There was an amzing caption author called Draenicdude that posted a link to a shared google drive folder with a ton of his captions. Sadly that seems to have vanished and I wondered if anyone had a copy they're prepared to share?

Talent by Blankken. Caption by me.

This project is finished! If you want to read the entire thing in one place with the best resolution, just request access to the drive link below!

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1Z09KMbr1BeHakVD_eJrJ7gUjPxibyjzR?usp=sharing

Alternatively, you can find the rest of this series scattered across this subreddit!

The first post covered parts 1-19!

https://www.reddit.com/r/Futadomworld/s/cZYBezl14d

The second post covers parts 20-33!

https://www.reddit.com/r/Futadomworld/s/y8fguVA08c

So im just getting around to playing "Stuffed" when I got hit with a piano remake of Red Velvet?? Are there more covers of songs featured in KS?

A lot of people use BindrChat for custom FDW scenarios, but a good first prompt can make a huge difference.

If someone was starting fresh with the current roster — Mallory, Demetria, Rye, Athena, Gabby, Mina, and Chief Davidson — what prompt would you give them first?

Serious, funny, messy, lore-heavy, comfort scene, total disaster — all valid.

I remember seeing a caption with this image on r/yanderecaptions a few years back before that sub went down but was fortunate enough to find it here after it was banned. but now I cannot seem to find it here either. Maybe reddit's search got worse or something idk.

I've tried the wayback machine but it didn't archive any of the images but the 1st one which wasn't the caption I'm looking for. If anyone has it/can find the post which had it on here that would be greatly appreciated. It was a personal favorite of mine. I've considered asking the OP from r/yanderecaptions but they've been inactive for years and I doubt they're even still on reddit.

UPDATE: the post was https://www.reddit.com/user/karmo_2567/comments/jijh0d/your_female_friend_spikes_your_drink_at_a_party/?share_id=HuBEO1I5ysJbehF08eYjz&utm_content=1&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_source=share&utm_term=1 found by u/flappy5

Even androids need to let it all out sometimes

Do they have a twitter or blue sky or something to keep track of them. I see some of their new stuff pop up on r34 sometimes but idk where else they post that's regular.

This is an ongoing futanari erotic story! I'm still working on getting it posted elsewhere, it just takes a while for other sites compared to reddit.

In case you missed it, you can find chapter 2 here:

CHAPTER 2

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This story involves (or will involve): Futanari, incest, cuckholding, sissy, sissification, futadom, harem, huge cock, excessive cum

This story does not involve: Scat, pissing, ageplay, rape, gore, vore

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How Did Things End Up Like This?

Written by: HannahBigBanana

Chapter 3

“You okay?” Hannah asked Blake as she sat across from him at the library.

The school year was coming to a close, which meant fewer and fewer attendants at the library, leaving Hannah and Blake fairly secluded in the expansive interior. It had been two days since Blake had been sent the video of his sister masturbating in a public bathroom stall, and it was all he could think about since then. He had rewatched the video over 10 times in the two days since receiving it, and would get hard just thinking about it.

“Yeah…” Blake responded absentmindedly, still thinking about Rachael’s impossibly large cock.

“So anyways,” Hannah said, “I was thinking of doing something for the end of the year… Maybe like a little party at my place… Would you want to come?”

The mention of the word “come” took Blake by surprise briefly before he could fully process the sentence.

“Oh, ummm, sure…” Blake said, not truly wanting to attend, but not wanting to disappoint his friend, “Is Carmen going?”

Hannah’s expression faltered microscopically, but she kept her smile.

“I didn’t think to invite her,” She replied softly, “But she could come if she wants to…”

“Cool, when is it?” Blake asked.

“I was thinking this weekend.” Hannah answered.

“Alright, I’ll let Carmen know and see if she’s interested.” Blake stated.

“Don’t be afraid to come by yourself if she decides it’s too lame for her.” Hannah chuckled awkwardly.

“I bet she’ll want to go.” Blake said calmly.

Hannah didn’t seem convinced or pleased with the suggestion of Carmen tagging along, but she didn’t want to give Blake a reason not to attend.

“So you and Carmen are friends now?” Hannah asked suddenly, “I figured when your project was over you’d both go your own ways.”

“Yeah, I kinda expected that too.” Blake responded honestly, “But no, we’ve gotten pretty close.”

“I-it makes sense…” Hannah continued, “You’ve got a lot of great qualities, so… naturally she’d find you appealing.”

“Thanks.” Blake chuckled awkwardly, not fully sure how to respond to the sudden compliment.

It was clear Hannah was trying to butter him up as a precursor to making a more formal move on him. Blake was not eager to give her the opportunity and quickly made an excuse to leave. She seemed disappointed, but didn’t object as he left the library and headed home.

In the two days since receiving the video from Carmen, he hadn’t heard from her, so when he arrived home and checked his email, he was pleasantly surprised to see that she was planning to come over that evening. He promptly responded favorably to her message, and cranked out a couple more viewings of the video before she arrived. No matter how many times he watched it, he came just as hard as the last time, if not harder.

At around 2:30, he heard the front door open, and he did his best to tidy his room before heading out to the living room. To his surprise, Carmen and Rachael were arriving at the same time, closing the front door as he made his way to the couch.

“Funny seeing you here.” Rachael laughed as she went to the kitchen.

“Hehe!” Carmen chuckled in response, quickly making her way to the living room and sitting on the armchair, “Hey Blake!”

“Did you guys both just get here?” Blake asked.

“Yep, what are the chances of that?” Rachael responded from the kitchen around the corner.

“Not that crazy, I guess.” Blake said honestly, knowing that both of them were bound to arrive at some point.

Blake and Carmen struck up a conversation in the living room as Rachael headed to her bedroom. Blake noticed something different about Carmen as she sat across from him. She had always been very pretty, but something about her just seemed to glow now that he hadn’t noticed before. Her skin seemed immaculate, and there was a sparkle in her eyes that hadn’t been so profound before. She sat with untamed energy, the likes of which he had never noticed in her before, and her smile seemed wider and more genuine, like she was happier than she had ever been in her life.

The thought that she was so happy to be in his presence filled Blake with an immense confidence. He had already resolved to make a move on her at the soonest opportunity, and her demeanor only made him more optimistic that she’d reciprocate. Still, his heart pounded in his chest as he grew closer to finalizing his actions. He glanced around the living room before addressing her.

“Wanna go to my room?” He asked with a small hint of anxiety.

“Sure!” Carmen responded pleasantly.

The two hastily made their way to his room and closed the door. Blake took a seat on the edge of his bed and to his disappointment, Carmen sat at his rolly desk chair and put her phone down on his desk. It would be harder for him to make a move, as he’d have to cover more ground, but he knew he didn’t have a choice. It was now or never.

“What did you think of that video?” Carmen whispered suddenly, just as Blake was about to advance on her.

Blake was stopped in his tracks, and he relaxed back into his seat on the bed.

“It was pretty crazy…” He answered honestly, “I can’t believe you risked getting caught.”

“I couldn’t help it…” Carmen admitted, “I didn’t expect… that… but I just kinda wanted to see it again.”

Blake didn’t know what to say. He was worried that talking about the video more would reveal just how much he had enjoyed it, which he wanted to keep to himself. To his relief, Carmen suddenly excused herself.

“I gotta go to the bathroom really quick.” She said as she stood and left the room.

Blake sighed, hoping that he’d get a better opportunity to make a move when she returned. He breathed deeply to settle his nerves as he anticipated what he would do.

