Carmen glared at her meagre pile of clothes, all crumpled and disorganised after her recent attempts at dressing herself. One shirt sported a tear along its side from when she'd tried to force it over her unfairly endowed chest, which stood out like a sore thumb on her torso. None of her bras had a hope of fitting now. She grimaced at the memory of trying to stuff her breasts into one, rolling her shoulders at the phantom ache of the straps digging into her skin and tender bust. Why couldn't she have a growth spurt after she could afford new clothes?
"You know, a certain notebook could solve all your problems," Ryuka giggled, hovering over the student's bed with a lavish grin, one that promised mischief and bliss. The Seikogami lifted a shirt and held it against her woefully oversized body, "Think it suits me?"
"Just shut up," Carmen groaned, sparing an exasperated glance at her unwelcome roommate. No matter how annoying Ryuka was, though, Carmen couldn't deny her inhuman beauty. Black waves fell from Ryuka's head to spill across her shoulders and down her back, seeping into the tar-black wings that extended on either side of her. Elegant, slender feathers lined the limbs and possessed a glossy sheen under the sunlight that streaked through Carmen's window and fell upon Ryuka's aristocratic flesh. Her blood-red lips and eyes shone brightly against her pale, sculpted face.
And those lips moved like a dancer's body. They screamed for attention without asking it, as commanding a presence as a general or bodybuilder, yet gracefully curved and inviting. Oh so inviting, Carmen thought as she ripped her gaze free. A subtle, yet scorching heat bellowed across her skin, moving like teasing fingers to her oversized breasts and between her thighs. Carmen grabbed her biggest top and tugged it on.
It was thin and an ugly brown colour, dotted with flecks of green and decay. Moths had eaten through several parts of it, leaving small holes spread across the garment, and it nearly toppled over Carmen's shoulder. The sleeves were several inches too long, and the hemline covered the tops of her hips. Her breasts swelled out against the front and left the rest to hang loosely over her waist.
"Ugh," Carmen curled her lip as she looked in the mirror.
"I believe I've said it once, but I'll say it again. I don't know why you humans bother wearing clothes. It's even good weather today," Ryuka muttered, landing beside Carmen to study her reflection, "Hmm, but if this isn't a darling picture, I don't know what is." She flung her arm around Carmen's shoulders and pulled her close, mashing the honour student into her enormous breast.
Carmen unconsciously inhaled at that moment. Her nose was pressed tight into Ryuka's marshmallow boob, its softness conforming around her like a pillow made from foam. Citrus fruits mixed with a potently sexual aroma filtered through, before they gave way to a familiar heady scent that she'd come to know all too well in the last three months. One that set her loins bustling with longing.
She wrenched herself free and stormed from the bathroom, face a fiery mess of unsated desire and embarrassment. Her thighs rubbed together, grinding against her pussy as she walked. The lips slid against each other and her clit, earning a frustrated moan. She yanked a pair of panties into place, vehemently ignoring how they stuck to her nether region, and put on her skirt. Thankfully, her hips hadn't changed as seriously as her chest had.
"I swear if you did this to me, Ryuka," Carmen growled, rolling her ugly sweater's sleeves to keep her hands in the open. She spared a moment to glance at herself with a disdainful sigh, then rushed from the sad excuse for an apartment. The floors creaked and dipped under her every step, casting nervous shivers up her spine, and the door was barely clinging onto the frame. If either one broke, they'd have to make some serious decisions about food that month. And probably the next as well.
At least the weather had drastically improved. Sunlight bore down upon the world from among high, as if watching everyone that walked the streets, except those that sought shelter in the alleyways. Darkness was their friend. Carmen glanced down a pathway and spied a man curled under the leftover strips of a blanket, a sheet of cardboard mounted over his head. What once might've been a nice suit was now marred by filth.
He might've been a business man before, Carmen thought and hurried on. Any time that she could spend worrying about the less fortunate was time spent planning how to survive Gretchen. A soft groan passed her lips as she imagined dealing with that bitch again, and again the next day and the next and so on and so forth.
"God, give me strength," Carmen prayed, though she doubted it would work.
"I've already given you more power than the entire human race combined, what more do you want?" Ryuka exasperated with a wave of her arms. People strolled past her without batting an eye, even when her low hanging cock smacked their faces or left a trail of pre along their clothes. One man even found himself with a moustache of pre-cum.
"Yes and one that turns people into a mishmash of genders," Carmen refuted while she bit back laughter at the man's misfortune.
"I get it, I get it," Ryuka rolled her eyes, "Might as find something else to talk about... how're your new friends?"
"Uh..." Carmen blushed and diverted her gaze away from Ryuka, "Good. They're good, we're good... nothing major." She became all too aware of her phone in her bag, right beside the Futa Note. Mary had insisted on calling and texting frequently, which usually found her flirting with Carmen. Though it wasn't restricted to a digital medium. The former social queen bee openly teased her in public too, going so far as to flash Carmen her privates at times. Yet she couldn't stop her.
It was nice in a way. Carmen smiled softly, recalling when Mary had tried to draw attention to her cleavage, only for a passer-by to spill their drink on her. She wasn't a bad person by nature, not from what Carmen could discern. Circumstances can make someone into anything they have to be. Everything would be so different if her father was still alive.
"Something wrong?" Ryuka asked, moving to glide in front of Carmen.
"Nothing," Carmen dabbed at the moisture in her eyes and sped up her stride, pounding along the sidewalk. The anniversary was coming up soon. And so was another very special event. Carmen forced herself to smile and reached into her bag, feeling the carefully wrapped art set. She'd spent most of her personal savings on it, but it'd be worth the expense. Melody was always worth it.
Ryuka shook her head at the human and returned to letting her penis smack into people. The ancient deity giggled like a schoolgirl when her translucent pre fell on a woman's donuts, glazing them in her slimy ejaculate. "Well, it's probably better for her than that icing anyway."
Seikogami would never cease to intrigue or annoy Carmen. They were creatures of unfathomable beauty, with bodies no human could possess even through the horrors of plastic surgery, and an aura that could turn even the most well-adjusted individual into a sex-starved nymphomaniac. And yet, despite that, Ryuka seemed akin to a petulant child or a spoiled celebrity. Carmen had to wonder if she was the first person to ever deny the deity her amusement.
"Hey, hey!" Ryuka suddenly chirped and pointed to a market stall. The fruit stands were coming out with the improved weather, sporting farm fresh produce. Carmen followed Ryuka's finger to a tray of ripe oranges, "Buy me one, Carmen."
"No," she immediately refused and walked on.
"Come on!" Ryuka whined and tugged on her detestable jumper.
