends' failed to get a response.
Worthless bitch. Mirin snatched fistfuls of Erin's hair, the pain a signal to open her mouth and take a deep breath, before slamming her lips down the cock until they met cloth. People like the therapist had no place if they couldn't give a shit about their patients. Might as well just be bred like Erin and Brianne. They were useless before, now they served a new purpose. Mirin's purpose.
Could she do it, though? Mirin shoved Erin aside, waiting for the girl to regain her breath, before plugging her gob again. She hadn't tried taking anyone else since Brianne, content to fuck the two girls until they were gibbering messes everyday. Although the act didn't satisfy her the way it used to. And her cum supply seemed endless.
Her body needed more than two mares to breed. As the last human with a dick on Earth, she had a responsibility to fuck everyone she could get her hands on, right? Pregnancies, growing tits and asses, subservience. A new world order. If she went far enough, then she could all but rule the world with sex. No. She wouldn't try that. Enough movies and books made it clear such ambition ended poorly.
Her therapist had told her to 'identify her sources of anger'. Maybe the first good bit of advice she got. She envisioned the therapist, forcing her to acknowledge Mirin beyond a presence. The woman had a nice shape, plump and soft. Not a mother by the size of her curves, but with potential. With Mirin's cum, what could be she become?
If it was her cum that caused the change that is. That needed to be tested. Another time, Mirin decided and set Erin's pace. Orgasm encroached, but Mirin had an appointment to set before that.
"Hello? Yes, Miss Kierick, it's Mirin. Lester. Yeah, hi. I was hoping we could reschedule our appointment. Next week? That's great, thank you." Mirin hung up and stroked the bobbing mane of blonde on her crotch, encouraging a faster tempo.
"Who'd you call?" Erin panted during one of her rare breaks, then she was back down, gagging on over half a meter of girl-cock.
"That was my therapist. Useless really, just like you and Brianne were. So... I figured I'd try some things out on her."
"Like what?" Erin mumbled.
"Hmm, I'm still thinking on it. Now shut up and swallow, Cum Hole." Supply and demand ruled the world. It governed procreation; the body demanded a child, and another supplied it. And, while Erin and Brianne were little more than organic condoms they demanded semen. Mirin's body supplied. In excess.
Erin was a champion cum guzzler. She always had the ability, having chugged three litres of water in a single breath to prove a point. Not a smart choice since she passed out after, but one that eased any concern Mirin might have, as she choked the woman on cock and cum. Streaks of white leaked out her nostrils and lips, thick like molten steel. Most went straight to her stomach. Litres upon litres of the stuff, until her tiny baby bump was lost.
She moaned the entire time. The smell of her pussy got stronger as she came just from taking Mirin's orgasm. Yet nothing she could experience compared to Mirin's pleasure. The futa rolled her hips in tandem to her spurts, clenching muscles she was once unaware of, and savouring how the cum sloughed through her urethra to hose down Erin's insides. She almost wished her cock was longer so the release could last.
"Thank you for breakfast, my mistress," Erin panted once she was released. Cum mustn't be very nutritional, but it was hard to argue with how filling it was when the woman cradled a basketball sized belly.
"Clean it up," Mirin said and sighed as the tongue gathered globs of cum and spit from her cock. Once it was clear enough, she put it away. Work beckoned, as did a second hungry belly.
Women gawked and muttered as Mirin walked in. They couldn't help themselves it seemed, as the same occurred yesterday, and the day before. Brianne and Erin shuffled behind her, the blonde waddling with her cum-baby.
"Please, please, please!" Brianne pleaded. Not an ounce of effort to hide her dependency. It was pitiful, and annoying. Hour after hour, she pestered Mirin for sex or to drink her seed.
"You'll get fed when I say," Mirin growled, "Now shut up, or Erin's getting a double helping."
"Really?" Erin perked up. If only she had a tail, Mirin thought, imagining one wagging behind the Swede.
"I'm sorry," Brianne said and bowed her head, "It's just... I need it so badly. My pussy has been aching."
"Yours too?" Erin asked, "To be honest, my nipples feel weird too."
"Don't care," Mirin shook her head, then paused to think on the words. If her cum made their bodies change this drastically, what was to say anything more was beyond it. Brianne had grown as well, not as impressive as Erin, not a small amount however. Impossible to miss.
"Actually, Brianne," Mirin sneered at her pet, "I'm going to give you a lot today. I want to confirm a few things. Don't worry Erin, I've got something to try out on you too."
"Like what?"
Her cubicle was a prison fettered in boredom for the longest time. Three walls, one opening that led to more walls and a flow of disdain, enveloped in the sound of tired mutters and key taps. For so long she'd sat there with one eye on the clock, now she couldn't resist peeking over the wall at the group gathered in a corner. Erin was at the centre, answering questions about her recent attitude and changes.