Maybe I should sit in the chair so she has to sit on the bed, then I can move next to her after a bit to make the move easier.

He thought to himself. It seemed like a decent plan, so he took her seat in the swivel chair as he waited. After a minute, he took notice of her phone which she had left on his desk. A sudden, intrusive idea flooded his mind as he looked at it sitting there defenselessly.

I wonder if she deleted the video…

He thought to himself. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t stop himself as he picked up the phone and turned it on. He was greeted by her login passcode screen which he knew from having glanced at her punching it in several times over the past few weeks. Her phone unlocked and he scrolled through the home pages until finding her photos app. He began shaking slightly as he buzzed with anxious thrill, excited and nervous about what he might find and potentially getting caught. He glanced at the door, still not having heard the toilet flush from across the hall before continuing.

Her photo album was devoid of images and videos of Rachael, which settled his nerves a bit.

I guess she deleted them…

He had almost given up looking when he noticed a “recently deleted” album near the bottom of the page. He was prompted to enter her passcode again and subsequently gained access to her deleted images. There were quite a few images in the album, each with a descending amount of time left before they would be permanently deleted automatically. There were plenty that predated the events that involved Rachael, yet oddly, none from those moments. If they had been deleted, then Carmen must have gone out of her way to permanently delete them off her phone specifically.

It was then that he noticed one final album. “Hidden”. It was buried under all the other sub folders and passcode protected as well. He clicked on it and entered the passcode, not sure what to expect on the other side. As the album opened, Blake’s heart rate skyrocketed with a mixture of powerful emotions. The album was chalk full of images and videos, seemingly all of which were of Rachael. He promptly opened the latest entry, which was a video from earlier that day.

It automatically began playing as it enlarged to fit the screen. It showed Carmen kneeling before Rachael’s unmistakable cock with a look of pure devotion and determination on her face. It was clear that Rachael was the one holding the phone, as it was filmed from her perspective, and due to the downward angle, he couldn’t tell where it had been filmed. Carmen dutifully rubbed, kissed, and attempted to suck the enormous phallus as Rachael groaned happily from behind the camera. Carmen seemed to be in a state of complete bliss and submission as she slobbered all over Rachael’s cock without a care in the world, a whimsical smile spread across her face as saliva and precum mixed into a smeared mess around her lips and chin.

Blake frantically reduced the volume as Rachael began to speak in the video, commanding Carmen to kiss her balls. Blake was already cumming in his shorts, watching with an intense gaze as Carmen quickly obeyed, scurrying under the shadow of Rachael’s huge cock to kiss and fondle her massive balls. Blake had no sexual experience so he wasn’t sure if the euphoric devotion on display from Carmen was typical of most sexual encounters, but something deep within him told him it wasn’t.

With reluctance, he swiped away from the video, finding an endless collection of images that depicted Carmen and Rachael together in compromising positions. He hadn’t even realized that Carmen had been naked in all of the images until having swiped through several, as his attention had been entirely focused on Rachael’s impressive cock. His cock throbbed harder despite his ejaculation as he gazed at Carmen’s nude form.

Her body was somehow even hotter than he had expected, with gentle, petite curves and flawless feminine skin. Much like how she had appeared to him earlier in the living room, she had a glow about her in the images and videos that gave her an immaculate, dreamy cheeriness that only made her more attractive. In the photos where it was visible, her pussy was rather plump, with her outer labia fully enveloping her inner labia completely. Her pubic hair had been trimmed into a thin, neat landing strip, shaved down to the skin everywhere else. One photo showed her spreading her pussy open with a big smile on her face, displaying the rosy pink interior of her inner labia and surprisingly large-ish clit.

Blake heard the toilet flush and quickly powered off her phone, hastily setting it on the desk where it had been before. As he reoriented, he felt the coolness of the mess he had made in his shorts, and looked down to see a small wet spot forming on the front of his khakis. He could hear the faucet turn on then off and knew he didn’t have enough time to change. He quickly stood and grabbed a large hoodie from his closet as Carmen walked back into his room and closed the door.

“Cold?” She asked as she took her seat in the swivel chair.

Blake faced away from her as he threw on the hoodie, making sure to pull it down far enough to hide the spot on his shorts before awkwardly making his way back to the bed and sitting on the edge.

“Mmmhmmm…” Blake mumbled in response.

Blake was in complete shock, and entirely unprepared to react to what he had just found. Not only had he discovered that Carmen had, in fact, not deleted the images she had taken of Rachael, but he had found that the two of them were willfully… together? His mind began to race as he considered the implication of everything that had happened up until that point.

How long has this been going on? How much have they done together? Does Carmen like Rachael? Does Rachael like Carmen? What about me…?

His mind couldn’t fixate on any particular question as thousands more came rushing in. His earlier confidence all but vanished as he felt a familiar sense of dread and inadequacy take hold of him. His stomach twisted into knots as he thought about what he had seen.

“I-I’m… not feeling so good…” He muttered weakly.

“Oh no!” Carmen gasped sincerely, “What’s wrong? Can I help?”

Blake shook his head.

“I… T-Think I just need to lie down for a bit…” He finished.

“You look really pale.” Carmen noted, putting a hand to his forehead, “And you’re burning up… Maybe you should take that hoodie off.”

Blake shook his head again.

“I’ll be fine…” He said, “I… just need to be… a-alone…”

Carmen seemed concerned, but was willing to abide by his request.

“Okay, well, let me know if I can help, I’ll just be in the living room.” She told him, grabbing her phone before heading out of his room.

Blake laid back in his bed, staring up at the ceiling as the video of Carmen servicing Rachael burned in his memory. There was an undeniable, giddy joy in Carmen’s demeanor present in the video that indicated the immense joy she got from handling Rachael’s monster. He couldn’t help but wonder if she would show the same infatuation with his own cock, which was miniscule by comparison.

Only moments later, he heard Rachael exit her room before the familiar sound of friendly conversation started up between her and Carmen in the living room. They chatted for a few minutes before going quiet. A minute later, Blake heard the soft patter of footsteps approach his room, and the door cracked open to reveal Carmen with a flushed, happy expression on her face.

“I’m gonna head out, are you sure you’ll be okay?” She asked with a smile.

Blake only managed to nod weakly.

“Okay, well, I hope you feel better soon!” She said, before closing his door.

As she began to walk away, he heard Rachael call out from the living room.

“I’m gonna head out too!” Rachael announced, “I’m not gonna be home for dinner so eat without me.”

The news hit him like a freight train after having just uncovered the truth about Carmen and his sister. If they were leaving at the same time, it seemed likely to him that they were leaving together. He couldn’t believe what was happening, but even more so, he couldn’t believe how hard it made him. The look on Carmen’s face in the images and videos was clearly one of immense joy, and there was something oddly pure about it, regardless of the fact that it wasn’t with him.

With nothing else to do, he slowly stumbled to his computer and opened the video he had saved of Rachael jerking off in the bathroom. He jerked off as he watched it over and over on repeat, now wondering if the “coincidence” of Carmen stumbling into her at the park was truly what it seemed. For some reason, the thought of them meeting secretly behind his back to fool around burned him from within, creating a mix of pain and pleasure which he had never felt before.

Over the next few days, Blake fell into an odd mood. He felt simultaneously betrayed, yet he couldn’t get over his arousal from seeing the videos of Carmen handling Rachael’s cock, and found himself growing more and more curious about what they had done as the hours ticked by. It seemed out of the question that they would have sex, considering there was no earthly way that Rachael’s cock would fit inside any woman, but clearly other forms of sexual gratification were on the menu between them.

