Luna tests her new love rod

Luna's band new love rod is red and swollen, angerly throbbing between her legs. She grips the shaft with one hand, her fingers and thumb just barely able to touch each other around her considerable girth. “Holy shit…”

She strokes slowly at first, biting her lower lip. Her thick girl-cock throbs in her hand, thick droplets of milky white pre-cum dribble down over her fingers. “Holy Shit, this is real!” Her eyes start to roll up as she continues to stroke her self, her pace growing faster gradually as her soft grunts starting to turn into quiet moans.

Grinning like a madwoman, she arches her back as starts to pump vigorously, her tongue lolling out as she starts to pant and gasp towards climax.

The bathroom door squeals open abruptly, stopping Luna dead in her tracks, mid stroke. She curses viciously between clenched teeth, her cock swollen and angry between her clenched hand. Her member's too slick and sticky to continue quietly; a steady stream of thick white ejaculate rolls down the underside of her shaft and between her fingers.

Someone enters through the bathroom door and walks down the bathroom isle, stopping at the farthest sink from the door, right on the other side of Luna's bathroom stall. The mystery student gently hums to herself as she riffles through her bag, continuing to impeade on Lina's personal time.

Luna’s exherting all her willpower to not finish herself off, her cock ready to burst. The sensation quickly became addicting to her; afterall, this has been a fantasy for her ever since she read her first Futa story.

At least, this has been half of her fantasy. The other half involved pumping a tight little cunt full with her seed.

She taps the text box on the omni-app and types one handed, her hand never leaving her slick cock. “Whatever Luna Pierce says in objectively and factually true.” She taps enter and clears her throat, “Who ever just walked into the bathroom HAS to announce themselves.”

“Oh, this is Emma Smith… I just came in to touch up my makeup before class.”

Emma, that rich bitch; time to put you in your place, Luna thought to her self with a grin. “Emma, you’re lying... You came in here hoping to get a good look at my footlong cock, didn’t you? Tell me honestly why’re you're here.”

“I uhhh… ok, well, maybe I had heard about your, uhm… thing… and wanted to see it for my self.”

Luna starts stroking her self again, her fingers slick and with thick cum. “You've been fantasizing about my big, hard, cock; havent you, Emma? I bet you masturbate at night dreaming about me filling that tight little pussy of yours. You're obsessed with my cock, Emma, admit it.”

“I… Uhhh…”

Do you hear that, Emma? That wet, squelching sound? That's me stroking the cock of your dreams. I bet you're soaked through your panties right now, aren’t you?”

“Uhhh… Maybe…”

“Maybe? I need you to be honest with me Emma, or you'll never have a chance to taste that hot, white, seed you crave.”

“I-I...”

Luna stands up, still stroking her self. One handed, she types another wish out in the omni app and hits enter without a second thought. Her legs grow first, stretching taller with new toned muscle and thick, luscious thighs. Her hips flare out as she continues to grow, the top of her head now level with the top of the stall. Between her expanding hips and her swelling ass, her skirt rides up over her Shrinking waist; fat vanishes from her stomach, replaced by thick toned muscle. Her chest swells, two milk filled mounds ballooning out as her chin rises over the lip of the stall door to look down at Emma. She's frozen in place, her eyes wide and full of animalistic lust.

Luna pushes the stall door open , snapping the lock off with little effort and steps forward infront of Emma. She gently strokes her cock in the open, Emma's eyes glues to the object of her desire.

The seams of Luna's shirt begin to tear, the buttons struggling to hold the front of her blouse together, her bra already stretched and torn. Her top can't contain the swelling mountains of her creamy white tit-flesh any longer and, in a spray of milk and a hail of buttons, Luna's blouse explodes.

“Your Goddess awaits her worship, Emma...”