The bus ride was peaceful to her fortune. She didn't lust after any random Futanari she saw, and no one gave her any looks from what she saw, despite her stomach remaining massively bloated with cum. It sloshed with every bump in the road, the feeling odd but enjoyable. Those near her could no doubt hear the semen sloshing about within, dispelling any idea that she was just pregnant. Gwen sighed at the feeling of it all inside of her.
The rest of the day went by quietly. She had no messages on her phone, to her disappointment. It had been quite some time since she had handed in her résumé, but there was no word. Either she had come off as such a nervous wreck, or Connie had forgotten about her. That or they were just that busy. At some point she'd have to go back to the store and inquire as to why she'd had no contact whatsoever. But in the meantime, she was content to rest and eventually sleep.
Her dreams were far more vivid than before. Even upon waking up, she could recall it all quite clearly. The mere thought of them had her flushed in desire. The dream had been mostly been a retelling her the previous day's events, only the cocks were bigger and made a vast amount more cum. Gwen moaned to herself, thinking that only a couple more days from now and her dream would come true. Remembering yesterday she eagerly sat up to check her body.
The results did not disappoint. Her breasts, which had seemed to be a C cup when she'd stopped growing at first, had expanded considerably. By her estimate, she was at least a D cup, maybe even pushing DD territory. As her legs shifted, she felt something new. Even when her cock had developed and reached its current size, she didn't often feeling it with her legs or thighs. But now, she could feel the soft shaft against her skin, along with her scrotum. Curious, she tore her pants away.
Last time Gwen checked, she had been about three inches. While the growth wasn't nearly as much as she would prefer, it was visibly longer by at least an inch, its girth seeing a similar increase. Her balls were the more noticeable aspect though, as they had grown from grape or marble sized, to that of golf balls. Unfortunately, despite her erotic dream, it didn't seem ready to become erect yet. She sighed sadly, but knew it would come sooner or later.
Just as Gwen took the picture to document her growth, her phone rang. It made her jump, since only a few people had her number. She looked at the ID, seeing it was Allie.
"Hello?" She said, putting it on speaker while she walked around getting breakfast ready.
"Hey there," Came Allie's enthusiastic voice, "We still good for today?" She asked, the sound of buses in the background.
"Yeah we are. Do you need directions?" She asked, not recalling a time that she had given them her address.
"I just need your address, I already know what town you live in." She answered.
"Ok. Wait, how do you know what town I live in?"
"I recognised one of your shirts and, as far as I know, the nearest clothing store that sells it is where you're at. So, what's the address?" Allie asked. Gwen caught her muffled voice as she spoke with the driver. A short moment later, Gwen had given it and Allie was on her way.
"Great. Did you see any change today?" She asked, as she took her seat. Gwen sat down at her lone table and ate the sandwich she'd made.
"Yeah, my breasts are about a cup bigger." She said, glancing down at them.
"Really? Damn, how big do you want them to end up?" Allie asked, curious as to what Gwen was interested in.
"Um, I honestly don't know. I'm just glad to have boobs now, although..." she trailed off, fantasising about having something like G cups.
"Although?" Allie pressed.
"I guess I wouldn't mind them being bigger, as long as they don't get in the way." Gwen admitted.
"Can't wait to help you with them." Allie said, amusement in her voice, "Also, have you heard of Hypers?" Gwen frowned, not having heard the term.
"No, I haven't. What're they?"
"It's a term used around some forums. Basically, a Hyper is someone with massive endowments, like bigger than they are." Allie explained, to which Gwen's eyes widened.
"Damn, so, why're you bringing this up?" She asked, though a part of her suspected she knew exactly why.
"I was wondering, only if you were interested of course, but we could make you the first ever, real life Hyper." Allie said, her voice reaching up an octave or two in excitement.
"I don't think so." Gwen said pretty quickly.
"Aww, why not?" Allied whined, the redhead easily able to visualise her pouting.
"Well, I don't think it'd be all that practical, would it? Having like a five foot dick hanging from my crotch." Gwen reasoned.
"True, but I'm sure we could figure something out." Allied replied, trying to sway her.
"No, Allie, okay. I'll stop when I want to stop, alright?" She sighed.
"Fine, but think about it okay? I'm pretty the porn industry would be pretty interested in someone that size." Allie told her.
"I can imagine. See you later." Gwen said, hanging up. She wouldn't admit to Allie or herself, but the thought of her cock being five feet was far more enticing than she'd like. If she ingested enough cum to reach that size, her breasts would no doubt be obscene. By her estimation, they'd be like two beach balls on her chest. Likewise, her balls would be beyond overly cumbersome. She shook the thoughts loose.
