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The guests on the first floor were enjoying their time, drinking and eating, and also flirting. A lot. Courtesy of the pheromones. All were horny to some degree.

After a long time, the woman of the hour came down from the stairs.

“Ladies and gentlemen.” She announced, grabbing everyone’s attention.

“I apologize for staying away for a while. I have been installing a new piece of art, the centerpiece of my work so far.”

She gave a meaningful pause, before continuing.

“To some it might be offensive, off-turning, or even disgusting, but I trust those of you who are still here are at least somewhat likeminded. It is an expression of what my art stands for, a balance between masculinity, femininity, passiveness and activeness. And some naughtiness, for sure.”

She elicited a bunch of light laughter from the crowd.

“I invite you all to take part in this upcoming exposé, but I hope for your understanding with a few things. No phones or cameras are allowed upstairs, and very strictly, only the masculine part of the new piece may be interacted with. The feminine side is not to be touched, explicitly. Its quite fragile.”

Letting her words sink in for a moment, Hanna stood proudly, with a smile.

“Please, follow me.”

Most of the guest went up, curious to see the ‘centerpiece’ of the art show.

All of them gasped at the massive 6 foot penis, it’s accompanied huge testicles, and the petite ‘mannequin’ sitting on top of it, unmoving.

Some left after seeing, Diana not being conform to their tastes, even commenting on it with disappointment or curses. That, though, caused Diana to react, shots of pre rumbling through the cock.

Another round of gasps was heard from the roughly 15 people who still remained. Allan was wholeheartedly being ignored.

“Ladies and gents, I present to you, ‘the shy futa’.” Hanna announced.

Diana blushed at those words, but thankfully, no-one could see it.

“This is interactive. If you are comfortable with it, you may touch it, rub it, lick it, whatever you feel like. The balls too, but be warned. Our specialist here…” she stopped for a moment.

“Allan.” He said abruptly said.

“Allan. Right. Uh, he will escort you outside if you touch the mannequin. If you are too violent with the phallus or testicles, you will also be lead outside. In short, don’t damage it, and you will be fine.” Hanna said with a smile.

“Lastly, before I leave you to your fun, the goal is to make the phallus come. It’s a bit of a puzzle, though. Good luck, and please, enjoy yourself.”

Many murmurs went around, commenting on Diana. With every word she heard, approving or disapproving, she liked it more and more. Larger amounts of pre were gushing out of the tip, and she tried really hard not to moan loudly.

It was embarrassing and shameful, but the more it was so, the better the sensations given by the cock.

Soon, people were approaching her, laying their hands on the cock. It felt real, obviously. Some sat on it. Others pinched the skin from her nuts. This is exactly what Diana wanted.

People called her freaky, sexy, hot.

If the comment was humiliating or approving, it made each touch she received a hundred times better.

The futa was breathing hard, but thankfully, people were too focused in her package to notice.

One person stuck his hand under the foreskin. Another stuck his finger into the urethra with difficulty fighting against the stream.

Hanna was observing everything very carefully, and so was Allan. He did his job well.

The artist was mentally taking notes of what made Diana release more pre, and what didn’t.

All guests were fully enjoying themselves by now. Never in their life had they seen anything like it, praising Hanna for her ingenuity, wondering how such a life-like but oversized ‘apparatus’ could possibly work.

The goth finally felt like her long-awaited orgasm was nearing. She was happy, and couldn’t wait. If it felt this good now, how would it be when she came?

Diana wanted to rub her prick so bad, but trusted in Hanna.

This went on for half an hour, Diana loving every second of it, lost in pleasure. Yet, people were starting to wonder what it needed to cum, as anything they tried wasn’t really working. Many had asked Hanna and Allan, who both stayed quiet, until now.

“My dear guests, are you enjoying yourselves?”

The answer was a resounding yes.

“Would you all like me to give you a hint?”

Another yes. Hanna laughed.

“I told you, it’s a bit of a puzzle. Here’s a hint. The mannequin has an ai that can hear and pick up verbal cues, and the huge package has touch sensors.”

Hanna knew the answer already, thoroughly having observed her friend’s reactions to all things directed at her.

The guests went into contemplation.