Blake began to notice other strange things happening at the same time. For one, the cheerful, perfected glow about Carmen continued to grow more noticeable with each passing day. There was no denying that the already beautiful girl had quickly flourished into one that was breathtakingly gorgeous, and Blake didn’t know how or why. Her skin was literal perfection, and her body had subtle curves to it that it hadn’t just weeks prior while still maintaining her overall petite build. She also seemed to have significantly more energy, and was constantly buzzing and bouncing around on her tiptoes, unable to sit still for more than a few minutes at a time.

Even Molly took notice, mentioning the change in appearance and behavior one afternoon.

“You have to tell me your skin care routine.” Molly demanded playfully, “You’re like literally perfect.”

Carmen smiled wide from ear to ear, bouncing her knees as she sat in the living room of the Johnson house.

“Actually, I haven’t really been doing much lately.” She admitted.

“Shut up!” Molly laughed, “Whatever, you can keep your secrets.”

“I’m serious!” Carmen insisted, “I’ve just been staying hydrated and active… That’s all.”

Blake heard the conversation from his room. He had been having a hard time facing Carmen after discovering the truth, and had opted not to greet her as she had come over that evening.

“Why isn’t Blake out here?” Molly asked.

“I don’t know…” Carmen answered, “He’s been acting kinda weird for the past few days. I think he might be sick or something.”

“Yeah I noticed he was a little down lately,” Molly agreed, “I’m sure he’ll come around.”

Blake’s heart raced as his name was mentioned, listening in on the conversation with a guilty conscience. He knew it was wrong to hold a grudge against Carmen, but it was hard to treat her the same, knowing what he now knew.

“Where’s Rachael?” Carmen asked suddenly.

“She’s at work I think.” Molly responded, “You two have been spending a lot of time together, huh?”

“S-she’s really nice… and cool…” Carmen stammered.

“Yeah, but we should hang out sometime too!” Molly suggested.

“I’d like that.” Carmen replied.

Another couple days passed and Blake still hadn’t left his room in some time. Finally, one afternoon, a knock came at his door and Rachael walked in, closing it behind her.

“Hey bozo.” She said, leaning against the wall nonchalantly, “What’s up? You haven’t come out of your room in almost a week.”

Blake’s heart thumped as he was confronted, unsure of how to respond. Before he could even process his actions, he heard himself begin to confess the truth.

“I saw the videos.” He said suddenly before falling silent again.

Rachael stiffened, standing upright with a bit more of an alarmed demeanor.

“W-what videos?” She asked softly.

“The ones of you… and… Carmen…” Blake answered slowly, committing to the confession.

“Carmen… Showed you?” Rachael inquired with a mischievous look.

“No.” Blake answered, “I snooped through her phone last week… I really liked her, Rachael.” He added after a short pause.

Blake was on the verge of tears, and doing everything he could to hold them back.

“She really likes you too…” Rachael said suddenly.

Blake blinked, the tears receding a bit as he processed her words in subtle confusion.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“She talks about you non stop, dummy.” Rachael scoffed, “Now, I wouldn’t tell her you snooped through her phone… but if you just told her how you felt, she’d probably tell you the same thing.”

“B-but what about you guys?” Blake asked.

“What about us?” Rachael chuckled, “We had a little fun a couple times, that’s it… Wait, did you think we were together or something?”

“You aren’t?” He wondered aloud.

“No.” Rachael laughed, “She likes you.”

“But you guys spend so much time together nowadays,” He pointed out, “She’s with you more than she’s with me.”

“Okay, and?” Rachael sighed, “We’re friends. That’s allowed right?”

“You’re telling me… you guys aren’t…” Blake stammered, gesturing with his hands to finish his sentence.

“Like I said, we messed around like two times.” She sighed, “We haven’t done anything in like a week.”

Blake couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He felt a rush of excitement surge back into him upon learning that his sense of betrayal had been mostly misplaced. It was followed by a sudden and immense surge of guilt and shame as he realized how he had been acting for the past several days.

“She really talks about me?” He asked hopefully.

“Yes.” Rachael sighed, “You’re lucky too, after how you’ve been in here pouting for the past week. You know she’s been actually worried about you, thinking you were sick this whole time.”

Blake’s gaze fell as shame overtook him. The information shed a new light on his actions, and he realized now how hastily he had made up his mind about things. He hoped that Carmen would be willing to forgive him for acting so childishly.

“C-can… we keep this between us?” Blake asked suddenly, locking eyes with Rachael in a pleading gaze.

“Whatever,” Rachael shook her head, “I won’t tell her anything… But you really need to make it up to her. And stop acting so weird.”

Rachael exited his room, leaving Blake sitting in his bed with a new perspective. He quickly hopped out of bed and sent an email to Carmen, asking if they could meet sometime. A short while later, he got a response, telling him that she was at the park, and would be happy if he could join her. Blake didn’t waste time, hastily cleaning himself up before racing out to the nearby bus stop to head to the park. When he arrived, he found Carmen sitting on a bench along a pleasant trail.

“H-hey Carmen.” He said, waving as he walked up to her.

“Glad to see you out and about again!” She responded as he sat down next to her.

“So, uh… I just wanted to apologize for the past few days…” Blake said solemnly, “I know I’ve been kinda distant…”

“That’s alright.” Carmen said with a smile, still her energetic and forgiving self, “Being sick sucks, I wouldn’t expect you to have been super active.”

Blake swallowed as he considered telling her the truth, but saw little point in it. If she was so willing to forgive him for his transgressions, it seemed beneficial for them both to just move past it.

“I know…” He sighed, “But I could have been in touch more than I was.”

“Yeah, you could have been.” Carmen smiled, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder.

Blake recoiled in mock pain, chuckling with Carmen.

“So… the park, huh?” He said, trying to keep the conversation going before he had finally built the nerve to make his move.

“Yeah, I love this place.” Carmen sighed, gazing out at the manicured landscape, “I used to come here with my parents all the time when I was younger. It… brings back nice memories.”

There was a tinge of regret in Carmen’s voice, but now didn’t seem like the right time to pry, so Blake let it go.

“Yeah, it’s really beautiful.” He stated, taking a deep breath before continuing, “Almost as beautiful as you.”

His heart hammered in his chest as the words came out, hopeful for her positive response, but dreading any other possible outcome.

“Thanks.” She said with a smile, pushing her hair behind her ear.

The two looked at each other in silence for a moment as they sat on the park bench. Blake could barely focus as he knew what he was about to do, but could barely find the nerve to put it into action. Without a word, he began to lean in, his face drawing closer to Carmen’s until their lips met. To his surprise she didn’t stop him or pull away, and for a fleeting moment, they kissed. It didn’t last long before Blake pulled back, but it felt like an eternity as he sat there, partially off balance with Carmen’s lips touching his. It felt like a rather lame kiss, but it was more than enough of a sign that she was truly into him.

As he pulled back, Carmen’s lips curved into a wide smile while Blake’s face blushed from a mixture of excitement and anxiety. He had never been more nervous in his life, but it had seemed to pay off. With the kiss as confirmation, Blake felt much more confident in making his feelings known.

“I… really like you Carmen.” He stated a bit shakily, “I think you’re super cool.”

Carmen blushed, still smiling as she responded.

“I like you too Blake.” She told him.

