Bianca shook her head clear of the vision playing out in her mind. Alisa wouldn't be asleep, not at a time like this. She'd be working to try and solve this, make a scientific solution to what seemed like magic. The cursed teen took a long, soothing breath to quell her racing heart. If they could find that gypsy, then they could fix everything. She was certain of it, though not if she wanted to. For now, she had to tell Alisa.
That was the priority. Once Alisa knew, they could search for the gypsy. If nothing else, Alisa could probably figure something out with the information. Bianca smiled softly to herself. She didn't have to tell her right away. They could at least relax a bit and... her smile waned. That wouldn't happen, not when just being in the same building as Alisa made her pussy burn. Still, she kept her thoughts optimistic as she stepped from the elevator.
Bianca ignored the eyes that followed her down the hallway. While reality may have been altered to lead everyone to believe that she was always this curvy, that barely dampened the effect her body had, even on the female populace. There was only one girl whose opinion mattered to Bianca, though, and she was waiting in their dorm room. She came to a stop in front of their door and took a deep breath, straining her shirt.
"Keep in control," Bianca whispered to herself and repeated it like a mantra, "If Liz can do it, so can you." Doubt quivered in her voice, however, plainly audible to her own ears. She steeled herself, tightening one hand into a white-knuckled fist, then opened the door.
Scent registered first and foremost. Bianca almost stepped back at the sudden wave that met her, a blast of an aroma that she recognised all too well. It had dominated most of her nights for the past few months, a heady scent that was almost nostalgic to her. She paused with the door partially open and let herself inhale, sighing in release. It was certainly familiar, yet she couldn't wholly recognise it through the sheer potency that assailed her sinuses.
Bianca took a deeper breath and tried to figure out what this smell was. It was so strong that she could taste it on her tongue, even feel it in her body. The cursed brunette bit her bottom lip, restraining a groan as her lower body heated up, an ache building within her crotch. She recognised the odour now, as did her biology.
"Alisa," Bianca breathed, frowning as she opened the door further to see her bed was dishevelled and clearly dirty, but not in the traditional sense. She gulped, the small act somehow erotic as a distinct taste danced across her tongue, brought on by the sheer scale of the musk permeating the room and leaking into the hall. A strange cross between a gag and moan brought her attention to the left.
Bianca's neighbour was unlocking her door, easily within radius of the keenly sensual musk. She glanced at her, arching an eyebrow and curling her lip.
"What is that?" She demanded, clearly unable to decide whether she liked the smell or were disgusted by it.
"Nothing. Alisa must've spilled something," Bianca assured her, smiling to mask the wave of desire coursing through her own body. She wanted nothing more than to walk inside, strip down and make the smell a dozen times stronger. Or just ignore the world and the curse and spend the rest of her life indulging in the pleasures of her growing body. Consequences be damned.
"Better clean it up, bimbo tits," her neighbour snarked, though Bianca recognised the spark of lust in her eyes, then stepped inside with a final, longing glance.
"'Bimbo tits' huh? That's a new one. Too bad it means jack shit," Bianca muttered to herself, looking down at her ponderous chest with a smirk. People will say what they want, she thought and cupped one breast, cooing at the softness that met her hand. Alisa's words would decide what happened next. Bianca released her chest and buried her hands in her pockets, gripping the fabric tightly.
She took a final deep breath and stepped into the room, kicking the door shut behind her. The final click was dull in her ears, yet it sounded no less ominous as she looked around. Alisa's scent was everywhere, overshadowing the smell of her shampoo and conditioner, even the leftover curry that rested on the stove. Bianca didn't risk covering her face for fear of what her body might do without restraint.
Bianca scanned her surroundings to find Alisa laying on her bed, deep asleep. Her lover always looked cutest when she was sleeping. Her lips would pout, or her brow would furrow like she was still thinking about what she was working on. This time, Alisa didn't look simply cute or troubled. She looked sexy.
The futa's shirt was too large on her slender frame, sliding down her shoulder and revealing part of her chest. Alisa's lips were parted and relaxed, as if she were in the middle of a blowjob. Her sweatpants were usually of the same type, loose enough around her figure to reveal part of her skin if she stood up. Now, they were pulled tight against her hips by an impressively huge erection. Dampness spread across the domed tip.
Bianca's nipples pushed out against her lacy bra, tenting her shirt. They were each a match for Alisa's former member, which had grown fantastically since she last saw it. It was an irresistible sight, calling to her like the sweetest siren's song. She sat at the foot of Alisa's bed, careful not to wake her up, and clasped her hands together while her gaze remained locked in place. Every ounce of common sense told her to look away and seclude herself.
