Might as well head to school early and observe this new world's Madoka and her interactions with her friends. Maybe it'll make it easier to stop her from making the contract.

Homura fidgeted nervously as she stood outside of her classroom. All of her memorized patterns, routines, and motions were completely useless now. It was uncharted territory, and that was always a recipe for disaster.

Case in point: yesterday's events. The very scantily clad doctor and her nurses had given her a whole rundown on the do's and dont's of the futanari life, now that the procedure had seemingly worked (after she'd been chewed out extensively for removing the ribbon). Mostly this amounted to "Yes, that will make you pregnant, and you don't want that yet." According to them, she was now so absurdly fertile that sitting on a chair with dried up week-old sperm might do it, or swimming in water where other people had ejaculated in, or generally any encounter that had her vagina come into any significant amount of semen. She was handed a large bottle of pills, which apparently contained the only substance known to ma- futanari that prevented pregnancy, and was told to take one every 3 hours or so. In addition to that, she was given several special plastic penises - dildos, Homura understood - that would be used at night; their hilts were large sheets of a more malleable plastic that spread out and attached to her vaginal area, physically preventing any wet dream cum from entering. Thankfully, her extended masturbation session hadn't managed to knock herself up, although Homura's heart had nearly reverted to its prior state when they'd first mentioned it.

That wasn't nearly all that she had to learn, though: all of that talk had come after the nurses had straight up tied her back down to the bed. Homura almost stopped time but was able to stop herself, telling herself that they had no reason to hurt her. The syringe that they lined up almost changed that, before they explained that it was meant to subdue the bout of **** lust that was supposed to occur. Apparently, when she got her erection - her only erection; her almost 14 inches of cock weren't ever going to go flaccid - she was supposed to turn into a sex-addled beast, fucking anything and everything in sight. Just the sight of her actually protesting the syringe, though, convinced the doctor that she was just ordinarily (for a given level of ordinarily) horny and got her untied, although it also got her tested for all sorts of things.

Finally, she was set free, complimentary bag of toys both sexual and regular in hand. One of the nurses drove her back to her familiar apartment; it took a disturbing amount of willpower not to jump her bones. Instead, as soon as she got inside she broke down and immediately continued masturbating, having taken one of the pills in the car at the nurse's insistence. That nurse must have been psychic, because there was no way she avoided getting cum in her pussy this time. She stroked herself off as she entered the building, then she fucked herself with the toys for like hours, then she sucked her own dick and tits in lieu of eating the dinner she'd managed to lay out, then she kept at it after she'd cleaned up - the dishes, the cum everywhere was basically unsalvageable. There was some kind of robot helper packaged in a box in the corner along with her school supplies, although she suspected the little thing would take quite some time dealing with her mess even after she set it up. She'd showered with a neat little lightweight shower, but the sensation of all the fluids washing off her body got her going again. And even after all that masturbating, after she'd rubbed and sucked and groped and fingered and toyed her dick and her pussy and her ass for the entire afternoon and night, she still woke up absolutely coated in cum from her orgasms overnight and very thankful for the "boxblockers" she'd been given.

She looked down at her "uniform", which seemed much more suited for a slut than a student. A thin but strong band of cloth with pasties for the nipples kept her jiggly boobs under nominal control, and a similar cloth strip just under her erect penis's head held it against her body. The outfit was completed with a small patch of fabric for her pussy that barely covered its gaping width and some kind of a sack for her balls that prevented undue swinging. The designers were clearly much more interested in convenience than they were in modesty. All in all, her school uniform seemed to cover less area than the book bag strap on her shoulder.

