Morning finally came. A blessed relief to the futa who sat, curled up in a ball, on the bathroom floor to hide away from her girlfriend's relentless libido. Hers wasn't any better. Alisa's erection had remained stoic throughout the night, leaking pre-cum into a puddle and waiting for her self-control to crack. The possibility wasn't something she even entertained, thoughts resolutely fixed on anything but her magnitude of cock.
Her bouts of sleep passed as fast as they came. Alisa's dreams were helpless against her lust, no matter what she tried they always turned to visions of Bianca. She would jerk awake through sheer force of will, causing her dick to lurch and her balls to rumble like a starving stomach. Sunlight bathed the white tiled walls in radiance. It was time to try and go about her day.
Outside, she heard her alarm clock blare. The obnoxious beeping soon stopped as Bianca silenced it, though there was no other movement that Alisa could hear. Alisa carefully unlocked the bathroom door and peeked out, cautious of seeing her inhumanly sexual girlfriend.
"Morning," Bianca's voice both froze and boiled Alisa's blood, sending her heart racing while her cock leapt and slapped against the door. The futa swiftly shut it and leaned her full weight on the wood, eyes wide as her jaw clenched shut and her nostrils flared. Her breaths were fast and harsh.
"I'll be in the dorm showers," Bianca said, more subdued than Alisa had ever heard from her, "Sorry about last night." The door to their room clicked shut. Silence settled around Alisa, save for her heart and breathing. Her cock throbbed with every second and her lust burned through her veins, ignited by nothing more than Bianca's speech - and the image of her curvy lover standing naked, under a stream of water, washing her ridiculous figure. Alisa's fingers curled into restrained fists.
The urge to touch herself almost hurt. She licked her dry lips and leaned her head against the door, heaving a deep sigh. Bianca seemed in control for the time being. If they were going to find that gypsy, then this might be their only chance. She just needed to get herself under control as well, then they could get started. But a cold shower or bath were dubious at best. That only left her one option.
Alisa hung her head and stared at her cock. Her former ten inches seemed so much more manageable in comparison to the hunk of meat attached to her crotch. It sagged under its weight, though only slightly, kept aloft by the stubborn desire throbbing within. She shifted her legs and felt her balls brush against her knees. They had to be the size of bowling balls by now. If not, they were just as heavy.
Though the weight didn't concern her. She felt it as clearly as she normally would, however it didn't pull on her as it should've. Alisa let her curiosity guide her hands, glad for any distraction, and felt around her lower body, finding solid muscle where it had been soft before. Her hips had always been strong, especially after the months with Bianca, but now they felt chiselled. Likewise, her legs were solid and rippled with power. Yet she couldn't see any muscle from the outside.
She shook her head and stepped from the bathroom. The futa couldn't risk seeing Bianca face to face, not when her own libido was acting up like this. Now was her best chance to get some breakfast. As she walked into the kitchen area, her cock bobbed and swayed heavily in front of her. There wasn't any strain on her augmented muscles, however.
She pulled open the fridge to see what was left. Not much... Alisa sighed, cursing herself for not buying more groceries when she went out. They didn't even have any milk left. Her lips curled unconsciously, thinking of her lover and the possible gallons of sweet, creamy milk her tits held. Bianca would probably need to be milked if the effects weren't reversed. Not that either of them would mind.
"Stop it," Alisa snapped at herself. She swung open the pantry and grabbed the nearest cereal, deciding it'd be better to have it dry than nothing at all. Or to risk making something that'd take too long. Neither she, nor Bianca had cum since yesterday. If they saw each other now, would it turn out like their initial reunion?
A clear head would be bliss, Alisa thought as she contemplated her dull breakfast. Dry cereal was far from her favourite meal choices. Adding water would be just as bad, if not worse. The fluid had to be tasty and slightly thick too. She almost laughed at herself as something fell to the floor with a wet splat. Her eyes moved to her cock, its head almost at the table's centre, and felt pre-cum streak down its underside.
