Why did so many people know about sex, yet she was blind to it? Danielle wondered the same thing again and again, more so now as she sat in the shadowed corner of a restaurant, a random woman atop her just as Holly and Bethany had been. A week had passed since her friend did this for the first time, but only a couple of days since she last did it. Yet, despite the frequency, she was no closer to understanding it.
The game felt great. A cacophony of sensation that she couldn't pass up whenever the chance arose, yet she hadn't found the time to research it. None of the women who played with her told her anything new, nothing that Holly hadn't already divulged. To her detriment, Danielle hadn't pressed for answers, preoccupied by the game itself. And the reason she was at the mall.
Her bras were a cloth dungeon torturing her poor breasts. The band wasn't an issue, a little snug, but the cups were monsters. Her panties were all too happy to follow such an example, cutting into her skin and leaving stark indents. Once she was done playing, her wallet would once again be emptied.
So much for getting Shadow's Redemption next month. She'd been looking forward to that game since the demo last year. It had promised everything she looked for in horror; an atmosphere of dread, suspense as she walked around a corner, jumping at shadows. That was why she didn't care for sex. It was fun, but little else played into it. Also she wasn't one for two-player games; the other players usually got in the way.
That said, there was little to mess up with sex. So long as her partner - currently a middle-aged woman with a strict uniform - continued to bounce or grind against her, it was great. Even without that factor, she found herself basking in the natural soundtrack of wet squelches around her penis, the slurping of the woman's vagina, her moans, the clap of flesh, and the white noise of restaurant patrons unaware of what was happening within just a few feet of them. All of it made Danielle's pulse quicken, and her hips jerk to the rhythm of her partner.
The woman's moans rose higher and higher. Her insides convulsed, each undulation gripping Danielle tighter, wringing the slime from her member. Danielle pulled her down and buried her face in her breasts, muffling the burgeoning cries as this stranger - Danielle thought her name might be Michelle. The introduction had been quick and mumbled - had an orgasm.
Moisture trickled down Danielle's testicles. Michelle ground into her crotch, shuddering with the ricochet of pleasure as what seemed like multiple tiny orgasms echoed the initial one. Such a strange thing, Danielle thought as she took the woman by the hips and aided her, thrusting in short jerks. To think that having something inside you could give so much joy. It was a marvellous, if unusual concept. Who even thought about putting their penis in a woman?
But the answer was obvious. Holly had told her time and again that most people were just like that. They wanted to have sex all the time, sometimes even when they're asleep. Danielle was the odd one out, not a novel idea by itself. She was a foreigner after all, being the 'black sheep' had been her identity for years as she adjusted to America.
"Oh god, I think... y-yeah, gonna cum again," Michelle rasped and hugged Danielle tight with her arms and insides, lower lips suckling with a desperate thirst.
"I think I am too," Danielle said, recognising it as her stomach clenched and her balls grumbled, eager to release their burden, and the constant flow of pleasure now. It tingled on her skin, desynced her thoughts, and made her moan as well. Every touch became a massage, her nerves exploding as she worked toward her own climax.
"Inside. P-please? Oh, fuck, please cum in me," Michelle said through gritted teeth, struggling to contain her moans without Danielle's boobs to quell them. She, instead, grabbed a handful of her own shirt and stuffed it into her mouth as her body quivered, her hips rolled in extravagant waves and her snatch slurped louder. Out the corner of her eye, Danielle caught someone staring at them. They didn't seem perturbed by the disturbance, so she carried on.
"Yeah, sure," Danielle said. She'd long since given up on asking why they always wanted that. The answer was always the same, to some degree, 'it feels amazing'. Really? Having all that thick, white gunk inside, and pouring out of you feels good? She couldn't imagine, but she wasn't one to argue. Besides, she'd be a liar if she claimed not to enjoy the sensations of her penis swimming in it.
Michelle's hands found the futa's breasts and groped them, pinching the nipple. Sharp shocks of energy leapt throughout Danielle, surging to her hips, which snapped up and forward with a slap, sinking every inch inside. Michelle squeaked then moaned hoarsely as her womb was forced to conform to Danielle's phallus, before it was flooded in cum.
In random intervals, her penis swelled and thinned with each tide. An extra inch of girth slimmed to the normal shaft, which pulsed, then expanded again. What looked like balls passed through Michelle's vagina, up her canal, past her cervix before gushing into her womb. Again, and again. Splurge after dense, jellylike splurge erupted until the woman's flat gut slowly filled out into a round semi-sphere.
