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Day 0:
The apartment was always loud. In fact, every apartment was loud. Not like I mind, I’m used to it— and in fact love it. Wouldn’t be able to function without the constant moaning around. You kinda get used to it. Something about the brain adapting and getting conditioned. Don’t know the details, but you get the gist. Not like this is something you “get used to.” I think everyone already loves the sound of girls getting bred and the little screams they let out, but listening to it all day long is another story.
Oh, right where are my manners? The name is Gaia. I am not quite used to these diary/log thingies, but my doctor suggested I use it—something about “tracking any potential growth” or whatever. The point is that I now have a chip that tracks my thoughts and converts them into text, which is probably how you are experiencing this. Maybe someone voices it— hopefully a hot and sultry model does that— but I doubt it. This will just be just something to add to my growing hospital record anyway.
Anyways, yeah, I’m Gaia. A futanari born and raised in New York. I am currently living in an apartment with a little harem I’m building. I know I’m not quite alpha material, but y’know, a girl can dream of their own harem.
I am 7 ft tall, so usual average height for futanari. My measurements are G cup breasts, 45-inch waist, and a nice 78-inch hip measurement. Slightly above average. In a similar vein, my cock is around 40 inches long, with a healthy 10-inch girth— Hope you use that information correctly, haha.
Anyways, if you are reading this document you probably have my file next to you with all my info, so I don’t know why I am sharing this. Must be just, y’know, a sentiment to introduce myself to this thing? I don’t know. But at least now the information is here in case those other files go missing.
Other than that, can’t think of anything else I’m missing.
Oh yeah! Libido is, y'know, standard for a futa, so I have sex with my partners around twice a day, depending on how pent up I get. I could technically go for more, but I prefer to just save it for two big sessions per day. Couldn’t really tell you about the exact amount I produce, but I can tell you my watermelon-sized testes are always churning a new load and I always fill out XXXL plastic condoms. I’m sure that paints the picture.
As for non-physical information, I work as an intern journalist for the Pink Times, hence my “elevated language.” You are probably surprised that an intern can afford her own apartment and a harem, but rent and living expenses are a bit easier when you are an above-average futa.
I’ll be sure to introduce the girls at a better time. Don’t want to bog you down with introductions and the like.
I was also told to disclose my daily routine as it happens on the first day, so I’ll also have to keep you in suspense for that. Not like you can already imagine what it consists of.
Oh, yeah! There are those pills Dr. Cummings ordered me to take as part of the observation. Something about them being stabilizers just too add a bit of control for the logs. I didn’t get the specifics, but eh, what could possibly go wrong?
So, I simply pop one of the pills and swallow it with ease. Hm. Caramel flavor, nice.
In any case, that’s me. Gaia in a nutshell, I’ll keep you updated, little diary!
Day 1:
I wake up as I usually do, clammy with sweat and with a massive erection on my cum stained sheets. A completely normal morning for me. Sometimes one of the girls is awake to clean up my cock before I wake up, unless they are too cumflated the night before— which, spoiler alert, is totally what happened.
So, I get up and stretch in an effort to get ready for the day. I feel my heavy breasts jiggle and heave from the movement as I sit up. I turn my sights to my erection. It stands a good two or three meters (hard to say with the naked eye) towards the ceiling, throbbing ever so slightly.
I feel the covers brush against the turgid shaft, adding a bit of pleasure that feels both extremely nice, but also not good enough to make me cum. Every twitch causes these sensations to run through my body, making me instantly horny. I really need to cum.
While I could easily resort to masturbation, I already am way too used to other methods for it to work. I don’t think any adult futa uses masturbation to relieve themselves, honestly. We have enough with all the bimbos and condoms that throw themselves at us after all.
Anyways, I see Andrea bloated on the floor, my young condom. Andrea is usually the one who receives all my cummies and keeps me nice and lean. Honestly, I find condom anatomy fascinating. They are just like normal women, only extremely shorter and with larger assets. I get why they are different and the like, but still incredible species can diverge in such a way. As it stands, Andrea is around 4 ft last I checked, and her tits and ass can barely fit through the door. Not like it matters, though. Andrea spends most of her day bloated and digesting cummies, since condoms are barely fit to work proper jobs. People call them lazy and even see them as “parasites” in society, but I disagree with that. I mean, it is thanks to condoms that we futanari are able to function properly. They absorb and take all of our cummies so we can work. Even women should be thankful to them, without them, they’d be the ones receiving the brunt end of our erections.
Anyways, still getting used to this stream of consciousness diary or whatever. Sorry for the rants. My point is that I’m thankful for Andrea. I smile at her blonde little face and pouty, perfect dick sucking lips, which causes my cock to throb once more.
It seems I have to resort to plan B.
“Bri! Dia!” I shout at the top of my lungs, in a sort of commanding manner. It’s not a rough tone, though. Just one to show the urgency of the matter.
In just a couple of seconds, two hypercurved bimbos crash against my door. Their faces flush and their eyes glimmering with excitement. “Yes, mistress!” They excitedly answer, unable to hide their anticipation.
Bri is a blonde, stereotypical bimbo. Her lips are plump and full, a testament of how much she loves oral sex. Her name is actually ‘Brianna,’ quite a long name for a bimbo, but that is because she is the daughter of an elite family that prides itself in “retaining elements of the old world”— whatever that means. Bri here just left and turned into a total cocksucker bimbo. She was so far gone she couldn’t even remember her family or anything else besides her love for futacock.
