Her first week back at school warranted several inquiries as to her reasons. Carmen gave the same answer; she was overwhelmed and needed time away. Principal Blake stopped asking when she gave that answer for what felt like the hundredth time. Make up tests were required, likely to make sure she was still a top student, one that could be marketed as a success story. Of course, her change in wardrobe incited the tests as well. What honour student with straight As dressed so audaciously?
Not that it was entirely her decision to have a foot of cleavage on display. Nor to flash everyone her muffin topped ass cheeks. Everything in her closet was undersized on her frame. Shopping was high on her list, however regaining a semblance of normalcy came first, a far more trying challenge than she cared to admit. The tests weren't hard, neither were the classes, but her changed body gave a whole new obstacle. One she rarely dealt with even just a few months prior.
And one that demanded attention every lunch break. That being her libido. Without fail, her cocks twitched and ached to be free during a lecture. Sometimes, she understood the reason. Most girls in Saint Puella, even after it's alterations, were vapid creatures, obsessed with their looks and how best to flaunt them. She was surrounded by them all day, even if they didn't compare to the futanari in her life. Other times, though, her urges struck without warning.
Such an instance led her to grab Mary and Ashley from the cafeteria and drag them into the nearest vacant restroom. Just two futanari wouldn't satisfy her, but it would be enough to quell her urges for a while longer at least. That's what she told herself as she railed Ashley's ass and listened to an already inflated Mary fellate the plumper futa's dick-nipples.
Of the futanari at school, they were her favourites aside from Rachel. Mary's four tits just kept growing, acting as suitable toys for her plethora of tentacles, two of which plunged into Ashley's cunt alongside Carmen's biggest prick. The other cocks probed her ass deep, stretching the tight hole wide and straining her abundant cheeks. Ashley's central prick plugged Mary's snatch, keeping the gallons of semen trapped inside her fecund abdomen.
Carmen dug her fingers deep into Ashley's rear and hammered on. Each thrust was punctuated by the echoing slap of flesh, and the visceral slurp and squelch of the holes she carved out. Her own tits leapt from the impacts, milk flew everywhere, the enlarged containers already at their limit. She'd drunk too much of Stacy's milk in the past two weeks, her own production almost a match for the matronly futa. Just thinking of her sent trills along Carmen's pussy and into her testes.
All six gurgled and pulled against her crotch. Her next orgasm was near. Hopefully one that would placate her ridiculous desires for the rest of the day. After that, she could grab Rachel, maybe Dakota, head to the Adams' house and fuck until dinner. Leah hadn't so much as sucked her dick since the big reunion orgy. All the more reason to go over.
"You ready, Ashley?"
"Hmph! Fuck yes... I'll cum with you. Blow me up while I dump a load in this blonde slut," Ashley grunted, bucking against her and Mary's pricks, which upped their intensity, "Don't be like that. You're a slut, we all know it. A dirty, hmm, knocked up, oooh yeah, cum dump!"
Mary's tendrils jerked and released their load. The warm sludge bloated Ashley's womb and bathed Carmen in its heat, triggering her climax as well. She bore down on the futa and slammed into her with enough force to leave bruises in her wake, ones that all her sluts wore like badges of honour, like they were a sign of Carmen's love. But it wasn't exactly love with most of them. She liked them all, fucked them on a regular basis, but love was reserved for Rachel and Stacy. And her family, though that was a different matter.
The honour student growled her release to avoid calling attention. The sound reverberated off the bathroom stall, seemed to vibrate down to her very core, like a wild animal warning off an interloper. It couldn't be further from the truth as she hugged Ashley's soft belly and felt it bellow out, forcing her grip to move to her monumental breasts. She hadn't emptied for almost a week, which left her struggling with doors. Not that it'd be a problem anymore as every drop of backed up cum emptied down Mary's willing gullet.
"That should do it for now," Carmen sighed as the final dollops fell on Ashley's quivering ass. She chose to cum once more just for good measure, though the bell had rung thirty seconds ago. It just wasn't worth the risk, "Will you guys be alright?"
"Yeah, sure," Mary said, muffled beneath her girlfriend's limp body, "She'll be up and cumming in a few."
"Okay. Well, thanks for the help." Carmen pulled her sweater back on, though it barely functioned as a crop top, and yanked her cargo pants over her hips. Between her cocks, balls and ass, they didn't have much room to breathe.
"It was our pleasure."
"Always is," Carmen grinned and headed for class. She was only a couple minutes late, however that was enough for one Vivian Lint to take umbrage with her. It could also have been the fact that her cocks hadn't fully softened. Everyone could see her endowments. Many girls focused exclusively on them, others were more coy about it.
Vivian was no exception, even as she glared, "Nice of you to join us, Miss Robins. Now take your seat before I send to Mrs. Blake."
