Her mother was out drinking again. Mirin didn't care, it gave her free reign over the flat allowing her to have three of her four sluts around her legs; Susan was absent due to work. Despite awakening to their purposes as females, appearances were important, as was money. Mirin wouldn't stand for her bitches living in poverty. At least while they carried her young.
Brianne was bobbing in her lap for the moment, fake tits and ass bouncing with every little movement. They were the result of an experimental, back-alley surgery that used a gelatin-like substance instead of saline or silicone. The results spoke for themselves. High sitting arches without any of the hardness Mirin read about. They had exceeded Mirin's own sizes even. Surprisingly, she didn't feel jealous of it. Why would she, when the girl clearly existed as nothing but a baby maker and cum dumpster?
Just like the other two. Erin had also developed further in the last month, her baby bump pronounced and her nipples oozing milk when they weren't plugged, while her ass bellowed from hips that struggled with most doors. Watching her sit down at work was a delight, as the fat squished against the arm rests and lifted her high. Of course, Nora was the most impressive change.
The willowy athlete had vanished. In her place, was a certified bimbo that walked and talked like anyone else, until cock became involved. It didn't even matter whether it was Mirin's, just the mention of a phallus set her mind back decades. She and Erin tended to what Brianne couldn't fit in her mouth. Grotesque lips lapped across the shaft, so huge they almost swallowed her chin, while a tongue several inches long played with Erin's as they worked.
Her breasts were hideous, lurid balloons on her chest. Unlike Brianne's experimental pair, these were soccer balls strapped across her torso, stretching any and every shirt she wore into a whorish version. The nipples had expanded to poke through any bra that she tried. Her gut bellowed outward, fat overtaking the abs she once prized, and her thighs were large enough to smother two heads at once.
Seeing her like that, having her as little more than a slave to Mirin's every whim, sexual or otherwise, should have been perfect. This was the woman who gave and shattered any optimism in her life. Mirin shoved Brianne aside, the slut's tattoos blearing under rivulets of pre-cum, and pulled Nora up by the hair so she sat on the cock. It entered with a viscous squelch, followed by the bimbo moaning and giggling brainlessly. Even basic maths became foreign to her in this state.
"I want you bigger," Mirin said, more a growl as she struggled with her own frustrations, "So huge it's a struggle just to walk straight."
"Yes, Mistress. Anything for your cock," Nora trilled, voice light and airy, but she meant every word.
"And get some piercings. Your tongue, your pussy, your clit and nipples. I want them to hurt."
"Yes."
"Erin, fist her ass."
"Fuck yes!" Nora cried as Erin obeyed in the same instant. Nothing hurt her it seemed. It all turned to pleasure. Even as Mirin bit down on a nipple, nearly breaking the skin, Nora came on her cock. Was that what she missed? The fight back, the pain... no, she still enjoyed her time with the others. And it wasn't anything wrong with sex, even in her musings, she felt an orgasm building from Nora's vapid grinding.
She just wasn't satisfied. Mirin sighed and tossed Nora aside, instead cramming her dick into Erin's gullet. A few pumps and gags later, she pumped her load, the seventh of that night, down the female's oesophagus, then pulled back to coat her throat and airways in the gunk. She hacked it up into Brianne and Nora's mouths, the three kissing as they smeared whatever they could on their bodies. Their pussies had all swollen to the point that panties and skinny jeans were worthless.
Nora's ass had also puffed out. She'd reported that the sensations fascinated her, as such she played with it nightly, either shoving fruit inside herself or just using a fist. If her nipples had followed Erin's changes then she'd be the perfect fuck. Even so, her stamina didn't match Mirin's. None of theirs did.
After seven orgasms, she was still hard and her balls full. It was past midnight, but she had the day off and her mother wouldn't return for another few hours either. One more, Mirin decided and loomed over her trio of sluts, each smeared in filth, and stroked her shaft. Slick with three sorts of fem-cum, she glided over it. The three crowded her balls, knowing she didn't want them to suck her cock at that moment.
The eighth climax exploded across the three. A fresh glazing for their already crusty faces. They'd been going for hours, most of the older loads, what few weren't inside their wombs, had dried on their skin and hair. She wondered if they could get pregnant while already carrying, but decided it didn't matter. Mirin yawned.
"I'm tired. Nora, clean my dick. You two wipe up the rest."
"Can we shower?" Brianne asked, playing with a soaked lock of hair.