Bri was clearly made for sex. Her tits, while not as large as Andrea, were still absolutely lovely. They were around the size of beach balls, making her slightly above average among fellow bimbos. Her hourglass figure made her shelf of an ass perfect counterweight for her tits, though her ass was a bit slightly larger, a sign of the night where we did anal, perhaps? The fat cheeks clapped every time she walked, which effectively made me hard. You get the idea of why she is in my harem, right?
“Like, let me suck it, mistress!” Bri squealed, throwing herself to the floor and nuzzling against my shaft instantly. It’s like she can read my mind in the best way possible. She pressed her face against it, her cheek wobbling as she moved back and forth against the shaft.
Not to be outdone, Dia did the same.
Dia was also a bimbo of high class, though unlike Bri, her family was entirely composed of sluts who “married” and attached themselves into harems of powerful futanari and alphas. Not for power or anything, but simply because they loved sex so much. Because of this, Dia’s lineage was primed and made for breeding and sex.
Dia has platinum blonde hair, with some dark roots at the top and her skin has this natural tone that makes her extremely desirable. As if to package the deal, her tits were gigantic. I’m talking torso-covering, heaving tits that would make condoms jealous. Even I can't even think of a proper object to compare them to. Her charm point so to say, are her huge, fist-sized nipples. God, I love fucking those. They are utterly amazing, and Dia herself loves when I fuck her tits.
“No! I need my cummies, now!” Dia moaned passionately as she imitated her fellow bimbo in nuzzling against my log-sized cock.
I sigh in pure delight at what I have. Sure, it’s just a trio of needy bitches, but it is enough for a futa like me.
Like them, I’m already burning with anticipation. I need to fuck them, preferably at the same time, though that’d be hard do at this moment. Sadly, I’m not one of those double-cocked futa that exist out there, but it is enough with what I have.
I am satisfied with them pressing their faces against my dick at the moment. It’s like a sort of foreplay to satisfy the three’s lust. God, just the sight of them looking up to me with those vacant eyes is enough to get me leaking.
Thick spurts of precum leak out of my cock, falling to the floor. Bri, however, notices and starts to try to catch it, not wanting to let anything go to waste.
Seeing her being so in love with my juices causes me to throb even harder, pushing their cheeks and faces even more. I feel my balls churn audibly a fresh new load just from the sight of that alone. My balls get even fuller, fresh spunk awaiting to be used.
I make the decision at that moment.
“I’m sorry, Dia, but I need to reward Bri for her devotion,” I offer them both a smile. A smile of pure lust and desire at that.
Dia pouts and takes a very hesitant step away from my cock. I can feel her eyes linger on it ever so slightly. “I, like, also have that de-vo-lotion thingy, mistress!” She pleads, her need for cock making her challenge my word.
Luckily for Dia, I understand she is doing simply because she is a complete slut wanting to please me. Unfortunately for her, I have already made my decision.
“I’ll fuck you later. In the meantime, you can go play with Andrea over there,” I point behind me where Andrea laid. Her body still a bit bloated from everything she took last night.
Dia’s pout turns to happiness once she hears me say I’ll fuck her. “Yayy! Fuckies later!” She celebrates in a moan-like shout. She rushes towards Andrea’s unconscious body. “Here, little condom. It’s not, like, a cock for realsies but you can treat it like one!” She excitedly said as she shoved one of her gigantic nipples into the unconscious girl’s mouth.
With that settled, I turn my eyes to Bri, who is expectantly looking at me. Her mouth is already pouted and opened in a sucking manner. A trail of saliva leaks from her mouth, a sign of how wet she is for it. That was the invitation I needed for me to act— not like I needed one as her mistress.
I grab her by the hair and slam her head deep into my cock, forcing her to swallow every inch of it.
“Aaaahhhhh~” I passionately moan as I feel her wet mouth around my thick shaft. The rough insertion alone causes me to unleash a torrent of pre that Bri happily swallows. The action makes it so I feel her throat move ever so slightly around my cock, adding to the entire experience.
Once Bri regains a bit of control, she wraps her lips around the base of my cock, using her cocksucking pillows to please me. I feel the plush sensation and it makes the veins around my dick to throb alongside it, making Bri to mutedly moan in sheer delight.
Her tongue wrapped around my member, licking it as much as she could despite having a massive log deep into it. I continue to pump her with my pre. Luckily for me, bimbo bodies quickly use fluids like pre to fatten their assets and the like— or at least that’s what I have been told. In any case, Bri is happily sucking me off and swallowing everything I’m leaking.
I’m so glad to have her, so I push her head deeper into my crotch, forcing more cock into her throat. I can see her eyes water as she is forced to swallow more, but I know she can take it. She is the throat goat of this harem after all. I continue to pet her head and often push her back and forth to add a bit more tension. Bri happily moans when I do, loving the submission and how rough I am with her.
In the background, I can hear Dia and Andrea moan as well, their chorus adding more to the ever-growing lust in the room.
“Keep going Bri, you are an amazing cocksucker. Ha. Bet that’s the only long word you can effortlessly pronounce, right?” I tease a bit, petting her head to let her know she is doing a good job and that she needs to keep going. I’m just using her bimbo conditioning to get the most of it.
