Growing (Futa/F, Size, Excessive Cum)

I fucked up her eyes. I always fucked up her eyes. Every time I tried to draw her I'd get that lustrous hair, that perfect nose, those plump kissable lips, those graceful curves and elegant legs all down to a T. And then I'd fuck up her fucking beautiful eyes. Every goddamned time. I tore the offending page out of my sketchbook, crumpled it up and stuffed it into my pocket, ready to take back to my room for safe disposal.

It was a good day for drawing her, even if I was bound to fail as usual. It was a hot day in early June and half the campus of Whitford University was lazing on the lawns outside the main arts building, wearing as little as possible without risking arrest. All expect me, of course. I was clad in my usual baggy jeans and hoody. In usual British weather this was a perfect kind of camouflage, but on a day like today it was a recipe for self-conscious roasting. Still, old habits die hard, as the adage goes.

I leaned back against the tree where I'd found the perfect vantage point from which to study her magnificent form as she sat on the grass with her friends, talking, laughing... It was weird how they treated her like normal, like they couldn't see that she was the most beautiful thing in existence. True enough, some of the lads in the group would steal a peek at her tantalising cleavage, (casually displayed as it was in a tight green vest top) when they thought she wasn't looking. But boys will do that in basically any situation, with basically any cleavage. Cerys deserved so much more than a casual eyeing up, she deserved some fucking reverence. Devotion. Worship. She was Cerys the Exquisite, Cerys the Immaculate, Cerys the Unfuckable. I sighed, stood up and started to wander back to the halls of residence, where I intended to wank myself into a carefree stupor, then drink my way into a self-pitying coma to the accompaniment of Mahler and the beast-like rutting of the slut in room 14.

Oh yeah, I should probably mention at this point that I'm a futanari. A chick with a dick, as they say. Though that kind of implies that that's all I've got, but you know how futanaris work, don't you? We're bumbling through childhood just like any other girl, innocently minding our own business until all of sudden puberty comes crashing into us like the Titanic ploughing into that fucking iceberg, only in this case it's the iceberg that does the sinking. It starts with an itch… an almost imperceptible tingling about an inch above your vagina. That lasts a week, maybe two, and then things get fucking weird. A small lump appears, you ignore it. The lump gets bigger, you ignore it some more. The lump starts to look less like a lump and more like a… well, like a little flaccid dick. You finally start to think about going to the doctor, telling your parents… more likely just telling a friend, though that's a one-way ticket to instant social outcast status and years of whispering behind your back for the rest of your schooldays. So you more likely say nothing, you just sort of ignore it, as best you can. But the damn thing keeps growing, keeps lengthening, fattening. You lie awake at night with raging hard-ons that won't go down no matter what you do.

So one day you give in and you finally touch it. You touch it like you've never touched it before, the way it's meant to be touched, the way it's been longing to be touched all along. Then boom. Cum everywhere, and I mean everywhere. It's on your tits, your face, your legs, your hair and all over the fucking

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