Yes/Futa ending

Perhaps it was the shock of Jess’ sudden transformation, or perhaps it was a fatigue brought on by the spell, but in that moment I was stunned and my mind blanked at the sight of Emma. It was in that moment of hesitation that Jess leaned forward with animalistic madness and pounced on the surprised woman.

Their lips crashed together as Jess all but devoured the other woman’s face. There was a strange brutality to it all as my wife held down our neighbour with one firm hand whilst her other went to work tearing at Emma’s clothes, freeing her heaving tits and snaking down to tear away her undergarments and expose her glistening sex. Emma could only moan, arching her back, her hips rolling, arching up to meet Jess’ probing she-cock, a thick wad of pre-cum drooling from its tip.

Emma, caught off guard and lost in a haze of lust only now found the clarity to realise who was on top of her and found her gaze drawn to Jess’ fat, obscene member.

“W-what...the...” but her question was interrupted by a stab of pleasure.

Both women cried out simultaneously. Jess cock plunged into Emma’s pussy, sliding into her wet, tight tunnel, pushing its way to her deepest reaches as it stretched out her inner walls. Her shaky gasps quickly gave way to soft, pleasant moans, however, as Jess moved her hips.

“You feel so fucking good baby,” Jess spat, her face flushed with exertion and her voice thick with animal lust. “I want to keep you on my cock night and day!”

Emma’s body rocked under the increasing firmness of Jess thrusts. She found herself rolling her hips, matching her neighbour’s rhythm before long. There was a desperation to it all until suddenly a burst of ecstasy shot through her and burst out of her mouth.

“Knock me up… Ah! Mmm… Do it… Do it! Give me your babies!”

Whatever humanity that Jess held onto was destroyed in that instant, her pacing becoming monstrous, her hands pawing and clawing over the other woman’s body.

“I’m going to fuck a baby into you every day, do you understand you slut?!” Her voice was a growl, more ferocious and nasty than anything I had ever heard from my wife in all our years together. “I’m going to breed you over and over and over again! Fffuuuck! I’ll make you my breeding bitch!”

Jess emphasised the point by brutally slamming her monster cock into Emma as violently as she could, over and over until she howled a ruthless cry of release inside the battered woman. Emma trembled, cumming hard, her tongue flopping out, her eyes crossed and half-closed as she was pumped full of hot, fresh, virile sperm.

I was transfixed by this point, my own supernaturally afflicted member hardening at the sight of the obscene union. And in that moment I went forth, my cock bobbing with each step and ramrod straight. Behind me I could protest weakly, his energy zapped by the spell.

Emma was surely impregnated by my wife, but the curse was still driving me to go and spread my seed and as I looked at the two lovers I saw that beneath my wife’s new male genitalia her feminine parts were glistening, crying out in neglect. I took my cock in hand and impaled them with a single motion, causing Jess to cry out in surprise and then approval.

—

It’s been months since that day, and to no one’s surprise an onslaught of fucking soon followed. Emma quickly birthed Jess’ spawn, each of them futas like her and with a ravenous sex drive. Unlike the children sired by me, the Futanari children could go forth and impregnate others and the curse spread like a virus. Lewdington was overrun after a day. The state after a week, and the country after a month.

There are days when I feel a tiny shred of guilt, a last remnant of humanity crying out at the anarchy of sex and chaos that followed. Distantly I know that overpopulation will soon be the end of us all. But as I am, surrounded in a mass of willing and fertile flesh, such thoughts pass quickly.