"But, It's Good!" - A Futa[cola] short story

Story by rclassact

This story comes from an art trade with Genyun, who presented me with the challenge of writing a short story incorporating "Futacola". While giantess fiction is still my preferred genre, futa is pretty fun to play with as well (as I've discovered through my current story in-progress). Hope ya'll enjoy!

Note: I'd been lurking this forum under a different username a while ago, which led to this awkward post in the 3rd person tense a while back. Yes, that was/is my story, and I've since updated my username accordingly.

But, it's Good!

by RobClassact

"Groceries!"

The dorm room door swung open, and Tiffany bounded in with a full grocery bag slung over each shoulder. Payday made her even more chipper than normal, as she was able to refresh her supply of food and snacks, which she rarely had the willpower not to power through prematurely. The mini-fridge she shared with her roommate Cara could only hold so much, so they had to be efficient as well as thrifty to make their stash last. Tiffany pretty much lacked willpower in general, which fostered a fair amount of friction between she and her roommate, Cara.

Seated at her desk, Cara set down her tea and buried her face in her Sociology textbook, though she was less reading and more hiding. Given the small room and Tiffany's huge personality, it was difficult to ignore her roommate, though it didn't stop her from making a concerted effort. While she didn't at all think Tiffany provoked her intentionally, it bugged Cara that someone could so easily get under her skin. Tiffany, meanwhile, hummed to herself and bounced on her toes as she unpacked the grocery bags, her large blonde curls bobbing in rhythm. Cara had nearly succeeded in tuning her out, when the familiar sound of a canned soft drink being placed on the desk made her wince.

"Oh, Tiff, tell me you didn't."

"What?" Tiffany had only half-finished putting the groceries before sitting down at her desk and tapping the top of her soft-drink. "I put away all the cold stuff, so now I'm going to enjoy my well-earned reward for getting all the shopping done before noon."

"That's exactly my point," Cara said, abandoning her reading. "You really bought more of that stuff?"

Tiffany reached into a bag and retrieved a package of greens, which she held up at Cara. "It's a mixed salad, with only a little bit of Kale. I didn't buy the whole kale bunch because it takes up too much room in the fridge and you said you didn't like it."

Cara rubbed her temples in agitation."No, I'm talking about that drink."

Tiffany reached in the bag again, this time retrieving a small carton. "Soymilk? I got vanilla, like you asked." She stuck her tongue out in apparent disgust. "Ugh, I can't for the life of me understand why you even—"

"No! I'm talking about that soda. You know, the one that's making you...um…" Cara pointed to a pugnacious bulge in the crotch of Tiffany's gray yoga pants so large it tugged the waistband away from her skin. "God, is it even bigger than yesterday?"

Tiffany popped the lid of the glossy, black 16-oz can with Futacola in large, green print on the side. "Probably. I had one on the walk back too. This is my second one today."

"I can't imagine you would have left the house looking like that."

"It wasn't that big when I left. I didn't think it would get so big so fast!"

"Wait a sec, it's still growing?"

"Well, duh." Tiffany said, rolling her eyes before putting the can to her lips and swallowing a large gulp. She shivered with delight and gave a satisfied smile. "Mmmmmm! Still as good as the first taste. God, this stuff is so good." She felt a stirring in her pants and she casually patted her protuberance with a comparatively small hand.

"Tiff, it...that stuff is making you grow a dick. Like, a HUGE dick.."

Tiffany took another sip, before taking a look down at the visibly straining seams around her midsection. "Huh. I guess. That could be what's causing it. I don't really know for sure. You think I should see a doctor or something?"

"What the heck do you mean 'could be?' That is it," Cara nearly shouted in exasperation. "It says it right there on the goddamned can."

"You know I don't like to read nutrition labels. All they do is make you self-conscious. Anyways, they take everything out-of-context. I mean, what about the rest of my diet? I think I eat pretty well. So I like to treat myself every once and awhile. Is that so wrong?" Tiffany took another long swig, her fingers idly drumming on her swollen crotch.

Cara gestured indignantly at the can. "Tiff, it's in plain fucking English in huge white letters." Tiffany gave resigned sigh, taking a quick swig befor

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