Bri forces a nod as much as she can when she has 2 feet of cock down her throat. She doubles her efforts, sucking and licking far more eagerly, though it’s hardly noticeable since she was already giving it her all. Though this is more just to keep her submissive and exploit that than a matter of effort. Granted, she is utterly unaware of this.
“Those lips of yours are amazingggggg~” I moan out as I feel her eagerness for cummies increase. I can feel her smooching and shifting her lips to brush the base of my cock, adding an amazing texture to the experience. Maybe I should rent her mouth to another futanari.
God, now I’m getting hornier too. In a mad dash to hurry my orgasm, I quickly use my free hand to grope her left fat tit. My fingers instantly sink inside it, the pillowy flesh offering little resistance but still staying malleable and most importantly: gropable. It’s just amazing.
My fingers instinctively move to her nipples. While not as large as Dia’s, they are still respectable and perfect for sucking— and playing. I twirl them as I keep receiving my blowjob. Bri shifts and mutedly moans as she feels how I’m playing with her body. She loves it. She is made for this.
“I can’t believe your family wanted you to be more than a bimbo. You are, like, totally made for this. You are a walking sex doll, you know?”
I see my words having an instant effect. She rolls her eyes and continues to moan through my cock. Her legs are utterly wet with her juices, the scent rushing my need to cum even more. We both need this, and fast.
“I’m going to rent out your mouth and force you to suck cock through a gloryhole all day long. Bet that’s what you want, huh?” A bit of the futanari sadistic dominance starts to slip out. Not particularly bad, but I do enjoy treating my bimbos with a tad more care generally. Heard it leads to better relationships and sex, unless they have that ma-so-chis-tic kink or whatever. A lot of them do, but still, only like to get rough with them during sex.
Andrea can get fucked, though. She knows her place as a condom after all.
Bri continues to let out muffled moans, her lips pursing every time and brushing my cock in a delicious way. It feels so amazingly good. We both are so close.
I feel my balls churn even more, and the sperm within get even more restless than usual. I smile, knowing it’s a sign.
“Get ready, dear~” I whisper sultrily into Bri’s ear, leaning forward ever so slightly so I speak directly into her ear.
Bri’s eyes widen and glimmer with sheer excitement. She doesn’t relent on sucking me off, though. She keeps bobbing her head back and forth, a reflexive moment at this point.
Then, it happens.
Splurrrtttttt!
A thick, hyper virile load graces Bri’s body, prompting her to swallow eagerly despite the turgid cock within her. She devours it like a pro, like the bimbo slut she is. I can tell her body is already decomposing the cummies and sending all the nutrients to the right places.
“Goddd yesss!” I roar to myself as I feel the mind-boggling orgasm ripple through my body. You’d think futanari get used to, or even tired, from that sensation, but we are just utter sex addicts that we don’t care about it. An orgasm is the feeling that we all strive for.
I hold Bri’s head down as my orgasm continues, forcing her head to be stuck to my cock until every drop is into that body of hers. She continues to consume the cum and pleasure me, all the good signs of a good bimbo. I can see below how wet she is. There is a huge puddle on the floor, pooling all the desires and love this slut has for her mistress. She wiggles a bit, causing her plump cheeks to wobble and jiggle in an overly enticing manner. I maybe should’ve fucked those cheeks instead of her mouth, but no use crying over spilled cummies.
All that matters is that I finally got rid of my morning wood.
It takes a few minutes, but I am finally empty. During all that time, however, Bri didn’t relent or anything. She kept sucking me like a total hungry, needy champ. Now, she got her reward.
I pull back and finally let her breathe properly again. Her dazed, bimbo eyes keep looking at me, almost as if to beg for more, ignoring the fact I just spent the last three minutes dumping cum inside of her. Unfortunately for her, she has just ingested around 5 gallons of fresh spunk. Her bloated, cumflated belly is a testament to that, though she is still not aware of it yet, her bimbo mind still reeling from the multiple orgasms.
“Aaaaaand, what do we say after that?” I ask her, my gaze looming over her now that she has gotten her meal.
“Thanksyuu, mistress Gaia~” She happily moaned, her mouth still full of sticky punk, causing her to slur her words. It’s kinda cute.
I pet her blonde head in return. It’s not much, but that’s how it works. Hell, Bri technically shouldn’t be thanking me for my cummies, but as I said before, you want your bimbos to have good manners. All part of the submissive training.
Now with my morning wood finally dealt with, I can finally get started with my day. Then again, it technically started with the sex I just had, but you get the idea.
Oh! That reminds me to take some of the pills. Good thing I didn’t forget.
I reach out to my nightstand and pop a pill. The caramel flavor still surprises me, but I swallow it quickly. Done with that in just the blink of an eye.
And with that, I can start the day.
I get up to start getting ready, giving Bri one last pat as she tries to stand up.
“Oh, I’m so full of cummies, yayyy!” She beams as she realizes she is cumflated. Then she throws herself alongside Dia and Andrea to have even more fun. I hear their moans and squeals of happiness as I get ready for the day.
The rest of the day is a bit unremarkable, not like this morning was particularly out of the norm. I went to work, worked on some articles (sorry! Can’t disclose because of NDA!) and then returned back at night.