Looking around her this time, the newly-minted hermaphrodite observed her classmates and peers through the glass walls of the classrooms. Everywhere she looked, she saw well-endowed futanari going through their pre-class routines, chatting with their friends, and generally preparing for the school day to come. Their near-complete lack of coverage gave Homura an excellent view of innumerous heavy breasts, firm asses, toned legs, and thick cocks to drool over. From the looks of it, the girls within were similarly lusting after each other's bodies, performing acts ranging from making out to giving handjobs and blowjobs to each other all the way to full-blown penetrative sex. The thought of so much sex happening in public and being completely normal made the dickgirl even more aroused than she normally was. Her hands drifted to her erogenous spots on their own as Homura idly pondered masturbating right then and there, in front of all of her classmates. She quickly came to herself and drew them back to her sides, but the all-consuming desire to fuck everything that she saw remained.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her, and spun around on instinct. It was Ms. Saotome, who looked at her and cleared her throat. "Akemi-san, are you ready to introduce yourself?" she asked. The dark-haired magical girl looked at her well-endowed teacher, who while not in the exact same outfit was still revealing the same amount of flesh to the world. She probably had no problems getting laid in this world. Homura paused for a moment, uncertainty reasserting itself in her psyche, then nodded slowly. She would have to do this at some point, so she might as well do it early on in the loop so any particularly disastrous mistake could be reset without too much time investment. "Alright," Ms. Saotome said, "let's bring you into the classroom then."

She entered the room somewhat unsteadily, still very much unused to compensating for the weight of her breasts and her ass. She'd actually spent a decent amount of time (when not masturbating, which was a worryingly short period) trying to practice just walking, since the long strides Homura was accustomed to resulted in a lot of shaking around. Her body seemed to instinctively adjust for the weight but her mind wasn't used to giving up control like that, and it showed. Standing in front of the classroom, Homura noticed that the students seemed busy sizing her up, whispering among one another and... catcalling, that was the word? , and involuntarily flushed a little. Embarrassment, shyness, caution, and the ever-present lust all competed for space within her head. "Good morning, class!" Saotome called out, and the muttering thankfully stopped. The older woman cleared her throat again. "Ehhhem. So, we have a new student joining us today. Ah, please introduce yourself, Akemi-san." She stepped back invitingly, leaving the space in front of the class open. The magical girl breathed in slowly, attempting to calm her nerves. Homura's act had been honed over more than fifty attempts at a first impression; little things like E cup breasts and foot-long penises couldn't faze her.

She walked up to the board, ignoring the catcalls about her ass ("Not now, not now! ") picked up a marker, and wrote her name on the board, then pivoted around smoothly on both feet. As a result, her tits wobbled around in their strips, and Homura waited somewhat impatiently for them to settle down. "My name is Akemi Homura. Please take care of me." With that practiced introduction out of the way, she bowed, causing her tits to bounce around again. Her voice trembled a little as the wonderful sensations from her breasts became realized, but hopefully her introduction was serviceable. She quickly walked to her seat and sat down carefully. Out of the corner of her eye, the magical futanari noticed Madoka, who of course had the same endowments she did in the previous timeline, looking curiously at her. Along with half of the class, who began approaching her desk and crowding around her for a closer look. While Homura was used to the attention, she wasn't used to said attention coming from almost-naked futanari with porn-star bodies, and instinctively shrunk back into her chair attempting to wrest her libido into submission. However, the student's appraisal of their new classmate only riled Homura up even further. Saotome-san didn't seem like she was going to stop any of it; maybe it was a normal occurrence.

"She's so cute and shy! I just want to eat her up!"

"Here, Akemi-san, have a drink of milk, straight from the source. You look thirsty!"

"Ahh, she has really nice legs. I wonder what they'd look like if she was being fucked..."

"Mmm, couldn't we stop class and just have sex? I wanna see what the new girl's ass feels like. "

"Hey Madoka-chan, you're staring at her strangely. I think if you want a go you'll have to wait in line for quite some time."

It seemed Madoka, Sayaka, and Hitomi were discussing her amongst themselves, the latter having said the line in question. Homura refocused her attention, even as the girls around her continued to press their bodies closer in and she attempted to fend their affections off. They really must have liked her ass, considering the attention it was getting paid.

"Ah, could it be that the mysterious transfer student has come to whisk my Madoka away?" Sayaka put her hands to her face in mock dismay. Madoka tried to say something, but Sayaka cut her off. "Just this once, I thought that the childhood friend could win the main character's heart, but alas! Poor Madoka's heart has been stolen by the woman of her dreams!"

"I really don't think it's like that." Hitomi brought a finger up in a scolding manner and frowned disapprovingly, although she quickly resumed smiling.

"Aw, come on!" Sayaka assumed a (slightly) more serious look. "She's being pretty quiet, and she flushes a little whenever one of us compliments her body. There's clearly something going on."