Something thick and tasty...
"This curse is fucking with my head," Alisa muttered and stood up. She held her bowl beneath the tip as she began to stroke her shaft, tiny fingers barely covering a third of her girth. Pleasure sparked immediately and danced across her length, transmitting to her fingers to race along her arms. A low sigh turned to a moan as she worked. Pre-cum spilled into her cereal in an endless fountain, each rise of her hand coaxing an entire cupful worth.
The sensations dominated her mind. Her eyes slid shut and her mouth fell open to moan clearer. Images of Bianca subsumed her thoughts, visions of the impossibly busty girl wrapping her tits around Alisa's cock and giving her the mother of all tit fucks. Bianca's breasts were the only ones that could possibly handle Alisa's dick now. She could never be with anyone else.
"Fuck!" Alisa gasped and tore her hand away, stabbing her nails into her side. Pain clashed with pleasure and drove off her climax, leaving her cock to ache for its release. Her balls throbbed in near agony. She panted heavily as she set her bowl back on the table, cereal now swimming in a sea of her translucent, white pre-cum, "How much sperm is in that stuff?" The futa gawked at the sight.
Pre-cum was never even remotely white. It was just a natural lubricant with some sperm cells, nothing more, yet hers could almost pass for a normal ejaculation for a guy with a low sperm count. Though it was thicker than she'd expected. What would the real thing look like? Could it even come out from her urethra?
"Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with me?" Alisa groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. She had to deal with this curse, and soon. Before that, she needed to finish her pre-ejaculate bathed breakfast. The futa lifted her spoon, pausing to watch her pre drool from the metal, then engulfed it. Strangely, the cereal was what brought down the flavour. Her cum was simply that good.
It was sweet and bitter with a strange aftertaste. Alisa's mind raced with the possibilities of using her seed in cooking, wondering what flavours or textures it could bring about. She'd heard of people using their cum in baking, perhaps it was something worth exploring. There was still some eggs, flour and sugar left. Making something like that would be too risky, though, not when she was on a strict time limit. Yet the thought wouldn't leave her alone.
She glanced at the nearest clock. Bianca would probably be another five minutes. If Alisa worked quickly then she could get everything ready to go in the oven. Her girlfriend could handle the rest. And the mere idea of cumming sounded so good. It'd clear her head and relieve some of the ache in her groin.
"I shouldn't... but it's not like I can go out with this," Alisa mumbled around her food, hoping that speaking aloud would somehow urge her mind to blurt the answer, "But one orgasm won't be enough. A cold shower definitely won't work either. The only way is..."
"Hey."
Alisa rounded at the greeting and saw Bianca standing in front of the door, a towel wrapped tight around her oversized breasts, soaked hair draped over them. Her nipples tented the fabric and lifted it high enough to almost reveal her pussy. They didn't catch Alisa's gaze, however. That was the redness that surrounded Bianca's eyes.
"What happened?"
"Some girls picked on me," Bianca stated without moving from where she stood, "To put it lightly."
"Anca," Alisa gulped and stood, ignorant to how her cock bobbed with her steps. She wrapped her arms around her lover, burying her head in her breasts, and pulled her close. The futa glanced around, scanning across her girlfriend's skin and saw a couple of bruises beginning to form, "They went too far."
"Ha, yeah," Bianca hugged Alisa close, as if afraid that she would run away again, "I can't even get horny like this." She laughed briskly at the touch of Alisa's erection.
"Don't tempt me," Alisa laughed and peered up at her, "I might try and change that."
"I know," Bianca grinned. She paused in contemplation, regarding her petite lover before she took a long breath, "I think we need to deal with this curse."
"Because you got bullied for once?" Alisa snarked, "... sorry. That came out wrong."
"It happens... and yeah. Pretty much. You know me, I like to socialise. These things are awesome, but I think you're right. I can't live like this. Not normally." Bianca frowned at her chest, both admiring how huge and perfect it looked, while she despaired at what others would think of her.
