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The light from the computer screen was burning at LJ’s retinas, despite being set to the lowest possible emission. Half lidded eyes refused to look away, however. The gif repeated itself through every ten seconds. The turgid, red cock, spiked and leaking precum, emerging from behind the well endowed futanari’s teeth. As it did so the girl found her own release, spilling a massive pool of seed from a cock longer than her own body. A second later the beast’s cock that had run through he would ejaculate as well, mixing on the floor.
Fuck LJ thought to herself as her vibrator continued to rape her clit I wish this kinda shit was real
Her hands were cramping and slick, she’d lost track of how many orgasms she had achieved that night. Her juices had begun to pool in the leather seat of her chair, wetting her pale thighs and ass. She had started when the sun was still up, now she was in danger of not stopping until it had risen again.
Goddamn She swore in her mind, not wanting to awaken her sleeping mother, only one room over. Her pale fingers gripped hard into the pleather of her computer chair. Haggard breathing was the only noise filling the air, as the sound from the looping video (the futa grunting and groaning and some stock noises for the ejaculate.) was being funneled directly in LJ’s ears at full blast from her wireless headphones.
A cramp in her hand begged her to stop. The subtle sounds fo the vibrator, being choked up against her downright drenched vagina. LJ let off a shuddered sigh as the vibrator was silenced. She pulled her headphones down from her ears, leaning back in the chair.
“Goddamn,” She whispered to herself, “Just a quick break. Gotta find something new to look at anyways…”
Her voice trailed off, readjusting her posture (and leaving her vibrator nestled between her lips) to begin a new search. One set of fingers was wetter then the others as she took to the internet once again. She never bothered to go incognito - porn was pretty much the only reason she even used her computer in her room anymore.
“Let’s see…something real?” She asked herself aloud, scoffing at the thought. “Maybe Futanaria…Freaks of Cock? Or maybe some Madz or Molly…God, even the niché stuff just feels so…tame. God what happened to me?”
Ten minutes of fruitless searching finally brought LJ away from anything lewd featuring a real person. Before long, LJ was hunched forward, clicking away like a mindless zombie, her head resting on one palm. Her eyes were drying out behind her retro round framed glasses. A hand moved to brush her ginger hair out of her face, most of it being tied up in a ponytail. Her thighs, of reasonable thicnkess, were completely exposed as she was completely bottomless. Her top half however, and her reasonable sized C cup chest, was covered by a large grey sweatshirt dedicated to her college, Colorado State University.
Her eyes jumped up to the corner of her monitor, checking the time. Three twenty-seven in the morning.
“Welp…at least I set a new record,” She yawned out. Her back cracked as she rose from her seated position.
“Fuck,” She hissed, her legs stiff from disuse. Despite nearly two years of essential celibacy, LJ still limped towards her bed like a freshly railed girlfriend.
It was only a few steps of agony before LJ was laying down in her bed. The thick comforters of a beautiful pale lavender came up over her half naked body. She let out another yawn as she readjusted, her right leg stretching out and coming into contact with one her dildos.
“Mmm,” She groaned, debating whether to leave it, start masturbating again, or remove it from her bed. After a few minutes of internal debate, she passed to sleep before making a final decision, falling asleep with her fifteen inch horse dildo in her hand.
Her alarm didn’t wake her up the next morning. What did was a phone call around two in the afternoon. LJ didn’t have enough cognition to check who was calling before answering.
“Hello…” Her voice showing signs of sleepiness.
“LJ? Did I wake you?” The voice of Evelyn, her best friend on the other end of the line.
“No…I’ve been up since the sun rose,” LJ lied, sitting up in bed. “What’s up?”
“What’s up?” Eveleny asked in a rather confused tone. “I’m at Santiago’s…where are you?”
“Oh shit,” LJ whispered to her self at the sudden realization. “Okay yeah…I just woke up. Give me like….forty minutes.”
Evelyn let out a sigh. “You really haven’t changed have you?”
“Missed you too.”
“Alright, I’ll wait for you then, and let you start getting ready. Love you, bye.”
