Author's Note: This contains extreme inflation. By this I mean a character being inflated to room-filling proportions. Alongside this is unrealistic penetrations. Keep in mind this fiction and does not cater to everyone's tastes. Just my personal ones. If you enjoy them as well, read on. But you've been warned.
Chapter 3:
Teresa was nervously playing with her fingers as she waited for Blair. Their classrooms weren't far from each other, only two rooms separating them. However, as she stood there watching for that tall, gorgeous goddess, it felt like they were miles apart. She was never a clingy person, often preferring her own company over that of others, but she longed to be close to Blair, the one who she considered her first legitimate friend. Granted, the relationship was far from a normal one. It didn't change the fact that she enjoyed Blair's company.
It wasn't long until she saw her lover approaching. Beyond her, she caught sight of Diana, though Teresa didn't know her much, if at all. The reason she focused on this stranger was the expression on their face, as they watched Blair walk away. In the back of her mind, Teresa recognised it as the same exact face she had shown when Blair had begun talking to her. She knew that this person was the next member of the harem, or at least someone of interest to Blair.
"You wait long?" The sudden question made her jump from her reverie, the sharp motion of surprise bringing a grin to Blair's face. Teresa flushed in embarrassment, but nodded nonetheless, "Sorry for the wait, had to get something started." She explained and took the goth's hand, leading her to the parking lot where Alice would be waiting for them. Blair was looking forward to seeing the MILF again, who wouldn't? Her cock gave a soft throb as if in agreement with the thought.
"Who was she?" Teresa asked. She wasn't jealous, merely curious. Rightfully so, given the fact that, if all went smoothly, she and that woman would be at Blair's beck and call. They were outside, heading directly to the carpark. She could see her mother's car situated nearby, a miracle given its generic nature. It blended into its environment of budget friendly student and faculty cars. On the opposite spectrum, Riley's ride home was as conspicuous as possible. Aside from the group of students walking to it, the car itself was a flashy Mercedes-Benz.
"Who?"
"You know who."
"Oh, her. That's Diana, she's the first on my list. She's actually quite nice honestly," Blair explained, glancing back at the goth with a lewd grin, "But I think she'll look better getting fucked and filled just like you." She added, eyes dancing over Teresa's body with an obvious lust. During her class, her desire had gradually continued to build itself up once more. She knew it wasn't just her natural libido supplying the lust, but also her willpower, or lack thereof, bringing thoughts and images of Diana giving into her own needs.
"Oh god..." Teresa moaned, feeling her body flush with desire. Between her thighs, she could already feel her pussy hot and wet. It was obvious that Blair could tell, her grin widening and showing her perfect teeth. It made the goth feel like she was a rabbit, staring into the toying eyes of a fox or wolf, waiting to be devoured. The key difference being that, instead of being consumed, she would be taken and fucked and filled to and beyond her capacity. The comparison was apt enough and even had her smouldering lust burn brighter.
Eventually, they came to the car. Alice noticed them and waved them over, her eyes holding on Blair longer than an older woman's should. The futanari noticed that her cheeks were slightly reddened, and that her breaths were rather short, as if she were out of breath. Almost like she had been doing something strenuous before they showed up, Blair thought in amusement. It was faint, but she could smell the distinct musk of a lustful woman. She smiled broadly to Teresa's parent.
"Hi, Alice. You really don't have to do this; you know?" She said in greeting, wanting to appear somewhat uncomfortable with Alice's keen hospitality. The mother waved her hand to dismiss the notion.
"It's no trouble, Blair, trust me." She said, nodding to the back of the car. Teresa parted from Blair, her fingers outstretched in an effort keep in contact with her for as long as possible, something that the always observant eye of her mother didn't miss. Alice said nothing however, knowing that it had been a hard day for her daughter. Chances were she was looking for comfort wherever she could, she told herself.
"If you insist." Blair replied uncertainly and stepped into the vehicle. The first thing that made itself known to her was the clear scent of a woman's desire, that is to say their wet pussy. Teresa couldn't smell it, understandable since the smell of a generic store-brought cleaner was almost overwhelming. Alice was being naughty, Blair thought with glee, nearly giggling like a young schoolgirl. Teresa noticed the near lapse in control and knew Blair had done or noticed something. Though she had no way of knowing what exactly.
"Where do you live, Blair?" Alice asked, turning the keys and bringing the engine to life. Blair gave her address and they were off. Throughout the journey, she was letting her pheromones into the air, upping their potency a little bit to compensate for the fresh air blowing in through the open windows. Nonetheless, the chemicals were having their effect, making the slight flush on Alice's cheeks more noticeable by the minute. Unfortunately, Blair only lived a few minutes by car from the school.
"Thanks for the ride, Alice, ma'am." She said politely, even bowing her head slightly. Alice seemed to find it amusing, letting out a small laugh.
"No problem, dear. It's the least I could after you helped Teresa earlier," Unseen by her, the goth was smirking widely, thinking about the 'help' Blair had provided her. The futanari waved goodbye as she walked up to her house, grinning when she noticed the somewhat disappointed look on Alice's face. Granted, she was uncertain as to whether she liked the notion of her... she paused in her thoughts for a moment. What would she refer to them as?
She was essentially making herself a harem. Blair had seen quite a bit of anime in the Harem/Ecchi genres and it was something that had always fascinated her; the idea of having so many people, men or women, who adored her and wanted to please her. Maybe even start a family, albeit a massive one. It almost made her laugh to think of having so many children. Though she wondered how they'd turn out, given their progenitor's unique genetics. Well, she thought, she had a long time before she would even consider having children.
Thinking of that, she pulled out her phone. She'd gotten Teresa's number earlier that day, just moments after she'd finished up with the goth in fact. As she stepped into her house, Blair sent a text asking Teresa to get a pregnancy test as soon as she could. She didn't know if there was any semen in her cum, though she was certain she had a prostate, or perhaps two from what she had felt with her vines earlier. Better safe than sorry, she told herself as she shut the door behind her. It wasn't often that her parents were home before she was, but she could hear the TV in the living room.
She walked to the door and peaked inside. Her mother was sitting on the couch, absentmindedly reading while some sort of reality show played on the screen.
"Hi, Mum. You're home early." Blair said in greeting, setting her bag down by the couch and sitting down on the nearby chair. Ashley jumped at the sound of her daughter's voice.
"Oh! Hi, Honey. Didn't hear you come in." She told her, placing a bookmark in the novel and sitting up to properly greet her daughter. Blair grinned at her, but it was forced. The book had been in just the right position, pressing down on her mother's chest and hiding her beautiful face from view, but now both were on full display for Blair to devour with her eyes. Her cock pulsed at the sight and, for a second, she almost wanted to let loose and take her mother right then and there. Fortunately, her will power remained and she maintained her daughterly appearance.
"Good book?" She asked, nodding to the novel.