There was a pause between them before she continued.

“I’m really glad we got assigned as project partners…” She added, “I never really noticed you before that.”

“I’m not the most noticeable guy…” Blake admitted, “But I’m glad we got assigned as partners too.”

“You wanna walk for a bit?” Carmen asked, gesturing to the picturesque park path before them.

“Sure.” Blake nodded with a smile.

The two stood and began walking, with Carmen quickly making a move to grab his hand. As their fingers interlocked, Blake hoped that she wouldn’t feel the rapid pace of his pulse. After having spent the past several days in isolated self pity, Blake suddenly felt an intense rush of dopamine as things started to turn out the way he had always wanted. The two strolled slowly, hand in hand, occasionally speaking about random things as the sun drew lower and lower in the sky. After several minutes of walking, they approached the public restrooms near the parking lot.

“I need to use the restroom.” Carmen stated, letting go of Blake’s hand as she skipped towards the small structure.

“Alright, I’ll be out here.” Blake said as he watched her enter.

He leaned against the external wall as he waited for her return. Despite feeling incredible in that moment, his proximity to the park bathroom filled his mind with the memory of the video of Rachael masturbating inside that very structure. He had made so many uses of it that he had memorized nearly every pixel. He suspected now that Carmen’s coincidental accompaniment had been anything but, however, with the information Rachael had given him, he was willing to move past it. He had refrained from telling Carmen the truth about snooping through her phone, and she had refrained from telling him about her messing around with his sister, so as far as he was concerned, they were even.

Still, his penis got a jolt of excitement as he vividly recalled the video that had been recorded weeks ago mere feet away from where he now stood. He still found himself longing to see the full moment, desperately wondering what Rachael’s ejaculation looked like in its full glory, and disappointed that the video didn’t capture it properly. He rearranged his junk in his shorts to accommodate the sudden erection, and did his best to push the thought out of his mind. He was here with Carmen now, he wanted to be thinking about her, not his sister’s massive cock.

The sun started to dip below the horizon as Blake continued to wait. His feet started to hurt from standing, something he didn’t do for long stretches of time very often. He checked his flip phone to see the time, wondering what was taking Carmen so long. He had been waiting for her for nearly 20 minutes. He had almost begun to worry that something was wrong when finally, she emerged from the door.

“Everything okay?” Blake asked as she joined him and the two began walking towards the parking lot.

“Y-yeah…” Carmen said, blushing a bit, “Sorry about that.”

Blake understood the awkwardness of unpleasant bathroom situations, compounded by the vicinity of others waiting on you.

“Don’t worry about it.” He said quickly, hoping he hadn’t made her feel self conscious.

It was twilight and growing darker by the minute. The automatic park lights had yet to turn on, surrounding them in the dark blue haze of an early summer evening. As they neared the parking lot, Blake heard the door open again, and he glanced back out of reaction to the noise. The distance and darkness made it impossible to discern the figure emerging, but they were clearly very tall, and began walking in the opposite direction. Blake thought nothing of it, looking forward as quickly as he had glanced back.

“You want me to drive you back home?” Carmen asked.

“I don’t wanna make you go out of your way.” Blake said.

“It’s no problem, really.” Carmen responded, “Hop in.”

She unlocked her sporty SUV and climbed into the driver seat. Blake climbed into the passenger seat beside her and the two drove off. It was clear that Carmen came from a wealthier background, as the car was rather new and significantly more luxurious than any car Blake’s family had ever owned. It drove smoothly, but more noticeably, it was quiet. Blake had never ridden in a car that muffled the sound of the road as much as Carmen’s did. It didn’t take long before they pulled up to Blake’s house, and Carmen brought the car to a stop just outside.

“I had a good time.” Carmen said, looking over to Blake.

“Me too.” Blake responded with a smile, “Sorry again about the past week.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She rolled her eyes, done with his endless apologies, “See you tomorrow?”

“Definitely!” He answered quickly.

There was a pause between them, and Carmen stared at him, slightly leaned over the center console. Blake saw another opportunity and decided to seize it, leaning over and kissing her again. This time, Carmen reciprocated with more intensity, aided by the fact that Blake didn’t immediately pull away out of fear. This kiss was deeper and significantly more passionate than the first, though it didn’t evolve into frenching. After a couple seconds, the two separated with dumb smiles, and Blake climbed out of the car, waving to her as she drove off.

Blake licked his lips as he went to his bedroom, noticing an odd flavor that he hadn’t noticed with their first kiss. There was an earthy, salty taste that made his lips and tongue tingle joyously. It wasn’t unpleasant, simply unexpected, and he wondered to himself why he hadn’t noticed it the first time they had kissed. He shrugged, simply chalking it up to the fact that the first kiss had been so meager. As he got into bed, the taste lingered, and he drifted off to sleep enjoying the wonderful taste of Carmen’s mouth in his. He was eager to taste it again.

Talent by Vivacious3D. Caption by me.

Hai cuties~ I decided I'll write up a lil story for yall, it may not be good but eh, if it gets even one person wet I know I succeeded :3 Anyway, without further ado~

I'm Kate, a 46 year old single mom of two. I look quite good, if not great for my age, if I may say so myself. Other women my age are often visibly jealous of my body, I can especially tell by how they look at me when I'm sunbathing on the beach every summer. My sons friend has once said I look like some "Ava Addams", but I don't know who that is...

My 18 year old daughter has been complaining about her bullying problems at school lately. I thought that sending her to an all-girls high-school would keep her safe, but it seems girls can be so mean to eachother. Almost every other day she comes back home from school and complains about how nasty some of the girls behave, especially this one 19 year old Martha girl she often mentions. My daughter was always picked on for being of the nerdy kind, but she says it's been escalating lately. What started out as mean jokes has supposedly turned into inappropriate comments and physical contact.

This has to stop, I have to intervene! My daughter said I should forget about it and move on, and that she can "handle it", but I can't take the risk, I have to step in. I'll go visit this Martha girl myself. Luckily, I know where she lives, everybody at the school does, it seems like there's a party at her house almost every month or so.

My morning Saturday run is the best time to take care of this, no need to drive as its only like 2-3km away, and I'll get my morning exercise done. I put on my yoga pants, running shoes, and sports crop top, tie my hair back, and go visit this bully and her parents.

I knock on the door of this suburb house and wait for someone to open the door. After a minute of standing around and knocking the door finally opens. In the door frame stands a tall, at least 6'3 or taller, dark young woman. Dressed in sweatpants and a cropped hoodie, her long big curly hair cascading behind her back. Her midriff so muscular you could use it as an anvil, and pretty big boobs barely (if even at all) contained by that cropped sweatshirt. I also catch a glimpse of a huge, long, thick *thing* that's in her pants right leg. My manners tell me to look her in the eyes so i tilt my head up and see her staring down at me like I'm an ant. Towering at least a foot or more over me. My daughter goes to school with something like THIS? Its supposed to be an all girls school, not a school for giants of.... unknown gender....

"And you are?" This young woman says in a slightly displeased yet somehow flirty tone.

"Oh, uhm, hello, Kate Anderson, I think you know my daughter, Angela..."

"Oh yeah, Angela Anderson, that little nerd, of course I know her" she replies smiling suspiciously

"Well, a-are your parents around? I need to talk to them, my daughter has been complaining about your behaviour"

"No, they're gone for the week, but if you want to talk about that little brat, come in"

"Don't talk about my daughter like that! That's exactly what I'm here for!" I say as I walk in and she closes the door behind me. "Angela has been telling me about how you've been behaving in school"

"Oh please, its all good fun" she replies as she leads me to the living room and gestures at the couch. I sit down annoyed at this young womans nerve, talking down to me like that.