“Love you, bye.”
LJ buried her head into her pillow in frustration.
Fuck…I can’t even masturbate before I go out. Or can I?
Thirty-five minutes later the bell indicating entrance into Santiago’s rang as LJ was in the door. She had on a sleeveless plaid button up over an oversized grey t-shirt. For pants she hand on on a loose fitting pair of cargo pants. All this tied together with brown boots.
She searched back and forth a moment before spotting her friend Evelyn. Her jaw dropped at the sight.
Evelyn’s dark black skin seemed to be the only thing on her that hadn’t changed. Her hair was curly and styled in a large afro. Her ears, nose, and eyebrows were decorated with piercings. Her eyes were accented by a metallic pink, heavily shaded underneath the eye. On her neck was a black choker with a metallic silver heart shaped lock.
She was wearing a black t-shirt with a skeletal cat under moonlight on the front. Fishnets ran down her arms to her hands. A large leather belt adorned her thin waist with another silver belt buckle. Finally, her legs were covered in a surprisingly plain black skirt. With chunky combat boots on her feet. But what caught LJ’s eyes the most was how different her body looked.
Her chest had swelled dramatically from the B-Cup she had been in high school to well over an S-Cup. Her hips-to-waist ratio was almost impossible to comprehend, only complimenting just how impressively larger her ass and thighs had become.
LJ moved over to her friend in a stunned silence.
“There she is!” Evelyn cheered at the sight of her old friend.
“Holy shit….Evelyn?” Was all LJ could muster as she sat down across from Evelyn.
“In the flesh,” She replied.
“Yeah, and a shit ton of it…did you…get…”
“Work done? No, this is all natural,” Evelyn replied with a smirk.
“California did a number on you,” LJ commented, still in shock at the sight before her, “You look like a fucken’ Jay Marvel character.”
“Thank you, and I’m so happy for my look,” Evelyn replied with a glowing smile.
“You look amazing! God, I’m kinda jealous,” LJ said, biting her lower lip.
“Down girl, we’re in public,” Evelyn chuckled. “Though I know you’re into that.”
LJ met Evelyn’s accusation with a half-hearted chuckle. “I was…”
A curious eyebrow lifted on Evelyn’s face. “What do you mean? DIdn’t go as well as you planned?”
LJ shifted in her seat, pulling her arms closer to herself. “I actually never got around to it…After P and I broke up I haven’t seen anyone else.”
“Not even a hook up?” Evelyn asked, leaning forward, “A cuddle buddy?”
LJ’s head shook before sinking into her arms a bit.
“I’m…surprised,” Evelyn’s voice was cautious, picking each word carefully, “You always seemed so…ready for it? You used to get called to the principal’s office for reading hentai and watching porn in class like…all the time. Every guy in school thought you’d be the easiest lay. What happened?”
It took the ginger girl a moment to gather her thoughts before speaking. “It just…didn’t feel like I thought it should…or would? I don’t know. He only made me cum once. Once! I can make myself cum five times in the time it took him.”
“I mean…you were seventeen, no one starts out an expert in the field.”
“It’s not just that...” LJ’s voice trailed off a bit. “He was hung. I always suspected I was a size queen. I didn’t just settle for him, I meticulously worked to discover the size of every boy in our grade.”
Evelyn’s eyes went as wide as dinner plates. “LJ that’s…kinda fucked up.”
“I worked for months. P was the most well endowed man in our grade. Nine inches!” LJ exclaimed in a hushed tone, attempting to not get the attention of others nearby. “And that just…didn’t do it for me. I think, ironically, I might just be asexual. A really perverted asexual.”
With those final words, a silence hung at the table between the two friends. LJ’s eyes were fixated on the world outside whilst Evelyn’s were on her friend.
Before either could speak, their waitress appeared. LJ suspected she had been waiting for their rather lewd conversation to calm down before approaching.
“Hi there, LJ,” greeted Trisha, their waitress. Dressed in pink bowling shirt and black skin tight pants, the thirty year old waitress wore a genuine smile.