Granted, I did chat with some fellow futanari on the job, flirted with the secretary bimbo and invited her to my harem, though she mentioned already being in one. Not like it matters much, bimbos often are in multiple ones unless you already have them at home like I have Bri and Dia but you get the idea. Oh! I also got a nice breastmilk latte at the Glambucks during lunch to get my brain in turbo mode. All in all, a simple day.
I return home to a typical sight: Bri and Dia kissing while Andrea is happily watching, groping, and fingering herself. The moment I close the door they stop and instantly jump to welcome me.
“How was work, mistress? Did you get any new members for the harem?” Bri asks, excited. The shift in her eyes tells me she is also checking to see if she should be jealous.
“Sadly no. It’s just me and you gals. And Andrea, of course,” I answer her, taking off my shoes and throwing myself on the couch.
“Yaaay!” Andrea happily squeals, happy to be included. She hasn’t actually stopped groping herself.
“That’s right, little condom. Celebrate a little,” I extend my hand towards her to show interest. “I’m actually feeling like fucking you tonight. Need to unload everything again.”
Andrea doesn’t need to be told twice. She jumped on her two little feet and threw herself on my lap, sitting as if she was a little child talking to Santa Claus. “I’d love that, mistress!”
“B-But why her…?” Dia asks, rubbing her legs together. I didn’t fuck her today, so of course she is feeling needy enough to question my orders. In her lust she raises a hand to grope her engorged nipples, tempting me with the sight.
“Yeah, why her! We should be the ones draining you!” Bri joined in, emboldened by Dia’s question. She clearly is just doing this because she wants to hog me all to herself. In a way, I’m flattered.
But I’m the one that rules here.
“I’m asking Andrea because she is nothing but a pure cumdump condom I can easily fuck and fill without a worry in the world. I just went three hours without cumming and I had to see a condom in a uniform that barely covered her ass while riding the train here, and all I could think about was forcing Andrea to mimic her!” I raise my voice, not out of pure anger but more so in an authoritative manner to remind the bimbos of their place. The two shrink as I shout, their submissive nature taking over quickly. I see Dia’s groping speed up while Bri rubs her legs even more. Tiny Andrea nuzzles against my leg, almost as if taking protection under me. Little does she know I’ll be utterly breaking her later.
“Besides, it’s not like it really matters. You girls will end up getting fucked by my morning wood like this morning, so why even argue,” I shake my head almost as if to dismiss the topic entirely.
The two bimbos’ eyes lit up as they hear the suggestion. Their groping and rubbing speeds up even more, fueled by their lewd imaginations. They were already fantasizing about the next morning.
As for me, I simply grab Andrea by the hair and look down at her tiny little face.
“You and me. In my room, now.”
And just like that, I drag the little condom to the bedroom.
You can picture what happened later.
Day 2:
I wake up feeling a bit groggier than usual. Nothing particularly worrying, though, most likely an effect of me mating pressing the little condom last night.
As expected, Andrea is sleeping soundly next to me, her stomach bloated so much she looks like she is three months pregnant. Dried-up cum is smeared on her face, a sign of how wild things got last night.
“Aaaahh~ you did well, little condom,” I pet her sleeping head, as I yawn, pushing all the lethargy away from my body. This, in turn, makes me realize about the… larger matter at hand.
My morning wood is somehow even rougher than the day before. My cock throbs alongside my heartbeat, and my balls feel extremely swollen for some reason. Sure, I usually wake up slightly full down there, but never like this. It feels like trillions of sperm are pushing against my testes for freedom.
It may sound like I’m complaining or something like that, but it’s actually quite the opposite. All of this makes me even hornier than usual, making me need one of the bimbo bitches to drain me ASAP. God, just the thought alone is making me crave it even more.
“Bri! Dia!”
The two bimbos open the door, almost falling on themselves as they do so. They were clearly eagerly awaiting for me to call them, all because of what I said last night. Hell, they are even ready with makeup and outfits ready instead of pajamas or anything. Not that it mattered, they’ll end up naked when I’m done with them anyways.
“Y-Yes, mistress?” Dia stands up and brushes her clothing, all in a clumsy and silly effort to seem more casual. Also, calling what she is wearing ‘clothing’ is a bit of a stretch. She is simply wearing a striped pink and white bikini top that is around two sizes too small for her heaving udders. The only thing that the garment is covering are her areolae, even her nipples are slipping out very slightly. Alongside that ‘top’ are some denim booty shorts that made her look a hundred times more breedable. All in all, Dia clearly used the best of her clothing to impress me.
“D-Do you need us, mistress?” Bri sways side to side to appear more innocent than she truly is. Like Dia, she is wearing something extremely revealing, flaunting her curves in an effort to make me want to mate with her again. She is wearing a pink crop top a couple sizes too small for her, making it ride up thanks to her tits and giving me a good underboob. Like Dia, she is wearing a pair of booty shorts that (at least on her) look far more like a denim thong than anything else.
My cock lurches a thick load of pre, splattering at the wall with a loud thud. I don’t know how, but these bitches are even hotter than the morning before. Maybe because they put actual effort into dressing up and looking desirable rather than just walking around naked 24/7. Then again, that last one is amazing too, but there is something about dressing up to show off curves that is a bit more exciting, at least for me.
My cock throbs along with my heartbeat and my balls churn wildly from the sight. Maybe I did pick an amazing pair of bitches for my harem, good grief… I really need to fuck one of these bitches fast.
