First change

“Brianne has a penis that’s long and thin, it can reach all the way to her mouth. Drinking her own cum is her favorite way to masturbate. She has no balls, instead her testicles are stored inside her body. This has no effect on how much cum she produces.”

Much like her twin, her first change to the eagerly waiting girl was to make her a futanari. The fact that Becca herself was only recently changed into such a visually tantalizing being went completely over her head. As far as she was aware, she had lived a whole life as she was. No longer was her interest in futa a far-off fascination, Becca loved futa and watching other people become cocked-up girls because she knew just how exhilarating it was to have such a sexually charged form.

Now, watching the displayed double begin to change, Becca found herself rigid, unable to breath except in gasps as the fat clit poking out of Brianne’s hood began to bulge into a far more exciting shape. It shot out in bursts, creating new flesh, sensitive and hot, that swelled in inches at a time climbing higher and higher on the writhing woman’s body. She remained oblivious, her memories already re-written to accept this thing as wholly natural even as it climbed further. Her mind may have been unaware but her body definitely was not. Her hips shook, reacting to every growth of taught dick-flesh that expanded from where her clit had once been.

Becca watched on with rapture as the inches piled on. She felt as if she were in a dream, a dream of sublime perfection.

Her cock strained as she watched her twin grow to be more like herself. The tightness of her pants became too much. So still watching that monster grow closer to Brianne’s parted lips, she shucked all of her lower garments in a rush. Becca moaned as her cock finally flew free, her hand moving of it’s own accord to wrap around it, using her twin as pornographic material. Brianne’s dick couldn’t compare to the new rod in the room, growing closer and closer to Brianne’s chin it dwarfed Becca’s own sizable girth.

“Oh-ho? It’s that good is it?” Brianne said, biting her lip seductively as she watched Becca furiously pound her own cock. Brianne responded in kind, beginning to leisurely stroke herself, the tip just passing her collar bone.

She knew whatever the other dick-girl had changed was the cause of her sudden arousal but what specifically was not obvious to her.

Becca looked back with half-glazed eyes, breathing deeply and nodding, slickening material spurting from her fat cock-head as her hand moved in a blur.

Brianne chortled at her twin’s hurried pace, her quickening moans of thrill. “Don’t mind if I do then” she said, leaning her head forward to her favorite position. Wet lips met the tip of her spongy head just as it finished the long trail up to meet her there. Her tongue darted out, scooping inside the hole, coming out with a small bead of her delicious cream. She moaned, eyes rolling at the amazing flavor. Partially because she knew it would drive her counterpart wild to see her tasting herself and maybe just a little because her precum tasted fucking fantastic.

She gulped visibly, pretending like she had just sucked down a large amount when she had just gotten a bit of flavor.

She smiled as she heard Becca’s moans take on an erratic twist. Across the room, the girl sitting on the edge of her bed pumped her hips, errant, yelling quiet curses and gasps as her balls clenched, cock churning out streamers of dick-juice everywhere. The futa Becca lost herself in ecstasy, leaving trails of her own seed all around and on her .

Brianne enjoyed the show, slurping her pulsing cock-head, savoring her own fluid whenever a small splatter of the delicious drink made it’s long way up her rod. She trailed a finger along the lips of her quim, spine tingling and causing further pulses of pre to shoot into her salivating maw.

How many other girls can say they can suck their own cock so easily?

Even as she used the recent change, salivating over every drop of slimy pre that landed on her tongue, she wondered what the other futa might’ve changed about her.

Of course she knew that futa and futa transformations were both their favorite, but similar to her double, she now believed that was because she loved being a futa herself. Years of tasting herself, jacking off to drink and sink into ecstasy, it was ingrained into her personality at this point. So the idea that she could have been anything but a futanari just sounded… weird. Mentally ticking off her body’s characteristics she couldn’t think of what could produce such a blatantly strong reaction however.

“She must have changed something about herself then.” Brianne thought, looking again at the cock that she had been appreciating since being brought into this world. It was the second best to her own beautiful dick that she’d ever seen. Could this version of Blake have made herself grow a dick? Brianne wondered if when she thought she had changed Blake into a futa… maybe she had actually just turned her into a girl and then just now girl-Blake had given herself a dick?

Brianne shook her head. Too much to think about, she’d rather just keep fucking around with reality.

Oh, shit, does she still go by Blake? Brianne wondered.

Leaving her cock head with a *pop* she asked the question. “Hey, uh, I don’t know if we ever shared our names? Mine’s Brianne by the way.” they had of course but Brianne wanted to capitalize on the other futa’s orgasm-drunk state. She returned her lips to the round tip, ecstatic to find a large bead waiting for her.

“Hm…” Becca half-moaned, now laid back, cock up in the air and drooling to one side as her heart began to settle. She leaned forward, looking down the canyon of her own cleavage and around her wilting pole to see Brianne mid-autofellatio.

“Uuoooghhhh-shi-...” Becca moaned under her breath, cock suddenly pulsing back to life at the perverted display.

Her hands moved again, as if possessed to stroke up and down, coaxing beads of fluid out the tip, her ever-ready balls churning with a fresh load.

"Sherryl?" Brianne asked, face scrunched in confusion. she shrugged. Whatever.

She went back to sucking her fat head in, now leaning further so it could bump into the back of her throat, causing her gag reflex to kick in for a second. Easy enough to get past however as she relaxed, letting the head pop past the tight ring of her "throat-pussy".

She moaned, loving the way her own voice caused her dick to vibrate on her tongue.

I love my big, dumb cock.