“I think we should be touching and rubbing it on as much surface as possible. That has to bring a reaction.” Many agreed, and thus started experimenting. Everyone was now touching some part of the cock and balls now, and in response, the flow of pre increased. They nodded in affirmation, but they saw it wasn’t enough.

“What if we go harder, and faster?” Another round of nods, and after executing it, the stream increased even more.

“How about we all try saying things one by one, and see if what works best?” They all agreed.

“Such a nice, big fat cock.” The stream stayed steady.

“I want it inside of me.” It increased a little. Not much.

“The cum is so tasty!” The stream went a tiny bit stronger.

“That’s the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen.” The stream got stronger, even shooting a large spurt.

The people were happy to see the developement.

The keys: much friction, tightness, and humiliation!

Soon, everyone was rubbing, squeezing and licking the massive package, while belittling it, cursing Diana, and calling her dirty little slut.

The futa never knew this side of herself, finding out more and more about her. It wasn’t clear if she already was like this before the transformation, but it didn’t matter now. All that mattered was her approaching orgasm, and she was bracing herself in anticipation.

“Disgusting whore!”

“Come already you slut!”

“Nasty bitch!”

GURGLE

SPLUUUUUUUURTT!!!!

Finally, it had arrived. The new appendages trembled as an insanely large cumshot was working it’s way rapidly to the tip, bulging the already huge canon even more. When the hot cream shot out of the tip like a fire hose, Diana couldn’t be quiet anymore.

The most sexual and sensual stream erupted from her, neck craned back, her whole body shaking like crazy.

The guests stood back in shock, at first, but then started cheering and clapping. They did it!

Hanna was watching the eroticly crazy orgasm while biting her lip, trying her best not to touch herself then and there.

Allan had stood up the moment he felt the trembles.

Everyone looked at the scene in awe, gallons and gallons of cum being shot down the back staircase, flooding it.

Diana was in heaven, crying tears of joy as she could finally release her inconceivable horniness, every inch of her body being doused in pleasure to the maximum degree.

Hanna noticed how after congratulating each other for ‘solving the puzzle’, the guests gazes fell on the spazzing and loudly moaning figure of Diana, having suspicions.

“Great job everyone. I think we should get out of here, lest our shoes get ruined by the fake cum. I might have messed up the calibration of quantity. Please, join me for a drink downstairs.” The artist managed to say, averting the attention, and taking people with her.

Only Allan stayed, observing the still cumming Diana.

When she noticed people were gone, she tried her best to hug her massive erupting rocket, feeling how the huge amounts of jizz painstakingly worked themselves through their confinement.

Her testicles were aching like crazy, but in a good way. The goth’s small chest was quickly heaving up and down, trying to provide enough oxygen to keep Diana awake.

She barely was.

After 10 minutes of continuous cumming, it finally died down.

Diana was lying on her now softer massive prick on the verge of consciousness, still panting heavily.

Allan awkwardly squatted behind her and caressed her back.

“Thank you, huff, Allan. For all the help.”

“I surprisingly enjoyed myself a lot.” He laughed.

Diana’s cock and balls started shrinking more and more rapidly, until after 15 minutes, they were back to the size of an average male package.

Both Diana and Allan were impressed.

Diana was happy that she could live more or less normally, except of course when she was hard.

Hanna came up after a bit, informing them that the other guests had all left.

She was relieved for Diana to see the massive cock gone. Although she missed it already.

Diana wholeheartedly thanked both of them for their help and quick thinking, and openness.

“Sigh… my life has turned a whole lot more complicated now. How much does it take for me to grow again? How many times a day will i need to release? What if i get hard in a public place, I might enjoy it for the moment, but I don’t want to go to prison for public indecency!”

Hanna could only pat her shoulder, before speaking.

“This exhibition is going to be every weekday for the next few weeks. How about we repeat this every time? I’ll work on the… disposal, and also that no one will see you, somehow. Is that fine with you?”

“Really, that would be amazing!” Diana said with glowing eyes.

“I’ll help too if I may…” Allan commented, gaining nods of approval.

Diana looked down at herself, noticing the smeared white paint, and sighed.

“Is there a shower?”

(Author note: I hope you liked this, i tried writing something new. Please comment your thoughts, and if you have ideas for future transformations! ;) )