A massive 6 foot cock

When work was done, after changing into her usual short black dress with fishnet stockings and goth stompers, Diana’s small figure headed for her friend’s art exhibition by taxi.

On the way there, she kept sipping the delicious cream she had found in the office.

Why would Anna keep such a thing all to herself? She thought.

Soon enough, she found herself in front of the address she was given.

When she walked in, her friend greeted her.

“Diana! So glad you could make it!” A tall blonde with a moderate hourglass figure greeted her, big smile on her face.

“Hey, Hanna. Thanks for the invite! Always knew you had it in you.”

“Thank you for your kind words.” The blonde artist said with a smile. “Enjoy your stay. There’s food and drinks in the back, so dig in. I gotta get back to work. I’ll find you when things get calmer!”

With those words, she left the goth alone.

Diana proceeded to walk through the gallery. All the art was based in reality, yet abstract. It showed a mix of femininity and masculinity balanced in both erotic and non-erotic ways.

Shapes of women with things between their legs, and the other way around, drawn obscure enough that children could not make anything of it. It was inspiring, and ingeniously drawn.

Diana enjoyed the gallery to the fullest, looking at every picture.

On the second floor, only adults, 21 and over, were allowed.

There, the pictures were clearer, more erotic, and for some, arousing. It was doused in only red light, the paintings using color that had a special effect with the light used. It was glimmering.

In a far corner, there were even store mannequins with dildos attached to their waists.

If she was honest, Diana didn’t expect this from her friend. Who knew what desires she had deep within?

All these images made Diana a bit aroused.

At first it was lightly, but it steadily increased, until suddenly, her crotch area started burning like crazy. She hunched over, clenching her teeth.

An elder lady came up to her.

“Are you alright, young lady?” She said worriedly.

“Ghhh… yeah, just cramps.”

“Ah, I don’t miss them. Here, let me help you sit.” The eldery said, grabbing her under her arm, and slowly walking to an empty chair near the mannequins, opposite to the fire escape door.

“Thank you, Ma’am. I got it from here.” Diana said gratefully.

“Glad to help. I hope you can still enjoy this splendid art. Have a good day, and stay strong!” The old woman said before leaving.

As soon as she left, only 4 people were currently in that part if the exhibition, a bit further away from her, none focused on her.

Weirdly, her underwear was starting to get tighter. The unknown feeling was growing more intense, and an extremely strong urge to masturbate overcame her, but she held on. She was in public, after all.

Her straining underwear worried her. At some point it stopped tightening, but she felt something press against her panties.

Dianas green eyes fell on the mannequins with dildos in them.

It couldn’t be, right?

Hesitantly, her hand reached for her crotch. When it touched the area, she shuddered.

‘No way, ain’t no way. Impossible!’ She panicked inside.

Through her underwear she felt a small bulge, and she quickly figured out that she had grown an averagely sized meat package down there. Her panic increased.

Only the wet patch under reassured her a bit. There was still her trusty vagina.

She was about to run to the bathroom, when she heard a voice.

“Diana, here you are!” Hanna exclaimed as she happily walked over to her.

‘Fuck’, the new futa cursed. “Hey, Hanna…”

“Are you ok? You look pale, and sweaty!” The artist said in a worried tone.

Diana bit her lips. “It’s nothi-HMMMNnn!”

She yelped, crouching over, holding her crotch. Her new additions were building an insane amount of pressure, like it was about to explode.

Hannah stood in front of Diana, holding her shoulders.

“Whats going on, what can I do?” She asked worriedly.

“I don’t- i don’t know.” Was all Diana could say.

Hanna turned to the few guests that were around, stealing glances at the commotion.

“I’m very sorry, but could we get some privacy? And tell security not to let anyone up?”

“Right.”

“Sure”

“Fine” the guests said, leaving. Yet, around a corner that the friends couldn’t see, a curious soul stayed.

In a matter of moments after most guests had left, the pressure on Diana’s cock reached its peak

RRRRIIIIIIIPPP!!

Diana‘s underwear and fishnets ripped apart as a huge mass of meat shot out from under her dress, shooting to 3 feet length in a matter of moments.

Splat! Thump! Thump!

A massive, heavy cock hit the floor between Hanna’s legs, still growing, albeit slower than before. The chair that the goth was sitting on was pushed back by two immense testicles, which Diana was now sitting on.

The futa screamed out in a mix between pleasure and shock, Hanna having her covering her mouth in disbelief, having fallen back onto the massive slab of meat throbbing between her legs.

It stopped growing at 6 whole feet, resting on the floor, an impressive diameter of 18 inches. The tip was covered half way with foreskin, slight veins running through the large, otherwise smooth and sensitive log.

Diana’s balls were the size of yoga balls, each, and she was nestled between them.

The goth was panicking, shaking, in disbelief of what had just happened to her. Yet, the pleasuring sensation of having Hanna sit on her prick, and the cold floor beneath proved it to be real.

“No, no, what’s happening…” she mumbled, hundreds of thoughts running through her brain. Tears welled up in her face, and not willing to accept her fate, she hid her face in her palms.

“This isn’t real, this isn’t real!”

Hanna, on the other hand, was biting her lip.

If her art-style wasn’t proof enough, this was what she had dreamed of, fapped to, prayed that she would ever witness a real futanari.

Of course, she was also in disbelief by the illogically large member pressing against her cunt, and the way it had just spawned from her friend’s crotch. After a while of being stunned, she started collecting her thoughts.

She was turned on, incredibly so, but the well-being of her friend had priority.

“Diana?”

The mumbling mess didn’t respond.

“Diana? Are you ok?”

No response, again. She concluded that this was also new for the goth.

Unsure, she scooted up to the base closer to the futa, not being able to stop her horny self from enjoying the friction between the gigantic shaft and her slit. She shook her head. Not now! Priorities!

She gently removed Dianas hands from her face and carefully hugged her.

“I’m here with you. You’re ok. Let it out.” She whispered, talking both about the tears and copious amount of cum she wanted to see. She would never tell Diana that, though.

Feeling her friends arms around her, the goth snapped out of her thoughts, and slung her trembling arms around Hanna.

“I don’t know whats going on…” she sobbed.

“Why is this happening? How did I deserve this? Why am I so extremely…” …’horny’ she finished in her thoughts.

Hanna tried her best to calm down Diana.

“Shh. We’ll get through this.”

“I turned into a f-freak… why would you still be here?” The futa asked sith a trembling voice.

Hanna hesitated, but she was too turned on to lie.

“I mean… look at my art…” she blushed.

Diana then blushed, too, realizing what Hanna was implying.

“What the fuck?” They suddenly heard.

Both heads turned to a man in his late twenties, his eyes wide, staring at the massive slab of meat. Noticing his gaze, Diana bit her lip.

Spluuurt!

A massive load of precum erupted from her canon, bursting open the door that lead to the back staircase. All gazes fell on the large puddle just created by Diana.