It finally stopped. Carmen leaned into the shower spray, glad to feel something clean as she panted, hand still wrapped around her shaft. Not far away, Ryuka snickered. She couldn't see past the curtain, but that didn't stop her from peering into Carmen's mind, and seeing the last drop of white fall from her penis. Obscured, her snatch dripped with its own orgasm. How many did that make?
"Five since you woke up," Ryuka said.
"Don't... please don't answer my thoughts," Carmen sighed. A month ago and she could keep her thoughts hidden, but it got harder everyday until the link seemed permanently open. Ryuka's limitless libido dripped into her mind. Day and night. Now she woke every morning, terrified that her mother or Melody would walk in and see her morning wood. Even thinking of such a thing seemed wrong, yet she liked it.
She liked the feeling of stroking herself until pleasure erupted in the form of white steaks across the bathroom floor. Or over her bed. Or carpet. Or herself. She liked the smell it left behind. She savoured the sensations that lingered each time. No amount of willpower or self-loathing surmounted that pleasure. Though it left her hollow.
Carmen refocused on her actual goal of showering. Soap poured down her body, following the strict arches and dips in her figure, before plummeting to the sullied floor below. Sharp citrus tones washed away the stench of semen, as it had done the past two weeks. It was inevitable that she masturbated in the shower. One look in the mirror or down at herself and she was helpless.
"I'm such a narcissist now," Carmen said when she stepped out, not bothering with a towel while she traced her outrageous, yet comparatively petite form. Ryuka hovered behind her, smirking like an approving teacher or angel. She almost laughed at the idea. This creature was no angel, fallen or otherwise.
"Is that a bad thing? Humans always have problems with self-love," Ryuka said.
"Yeah, but I shouldn't get turned on just by looking at myself." A twinge brought Carmen's attention to her member, spent but willing if she gave it the chance. For a 'normal' member, it had grown impressively masculine. Fat and veiny, with a darker tone to the rest of her, and heavy upon her testicles, it stood at harmonic dissonance to the rest of her.
"I do all the time," Ryuka said.
"Exactly," Carmen sighed and pulled a towel around herself. Loosely. Seeing her breasts bulging over anything, be it clothes or hands, was a death trap. A frequent one. Whatever magic the book wreaked on her life, it changed her wardrobe to match, but barely. Her shirts clung to her torso like paint at best, those that didn't bit into, and highlighted, her abundance of flesh. The hips were no better.
She ran a brush through her hair. It reached the small of her back when loose, smooth as silk, and teetered on black. Sunlight brought the faint brunette that remained. For how much longer? Carmen let some locks fall through her fingers. Not a strand fell out.
"Gonna complain about the hair now?" Ryuka asked.
"No. I appreciate this much. But do I really need, what is it now, I-cup breasts?"
"Haha, you cup boobs."
Carmen rolled her eyes, "And these jeans are... Jesus I can't be that big. Am I?" She checked her hips again, grimacing at how they threatened to overtake her shoulders, "Maybe I should cut back on the snacks?"
"No, darling. You look great," Ryuka said, coming to envelop her in a soft embrace. Strangely, that had become their relationship of late. Sometimes, she caught her mother's worrying glances at her breasts and knew she thought they were too big. Melody even made fun of them, but made up for it with a firm hug. Random strangers gawked at her on the street, and her friends all adored her. Only Ryuka treated her the same as ever.
"I feel fat," Carmen groaned and pinched the softness of her ass, "See? No muscle at all."
"You know," Ryuka said, her voice layered in seduction, "You could always use the book and fix all that."
"I'm not using it on myself."
"Yeah, yeah," Ryuka sighed, "Didn't you say that you wanted to test it out? It's been ages since then."
"Only a month."
"Only a month?! Oh god, I'm gonna turn to dust before you use it again."
"Can you even die? You're some sort of god after all."
"All things end. Be it this minute, or next millennium. For all you or I know, I could vanish without a trace in five... four... three... two... one..." The Seikogami exaggerated choking and plummeted to the ground, twitching and retching.
"Tell you what," Carmen said and retrieved the Futa Note from her desk, "I'll take it with me. If the urge strikes, I'll use it."
Ryuka's hand peeked over with her thumb up, "Good enough!"
A short bus ride later and Carmen was reunited with her friends outside the nearest mall. Not much had changed since 'graduation'. Mary's breasts had bloated to take the title of biggest among them, though Zoey and Ashley stayed hot on her tail. Zoey had risen a few inches, her musculature more defined, as was the bulge in her pants, and Ashley looked fine after yesterdays session. As always, Dakota remained unchanged beyond the mundane.
"So, where're we going?" Carmen asked.
"Clothes shopping!" Mary declared and marched to her, casting a disapproving glare over her body, "You really need to upgrade."
"Why?" Carmen looked as well but found nothing wrong. None of her clothes were second-hand anymore. No holes or stains or mismatched sizes. Even if she bought something larger, the Futa Note changed it. Almost like the book enjoyed seeing her trapped in tight outfits. Unless Ryuka was responsible.
Mary arched an eyebrow and looked at the rest, "Is she serious? Carmen, baby, you're rich! You can wear nicer shit than this."
"It's not really my thing."
"No, but it's mine," Mary smirked, "We're going to play dress-up with our favourite girl today."