Madoka shook her head quickly, folded one arm over her breasts, and then stood up. "It's not that, Sayaka-chan. I need to go help her, that's all."

"Already going after the princess who swept you off of your feet, huh? Wow, Madoka, you sure are forward! Name one of the kids after poor lonely Sayaka, will you?" Hitomi, for her part, sighed. "You and your romantic fantasies. Can't you masturbate to porn instead like the rest of us?" She turned back to Madoka. "If she needs help, then you should go." Sayaka flashed a goofy grin and a big thumbs up. Madoka smiled back at her friends, then turned to go push through the crowd who for their part had made their way to directly feeling Homura up.

Returning to her current situation, Homura shuddered at the multitude of hands and breasts rubbing against her sensitive body. The sensations threatened to overwhelm her and transform her into a quivering pile of hormones and flesh. She was saved from the grope-happy throng by Madoka politely slipping through the crowd. "Um, Akemi-san has a heart problem, so too much excitement could be dangerous," she announced, somehow using her quiet presence to drive away the mass of horny students. Just like always, she wasn't strong enough and Madoka had rescued her. Homura pushed the momentary tinge of bitterness away and took the opportunity to get Madoka alone with her.

"Umm, I'm not feeling so well." It was even the truth. "You're the health officer here, right? Can you lead me to the nurse's office?" The crowd withdrew, with a mix of disappointment and pity. Madoka nodded and extended her hand.

"Come on, I'll take you there." The pink girl smiled at her, and Homura began blushing like a girl with a crush, or a futa in heat, both of which probably were accurate. Homura took the proffered hand, and Madoka escorted her out of the classroom and began the walk to the nurse's office. This situation hadn't happened since the disastrous first timeline, and Homura felt similarly out of her depth. With a start, she realized that reassuming the role of the confused, scared new girl would explain away all of her issues with experience, sexual or otherwise. She hated relying on anyone like this, even the object of her **** crusade throughout time lines, but it was necessary.

Homura sighed and looked down, and Madoka looked back towards her. From years of experience with the Incubators, she knew that the best way to lie was by telling the truth. "Thank you. I really needed to get away from there..." She trailed off, and looked away from Madoka again. Holding a conversation was difficult enough without her ridiculous libido getting in the way. The anticipation of having sex with an entire roomful of dickgirls had filled Homura's head, and her imagination was running wild. The magical girl was nearly panting with sexual desire.

"It's nothing. Is your heart OK?" As usual, Madoka's unrelenting kindness never ceased to surprise. Homura thought that the pink haired girl would have tried to fuck her too given the general sluttiness of the world so far, although it was entirely possible that Homura's lust addled state had affected her reasoning.

"Umm, it should be. My heart has been fixed. It's just that, I haven't had sex before, and it, uhh, made me really nervous, being surrounded by so many pretty girls." She hadn't meant to say any of that at all! Being this emotional was something that she had thought was far past her, but right here... But, it felt quite relieving to reveal her problems to Madoka, who for her part nodded sympathetically as she listened. "I'm kind of worried about fitting in here. Everyone seems so practiced with their bodies, so I'm afraid that I won't be able to get along with anyone else, and-" She was interrupted by Madoka suddenly hugging her, which predictably derailed any train of thought Homura was on. The hug was incredibly warm and soft, their near-naked bodies pressing up against each other. Their hard penises pressed together near the tip, throbbing in unison, and their breasts squeezed firmly, creating small rivulets of milk that slowly soaked their pitiful excuses for uniforms. Madoka's fresh and clean scent filled the air, clouding Homura's thoughts even further. Madoka, for her part, seemed to be unaffected other than a blush on her face.

"It's going to be alright, Akemi-san," she told the dark-haired girl as she held her tightly. "You don't need to worry about these things so much. I'm sure you'll be able to make plenty of friends here! Um, and if you want to practice fucking, we can always head to the nurse's office, and she'll be able to teach you." She flushed deeper, as if she had just realized the compromising situation that she was in. "Or... I could teach you myself right here," she said with a strange mix of seductiveness and innocence. Despite seemingly every cell in her entire body screaming for her to accept, Homura still felt apprehension at the idea of sullying Madoka's body with her own. She hesitated, considering for a bit.