There is a place for everyone (Excessive cum, futa on futa, oversized, cumflation)

Meryl woke up to birds chirping and the sun shining in through her window. She turned her head to see two birds cooing in her windowsill. It would have been a perfect way to wake up if she had not already been in such a foul mood.

Slowly she sat up on the side of the bed, yawning as she stretched her arms. Moving over to her full body mirror, she ruffled her short, fiery red hair. She had dyed it that way a few days ago, as she had felt a bit daring. ‘Not anymore.’ Looking at herself in the mirror, she agreed that “tomboyish” would be a fitting description of her, and she liked it that way. She was pleased with her body with her perky B-cup tits, slender figure and a bit pudgy stomach. It would have been perfect if not for one tiny detail.

She flicked at it with her fingers, annoyed by its very existence. Right above her female sex, a small cock rested. No more than 2-inches long. ‘But I know better.’ She had been born as a futanari, which while uncommon, it was not unheard of nor looked down upon. Futanari usually had smaller female and male parts, but this is where she differed. Whenever she got aroused, she questioned whether it would stop growing or not. She’d measured it of course. Eleven inches long and five inches wide at its thickest. ‘Ridiculous, what could I ever use it for?’

The thought of having sex set things in motion though, and soon it grew to half its length, hanging down by her feet. Sighing, she decided she might at least get some relief as she entered the bathroom.

…

The warm water had a soothing touch to it as it washed over her naked skin. That feeling was soon overpowered by sweet relief, as her cock had reached its climax. Crying out, she pumped it with both her hands as it splattered the shower curtains with vast amounts of cum. Panting heavily, she looked up.

“No!” She angrily shouted! Cum was stuck on the ceiling again, leaving yet another annoyance that had to be dealt with. ‘Where do I store all that cum? What use could I ever have for it?!’ Drying herself off, she decided to postpone cleaning the ceiling for later. She did after all need a new job, and that was the real reason for the foul mood, among others.

She had tried her hand as a swimming instructor in the park, and she had actually enjoyed her work for once. Unfortunately, some idiots had decided to have sex in one of the bathroom stalls during her instruction lesson yesterday, and the sounds had aroused her more than she cared to admit, not actually having had sex before herself. Imagine as you might, to hide a foot long cock with a bathing suit is not a very easy task to do. To complicate matters even further, it had been a two piece. She had been forced to resign, and left the place with only half a month’s pay. To make matters worse, this was not the first time it had happened. Every other job she had ever had, had been lost to her because of her cock or her ineptitude.

Her stomach grumbled as she hunched over. Hunger had hit her full force, and the fridge was empty. ‘Might as well go to the marketplace.’ She quickly dressed in some baggy clothes. Passing as a boy while outside would let her escape most of the “accidental” rubbing against her ass by random passersby, and these clothes seemed to do the trick.

…

Munching on an apple she had bought from a fruit vendor, Meryl enjoyed the warm weather. She had found a rather secluded spot for her break, as she wasn’t very fond of massive crowds of people all roaming about.

“Excuse me mister, but I need to place this sign here.” Looking up, she saw a girl in a rather skimpy waitress’s outfit, nudging her with a large sign. She had apparently seated herself in front of a restaurant of some sorts during its opening hours.

She moved out of the way while excusing herself. As the waitress started placing tables and chairs outside of the restaurant, Meryl read the sign:

“Waitresses needed! Past experience preferred, not required. Please apply inside.”

Winching, she knew she wouldn’t like it very much, and probably get terrible tips. She did not like the sly looks customers would give her, and there would certainly be plenty of them if she had to wear as skimpy an outfit as the other waitress. But she was without work, and she needed money. Defeated by her own reasoning, she entered the restaurant.

“Cumin!” The sign read. She wasn’t sure if it was a spoof of “come in” or because they used cumin in their food, but it was the restaurant’s name. She walked over to a burly looking man in a chef’s outfit, busy directing people around.

“Excuse me.” She stood by his side.

“Yes, I know we are lacking ingredients, but we will just have to make do with what we have. Use it sparingly, and make sure not to spill anything!”

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