I hastily scan the two of them, trying to decide based on how good they look and the like, but something in my heart pulls me towards one.
“Dia, hurry over here!” I hastily bark, feeling the throbbing of my cock and balls increase.
“Yaaay! Thank you, mistress!” Dia immediately throws herself at me, her fat tits slapping against my own, which causes her to moan deliciously in my ear. I can’t help but leak out another load of pre onto the wall.
I see Bri pout ever so slightly by the door, her cheery demeanor souring over not getting cummies in the morning. Luckily for her, there is the next best thing.
“Bri, feel free to clean up the wall,” I order as Dia kisses all over my face zealously, not even trying to hide how much she wants me.
Bri’s smile returns and she instantly glues herself to the precum-stained wall, licking it and rubbing all over it in a desperate display of love. My cock lurches just another load, hitting her in the ass, making her squeal in sheer delight. A beautiful sight, but I have more important matters to attend to.
I turn my head towards Dia and share a passionate, lustful kiss with her. Our tongues dance and brush as our saliva mixes. Our lips also make contact and pillow against one another, adding a comfortable touch to the experience.
As I kiss Dia, I start to grope her fat, enormous tits. My fingers sink into her excess flesh, almost as if I was pressing on dough. Her nipples get even more erect, causing the straps of her bikini top to audibly strain.
“Let’s get that off of you, shall we?” I smile at her with a predatory glint as I pull back from our kiss.
Dia hastily nods, her lust rising. Her hands move towards her back and she starts to carefully undo her top, but I have no time for this nonsense (technically I do, but it sounds cooler and it is more intense if I say it that way). With a single hand I pull at her top, causing it to rip instantly. Not like it needed much help with how much Dia’s fat udders were stretching it.
“This body of yours should be illegal,” I utter as I stare at her huge breasts slap against her torso from the movement.
“They are all yours, mistress!” Dia squeals in happiness, twisting her body back and forth in a manner that makes them jostle and jiggle deliciously right in front of me.
“I know,” I coldly say, amping up the dominance as I reach out to one of her nipples. I pull it, forcing a moan and feeling the plump nipple twitch ever so slightly from the touch. As a response, my cock flexes once more under her lap. Gosh, these things are huge. She really won the genetic lottery, huh?
“P-Please, mistress…” Dia mutters, her face now marred by pure lustful desire. Her eyes have a fire and hunger behind them. Sure, bimbos are always thirsty whores, but I can tell she is more desperate than usual. She was begging for cock for an entire day after all.
I don’t answer. I simply return to kiss her as my left hand greedily gropes and plays with the teat. I pull and finger the nipple, eliciting more moans, which go straight into my mouth. Gosh, her tits feel amazing, like a massive stress-ball I can play and grope to my heart’s content. My right hand goes straight to her hip, pressing my hand on the smaller but still excessive amount of flesh around it. My hand slides down further and further until I am fully groping her ass, squeezing it and feeling it. It’s my property after all.
In response, Dia wraps her arms around my back, using them to steady herself and also hold me in a manner that screams “hold me, mistress!” She pushes her body against mine, actively showing how much she is into it, and to use her body more. This is even more evident by how she moans whenever she can into my mouth. Dia is absolutely horny. Her nipples grow erect, growing even more and sticking out in a wrist-thick glory.
I can no longer put it off.
“No more kissies. Step back and get on your knees,” I order callously. The niceness of my voice dissipating as I want to get what I need.
Dia obeys quickly. She clearly wants to please and knows the best way to do so is by listening to my demands, no matter how odd they sound. Though she probably already knows what it is. Despite this, I don't think she is smart for a second. She knows because she is a slut whose memory only recalls what brings pleasure. Then again, I suppose that could be considered a sort of intelligence in some way, but the important part is that Dia most likely knows what I need, just like how I know what she needs.
And so, Dia gets on her knees in the bed and thrusts her chest out, her gigantic mammaries sticking out amazingly. Her nipples vividly twitch, almost as much as my cock.
“M-My tits are all yours, mistress~” Dia’s voice stammers from all the hyperventilation she is experiencing, all a result of how horny she is.
“Good girl~”
“Kyaaaaa~” Dia moans in sheer delight, her body jiggling deliciously as her body ripples from the pleasure. Just those words alone are enough to get a bimbo cumming, but I need more at the moment. That said, seeing her orgasm like that from a few words is simply enthralling, making me even hornier.
I stand up, putting myself in front of her and casting a large shadow on the moaning, hyperventilating bimbo.
“Your nipples. Now,” I command, my gaze on her fat cow udders rather than her face.
Those words alone confirm Dia’s guess, her eyes glimmering once more with excitement.
She lifts her left teat, the massive flesh flattening as she holds it, while her fingers sink and stretch on some other sides.
In a similar manner, I lift my cock, struggling to hold it and maneuver it around.
In just a few seconds, my cock is staring down Dia’s fat, engorged nipple. Without waiting much, I thrust my hips.
My cock penetrates Dia’s nipple with extreme ease, as they are used to this experience and movements a bit too much.
“Yessshhh!” Dia moans as she feels my cock kiss her nipple. There is no greater display of love than this.
“I’m glad the tits I cultivated are still primed for some good ol’ nipple sex,” I tease, my gaze turning a bit venomous.