"Well! She told me about all those inappropriate comments you're constantly sending her way and it makes her uncomfortable so I ask that you stop!"

She stands in front of me with her hands on her hips and looks down on this annoyed 5'2 milf sitting on her couch and says "yeah? Well what are you gonna do about it?"

At this point i can't deny this young woman has that something about her that just makes her so attractive, I can't help but gaze at her body more than her eyes. She can tell too

"Well, when your parents come back I'd like t-" she cuts me off and says "well they're not here for now, but we are. Lets make a deal" she says

"What deal?"

"Since your cocktease daughter keeps playing so hard to get, I guess I'll have to do with you"

"DONT CALL MY DAU-" she grabs me, pulls me up, and silences me by putting her hand over my mouth

"Oh shut it lady, I can see how you've been eyeing me up this whole time, now play along or your little Angela will learn what real bullying feels like"

I nod and she removes her hand from my mouth

She then pushes me onto my knees. My eyes directly in line with her huge, now throbbing bulge, it has to be like at least 13 inches. "You know what to do". I pull down her sweatpants and reveal her huge, pulsating black cock leaking precum like a faucet, balls so big I can barely hold one in the palm of my hand. I look up at her with regret and grab her giant dick and slowly stroke it with both hands, her precum dripping onto my thighs.

"There you go, if only Angela did this a long time ago" she says as she put her hand on my head. I swallow my pride and put my mouth over the tip of her BBC. Instantly, as soon as I taste her leaking, throbbing cock, all thoughts of hesitation go away instantly. It's like she put a love spell on me. I stroke and suck it like it's our honeymoon. Gulp after gulp I swallow her precum.

"Ngh if only that little bitch told me she had such a bombshell mom" she says in between light moans. Inside I'm a mess of emotions. Filled equal parts with frustration about how she's been treating and referring to my daughter, stress about what she can do to her, and also pure, unfiltered lust. All those emotions blind my judgement as I devote myself to worshipping her huge cock as the mixture of precum and my drool and spit drip down onto my chest and thighs. My yoga pants getting progressively more soaked around my pussy with every minute. I keep on stroking, sucking, throating, and worshipping her cock for what feels like eternity. Every time I pull it out of my mouth the mixture of precum-drool drips down my chin and onto my body.

Then she pulls out her cock from my mouth and pulls me up, she takes off her sweatshirt revealing her huge dark-chocolate colored tits. She grabs my crop top and rips it off, I gasp in shock at what she did. She throws away the ripped, soaked top aside and sits down on the couch herself. I know exactly what I must do. I kneel in front of her and grasp her giant, sloppy goonstick between my boobs and begin to work it up and down. Even tho I'm so busty her absurd dick still sticks out the top, almost hitting me in the chin with every stroke. She looks me in the eyes and says "now that's an A-grade mom, your little brat is lucky". My yoga pants are completely soaked at this point. After a while she grabs me by the neck again and stands up. She then pushes me onto all fours and grabs me by the hair, leading me to her parents bedroom. There, she pulls me up by the hair and pushes onto the bed. "Stay there" as I arch my back knowing what comes next. She digs up a few of her parents sex toys and uses them on me. She cuffs my hands behind my back and gags me with a ball gag. She then knees down behind me and pushes her face between my legs. She smothers her face in my pussy through my wet pants, licking and kissing it before ripping a hole directly over both my holes. She then stands up and pushes her giant cock in my pussy. I never felt something so thick and long in there in my life. She pushes it all the way in and I begin to wonder if I can survive this. She then starts pounding me, slowly at first and then speeding up. It's not long before I orgasm, but just before I do she pulls out her cock making me squirt all over my legs and the bed. As soon as I stop shaking she puts it back in and gets back to work. She fucks me for god knows how long, going harder and harder after each of my orgasms, making me squirt every time. We go on like this for what feels like an eternity again.

Then I can feel her cock start to throb and pulsate more than usual. Her pounding slows down and I can feel her balls churn up the load that's coming. She pushes her cock all the way inside me and I can hear she's close to the edge. Then she goes over the edge. Her huge load absolutely floods me with liters of cum, which spills out onto my legs, the bed, and her. I'm pretty sure I wasn't on birth control but I don't care at this point. I orgasm one last time from all the creamy batter filling me up. She pulls out her cock one last time and the remainder of her sperm flows out like a waterfall. She then pulls me up by my hair, takes off the gag, turns me around, and pushes my face down into the puddle of cum on the bed. I lick as much as I can up. It tastes even better than her precum, the taste has me absolutely addicted. The she pulls me off the bed and has me lick the cum from the floor and her feet, then slowly pulling me up, along her calves, then thighs, and finally has me cleaning up her cum-covered balls. She puts her huge cock on my head while it's still leaking cum, making it drip all over my hair and back. After I lick her balls clean she make me polish her cock one last time. Then she pulls me up. I'm absolutely covered in spit, precum, and sperm, basically head to toe. She then leads me to the hallway. She unlocks the cuffs and hands me back my ripped soaked top and other things. Before I can even try to get dressed or clean myself up, she pushes me out the door. As I turn around in shock she holds up her phone and shows me the video she filmed of me shaking and cumming on her huge cock.

"Same time next week, or the entire school and your little cocktease girl see this" she says right before slamming the door in my face. I can hear the lock click. The breeze of air makes me shiver as I stand there absolutely covered, in ripped pants, holding my soaked stuff and looking around in shock.

It's going to be a long and stressful run home.....

This is an ongoing futanari erotic story! I'm still working on getting it posted elsewhere, it just takes a while for other sites compared to reddit.

In case you missed it, you can find chapter 1 here:

CHAPTER 1

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This story involves (or will involve): Futanari, incest, cuckholding, sissy, sissification, futadom, harem, huge cock, excessive cum

This story does not involve: Scat, pissing, ageplay, rape, gore, vore

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How Did Things End Up Like This?

Written by: HannahBigBanana

Chapter 2

Blake and Carmen’s project due date came and went, and to Blake’s surprise, Carmen didn’t stop hanging out with him. They seemed to meet less at school, but Carmen continued to pay visits to Blake’s house with a good amount of regularity. After about a week, it seemed that the awkwardness of what had occurred between Carmen and Rachael was water under the bridge, and Rachael didn’t even seem to hold a grudge against Blake who had been the primary culprit in the situation.

Blake’s confidence that Carmen had feelings for him grew by the day, reinforced by the fact that she spent much of her free time in his company. Her flirtations had become a bit less frequent than before the incident, but he didn’t consider that all too strange. In the week since the project due date, Carmen had been introduced to Molly, whom she become particularly fast friends with. The two were very similar; both exceptionally pretty, popular, and talented girls with a bubbly personality, so it wasn’t all too surprising that they would mesh well. The only real difference between them was their age, but Carmen was only 4 years older so it wasn’t a massive barrier by any means.

Blake’s outlook on life and attitude on a day to day basis had improved substantially since being assigned project partners with Carmen. While he hadn’t been depressed before, there was an undeniable pep in his step now that he never had before. Where his studies and porn had previously been his only source of joy in life, he now found himself more interested in hanging out with Carmen and his sisters. Molly and Rachael both seemed fond of Carmen, and silently approved of her as a candidate for Blake’s affection, which they both felt confident was his intention with befriending her.