"Sure," Carmen shrugged. Vivian was brought on a couple months ago to assist in getting everyone ready for college, a futile effort really, since most students had no intention of higher education. Their plans were to marry rich, divorce young and coast by until their looks waned. Really, Carmen wasn't much different anymore. The idea of archaeology to discover more about Seikogami and their influence on the world had lost interest, replaced by a far more incessant desire. She really was becoming like Ryuka, whether she liked it or not.
Vivian scowled but returned to reading from her textbook. It was English Lit, analysing themes from such classic stories as Pride and Prejudice, which held exactly zero interest for Carmen. At least the teacher had a pleasant, if sharp British accent, the kind that held attention. Shame about the rest of her.
Wasted potential suited the 'specialist' tutor. Breasts on par with any normal student in the room, nice and perky, despite her dowdy shirts efforts, paired with a misshapen ass that just needed a few weeks in the gym to shape up. Carmen hated that she judged this woman off her body, though it was hard to find redemption in her personality. If it were a terrain, Vivian's was a marsh comprised of different shades of brown with a single log standing at its centre.
It'd be so easy to help her. She was smart enough, nothing she said was necessarily wrong, however everything else needed a change. Carmen stared at her, eyes half-lidded as she pondered just what kind of body would suit this dowry teacher. Maybe a bimbo in everything but intellect? Yes, that would do. Tits the size of hers, a genuine bubble butt, huge nipples too and lips a dick could lay on forever. Why stop there?
Between classes, she often had something in her mouth. Never a cigarette, so either an oral obsession, or a recovering smoker. The former was more appealing, because in that case maybe she'd appreciate extra stimulation. Of course, the personality needed the most work. An oral infatuation with dick would suit her best, the kind that she couldn't ignore beyond a single class. It'd cause her to slip up, show some actual humanity, rather than her constant robotic recital of lines she'd spoken a thousand times before.
And give Carmen the perfect chance to fuck her.
"No, no, no," Carmen muttered as her overwhelmed pants struggled more, her flagging erections resurging at her impetuous thoughts. None of her friends were in this class and she doubted any of the girls would willingly help her out, though she could seduce them into it easily. Several of her classmates were always staring at her, even when she sat down and obscured her crotch from view. Those ones would leap at a chance.
She couldn't do that. It was one thing to fantasise about something, but to abuse her inhuman sensuality on plain women like them stepped too far. Of course, the Futa Note was always an option. She kept it on her person at all times, both afraid to have it stolen again, and just in case. Any actual reason eluded her, the only possible explanation being an assault or a friend asking for additional changes. What a blatant lie.
It was for times like these. Even if she refused to cave in, the urge was omnipresent. Just walking into a room, seeing the otherwise plain girls gathered around, tested her resolve. Now more than ever as she ruminated over how best to excuse herself and find relief before she went a step too far. Maybe she should've made it so Rachel could walk in, suck her off, and have no one question it. No, then she'd miss her class. What about Leah? She had work. One of the strippers, but she didn't know where they lived exactly. It could take an hour for them to arrive.
Her own name was a possibility. Gretchen's use of a pen made sure she had to write another entry for herself, but a new cock didn't mean much anymore, and with it she could change everyone's perception of her so they didn't care if she jerked off in front of them all and showered the room in cum. Such thoughts weren't new. They came whenever she was tested by her own arousal.
Carmen raised her hand, fingers twitching, "May I be excused?"
"You arrive tardy to my class and expect to leave ten minutes in? I think not, now put your hand down." Ten minutes? It had only been ten minutes! Classes lasted almost an hour each. She'd lose all control by the end. Just because one teacher wouldn't let her go.
Altering her personality wouldn't be enough. She had to learn the struggles Carmen dealt with herself. After a week with the same libido, then Vivian could sympathise. The honour student slouched and pinched the bridge of her nose; was she really thinking of revenge for something so pathetic? And she thought Gretchen was petty.
"Excuse me?" Rachel's voice came from the door as it creaked open.
"Yes, Miss Adams?"
"I need a partner for a project but everyone else is taken. Even the teacher. Is it alright if Carmen helps me out, please?" Rachel asked, the most polite she'd ever been, and a far cry from her attitude during sex. With her casual smart attire and hair brushed back, she even appeared to be a model student, more so than Carmen. All that broke the illusion was her abundance of curves, though her clothes still fit better.
Vivian sighed, "I suppose. You need all the help you can get."
Carmen powered to the exit, not giving anyone a chance to see her hardening members. She followed her lover for a few feet, before pinning her against the wall.
"You're a lifesaver, you know that?" Carmen said, kissing her deep and hard, cocks swelling as the distance between their heads furthered.
"I figured you needed a hand." Rachel's clothes didn't become baggy on her frame, kept snug by the familiar swelling of her curves. Her button-up shirt popped a button as her tits burgeoned, forming a diamond window for her cleavage, "Now come on and fuck my face."