“Yeaaaa~” Dia continues to moan, her mind only thinking of pleasure and agreeing with her mistress. Nipple sex was, of course, Dia’s speciality and the only thing this bimbo excelled at. It’s like her nipples had grown to maximize this act between partners.
My cock feels just like it has penetrated a proper pussy. Hell, far as I know, Dia’s nipples are just an extra set of pussies in a way. I feel the pressure around my cock as I enter, but also the softness of Dia’s massive mammaries. They hug my cock and offer some resistance, hugging me tightly as if to not let go of me.
It’s nothing short of amazing.
The best part is that I can multitask like this.
I lunge my head towards Dia’s and engage in another sloppy, wet kiss with her as my hands hold her. I can’t help but go back to groping her, it’s like her body is primed to keep my hands busy, though that goes for every bimbo. Still, Dia’s body is even a standout in that aspect. The way her curves are made is just… sheeeeesh.
“I love your huge tits and body, Dia,” I part our kiss momentarily to whisper. While it is a lovely declaration, I say it with an assertive tone, hinting that those things I love are mine and mine alone, and that I’ll use them however I want. Might be a little harsh, but this is the stuff that gets bimbos all wet and happy.
“Yes, yes, yes! I’m all yours, mistress!” Told you. Just a few words and Dia is even more of a moaning, soaked mess. Her cunt is literally staining my sheets and bed. Not like it matters. I kinda like the scent, though it gets a bit overshadowed by the musk of my cock.
But that’s not important, honestly. Right now I’m fucking this bitch’s nipple, a silly musk should be inconsequential to me.
My thrusts continue, moving on their own in an effort to finally cum and get this bitch what she deserves. I can feel my balls churn even more, adding more weight to them. Gosh, I feel like they’re about to explode so I gotta cummmmm!
An animalistic need fills me, forcing me to thrust and grope even more intensely than before.
Dia’s kisses slow down, her breath hitching from moans. Still, I don’t separate my mouth. I need this to reach my climax.
My legs slow down a little, forcing stronger thrusts rather than quick ones, all in an effort to make each one feel more significant than the one before.
I feel a crescendo rise and thump in my heartbeat. It’s coming.
I press Dia’s fat, beachball-sized tits even harder, my fingers sinking into the flesh until only my palm is visible.
“Yesssssssshhhhh~” Dia moans directly into my mouth. My balls churn a fresh load just from hearing that.
Then, I cum.
Thick ropes shoot straight into Dia’s nipplepussy, filling it and then spilling out into the bed. Dia is too slow and dazed to catch it or do anything except scoop some of it and shove it down her throat.
My balls unleash everything into her within seconds, all the weight and all the fullness dissipate slowly. Everything is poured into her fat teat. I breathe steadily, the climax making it hitch and causing me to hyperventilate ever so slightly.
I don’t pull out instantly. I wait there, looking down at Dia as I cum. I do feel my legs tremble ever so slightly, but I stand, trying to look more dominant.
Dia continues to pant up and down, also hyperventilating from the orgasm. She is still scooping and savoring as much cummies as she can, her eyes glazing from the sheer excitement and aftermath of the climax she just reached.
“Good girl~” I pat her head one more time, giving her some positive reinforcement on being an absolute whore. The gesture makes her squeal ever so slightly between her cum ingestion, a good sign of obedience and need.
I finally pull out from her, taking a step back and enjoying— as paradoxical as it may sound— not having a morning wood anymore. The weight and constant throbbing are nice, but not in the excess of this morning. Guess I need to pump Andrea even fuller every night.
That reminds me to check on her. She still sound asleep, laying down bloated in the bed. Despite the constant moaning, grunting and heavy breathing she is still asleep. Guess that’s condoms for you.
I turn my eyes to the other side of the room and Bri is still cleaning up the wall and floor. Like Dia, she is scooping my cummies, only she is on all fours and doing it on the floor. Can’t really blame her, though. This is some premium stuff after all.
I stretch, preparing once again to start the day after some nice sex.
“So, what are we feeling for breakfast?”
Pardon the pause there. Nothing really noteworthy happened after that. I had some cereal and took my pill before heading out to work. There, I wrote a bit there and did some light research. Nothing particularly out of the ordinary.
I did, however, find May, one of the bimbos working as a secretary, particularly… enticing. I couldn’t help but stare at her any chance I got. I don’t know why or anything, but I couldn’t help but ogle her like the eye candy she is.
May is a redhead bimbo with a similar body type to Bri. That is to say, curvy, with fat tits and an even larger ass that steals everyone’s attention. Needless to say, I am one of those “victims” for lack of a better word. To make matters worse, May kept passing by her desk, adding more to the growing temptation I am experiencing.
My cock is very aware of this, hyper-focusing on that sight as I try to control myself. As you might be aware, futanari like me start going “feral” if we start feeling sexually frustrated. Granted, I shouldn’t be feeling like that since, y’know, I fucked Dia’s fat nipplepussy earlier today. My balls are productive, sure, but not enough to have me ready to fuck in just a few hours. Then again, we futa also engage in casual sex constantly, but I am in the minority that prefers to avoid that, as I prefer to burn all my lust on my harem.
Today, however, I don’t have much of a choice.
I hastily stand up and walk towards the end of the hall, where a small figure waits for me.
“Nina, get up,” I speak coldly and commandingly.
A tiny, petite, and cute face looks up to me.