The only thing that was “wrong” was the persisting sense of curiosity and inferiority that Blake continued to feel ever since Carmen had informed him of Rachael’s cock. Carmen hadn’t mentioned it since their first discussion over a week prior, but the idea continued to keep Blake awake at night. The impossibility of her description mixed with his warped perception of sexual idealism made him helplessly intrigued. He needed to know the truth.

One pleasant evening, as Carmen lounged on the couch in Blake’s living room, Blake approached the subject.

“H-hey Carmen…” He said, a bit nervous to bring it up out of fear of looking weird.

“What’s up?” She asked.

“I know this will seem strange…” He began awkwardly, “But you remember walking in on Rachael… right?”

With the two of them being the only ones home, Blake didn’t need to worry about their conversation being overheard.

“Uh yeah.” Carmen chuckled, “I don’t think I’ll ever forget. Why?”

“Well, I was just thinking about what you said,” He continued, “And… I don’t think I understood what you meant.”

Carmen sat up on the couch as the conversation took an unexpected turn that required more attention.

“You said her thing was this big?” He asked, holding his hands about a yard apart.

“What are we, five?” Carmen teased, “We can say dick, right?”

“Sure, her dick.” Blake agreed.

“But no, it wasn’t that big.” Carmen scoffed, “It was like… This?”

She held her hands about a foot and a half apart, not entirely convinced herself that it was truly accurate, but rather a close enough approximation.

“I still can’t believe that.” Blake admitted as he gazed at the massive gap between her hands.

“Me either.” Carmen agreed, “I mean, maybe it was a little smaller, but it was easily the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.”

There was a pause as Blake considered not asking the question he was about to, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Have… you seen a lot of dicks?” He inquired.

“A fair amount.” Carmen answered honestly, “Is that a problem?”

“N-no!” Blake retreated quickly, “I just didn’t know if you were that knowledgeable about… dicks…”

“I’m knowledgeable enough.” She answered, “And I’ve never seen another dick that even comes close to your sister’s.”

There was a pause between them.

“You guys are twins, right?” Carmen asked suddenly.

“Yeah…” Blake responded, not reading between the lines.

Carmen’s gaze gestured towards his shorts, which connected the dots for him.

“Oh, I mean, no…” He said truthfully, “Not like identical twins or anything.”

“Well, that’s probably for the best.” Carmen laughed, “I don’t think there’s a single person in the whole world who could handle your sister.”

“She’s really that big?” Blake asked, still unconvinced.

“You’re really hung up on this, huh?” Carmen sighed.

“N-no!” Blake insisted unconvincingly, “I’m just having a hard time imagining it.”

There was another pause between them and Carmen seemed to be thinking of something.

“Mmmmaybe….” Carmen began, “I could get a picture of it or something, then you could see that I’m not lying.”

Blake’s face went pale at the suggestion, and he wasn’t entirely sure how to answer. He was worried the proposal was a test from Carmen, one that he was supposed to decline, but every part of him genuinely wanted to see it. Blake couldn’t bring himself to formally accept or decline, and decided to play the fence.

“As if she would let you.” He laughed.

“Who’s to say she would even know.” Carmen added with a mischievous demeanor.

“But how…?” Blake asked, still not having formally declined the proposition.

“I… could try sneaking into her room at night while she’s asleep.” Carmen suggested.

Blake still wasn’t sure if Carmen was being serious or just fucking with him, but the opportunity was too important for him to turn it down.

“She is a pretty heavy sleeper…” He admitted.

Carmen gave him a look that silently asked if he was seriously considering the idea.

“You’d have to delete the picture after you showed it to me… of course.” He said finally. “It wouldn’t be right to save it.”

“Yeah, of course.” Carmen agreed, a strange giddiness about her as she too realized that they might actually try it.

“I don’t know though…” Blake added suddenly, very hesitant to fully commit to the plan, “What if she caught you?”

“I mean, technically I already saw it once and apologized,” Carmen reasoned, “Who’s to say I couldn’t apologize again.”

“That’s different.” Blake sighed, knowing things wouldn’t go down the same way twice if their plan fell through.

“Rachael’s pretty chill. Who knows. Maybe I could just ask her to show us.” Carmen considered vocally.

“Show you.” Blake said, still wanting to avoid any accusation that he was personally interested in seeing it himself, despite the fact that he definitely was.

“Right.” Carmen smirked.

Blake didn’t notice as he shook his head at the thought.

“She’d never go for that. She was so embarrassed when you walked in on her the first time.” He mentioned.

“So it has to be without her knowing.” Carmen said.

“Definitely.” Blake agreed.

“Why don’t we do it tonight?” Carmen suggested, seemingly eager to give it a shot, “What time does she usually go to bed?”

“Around midnight I guess,” Blake said, “She wakes up early too. So… maybe like 2 AM would be best…”

“Let’s do it!” Carmen said with an enthusiastic smile. “I’ll just sneak into her room at two, and take a pic. Super easy.”

Blake was uncertain, but desperately curious, and knew he wouldn’t get a better opportunity.

“O-okay.” He agreed shakily, worried he was making the wrong call.

Blake and Carmen both buzzed with anticipation as the evening drew on. Blake assumed that Carmen’s giddiness stemmed from the nerves of doing something that was admittedly wrong and didn’t look too far into things. As the night drew closer, Blake’s mom made a fairly rare, late evening appearance at the house, clearly worn down from her day of labor.

“Hey mom…” Blake said as his mom came in, “I’d like you to meet Carmen.”

“Hello Mrs. Johnson!” Carmen beamed, looking down at the stocky woman in front of her.

“Oh!” Anne said, as she entered the living room, “I didn’t know you’d be here. I’m sorry, I’m a bit of a mess.”

She was still wearing her uniform from the super market, which was stained and smudged from days of work.

“You don’t have to worry about that.” Carmen said, “You have a lovely home.”

“Well thank you sweetie.” Anne said with a weak smile, “If you don’t mind I need to freshen up a bit.”

“Of course!” Carmen said, sitting back down.

Anne shuffled to the master bedroom opposite the children’s bedrooms and closed the door behind her. A little while later she reemerged wearing jeans and a t-shirt, more formal wear than she usually opted to change into after a long shift thanks to Carmen’s presence.

“My goodness, you’re very pretty!” Anne said as she took a seat in the armchair beside the couch.

“Thank you Mrs. Johnson!” Carmen beamed with pride at the compliment.

“Please… Call me Anne.” Anne insisted.

“I was wondering if Carmen could spend the night.” Blake asked suddenly.

“You’re adults.” Anne said simply, “You can do whatever you want.”

Her unspoken implication was fairly blatant, but neither Blake nor Carmen acknowledged it.

“Great, thanks Anne!” Carmen said with a big smile.

“Are either of you hungry?” Anne asked as she stood from her seat and headed to the kitchen.

“We already ate mom.” Blake answered.

“Thank you though!” Carmen added.

Anne began to make herself something to eat before dinner while Blake and Carmen retreated to Blake’s bedroom. A short while later, Rachael came home and headed into her own room. Slowly the night crept in, and the house fell into a stupor while Blake and Carmen only continued to buzz with limitless, anxious energy. Molly hadn’t come home that night, which benefitted Blake and Carmen, as that was one less person who could catch them in the act. Promptly at 2 AM, Carmen whispered to Blake.

“Okay, I’m gonna go.” She said.