But for every ounce of that sense there were kilos more of desire. Bianca wrenched her eyes free to look around, but they were immediately brought back to the core of her burgeoning lust. Her entire body thrummed with want, not just her breasts or pussy, but every aspect of her being. It hummed, like static in headphones. She thought back to how she'd woken Alisa up several times in a similar position.
"It... it'll be fine," Bianca murmured, hands shakily separating, "We're gonna get rid of this curse, anyway. So... better make the best of it." Not to mention that she knew Alisa couldn't resist a wakeup blowjob, and she wanted to - had to - see what had become of her girl's cock. She gulped and hooked her fingers into Alisa's sweatpants, then pulled them down.
Bianca gasped at the sight that burst into view. She felt its heat despite not even touching it, and its scent raced into her nostrils, while her eyes devoured the vein-riddled spire of cock before her. It bounced back from the sudden release, slapping wetly against Alisa's belly. There wasn't any other sight she wanted to see more at that moment. No, she amended and inhaled through her mouth, tasting the mesmerising prick in front of her. She wanted to see it drive into her in every conceivable way.
"Alisa," Bianca moaned and wrapped a hand around the throbbing pillar. It pulsed and twitched against her hand, as if excited by her return. A splash of pre-cum poured from the tip and across her fingers. She moved her hand up, squeezing gently as she did so, and pushed another gout of the slimy pre-seed out. The lustful teen paused when she reached the crown.
It was so much bigger than before. Bianca moved closer, pushing her lover's legs apart, and pushed her face near until all she could see was the fleshy tower and smell only its heavy musk. Another wave of pre oozed forth. Bianca's pussy echoed the sight, soaking through her tight fitted panties. She pushed her nose into her girl's balls, each as big as an orange. Soft, loose flesh surrounded the two massive, sperm encumbered orbs.
Every inch of skin was covered in Alisa's pre-cum and sweat. Bianca moaned as she inhaled the aroma, its musk permeating her mind. She could almost taste it on her tongue, the scent was so powerful. But almost wasn't good enough. The lust-addled teen parted her lips and ran her tongue along her lover's scrotum, moaning hotly at the flavour.
Bianca opened her mouth wide and sucked on a ball. The sweat and pre washed over her tongue, while she licked at the skin, cleaning it of everything but her spit. She moved onto the next, breathing heavily. Every inhale made her pussy clench in longing, her inner walls rippling around a phantom cock. Not yet, Bianca thought as she dipped her head below the sack and cleaned the underside. There, she felt a dribble of fluid on her face. She almost forgot about Alisa's own pussy. Just like Alisa would do a lot of the time.
"Sorry," Bianca breathed and tilted her head back further, until she pressed her lips to the engorged vulva. Her tongue lashed out, lapping up the juices. A muffled moan preluded an increase in the fluids, urging her to wrap her mouth around the sensual mound. She suckled on it, pulling as much of her lover's flavour across her taste buds as she could. Her hands moved to Alisa's potent balls and massaged them. It was faint, but she swore she heard the cum churning around inside.
Bianca pushed her tongue into Alisa's snatch. She ran it across the velvety insides, enjoying it as they squeezed around the muscle. The brunette bombshell moaned, knowing that it would transit to Alisa, who soon echoed the sound. She massaged the swollen nether lips and excitedly gulped down the copious fluids. For every drop she swallowed, her own snatch leaked just as much. If not more.
She pulled away from it with a satisfied gasp. Her lips and cheeks were wet with Alisa's juices, the abundant fluids sticking fast to her face. Bianca ran her tongue over her lips, clearing them with a keen moan.
"I'll be back," Bianca promised and moved back to put her face against Alisa's turgid cock. It was covered in slick pre-cum, a coat of it adhering to her pussy smeared cheek. She giggled under her breath, taking in just how overwhelmingly virile Alisa had become. Bianca ran her fingertips along the slimy shaft, noting how viscous the coating was. She extended her tongue, still doused in Alisa's bittersweet juices, and ran it along the length of her lover's rigid shaft.
Salt mixed with the tart flavour as she moved up to the head. Her nostrils flared to capture as much of the musk as she could, while her hands followed her tongue, before descending the lubricated shaft. They twisted slowly. She pursed her lips and pressed them against the tip, kissing it softly, before deepening it until she was wildly making out with the bulbous head. The fact that it wasn't Alisa's lips made no difference.