It’s one of the many relief condoms around the office. The bitch is wearing a comically small business suit made to fit in her 4 and a half feet tall body. As if that wasn’t enough, the suit was even more of a mess since her curves were stretching it even more. I don’t recall Nina being so stacked, but her pumpkin-sized tits were certainly stretched that little shirt thin, making it totally worthless. She was cumflated to a large degree, but not the usual amount for an office condom. She only looks seven-months pregnant rather than the usual nine. Guess she must be digesting the cum faster. That or she is extremely new on the job.
“Me~? Silly hung lady, Nina got, like, super preggies, so I got her job!” The tiny condom struggles to look up to me, my large breasts getting in the way of her vision. “I am Pre—”
“Yeah, I’ll learn your name later,” I bark, my balls churning even more and causing me to need to cum ASAP. I grab the girl by the hand and pull her away. And yeah, what I said was just a complete lie.
“Ooooh~ I love when hung ladies get all bossy and mean!” the tiny condom squealed in sheer delight. I wasn’t even looking at her and I knew she was already wet and dripping between her legs.
I don’t bother with a response. All my focus is on getting to the restroom. Well, that and all the fantasies I’m getting of bending this bitch over and the like. Hey, don’t blame me! I’m pent up and I see a stacked condom up grabs, you’ll probably do the same.
“The restroom? Most hung ladies just rape me right in the hallways without asking qu-es-ti-ons,” she struggles pronouncing the last word, which makes my cock throb and lurch forward instantly. I can feel the seams of my pants loosen just from that.
I don’t answer her. She doesn’t really need a response, nor will she remember after this. But to be honest, I just like the privacy. The knowledge that at least for this moment, that little condom is mine and mine alone. Most futanari just like showing off and just dominate prey in the open to satisfy their urges but also show off, but I guess I’m a bit more romantic. Or at least as romantic as you can get when you need to shove your cock into someone else’s ass.
I kick open the stall door and push the little condom into it before entering and closing the door behind me.
“Wow, so forceful! I am surprised you still didn’t rape me in the hallway!” The shortstack continues to babble on, her voice is sweet yet seductive, but also incredibly grating at the moment.
“You talk too much,” I scowl, grabbing her by the head and shoving her deep into my scrotum. My balls are so large that they nearly cover her entire face as I smother her against me. My cock stiffens even more, starting to stand away from my leg and stretching my pants even more.
The pheromones and musk work instantly. The chatty condom is reduced to a sniffing shortstack, viciously pressing her face against my churning balls in sheer lustful desire. “Shoooo goood! You smell, like, super de-li-ci-ous or whatever, hung lady!” She excitedly shouts without pulling away or anything.
I smile. Mission accomplished.
My pull lightens, letting her enjoy the musk on her own. All she needed was a small push to shut up and start doing her job. Condoms are so submissive and easy to manipulate. Perhaps the best thing about them.
Small moans start to fill the stall, as well as long whiffs meant to absorb my scent and mark it in her tiny, half-working brain. More mindless praise follows, nothing Andrea or Nina hasn’t said before to me.
As a result of all this, my cock continues to get more desperate, lengthening and growing. I can hear the seams of my pants slowly ripping amidst all the sounds filling the stall.
While it is not my style, I let it rip. I am enjoying this little condom sniffing me out and don’t want to push her again, not even for a single second. Let her enjoy my fumes so she becomes addicted and perfect for me to use later on, even if I don’t rape her out in the open.
Rippppppp!
Just a second later, my pants utterly give out. My cock, almost as thick and beefy as my leg stretches out wildly, tearing my pants apart and making a hole on right by the thigh so it can come out and play with the little condom. It flexes and twitches now that it is free, almost as if to show off to the tiny cumdump.
It’s odd.
I don’t recall my cock being so strong and potent it just tears through my clothes, nor making such a fuss at work. At most I have used Nina like, five to eight times? That is just rookie numbers in the office, by the way. So me suddenly needing to use the relief condom out of the blue is pretty surprising.
Then again, I’m probably reading too much into things.
It’s been a crazy couple days with this log thingy and it probably is stressing me out and making me hornier than usual. Besides, I’m having a lot of fun with all the sex and the like, soooo, who cares, right?
“Oh my gosh, hung lady! You must be, like, the hung-iest lady on this floor,” the condom loudly swallows some saliva as she speaks, her attention finally shifting to something besides my huge, churning balls. I can’t see her because my tits get in the way, but I can tell her eyes are glowing as if she just found treasure.
That statement brought me some sort of pride. Granted, most futanari aim to grow and become alphas, but that’s just, like, one in a fifty-thousand chance of actually happening. Alphas are mostly the result of high-end breeding and genetics, so it’s not achievable by anyone. Still, lesser futanari also like the pride and bragging rights of being the “strongest” among their peers. Given my average size, I never really thought about it, but…
It feels nice.
I hastily push the nameless condom so she nuzzles against my cock, feeling her soft cheeks rub against the thick, hot meat. The thick veins cording through it making her face bump at times, adding to the fun.
Instead of crying or begging for me to stop, the tiny girl does what all good condoms do: squeal in sheer happiness. She even starts to move her head automatically, rubbing her cheeks without my assistance. She licks it, which makes my veins pop and throb even harder than before. It’s all just amazing.
Slowly, I let go of her hair and let her do the movements on her own, like the good bitch she is.