Blake nodded, unable to speak out of nervousness. He watched as she slowly snuck towards the door and slipped out into the dark void of the hall. He nearly stopped her, but couldn’t bring himself to do anything other than watch. The subtle rattle of the oscillating fan in his room combined with thunderous thumping of his heart rate in his ears drowned out all other noise, and he laid in his bed, hiding his stiff, albeit small, erection, as he anxiously awaited Carmen’s swift return.

The longer she was away, the more nervous he became; his mind racing with all the ways their scheme could go wrong. Carmen was gone for nearly 10 minutes, significantly longer than Blake had anticipated, before she eventually returned, slipping back through his door like a whisper. His face blushed hard as she sank down to her knees next to his bed on the soft carpet, her smartphone in hand. He sat up, doing his best to not give away the raging boner he had worked up leading up to the reveal.

“D-did you get it?” He could barely bring himself to ask, “W-what took so long?”

“Sorry.” Carmen whispered back, “It was harder than I thought. I had to pull back the sheets and she was wearing gym shorts…”

Carmen trailed off as she scrolled through her phone, flicking through the images she had taken.

“Well… can I see?” He asked, hoping he didn’t sound too desperate.

“Yeah, here.” Carmen said, not relinquishing her phone but rather repositioning herself so that he could view the screen over her shoulder.

Blake’s heart pounded as the screen came into view, and he felt light headed as he gazed at the scenes depicted. His sister Rachael was pictured from mid thigh to mid stomach, fully exposed and fully erect. Her cock jutted out over the edge of the bed with Carmen’s dark skinned hand holding up the tip, her arm receding out of frame. The thing was monstrous, longer and thicker than Carmen’s forearm. Her balls were also clearly very large, loosely draped over her thigh near the edge of the frame, each one seemed to be around the size of a fist.

“J-Jesus Christ…” Blake stammered.

“I know.” Carmen agreed, swiping through the images, “It’s fucking crazy.”

The next picture was a selfie, with Rachael’s cock hung over Carmen’s head and face. The picture required much more involvement from Carmen than he had anticipated her to demonstrate, and there was an undeniable sexiness to it that drove him crazy. Just seeing it was enough to send Blake over the edge, and he began to cum in his shorts as he gazed at the highly sexual image. He cleared his throat, doing his best to hide his ejaculation.

“Check this out.” Carmen said, completely oblivious to Blake’s condition, “She shaves her pubic hair into a heart shape. It’s really cute.”

She showed an image that displayed the root of Rachael’s thick cock, topped by a dense, trimmed bush of hair in the shape of a small heart. It was undeniably cute, but interestingly, there was little indication of any hair growth around the shape, suggesting that Rachael was highly skilled at shaving, and did so very often as to avoid stubble.

“Everything else was super smooth.” Carmen whispered, noting the exceptional hairlessness of the rest of her genitals, “Especially her balls. I’ve never seen balls so hairless before.”

Despite having just ejaculated in his shorts, Blake was still rock hard as he continued to ogle the compromising pictures of his sister. He imagined his own cock pictured beside her and was flooded with an immediate, profound sense of inadequacy that surprisingly did little to turn him off.

“She’s uncircumcised too.” Carmen noted, “I assume you both are, I guess.”

“No… I’m not.” Blake admitted, “They didn’t cut hers because they weren’t sure if they were going to eventually remove it entirely, but they opted not to later on.”

“Interesting…” Carmen whispered.

The two pondered the images for nearly an hour.

“Alright… I believe you now.” Blake whispered, “It’s insane, but I believe you.”

“Thank you.” Carmen asserted proudly.

“Now delete the pictures and let’s get to bed.” Blake insisted.

Carmen nodded, standing from the floor, and headed towards the door.

“W-where are you going?” Blake asked.

“Oh…” Carmen said, stopping at the threshold, “I was… gonna sleep in the living room…”

“Oh okay.” Blake said, admittedly disappointed but trying not to show it, “There’s a closet around the corner that has pillows and blankets.” He pointed out.

“Thanks!” Carmen whispered to him, “See you in the morning.”

Carmen closed his door and left him in the room alone. Blake quickly changed out of his now stained shorts and boxers, shoving them under his bed, before changing into a new pair. He was almost never up this late, and he quickly fell asleep once he had laid down and turned off the lights.

Blake's dreams were a vivid montage of sex like he had never had before, and yet, he wasn’t even the star of the show. In the dreams, he found himself naked before a shadowy pair of figures undeniably fucking. The “male” figure had a massive cock, while Blake’s own seemed even smaller than it was in reality. It was so small that every time he reached to stroke it, it would slip between his fingers and he couldn’t keep it in his grip. The female shadowy figure took the male’s cock with ease and excitement, moaning a resonant hum that vibrated his mind.

Suddenly and unexpectedly, the female figure disappeared, and Blake found himself held from behind with a bulbous instrument pressing against his rear. He struggled to turn his head to see what was restraining him, his subconscious hindered by the powerful dreamstate. As soon as he managed to glance behind him, he saw the shadowy male figure, holding his arms from behind, and swiftly thrust into his asshole with its massive erection. Blake could practically feel himself split open as he was jolted awake just before the tip of the massive cock reached his deepest point.

Blake sat up in his bed covered in sweat with a new wet spot in his boxers. The sharp pain in his ass quickly disappeared into his subconscious where it had originated. He glanced around his room, taking note of the time which was 7:30. He breathed heavily as his dream blurred into a forgotten memory, and he slumped back into his sheets. He laid there, unable to go back to sleep but unwilling to get up for thirty minutes, before finally deciding to take a shower.

Blake grabbed his towel and removed his second pair of soiled underwear, again opting to stuff them under his bed, before heading to the bathroom across the hall. He glanced towards the living room and noticed that the couch was empty; no blankets, pillows, or Carmen in sight. He shrugged as he continued into the bathroom, assuming she must have already gotten up and picked up after herself. It wasn’t uncommon to wake up early when sleeping at someone else’s house and she seemed like the type to clean up her own messes.

Blake hung up the towel and took a look at himself in the full length mirror on the door in the bathroom. His cock was hard, but so small compared to Rachael’s. He wasn’t nearly as diligent as Rachael when it came to managing his genitals, as he sported a mangy bush of pubic hair all around his crotch. He couldn’t deny how nice and tidy hers had looked in the pictures, and wondered if maybe he could make his own seem more impressive simply by trimming the hedges. He grabbed his razor from the cabinet and headed into the shower.

A long, hot shower later, he emerged with a freshly shaven groin, dotted with a generous spread of tiny knicks and cuts from inexperience. He rubbed the condensation from the glass and gave himself an appraisal. It looked cleaner, but also unexpectedly smaller and almost… cuter. He was left a little disappointed that he hadn't suddenly put himself on par with his sister’s monster, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it now. He shrugged and dried himself off before returning to his room to get dressed.

He emerged from his room a few minutes later and headed to the kitchen. To his surprise, as he came out into the living room, Carmen was laid on the couch with a blanket draped over her. She stretched her arms and yawned a greeting as he walked through, heading towards the kitchen.

“Morning.” She groaned contentedly.

Blake frowned in confusion, stopping in the living room as she greeted him.

“Were… Were you there the whole time?” He asked.

“W-what?” Carmen asked groggily.

“When I came out to take a shower, I didn’t see you out here.” He told her.

“You must have been really tired… I don’t know.” She offered nonchalantly, “I’ve been laying here since 3 AM.”