"Of course not," Erin answered and slurped up cum from her fingers, "This is like our tattoos. Everyone needs to know that we're owned."
"Duh," Nora added between licks on Mirin's cock.
The tattoos had become something of a bond between them. All three had several, Erin was inked the most, with all manner of defamations on her frame. Lines ran along her rounding belly, various iterations on 'Mirin's Property', and lower down arrows pointed to her oozing cunt. Like anyone could miss that thing.
Mirin dismissed them and went to bed. Her cock ached with satisfaction, yet she wondered if that was true or just a physical thing. She needed something more. Cassidy was off tomorrow as well. Maybe she could help. If nothing else, they'd have a laugh together. She'd try Susan if she couldn't solve it herself.
The next morning, while her mother slept off a hangover, Mirin knocked on Cassidy's door. She answered after a minute, cracking the door just a little and looking flushed, as if she'd sprinted for the door.
"Oh, Mirin. I wasn't expecting you," Cassidy said and glanced back. Mirin thinned her eyes and tried stealing glances behind her friend. Annoyance flared at the secrecy. This woman had been kind to her where no one else was, and now she was keeping things from her. It must be important, Mirin thought.
"Is something wrong?"
"No, it's fine. Just getting my morning exercises in. I'm feeling a bit chubby lately."
Mirin looked her up and down through the sliver that was visible, dismissing the notion. She looked stunning, for an asexual that is. Subtle curves flowed across her softer frame, filling out where most were twigs. Hard to believe she wasn't a mother, but that could change. Mirin licked her lips, not refusing the idea. None of her sluts really loved her, they only worshipped the very ground she deigned to walk on, so perhaps a true lover was what she lacked. Someone to share hardships with, to kiss and hold without aggression.
"You look great. Can I come in? Mom's snoring on the sofa and you know what she's like hungover," Mirin said.
"Sure," the door opened for her, revealing Cassidy in nothing but a bathrobe. It fluttered open from a breeze, naked thighs coming into view. They glistened against the sunlight. Mirin sniffed the air and her cock lurched. She entered and shut the door, setting the latch as well for good measure. No one could disturb her. She smirked at Cassidy and strolled to the woman's sofa, sinking down. A familiar shape caught her eye.
"Ooh? What's this?" Mirin asked and held aloft a plastic phallus. She hid her surprise at the discovery. It was the first dildo she'd seen in person, though not impressive in size, the object was fascinating. Particularly for the coating all across its length. A woman's scent wafted from it. Not just any woman's either.
"No! Um, that's... it must've, uh..."
"Come over here, Cass," Mirin patted the cushion beside her, not relinquishing the cock. Her friend sat down, blush spreading across her collar, and stared at the floor in shame, "I thought asexuals didn't have libidos." Mirin tossed the toy from hand to hand. Her friend owning those textbooks, and by extension giving her that website link, made sense now.
"We do. It's buried deep inside, but most of us have experienced lust at least once. Some more than others," Cassidy said and trailed her eyes over Mirin's body. The futa pretended not to notice and looked around, catching a picture of herself at a perfect angle. For an asexual she'd done nothing but talk to, Cassidy was a certified slut. Lusting after a neighbour over ten years younger.
"Must be substantial if you got this thing made for you," Mirin searched the dildo for a maker, but found none, "It couldn't have been cheap for discretion."
"My grandmother makes them for me," Cassidy said.
Mirin's jaw fell, "Your grandma? Oh, that is interesting. At her age, she must've been around when there were men."
"You're not gonna tell anyone, right?"
"No, Cass. 'Course not. But I do want a few favours," Mirin set the toy down and stretched, highlighting her salacious body for her friend to ogle, "Would she be up for making more? A lot more."
"I'd have to ask, but I think so."
"Good. Secondly, how long have you been thinking about me?"
"We've been friends for years..."
"No, I mean when you're sliding this fake dick up your cunt. You think about me, don't you? I bet you imagine mine taking its place."
"That's... you're like a daughter to me," Cassidy said, but her thighs closed together, "It'd be wrong to think of you like that."
"Sure. So, if I offered to, say; slide my fingers into you and kiss you and make you cum, all while you groped my huge tits, you'd say no?" Mirin shuffled closer, breasts rippling within her pyjama top. Her hand clasped onto Cassidy's knee, thumb stroking as she teased up the leg.
"You've, uh... you've read those books thoroughly, I take it," Cassidy said, just staring at the hand creeping closer to her depraved secret.