“Hi, Trish,” LJ greeted her, “I’ll take the usual.”
“Alright, I get that ready. Oh, and Evelyn, welcome home. What can I get for ya? How was Stanford?”
“Oh, it was…good,” Evelyn’s words were cagey as the bombastic girl shrunk back a bit. She looked to the menu, attempting to not seem bothered by Trisha’s words. “Can I get the rueben on pumpernickel?”
“Glad to hear, I’ll be right back with your meals,” Trisha said, moving to back away. “Oh, and Evie - if you haven’t yet you should swing by The Market and say hi to Michelle, I know she’ll wanna say hey to her old employee.”
Evelyn nodded with a forced smile, “I’ll consider it.”
LJ’s gaze was focused entirely on her best friend as their waitress moved away. Evelyn caught her friend’s look, choosing instead to stare at their menu. LJ let it all linger for a moment before removing her arm from the crossed bundle it was, pointing at her friend.
“You…aren’t at Stanford anymore, are you?” LJ’s tone was neutral.
Evelyn gave her a glance, frowning a bit. “No…I dropped out my second semester.”
“Why?” LJ’s brow furrowed, “You were all hyped to become some hotshot mathematician at NASA or whatever. Not to mention it’s impossible to get in!”
Evelyn glanced around the restaurant, despite their rather loud conversation prior she seemed a bit embarrassed by her coming revelation. Evelyn leaned close to LJ across the table, her impressive bust squeezing into the table.
“I started a LoyalFans and I am making so much money,” Evelyn whispered.
LJ seemed rather unimpressed, offering little visual reaction, “Well, what’s your page? I need some good real stuff to get off to. And if you’re built like that then I think that’s what I need in my life.”
Evelyn gave her an evil smirk, “Oh you’ll love it. I fuck dudes with cocks measured in feet, not inches, on it.”
A shudder ran down LJ’s spine, her mouth watered and the lower lip dropped open a bit. At first she wanted to call her friend a liar, but she could see in Evelyn’s eyes. Her words were genuine.
“Well…guess I need to move to California to finally get what I want,” LJ finally chuckled, looking out the window again.
“LJ, listen. I know you have some rather….interesting fantasies. And I know one more thing. You aren’t asexual. You just need to find the right partner. And I’m gonna help you,” Evelyn’s words were hinting towards a rather seductive nature.
LJ’s eyes returned to her friend. “What?”
“What you said about P. He was the most hung dude in our grade. But not at our school. You remember Hoover?”
“Winnipeg’s little brother?”
“Yeah…I know for a fact he’s packing nearly two feet of pussy busting cock. I know because he found my page and messaged me not too long back. I did a cock rating contest with some of my subscribers. He won…by a lot.”
LJ could feel the arousal beginning to rise in her cargo pants.
“It’s not just cock size I want, Ev,” LJ replied, “I want…I want unreal, crazy hyper sex. I want a cock big enough to shish-kebab me. I want a guy who can cum so much I look pregnant when he’s done. I want to have tits so big I can’t fit through a doorway. I want a waist so small dudes wonder where my organs are. I want an ass so fat it’s most of my body weight.”
“Well, just look at me. I told you, this is all natural. It started after I went to a party and hooked up with this futa-“
“Stop,” LJ threw her hand up, “Futa’s aren’t real. Trust me, if they were, they would have been my pick over anyone else to take my virginity.”
Evelyn reached forward, taking LJ’s hand. “Futas are real girl. I’ve fucked seven. Smallest one was fourteen inches.”
LJ’s lower lip, curled up, biting hard.
“We need to go to California.”
“Oh contraire, sister,” Evelyn replied, “We can find everything we need here. I came home ‘cus rent is just to stupidly high on the West Coast. Even with all the dough my page makes me. But, now I think the reason I came back was to help you.”
LJ smirked back at her. “Okay, Ev…but be warned. I’ve got some real out there fantasies.”
“We all do, LJ,” Evelyn replied, biting her lower lip, “And I know who can help.”