Troubled recovery

You remain a day home to recover. You pretend to have a light flu so that you do not raise suspicions on the real cause of your sudden distress. Your mother and little sister seem to believe you, only your older sister may have some doubts, but she does not voice them so you are fine, for now.

You enjoy the morning in peace and quiet. The house is empty so you can lazy around, watching cartoons and taking in the silence. Your body still aches, your throat and belly in particular, but not as much as you feared, in fact, by midday you were feeling almost fine. After a quick lunch you even felt kind of empty, though that is probably just the side effects of getting so much futanari cum into your system, their supercharged hormones are known to have psychoactive effects on the other sexes. You did not enjoy being used as a cumdump, after all, right?

You are about to take a quick nap, when your phone buzzes. You pick up and you see a message from the mexican giantess, Isabela.

"Hey there cutie! I hope you're doing well! I miss your mouth already, this girl does not hold a candle to you" she writes, and then sends a picture too. Your jaw falls to the floor, when you see it: A selfie of Isabela, with another futanari in the background, probably another student. She is laying on a bench, drenched in cum, with a bulge in her belly, and a weak smile. The poor futanari is a lot smaller than the titanic teen beside her, maybe just a couple inches taller than you, which makes Isabela's towering height and muscles seem even bigger. Is that how you look beside her?

And just a few seconds later, another message comes, it is from Ashley: Another selfie, picturing the bubbly blonde in her bathroom, with a sink covered in cum and her cock half erect laying in the semen pool. "Thinking about you!" She simply adds.

What the hell is happening?

A door slams behind you. "Hey bro, how are you doing?" Sarah, your little sister says.

Your heart jumps in your throat. Your body jolts upward.

"Whoa, sorry didn't mean to startle you. How are you feel..." she says, before her eyes fall on your phone. Realizing your mistake, you hide the screen, but it is too late. "Wait, wait wait... what were you looking at, Doug?" She says, with a mischievous smile.

"Nothing, nothing!" You say, just before she jumps over you to try to take your phone away. Suddenly your face is full of her boobs. You struggle against her strength, but even if she is younger than you, you cannot compete with the futanari. Soon enough, you feel your grip on the phone loosen, until it falls off into her hands.

You try to reconquer the prized device, but you are kept at bay by her arm against your forehead. To your surprise, your sister has no trouble unlocking your phone, and then she opens the recent messages. "Doug! What the... when did you become so popular with the ladies? Damn that blondie is cute, wait it's Ashley! I knew she had a crush on you, but I thought she grew out of it" she says, her smile only growing wider, "And who's this? She looks scary! That poor girl in the background is still alive, right?"

She looks at you in the eyes. "Doug, what the hell? You have two ladies just begging to fuck you again and you say nothing to me? Wait, was the illness an excuse to escape them? What did you do to them?"