Author's Note: Sorry for not posting lately, been caught up with real life stuff. This chapter, and most of the following, will be shorter than before, however that means I can get them out quicker. With any luck, I should 'maybe' - a big maybe - be able to get chapters for stories out faster, ideally weekly, but that's probably not gonna happen. You can expect at least two or three chapters a month unless something comes up, which it probably will - such is life. Anyway, for the next couple months, I'm exclusively working on Futa Note, but a new ongoing story will start around August or September so keep your eyes peeled. With that, please enjoy.
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Expectant gazes awaited Carmen's continuation. Even without the promise of a revelation dangled before them, none would look away from Carmen, just as Rachel wouldn't if given the chance. The fact all her friends, and her sister, were in the same position didn't bother her, if anything, she wanted more to feel that way; to know how amazing Carmen was. As silence continued, Mary raised her hand.
"Is it that you're gay? Sorry, Carmen, kind of already knew." Dakota and Ashley snickered at her, both rapping her on the head.
"It's not that," Carmen smiled, casting the sun into darkness with its radiance.
"Oh god, you're straight? Sorry you had to find out this way Rachel."
"I am gay," Carmen said and shook her head, "It's... more complicated than that. Um..." She looked to Rachel, however the petite futa only offered a shrug and a smile. It was hard to focus on the sincere worry her girlfriend exuded, between the earlier promise of make up sex, and the fact Carmen was somehow even more stunning than ever. Just looking into her eyes shaped like a womb and ovaries made Rachel's tingle. Could they tingle? She didn't have a better description, so that must be it.
"This book, it, um, it changes people. I write their names and it makes them futanari. You just don't know because I added a rule that rewrote your memories."
"Uh huh," Mary intoned, heads nodded in agreement, before the magnificently endowed blonde stood up and splayed open her arms, "Prove it. Change me and make sure we know it happens."
"I don't..." Carmen bit her lip, "Okay." She unfolded the book, a soothed grin teasing the corners of her lips and pulled a pencil from her pocket, like she'd expected this to happen. With precise, efficient strokes, she finished and opened her phone, "40 seconds."
All eyes shifted to Mary, awaiting the prophesied change. The blonde didn't mind either way. She arched her body, played to her audience with graceful strokes across her frame, highlighting her curves, even the bulge in her shorts. Everyone present was futanari, all with their own uniqueness, yet with Carmen around, they almost seemed plain. Maybe at a glance, it seemed the opposite.
Dakota and Leah's shirts strained around multiple pairs of breasts. Zoey was sat on the floor, head still above those on the couch, and sporting muscles on par with any Olympian. Possibly above them all, Ashley's breasts poured off her lap and were so heavy it required assistance just for her to move around. Mary might've been simple, but her tits declined all sense of decency, nipples hooked into her shirt to keep at least half her mammaries contained. The bottom halves travelled far from the mere notion. And Rachel, herself, had the most bias ratio of body to tit, cock and ass. She was barely ninety pounds before Carmen wrote her name, now she'd gained almost fifty in curves and dick alone.
But the honour student and object of all their deepest affections still enraptured them. Was it her tits? Their size and shape? Her hips? The obscenely egregious bulge in her pants made from three mare-breaking cocks? Her height?
Rachel forced her eyes away at the stirring of her privates. Just looking for a bit too long aroused her. There wasn't much choice for her, however, as time elapsed and Mary hunched over to clutch at her chest. Moans trickled from her mouth, musical notes of pleasure rather than pain, even as her ill-equipped outfit became all but useless. Two familiar mounds proved from beneath her upper set.
"Oh my god," Ashley said, echoed by murmurs from the others, except Carmen and Rachel, who noticed her lover's tongue flick out. A subtle twitch tested her pants as Mary's latest transformation continued. Zoey leaned forward and lifted her knees, hiding the shifting in her crotch, while few of the others bothered.
"That was... so good," Mary sighed once she straightened her back, stumbling from the abrupt addition to her front, "Holy shit! I've got more boobs. I'm like you, Dakota."
"Yeah," Dakota said, mouth never fully closing, "Just bigger."
"Way bigger," Ashley added.
"Does that prove it?" Carmen asked, glancing between everyone, pencil at the ready. It might've been Rachel's own perceptions, but it seemed she was hoping they'd ask for another demonstration.
"I'm not sure," Zoey said, "I remember being born like this, growing up hiding myself, the humiliation when people found out... are you saying you did all that?"
"I know it seems crazy, but it's true," Rachel said, coming to stand beside Carmen, "The only reason I know is because she wrote it that way. Why not do that for them?"
Carmen blinked, then her cheeks lit up, "Oh yeah. I could just do that. One minute." It wasn't like her to overlook something simple as that, unless she'd been hoping for an excuse to change someone. For someone so smart, she's an idiot, Rachel thought with loving smirk.
"Fuck!" Dakota yelled once a minute elapsed, clutching her head, "That's... oh fuck, that's a lot. She really did it."
Leah cupped her top-most breasts and travelled down the others as if meeting them for the first time. Then she squeezed her crotch, moaning softly, and noticed everyone looking at her.
"What?"
"Isn't this freaking you out?" Zoey asked, standing up to her full height and narrowly avoiding the ceiling.