"Come on! It's my turn!" Casey whined. She leaned against the bathroom stall, watching and stroking herself to the scene before her.
"Sorry, ahh, it's so good," Holly answered from her prized perch, though she didn't move from it. A train of complaints and insults danced between them, all while the albino bounced, swayed and clapped her body against a mighty set of thighs. From those legs, extended a heaving trunk of masculinity, which was swallowed and released by Holly's slavering pussy. Danielle leaned past and offered a shrug for Casey.
"We're running out of time," Casey said, checking her phone.
"Don't worry," Holly puffed, internal muscles clenching and rippling. She stopped bouncing and ground her body into Danielle, undulating her sleek abdomen.
"Fine," Casey grumbled and walked around. She stroked faster now, eyes fixed on the sight, nose flared and penis streaming a clear slime, "Then I'll cum on your ass."
"Whatever," Holly said. She pulled Danielle into a deep kiss, quenching a moan as she resumed her usual rhythm. It wasn't long before she cried out. Her body twitched and rivulets of cream gushed from her stuffed hole, pouring across Danielle's balls to drip upon the floor. Casey's breaths rose and Danielle's gut clenched.
A minute longer and both let loose. The shemale went first, jerking to her phallus's wishes. She launched several streaks of white across Holly's rear and back, though they faded into her natural skin. As if to mock her release, Danielle came next. Her balls gurgled, a powerful rumble that rippled against Holly's rolling butt, and her penis distended. The albino almost screamed but was silenced by a hard kiss, even as the first wave gushed into her womb.
"I better be next," Casey said. She pouted, even as she cleaned Danielle's member with her tongue. Holly struggled to find her senses, sat upon the toilet as her inundated body drained.
"I promise," Danielle said and grabbed some paper towels. No matter how careful they were, they often left a mess. She wiped up all the evidence that escaped onto the floor and toilet rim, flushed and waited for Holly to finish.
"She won't be done in time," Casey said, which brought Danielle's head down to inspect her body. Regular gym visits, a better diet and still her body persisted in its inane growth spurt. Breasts the size of basketballs, hips that bumped into others in the halls, a butt that acted a cushion wherever she went -- though she appreciated that part -- while her male aspects hung egregious as ever. They had jumped in size since yesterday, when Holly had finished draining after just a few minutes.
She glanced at the time then at her bloated friend. She couldn't walk around like that, not without people jumping to conclusions. Given the trail of cum she'd leave behind, everyone would assume Danielle and her giant member were responsible. Without options, beside leaving her there, Danielle placed a hand on Holly's prodigious, semen-embroidered gut, then pushed. Holly yelped and shivered in pleasure as a sea of white exploded from her.
The toilet struggled to handle such a viscous and excessive load. Each flush made it gurgle from the strain, until it couldn't take anymore and stopped, clogged by Danielle's fluids. The bowl came close to overflowing when the flow dwindled, now mere drips. Her clothes should keep it contained.
"We should get out of here," Casey said.
"Yeah. Come on, Holly," Danielle said and helped her friend up.
"Oh god, that was great," Holly sighed and kissed her again, "Can't wait until we don't have a time limit." Her legs quivered, threatening to give out, so Danielle swept her up into a bridal carry.
Danielle grinned and shook her head. Her friends were insatiable, but she enjoyed it. They provided a fantastic distraction from the onslaught of stares she still received, though she handled them better. If anyone tried anything like Joan had, then she could push them away, simple as that. And the game had improved.
She couldn't say if her new musculature was the cause. It helped, as she could hold her friends up while standing, lifting and dropping them onto her member, and they were happy to worship her. That couldn't be the reason, however. Was it a change in mentality? Confidence could do wonders, as dozens of internet videos claimed, however that didn't seem probable. Not that it mattered. Sex was free, a great workout, and she got to hang out with her friends during it.
"Me neither," Danielle said.
"Miss Olsson, please put Miss Hemlock down. She's perfectly capable of walking on her own."
"Oh, sorry miss Yukihiro," Danielle said. The teacher's assistant regarded them past her grey-rimmed glasses, eyes stern and cold as the glass itself, before turning away. Her luscious rear swayed with each step, while hints of her breasts jiggled from the front.
"Geez, what's her problem?" Casey said.
"She's always been like that," Holly shrugged and walked on unsteady legs, "One sign of affection and off with your head."
"But she only told us off," Danielle said.
"Figure of speech, Dani," Holly chuckled, "Shame that she's so hot."
"Is she?" Danielle looked again and caught a glimpse of the staff member turning a corner, offering a better view at her curves. She glanced back to her friends, "Hm, I like you guys better."
"That's because you fuck us," Casey said, "And because she's a stuck up bitch."
"Casey!" Danielle admonished her.
"Sorry. It's true though."
Danielle sighed, "Yeah."
Later, they reconvened for lunch at the secluded tree. The sun cast its brilliance upon them, lush on Danielle and Casey's skin, while Holly glistened from the shade. A fine coat of sweat clung to them from PE last period. After the morning, Casey had staked her claim on Danielle, so the two laid on the grass, with the bimbo's limbs tangled in her own. They didn't risk sex since most had seen where Danielle had gone. Random admirers tended to show up when she least wanted them. A group hung on the fringe of her vision, watching in envy.
"Ah, you smell so good," Casey said and nuzzled deeper into Danielle's breast, sniffing like a curious pup, even rubbing her cheek against sweat-slicked flesh.
"I don't get it," Danielle sniffed at herself but didn't notice anything.
"That would be your pheromones," Holly said.
"My what?"
Holly retrieved a textbook from her bag and flipped to a dog-eared page, "Pheromones, a chemical generated to attract a mate. To put it simply, you smell so fucking awesome it makes us want to fuck."
"Oh, okay," Danielle frowned at her language, "Do you have to swear though?"
Holly shrugged, "I says it how I likes."
Danielle ignored her strange speech and gathered a drop of perspiration on her finger. She took a long sniff of it, jaw fixed in concentration, yet she detected none of the greatness her friends purported. It was just sweat. Musky and strong, almost unpleasant. Perhaps it was the association with sex? They often finished with a fine layer, and Casey did have an erection.
