Chapter 27: What Friends Are For

The following Wednesday, Pamela was sitting at a two-person table at a patio coffee shop. After her phone call with Leah, she was getting really worried and needed some input from another friend.

"I got your call, what's up?" Amy said as she made her approach.

"I'm worried about Leah. You mind if we sit and chat a bit?"

"Sure, no problem. My schedule's clear all afternoon."

The women ordered their beverages and began discussing their mutual friend's predicament.

"Okay, so it wasn't just me picking up on that." Amy said upon hearing Pamela's story.

"You think she's in trouble too?"

"I don't know if it's trouble, per say, but she's definitely been acting different. Like this for example," Amy said, taking out her phone. "When I texted her to ask how big she was getting, she sent me this."

Pamela squinted at the screen and her eyes widened.

"Holy shit! She sent you-"

"A dick pic, yeah." Amy explained. "And that alone would worry me, if not for how fucking HUGE she is."

Pamela couldn't look away.

"Are those her balls? They're practically melons!" Pamela gasped. She tried whispering to hide her shock, but what she'd witnessed was making it difficult.

Amy then pointed out a smudge in the picture's corner, speculating that it might've been a precum or milk stain.

"Jesus fuck, dude. We've gotta do something!" Pamela cried.

"Yeah, but what can we do? She's almost at the end, she'd never let us talk her out of it now. And we can't **** her to cum, that'd basically be ****." Amy warned. "Until the month is over, I don't think there's anything we really can do."

The two sat uncomfortably quietly when their drinks arrived. The situation seemed to ****, so helpless.

"I can't even imagine how big she's gonna be next Tuesday." Pamela commented.

"And those tits! She'll probably be mistaken for a hucow!" Amy added.

"If only we could help her.... I dunno, release that pressure." Pam pondered. "Help get it out of her system. Maybe then she'd go back to normal."

But how to do it? How could two normal girls relieve a hyper futa like Leah? They'd never been that free with their bodies before, and even if they offered themselves to her, there was no way they could handle her monster cock.

But then, something miraculous happened. Amy searched her mind and found an answer to the impossible problem.

"Okay, I've got an idea. Just bear with me."

Leah was still on her couch, chugging milk and slurping down pre, when her phone pinged. She wiped a milk-moustache from her upper lip and opened her messages, seeing a new one from Amy.

"It's not the same without you here! Good luck, Leah! We love you!" the text read. Attached was a selfie of her and Pamela at the coffee shop, the two of them making a heart shape with their hands.

The misty-eyed Leah smiled at the heartfelt message. This contest may have started as a feud between them, but the girls really were her best friends.

But as Leah stared at the cute photo they sent, she could feel her torrid member throb eagerly. And slowly, Leah's gaze drifted away from her friends' happy faces, and down to Amy's ample cleavage.

"God.... the things I'd do to you." Leah said.

With one hand holding the phone, the other slid down to her cock and began to jerk.