“Gaia.”
The condom doesn’t stop, but I feel her slow down from the confusion. “Hmmm, what’s that, hung-iest lady?”
“That’s my name, you little condom,” I answer, reaching down to pet her pretty little red hair. “I want you to know it so you scream it as I fuck you.”
I feel her face shudder and even more saliva lapping on my cock.
She clearly enjoyed it.
I push the tiny girl, separating her from my cock, much to both of our displeasures. It was a momentary necessity, however.
I pull her by the hair, lifting her ever so slightly. She lets out a couple of masochistic whines, but doesn’t fight back. What’s about to happen should be obvious, even for a condom. I grab her torso with my other hand for a bit more support, noticing how soft her cumflated tummy is. No wonder she became a relief condom. She was literally bred for this it seems. In any case, I should focus on the task at hand.
I align the condom exactly to where my cock is, ready to wear her as if she was truly the object her kind was named after. In a swift motion, I insert her deep into my cock.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh~”
She lets out a guttural moan that would make condoms, bimbos and even futanari jealous. Just hearing it gives me goosebumps from how good it sounded.
Like all good condoms, she stretches all over my cock to fit deep within it. Despite being full of cummies, her body is flexible and malleable enough to fit my bloated shaft.
I can feel her vagina tighten around me, almost as if begging me to not go away until she is even fuller of cummies. I am, of course, happy to oblige. I thrust and impale her even more, causing the condom to moan like the total bitch in heat she is.
“Shoooo gooood, huuung-ieeeeest laaaadyyyyy!” She screams in sheer delight, her eyes rolling back as she twists and moves her hips around, hoping to squeeze and fit more of my cock inside her.
God, this bitch is amazing. I need to make her and Andrea hang out so she picks up her tricks. Or even better, bring her back home so she becomes my own little condom. Yeah, that’s definitely better.
I continue to thrust, moving my hips back and forth in a calm but intense nature, showing my strong lust while also not appearing overly desperate about it. Condoms love this. Their little brains interpret this as yet another dominant move, though I suppose a condom would also interpret quick thrusts as a dominant technique. Their little brains are just like that.
My thrusts slow down as I feel my heartbeat increase from the excitement and need. The condom’s hungry cunt is squeezing me, begging me to continue while also hugging me tightly to add a bit of texture and enjoyment for me too.
“I told you my name, bitch. Say it!” I roar at her, upping the sadism and dominance so she orgasms yet again.
“Yaaaayy! Lady Gaia is fucking me sillyyyyyyyy!”
Much better.
Just listening to her moan like that hastens my climax. Without any warning or anything, I just cum gallons entirely inside her.
“Yesssshhhhhhhhhhhh!”
I give some slow, final thrust as my cock continues to erupt, all to ensure she gets even more cumflated and recalls my cock for all eternity. Thick splurting noises fill the stall as I continue to fill her up.
Within a couple seconds, she looks entirely pregnant with octuplets and ready to give birth— Just the perfect size for a condom to be.
I breathe heavily, recovering from the hurried orgasm. I don’t know why it happened so quickly and why the nameless condom is far more cumflated than how Andrea ends up after a night with me. I think that’s just because she was a bit cumflated to begin with, while the other can be explained by just it being the first time we have sex together. Her cunt was squeezing me pretty nicely after all. My cock must have just overreacted.
Yeah, that’s what it was.
“Thank… you so… mush lady Gaia…” the petite, cumflated cumdump mutters, her body still quaking from orgasmic aftershocks.
I smile at her. Not a warm, grateful smile, however. No. I give her a predatory “see you tomorrow” smile. I could get used to that hole after all.
The rest of the day continues without anything particular of note. I go back to work when my shift ends and I just go home. Thankfully no busty bitch tempts me on the ride home, though I suppose that’s because I fucked… uh, forgot to ask the condom her name. Well, I’ll ask her tomorrow.
As soon as I arrive home, the two bimbos greet me, throwing their soft curves at me in an effort to get me to fuck them. While significantly less pent up than yesterday, my balls grumble upon hearing them, churning up fresh spunk just for them.
I, however, already have my routine with my own special little condom. Besides, I am curious about seeing how she stacks up to the relief one at the office.
“Sorry gals, but I’ll be doing Andrea tonight,” I slightly push them away.
“No fair!”
“Yeah, we want cummies too!”
The two whores complained, childishly puffing their cheeks and stomping on the floor, sending their assets jiggling.
“Hey, I’m the leader of this harem, and I feel like fucking little Andrea tonight, ok? Besides, I was thinking of fucking the two of you tomorrow morning…”
The two bimbos don’t even let me finish. They jump, causing even more jiggling around the house. Squeals and sheer happiness accompany the sound of their tits slapping against their chests. AKA: the usual.
I reach out for Andrea, who was sprawled on one of the couches, doodling cocks with a crayon up until she heard her name.
I’m sure glad condoms digest cum so fast. Just this morning she was a bloated mess like that office relief bitch and now she is thin and cute again, ready for another filling, which I’m more than ready to provide.
“C’mon, let’s give you cummies,” I extend my hand as Bri and Dia continue to moan and celebrate behind us.
“Yaaay!” She pats her tummy in her own celebration.
I enter my room and throw the condom at the bed, ready to give her a taste of what that other whore experienced.
So yeah, pretty good day in fact.
To be continued…