Gwen knew she couldn't afford to be endowed with an immobilising cock and balls. She needed to be able at least work. Although, what Allie had said about the porn business weighed in her mind. They probably would pay a sizable amount for her to appear in films, at least until the novelty wore off. Would she even be able to fuck someone at that size?
"It's ridiculous." She muttered to herself and finished her breakfast.
While she waited for Allie to arrive, Gwen went about getting dressed. She knew there wasn't much reason for it, since Allie had seen in her a far more revealing situation than anyone else had. But she didn't want to exactly greet her friend in a shirt, which was now hiked up enough to show her navel now, and a pair of sweatpants. A part of her was tempted to strip down and kneel on the ground, waiting for Allie to come and face fuck her. That part was silenced quickly however.
Gwen didn't have a wide variety of outfits unfortunately. Her wardrobe, by which she meant a small chest of drawers that had barely enough room for her clothes, was painfully limited. Her shirts had range of black, to a dark blue, with very few being name brands. She had worn one of the few to the university back when the experiment started, hence why Allie knew where to find her. Her pants was just a few pairs of jeans and maybe some more formal wear, but that was all.
Her panties were as plain as could be, usually a simple white. If she recalled correctly, she had a striped pair somewhere. She didn't have any bras, having no need for them until a week ago. Maybe Allie would be able to help her. The blonde looked to be about a DD cup, though Gwen was only working off the minor education into bra sizes one of her mother's had given her when she was just going into puberty. Though the information had been unfortunately wasted on her. Or at least until now it had been.
Gwen knew she'd need to get some later on. Hopefully, Allie wouldn't last too long and they could go shopping together, since Gwen knew her parents would have deposited her monthly allowance into her account. The redhead also enjoyed her time with Allie, the blonde was fun to be around and she would no doubt help Gwen get out of her shell, particularly since she had already done so. She glanced down at herself, thinking that she had willingly agreed to have a Futanari come to her house and cum down her throat. Gwen was almost surprised at herself.
Then again, it was better than seeing a random Futa on the street and sucking them off. She looked back at the table, where the piece of paper Ashleigh had given her sat, unmoved and unused. Gwen was almost tempted to call her, to try and get a double dose of Futanari cum in one go, but she resisted. Ashleigh was almost a complete stranger. She may not have known Allie that long, but at least they'd had a full conversation. And Gwen felt comfortable around the blonde.
It was hard to feel relaxed around her. The best way Gwen could describe her was 'bubbly', just in how she seemed so outright optimistic about just about everything in life. It was infectious in the best way. Just as she had finished dressed and was settling down on her bed to wait for Allie, someone knocked on her door. Gwen could easily guess as to who it was and walked over to it.
"Sup?" Allie asked, grinning widely at the woman, who returned the expression, though somewhat nervously. The blonde, like most people, lacked a sense of shame as her outfit suggested, "May I come in?" Gwen nodded and stood aside. Allie stepped inside, and the redhead's eyes fell on her swaying ass, the flesh encased in a pair of tight denim shorts, though they cut very short. Gwen had glanced at her crotch upon opening the door and saw the massive bulge there.
Her top half wasn't much better. She should have just worn a bra, Gwen thought. Allie's breasts were encased in a belly shirt, however it was at least a couple of sizes too small, as such it clung tightly to her chest. A slight breeze came through the door as Gwen closed, revealing to her some of the blonde Futa's breast, showing that she wasn't wearing a bra. She turned to face the stunned redhead and tilted her head in confusion, full lips pouting out. Were it not for the fact that she was about 5'8'', Gwen would have thought she were a child trying to dress up like an adult.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"Uh, n-nothing." Gwen answered, struggling to keep her eyes away from Allie's top, where her cleavage showed clearly. The blonde smirked at her.
"Someone likes what they see." She giggled. Before Gwen could reply, Allie continued, "I'm actually kinda surprised you live here."
"Well, it's about all I can afford." She replied, looking down.
"I never said it was bad, Gwen. It's just that when you mentioned one of your mums was in porn, I figured you live in a big apartment or something." Allie amended.
"My parents told me that I'd have to make my own way when I moved out. They send some money every month, but it's not enough for living and all that." She explained.
"Damn, kind of harsh ain't it?" Allie said, grimacing a little.
"Not really. It's fair honestly. I'm living on my own so I should support myself." She said.
