Should she feel ashamed? This was basically cheating on Rachel without her knowing, the redhead still unconscious when Carmen left the house, but she had no choice anymore; her body wouldn't let it end so soon. Nor did she want it to.
Carmen looked back at the beauty close behind, hand in hers. The months hadn't been kind in the same way they had to her, leaving Stacy larger and so much more enticing. Every step, she jiggled in all the right ways, a teaser for when they'd ripple from Carmen thrusting deep inside her. The cocks led the way, all five erect and dripping, such was their desire. Their desire? Carmen thought, amused at the thought. It was her desire, no more, no less.
She was the one that started this. She called and broke off whatever arrangements Stacy had prior, now they were consumed in what she began. The night wouldn't end without several orgasms on each side, or with Stacy still a full-fledged woman. Carmen didn't plan to write her name straight away, part of her didn't want to at all, but it was inevitable. Only a selfish lover denied their partner similar bliss that they felt. But Stacy could still put an end to it.
"Last chance," Carmen said, stopping at a familiar door. She half-turned, letting her cocks jut out beyond even her oversized, perky breasts, "Once we start, nothing will be the same."
"I'd like that," Stacy closed the distance and hugged her, squishing her abundantly curved body into Carmen's taller frame, "Long as we're together, I'm happy. Even sharing you."
"Even if I'm not the same person you knew?"
"I like the new you," Stacy said and turned her face into a quick kiss, "Besides, you're still as considerate as ever."
"I wouldn't say that." The strip club came back to mind, all those people she changed and fucked and left alone to sort their lives out. She could try and help them, but why? Statistically, those altered by the Futa Note had a hundred-percent satisfaction rate, even if it took time.
"You told me what happened, gave me the choice, and I'm here. No more waiting, please? I've done that for so long. All alone in that bed, just waiting, hoping, you'd come."
Carmen pushed the past aside. The future was smiling at her, naked and wet, but still too collected for her liking. Only one way to fix that. She opened the door and pulled Stacy in, shutting it, then pushing her onto the single-bed at the centre. Its groans under their weight went ignored as Carmen planted her knee against her first lover's pussy, hands gripping hers, while their lips clashed after the minutes long famine. Her central prick rested between Stacy's breasts, which avalanched off the sides, nipples a tempting, ruddy pink colour. She didn't go straight for them, happy to look for a moment.
Just a moment, though. Stacy hefted them up, holding the nipples close together, and squeezed out a fountain of milk, splashing back against her and on Carmen's cheek. She wiped it clean, then dove in. Delicious cream flooded her mouth in seconds, like long lost lovers rushing into each other. Her cocks pulsed and leaked with each swallow that filled her belly, while she felt around for every little facet of Stacy's being. She looked up, met by flushed cheeks and a content smile. Carmen took a long drag, then moved up and kissed her again, this time sharing the milky bounty.
More sprayed out as she groped the still full globes. The gates were opened, leaking constantly even as her hands moved further down, devouring every square inch of Stacy's body. Even if it changed in the future, she never wanted to forget this softness, this familiar warmth that comforted her so often as her life deterred more and more from her original path. Now it was her turn to return the favour.
Without a doubt, Carmen thought as she massaged the luscious thighs. Stacy cooed at her touch, spreading her legs to reveal webs of juices hanging between them, which only lured Carmen in. The musky scent whirled around her like a storm, overriding even her own for a second. She leaned in and lashed her tongue along the skin, clearing it of viscous juices, nearing the source. Before long, it consumed her vision, the clit twitching at her softest breaths.
"W-wait," Stacy said, clenching shut and propping herself up, "You already made me cum. It's your turn."
"It'll make a mess," Carmen warned, though she was already climbing back, kissing along the plush tummy on her way, "You'll never be able to clean it all."
"Nothing would make me happier than to have your cum always with me." Both giggled at the offbeat romance.
"I'll make your wish come true," Carmen said and sat up on the edge, balls dangling over the edge, almost to the floor, while her cocks all stood almost ninety-degrees from her crotch. Stacy slid off the bed and knelt between her legs. At her presence, all five relaxed and fell to greet her. She caught the primary cock, completely inhuman in its shape, and stared down the yawning cum-hole. Endless rivers of pre fell from it, faster than the others, and poured across her chest. She shuddered, then closed the gap and ran her tongue around the glans.
Such a simple act. Not half an hour ago, Carmen had crammed the entire thing down a throat alongside the others, but this was Stacy. Just seeing the face that made most days worthwhile slowly decline into lust was wonderful. Her lips met the shaft and followed the path down to her busy groin, tongue digging into the wrinkles between cock and testicles, then soared back up her near four-foot shaft. Stacy cradled it against her lips as she swirled her tongue around the urethra, making out with the cock.
"Tastes so good," Stacy moaned, pulling out a dollop of pre-cum, which dribbled down her neck. She swallowed it with a deep sigh, "I wonder how it'd taste with coffee?"
Carmen snorted, "You're welcome to try. What'll you call it?"
"Hmm," Stacy hummed as she retrieved more, "Get back to me on that."
"Take your time," Carmen said, weaving fingers through the woman's hair. It'd grown out, becoming flowing locks that begged to be pulled on, but that would wait. Even if her body wanted to jump ahead, she was happy to let Stacy define the pace. Sweeping arcs of her tongue travelled across Carmen's length, ignoring the other members, despite their constant emissions. It couldn't be helped; the centre prick offered the thickest pre.
Then Stacy opened wide at the tip. Her jaw strained, eyes intense as they stared down the shaft, but it wasn't enough. No matter how she tried, the glans just mashed against her lips. At best, she squeezed a portion past her teeth. It didn't stop her, however, and she kept pushing from different angles in hopes the spongy crown would cave, but it held. With such a girth, no normal human could handle it.
"Sorry," Stacy panted, slinking back with a pout, though she didn't stop stroking, "It's just too big."
"That's okay," Carmen said and massaged her scalp, gently pulling her back against her member, "It's stupidly big, isn't it?"
"No! Of course not, it's just too big for me."
"It's too big, period," Carmen chuckled and held her forearm against the cock. Just a few months ago, this would be a fine comparison for a member suited to fucking anyone to orgasm. Now her arm was lost in its shadow. She hadn't taken its measurements, but the girth exceeded most soda bottles - except the ludicrously huge ones - and its length even more so. Yet she'd just fucked Rachel and Zoey with it.