With every spurt, Danielle moaned and held her current partner tighter. Another oddity from sex was the sense of completion she felt when a woman's gut swelled like this, turning from a soft but smooth surface into a ball of nothing but her fluid. It pulsed in growth, pushing into her body, lifting her breasts. She'd seen pregnant women walk around with smaller bellies than what Michelle now sported.
"I've, uh... gotta go," Danielle said and pulled free.
"Hold, ooh, hold on. Can't let you go out there covered in filth," Michelle said with a soft chuckle and sank down, one hand at her privates to stem the flow, to lick every inch of Danielle clean. A trial by itself, as her penis had grown even larger. Holly had made a big deal of measuring it a few days ago, declaring her to be two-feet long, a fact that quickly led to another game of sex.
"Thanks," Danielle said and pulled her pants up, though they did little to obscure her phallus from public view, especially while her erection had yet to fully reduce. The one who had spotted them earlier gave her a wink and made a strange gesture with her hands, one was a circle and the other had two fingers pushed into it. Danielle frowned and shrugged, then left the restaurant.
Minutes later and she was back in the clothing store where she'd met Bethany. She recognised the employee checking a set of bras and approached.
"Hi, um, Joan, right?"
"Yes, how may I...? Oh my, you were here a while back, right?" Joan asked, recognition sparking within her eyes as she took in Danielle's figure once more, only glancing to her face as if to confirm it was her. Understandable, as her figure had changed since they last met. Her breasts, for one, had made their way down her torso as if in a bid to smother her waist, which remained unaffected, though her hips weren't so kind. The sweatpants she wore, once loose and comfortable, were now taut around the sides, behind and crotch.
"Yeah, I went through a growth spurt," Danielle said. She turned away and glanced outside, catching other people staring at her. They'd done so for most of her life, either enamoured by her clothes or her near-white hair, but it didn't feel that way anymore. Their eyes made her skin prickle, as if they were trying to drill into her. She pushed it aside, certain she was imagining it.
"I'll say," Joan murmured, then shook her head and resumed her semi-professional manner, "Another measurement, then?"
"Yes, please. And I think my hips need to be measured," Danielle said, already headed for the changing rooms.
"Of course. I'll be right there," Joan said and left to get her tape.
A few minutes later and they were done. Joan had improved since last time, making fewer mistakes and only rubbing Danielle's nipples once, though she seemed adamant that getting an estimate of her breasts weight was integral to bra selection. Most of the time there was spent with Joan weighing Danielle's chest in her hands, before she rushed off to find some items. In the end, Danielle left with two pairs of S-cup bras, several shirts and pants that still didn't fit that well, and an empty wallet.
She tried everything on again when she got home, making sure she hadn't made any mistakes, modelling in the mirror. What was it that made everyone want to play with her? The fact her penis was rarely concealed anymore might be a factor, though perhaps it was her overall appearance. It could just be that her breasts and phallus were a ridiculous size that attracted people. People didn't look in the eye as often anymore.
Investigations were necessary. But said investigations were impossible with her current resources, and she wasn't about to make Holly take the time to tutor her on it. Her friend, now girlfriend, needed all the time she had to practice. With their regular sessions together, a good chunk of any day was spent recovering. Holly didn't need another distraction, nor did Danielle want to rely on her for something like this.
For now, though, she was stuck with her parents. The internet was carefully monitored, her phone plan didn't allow for any data, and they refused to let her stay over at Holly's place. School was no help. Any lesson pertaining to sex was handled by her parents, who took time away from their jobs to teach her, as if desperate to protect her from it. Like the idea of sex would turn her into some kind of deviant.
Which was ridiculous! She hadn't turned into one of those crude punk girls from school, the ones that never attended class or respected the teachers. And yet her parents were adamant. Sex, as Holly had explained it, seemed something shared between people who at least liked and cared for each other to some extent. Did her parents not love each other anymore?
She banished the thoughts and booted up her computer, intent on finishing a recent purchase. Along the recommendations of her Steam account, she saw several titles that intrigued her, but were prohibited by her parents. Everyone raved about Outlast - now so cheap it was practically free - and yet, for reasons she couldn't fathom, she was forbidden from playing it. Danielle didn't get angry. Frustrated, yes, but never to the point of anger. Yet each little injustice she now recognised was piling up.
The next day, she once again walked to school with Holly. Her albino friend stood closer now, hand entwined with Danielle's. It was an overcast day, ideal for the pale girl, who could leave her umbrella and sunscreen at home with such weather. Danielle enjoyed the closeness, silently basking in how soft her friend was and the smell of her shampoo. Was this how girlfriends felt around each other?
"So, how did the clothes shopping go?" Holly asked.
