"So... thoughts on what just happened?" Mary asked the others. Her girlfriends sat on the floor with her, leaning against one another, while Zoey slouched off to the side and Leah lounged about on the love seat. With an ass like hers, it took up most of the space. She'd thought it was an incredible feat of human growth, but now it was likely because of that Futa Note Carmen told them about. As was all their cocks and her and Ashley's massive tits.
Zoey shrugged at her question. Her eyes were downcast, fixated upon her newly enlarged cock that rested half on the floor thanks to her bloated nutsack. Among their group, she had the biggest member now, though how long that would last was up to Carmen. One girl... futa, she corrected herself, had total power over them. On a whim, she could make them into mindless sex slaves. Or mannequins to be displayed at her pleasure.
"It's crazy," Dakota said, rubbing at her ears, which flicked at her attention, "I really do remember always being like this, but also not."
"What timeline do you prefer?" Ashley asked.
"Hmm," Dakota fell into pensive silence, finger tapping on her chin as she laid down with her head on Mary's lap, vision filling with the second-largest breasts in the room, "Well, in one history, it's because of my body that you two became so important to me. You accepted me for what I am."
"Even if you had pig ears, I'd love you," Mary said, then reached down to stroke the dog-futa's stomach, still rounded out from Carmen's loads.
"What about you?"
"Oh, you mean the timeline where I was a bitch to just about everyone, didn't know I was gay, or at least bi, and made Ashley pay for my implants while I harboured feelings that I'd never have acted upon? Yeah, nah, I prefer the one where I get with you both."
"Such a sweetheart," Ashley chuckled and kissed her cheek, "What is our relationship now anyway?"
"Hmm?" Dakota quirked a brow at her.
"Well, I mean, we're girlfriends, right? Or futa-friends, whatever. But we're definitely gonna be fucking other people... by which I mean Carmen. So what's the deal with us?"
"Ever heard of an 'open-relationship'? Besides, I think we all know that none of us would turn down fucking Carmen," Mary said, to which everyone mumbled and nodded their agreement. The curator of all their fates was something else entirely, unbound by societal norms. Anyone that refused her must have a screw loose.
"Someone's thinking about her," Dakota teased as the blonde's cock nudged her aside.
"Says you," Mary said, pointing out the pair of dog-cocks rising high. Beside them, Ashley's nipples extended further by the second, while on the floor their personal Amazon stared at her own rising pillar, coated in fat veins. Her powerful blood flow made it bulge in odd places, befitting her muscular appearance. It must feel incredible in a pussy. Leah groped herself and gushed milk on her member.
"Seriously?" Zoey groaned, "We just start thinking about her and this happens?"
"Are you complaining?"
"No... not really... it's just... she has all that power over us. Doesn't that bother you?"
Mary shrugged, "Not really. It kind of turns me on actually. She could do whatever she wants with me."
"Make us suck her dicks until we're so full of cum we can't move," Ashley said, moving a hand to her dick-nipple.
"Pose and freeze us so she can fuck us whenever she wants without any questions," Dakota added and nuzzled into Mary's cock, sniffing out the crux where scrotum met penis and most sweat gathered.
"Make me her personal dairy cow and breed me. Keep me in her barn, just lazin' around until it's time for milkin' or fuckin' or birthin'," Leah moaned, her nipples - all twenty-four of them - gushed milk onto and around her.
"Can we even get pregnant?" Dakota asked, hand flying to her inflated belly, Carmen's recent load still fresh in her stomach and womb. Everyone did the same, then looked upstairs and back at each other, the same thought in Mary's head gleaming in all their eyes.
"I'm cumming!" Rachel's voice announced from above, the sound proofing in the house only muffling so much.
Dakota jumped from the shout, earning a giggle from the others.
"Hey, so not to be awkward or anything, but I'm feeling pretty full over here. Anyone want a drink before I spray it all down the drain? We're pretty much out of bottles," Leah asked. Her nipples were faucets at that moment, even the ones without attention maintained their flow, those her fingers pulled on gushed halfway across the room to splash against Mary's foot. The sight dried out her throat. She and her girlfriends stood to take care of it, only for her and Ashley to waver and fall back to the cushions.