The more things change, the more they stay the same. That saying ran through Piper's mind as she doodled on the back of a notebook in class, one hand fiddling with her cocks through her shirt. Most of her previous school life was spent doing the same thing. KFI offered more titillating lessons, such as the seminar on masturbation technique and 'how to manage two or more penises', but ones on biology still dulled the atmosphere. What did it matter how a futa's body worked, only the when and where.
But others were interested. Ashley being one of them, seated in front of Piper in the middle of the room, and diligently taking notes. She remained an enigma to Piper, at least her production did. Word of its enormity got around and she knew about the police station incident, however she hadn't seen it in action. The futa didn't open up much.
"Come on, I just want to watch. Nothing more," Piper said, leaning over to keep it a whisper.
"We're in class," Ashley said, glancing back and realising her mistake in words as Piper beamed, "And no."
Piper's smile turned to a pout, "Why not?"
Ashley didn't answer and refocused on the class at hand. It was on pheromones or something along those lines, all about how they aroused the unprepared, mostly women. Some were stronger than others, even affecting men and futanari, but they were harmless in large spaces like the class. To demonstrate, Mrs. Drei called up a volunteer and brought out a gas mask attached to a canister.
"Inside are condensed pheromones generously donated by Miss Yoko Toriyama herself. Now, you've learned of how insects and other animals in your previous schools, I assume. Well, ours work differently. You might have some experience with it yourselves. Girls being extra nice, free passes here and there, sex every night. A lot of that is your pheromones, though they don't work without a good, sexy person behind them. Unless you have this," she elaborated, waving the canister around.
Her volunteer put on the mask, toying with her shirt in nervous anticipation. Piper fixed her gaze on the front, intrigued by what would happen. Demonstrations made even the dullest classes worth it at KFI.
"When you condense pheromones and have them inhaled directly, it inspires some, rather... exciting behaviours," Mrs. Drei said and turned the nozzle. Piper snickered at the thought of it going out of control, spraying gas everywhere and arousing every student.
Then it came to be. Mrs. Drei yelped and dropped it as clear, pressurised gas shot out from the poorly secured opening, most going along the tube and to the volunteer, but enough got out and circulated thanks to the air conditioning. A musky odour hooked itself on Piper's nostrils, her cocks throbbed in unison, and pre-cum gushed out to soak her top. She looked around; others were in similar predicaments as their pants filled out.
"Sorry, may I be excused? Thanks, great lesson, bye!" Ashley said, stuffing her things in a bag and holding her breath, then sprinted out. A clear erection led her path and her legs bowed every other step, like her crotch jumped in weight. Much as Piper bothered her for a gander at the futa's insane prolificacy, she didn't want her uncomfortable. She might need help too.
"I'll go check on her." Piper got up and set to a brisk pace. Others were busy unbuckling their belts, some already busy jerking off, and the volunteer had switched the gas mask for Mrs. Drei's pussy. A few were fucking. Piper sighed wistfully, but left to go after her friend, even if they hadn't done anything she usually did with friends. She was still a good person and not open like Piper was.
"Wait up," Piper said and slowed down to keep pace alongside Ashley, "What was that about?"
"I just don't want to risk a scene," Ashley said, then looked down at her still hard cock, shoving against it like that would hide it.
"Hey, it's cool. Look at me, three permanent ones, remember?" Piper chuckled, tugging on her barely concealing shirt. The warm air had dried it out already, leaving the fabric sticky against her cocks, highlighting the arch of her shafts that led past her chest. They, at least, obscured her bosom by stealing the show.
Her chest was never Piper's pride, though. All futa were curvy in some way, most with an abundance, and she was no exception with hand filling tits and ass cheeks, all pert as the day puberty started. Where others in her gender showed them off like most girls, she had no such intent. For Piper, her cocks took centre stage every time.
Hence her preference of shorts that clung to her booty and bulge. Shirts didn't matter in the long run, as they all soaked through within a couple hours, adhering to her skin. Bras were impossible as they didn't accommodate her phalli, which meant, in her constant state of erection and nigh-insatiability, her nipples poked through like headlights. Self-consciousness was never an option for her and she embraced it.
"Yeah, they're hard to miss," Ashley glanced at them, but fixed her eyes elsewhere.
"Still struggling with all this?" Piper asked, "I get it, honest, but you really shouldn't. Everyone here is in a similar situation, and we're futanari, Ash. I mean, yeah, you don't have three dicks, but don't tell me you aren't constantly thinking of sex. I know you and Sera go at it a fair bit." That knowledge came thanks to the hole Kasey had blasted a while ago. It was still in need of a proper fix, as they're only put up some wood in the meantime.
Ashley's dark skin tinted red. She didn't deny it, "It just feels weird to do..."
"It?" Piper supplied.
"Anything. At least with other people."
"Even when I'm just watching?"
"Especially then."
"What if I masturbate with you? I can show you what it's like dealing with three times the cock," Piper hugged herself, nuzzling into a head that escaped her shirt.
"Maybe another time. I'm already calming down," Ashley said, bringing attention to her sinking prick. A pout snuck onto Piper's face, earning a giggle from the ebony futa, "How do anyone dealing with you?"
"Simple. They don't."
Their next classes were separate. Piper's was a mandatory mathematics - they were doing advanced algebra - and, naturally, she tuned it out in favour of fantasies involving one shy futa. It was difficult to imagine something insane as a bedroom flooded with cum, let alone a whole building. She'd never even filled her bathtub after a marathon. A sultry grin warmed her cheeks at the thought of bathing in the stuff.
Warm and gooey, slowly drying and becoming a sticky mess on her skin. So filthy and decadent, her life personified in a tub of cock juice. Based on Ashley's reputation, that was just the tip. Someday, she'd put a number to Ashley's ability. Based on quick maths, surprisingly aided by the lesson, that would take well over a thousand gallons of cum. A shiver went down her spine and up her cocks.
The resulting splash of pre-cum hit the futa in front. Piper shrugged in lieu of an apology; what could she do? Her penises were beyond control. Probably, anyway. Occasional therapy sessions postulated that she, herself, wanted them to always be hard. It wasn't a radical idea.