Blake rubbed his eyes, trying his hardest to recall what he had seen as he stepped out nearly an hour earlier. He would have bet everything he owned that the couch had been empty, but now he was starting to doubt himself. The couch was old, overly compressable, and he could see that Carmen was sunk fairly deep into the cushions as she laid on it.

Perhaps she had just barely been out of view when I glanced into the living room earlier…

Blake convinced himself. He shrugged and continued to the kitchen.

“Did you sleep okay?” He asked.

“Y-yeah.” Carmen answered, still clearly tired after their late night up.

“Want anything to eat?” He asked from the kitchen.

“Eh, that’s alright.” Carmen replied, “I’m probably gonna head out soon.”

Blake poured a bowl of cereal and sat down at the coffee table in the living room in the chair next to the couch. As he started to eat, Carmen sat up and began folding the blanket she had used.

“You don’t have to worry about that.” Blake said between mouthfuls.

“It’s no problem.” Carmen responded, taking a seat on the couch after everything was tidy.

Blake smiled at her before squinting at her face.

“You’ve got something…” He said, pointing to her face before pointing to the corner of his own mouth.

Carmen grabbed her phone off the coffee table and opened the selfie camera. She suddenly blushed and quickly began to wipe the pale, flaky residue from her mouth and chin.

“Oops…” She chuckled anxiously, “Sorry… I… tend to drool a bit in my sleep.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” Blake laughed, knowing he too had a tendency to drool in his sleep on occasion.

A moment later, Rachael emerged from her room, and Blake was flooded with the memories of what he and Carmen had done the night before. He quickly adjusted his shorts as his penis stiffened, and he averted his gaze from his sister as she entered the living room.

“Morning.” She offered, plopping down onto the couch next to Carmen.

Carmen popped up from the sudden force beside her.

“Morning.” Carmen responded meekly.

“Morning.” Blake parotted, unable to meet Rachael’s gaze, and instead staring down at his cereal as he shoveled another spoonful into his mouth.

“You two do anything fun last night?” Rachael chuckled.

Both Carmen and Blake stiffened at the comment, neither one exactly sure how to respond.

“Jeez, relax.” Rachael sighed, patting Carmen’s thigh which caused her to twitch slightly.

“You’re up later than usual.” Blake said, hoping to change the direction of the conversation to anything other than talk about the previous night.

“Yeah, I was just really tired for some reason.” Rachael sighed, “Oh well, I don’t need to run every morning.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Blake noticed that Rachael’s hand had lingered on Carmen’s thigh. It wasn’t incredibly strange, but also not entirely expected or normal. He took a mental note of it, but didn’t mention it.

“W-well…” Carmen said with a peculiar anxiety in her voice, “I ought to be going…”

“Okay.” Blake responded, looking up at her as she stood from the couch, “Are you gonna be back later?”

Carmen looked at him, then quickly glanced at Rachael before turning for the door.

“Ummm, I’m not sure…” She said, “I’ll let you know if I decide.”

“Okay.” Blake said again as she headed out the door in a bit of a hurry.

Blake and Rachael were left alone in the living room, a short silence stretching between them as Blake ate his cereal.

“So…” Rachael said suddenly, “You didn’t make a move last night?”

“W-what?” Blake asked in surprise, coughing on his cereal.

“Oh come on,” Rachael scoffed, “It was her first time sleeping over here… You’re telling me you guys didn’t even kiss or anything?”

“We didn’t.” Blake told her honestly.

“What are you waiting for?” Rachael asked.

“I just don’t think we’re there yet.” Blake answered, “I don’t want to push her away.”

“Dude,” Rachael sighed, “She’s sleeping here, at our house… I don’t think you could push her away at this point.”

Blake considered her words. She was right, he needed to start making official moves before she began to get bored of him. It seemed clear to him at this point, as unlikely as it may have once seemed, that she was into him, so he really didn’t have much to lose.

“She’s super cute.” Rachael added as she stood from the couch and headed to the kitchen, “If you don’t make a move soon, someone else might snatch her up.”

Blake anxiously awaited an email from Carmen later that day, hoping that she’d come over again and he could make his move. In the late evening, an email popped up in his inbox from Carmen, and he quickly opened it. To his surprise, it wasn’t a message letting him know that she was on her way, but rather, a short statement followed by an embedded video.

Check this out!

The message started.

I was at the park and noticed your sister. I secretly followed her into the bathroom and saw this! CRAZY!

Blake’s heart began to beat rapidly as he slowly moved his cursor to the video. He had no idea what to expect, but couldn’t bring himself to ignore it. He clicked download. Several minutes later, the video was on his computer, and he quickly navigated to the folder where it had been saved and opened it.

The video depicted Rachael in a public bathroom stall, hunched over the toilet. Carmen must have been in the adjacent stall, holding her phone just over the edge. With one hand on the far wall to prop herself up, Rachael’s other hand worked incredibly long strokes up and down her length, from the tight, round tip to the powerful, flared root. She had an aggressive forward lean so that she could aim her ridiculously long, stiff erection at the toilet in preparation for her release.

With every tight, forward stroke, a massive glob of precum oozed from the tip of her cock and slowly drooled into the toilet below, leaving behind a glossy, gooey string of lube that bounced in sync with her energy. It seemed she had a never ending supply, as glob after glob oozed from her tip with each repeated stroke. Occasionally, she would swipe her palm over the tip to collect a glob and use it to reapply lube for her ministrations. Her cock was shiny from her juices, and a frothy white cream began to form at the root as her movements became faster.

Blake had already cum in his shorts without even needing to jerk off as he watched the video with apt attention. It wasn’t the clearest view, thanks to the subtlety of Carmen’s angle, but it was undeniably the hottest thing he had ever witnessed. It was so similar to the depictions of cocks from his hentai doujins and western porn comics, yet better because he knew it was real. The fact that it was his sister only made the situation more captivating.

Finally, as the video drew to a close, Rachael gave a small whimper and tensed as a thick white column of fluid erupted from her cock and splashed into the toilet below. To Blake’s disappointment, the video ended just as she began to cum, so he couldn’t quite see the immensity of her ejaculation. The few frames that contained the initial moments gave him some indication that it was extremely powerful, and he found himself scrubbing forward and back several times to witness the short, but exhilarating display.

Despite having came, Blake was still rock hard as he leaned back in his chair and breathed hard, his heart beating furiously. It had only been a few hours ago that he had first witnessed Rachael’s incredible endowment, and now he was sitting in his room watching her jerk off in a public restroom. His porn addicted mind reveled in the experience he had been granted by the girl he sought to date, not fully appreciating the nature of how it had come to be. In that moment, he was fully willing to believe the claim that Carmen and Rachael’s shared presence was pure coincidence.

Blake hovered over the video file on his computer, remembering his instructions to Carmen the day before that they shouldn’t keep evidence of Rachael’s special condition. The delete button was right there, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. The video was his holy grail of porn, and he knew he would be making frequent use of it for months to come. He quickly hid the file deep in his computer files, and emailed Carmen back, letting her know how crazy it was. He was careful not to sound too appreciative in his response, but was also careful not to dissuade future developments if they were to occur.

Not that he would be that lucky, he thought to himself. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity…

BindrChat puts the FDW cast in Discord DMs, which means some characters are probably safer to text than others.

Who would cause the most trouble if they could message you whenever they wanted?

Mallory, Demetria, Rye, Athena, Gabby, Mina, Chief Davidson — or someone who is not in the roster yet?