Duel of the Fleshcrafters (Futa, Growth, Huge dicks, tits & asses, Giantess)

Story by Phen

After a drought of smutwriting, the writing bug bit me last weekend, and I managed to write another bit of smut.

It's a simple idea, but a really fun piece in my opinion. Two novice fleshcrafters (AKA they do growth shiz yo) duke it out to see who's the best and the biggest. Lots of spooge, lots of banter, lots of growth, and a spot of giantess at the end, because I want to push some buttons.

A particular Audiophilekitsune pic helped spur my imagination: http://audiophilekitsune.tumblr.com…..e/134145707216

EDIT: Okay, I went through an manually added spaces instead.

Duels between students at the fleshcrafter's college were always an eye-catching affair. Their bodies were often enchanted past normal human proportions or configurations owing to their particular branch of magic, and they used their very flesh to as reservoirs of magical power. As their enchantments grew, so did their ability to absorb mana from the astral plane, going round and around in an astounding feedback. The goal of the duals was ostensibly to grow more massive than the other, but given the extremely sexual nature of the enchantments, it invariably descended into a content of stamina as the duelists gave in to the desires that their monstrous endowments demanded.

Official duels drew crowds, and they were often very destructive - although the viewer fee's that the college were able to extract made it well worth it. However, they frequently had trouble stopping the dueling novices...

Early sunday morning. The corridors of the college were empty, with staff and students alike sleeping in after another weekend of debauchery and lewd spells. The garden outside the dormitory could have been plucked from a catalogue: Lush and well kept, with a clear, blue sky overhead and small birds singing cheerily from the trees.

This was the battleground.

Deidre showed up first. Despite the early hour, her short, brown hair was nearly combed and her chosen battle-dress was impeccable. As impeccable as a revealing, crimson shirt and outragously short miniskirt could be. The formfitting garments made it abundantly clear just how stacked and curvy Deidre was. No underwear were permitted to hold her form, and her plump nipples tented clearly through the thin fabric atop her shapely breasts, and her skirt was hard-pressed to contain her wide hips. Her figure was an ideal of female sexuality bordering on the obscene - but the fat cock that hung between her legs marred that image some. Deidre put it proudly on display, the head of the thick shaft just barely touched her knee, and even her hefty, melon-dwarfing balls were exposed below the hem of her dress.

She marched out into the early morning sun with her hands balled into fists and eyes constantly scanning her surroundings. With nobody else in sight, she started pacing back and forth along the travel path that lead through the garden, with such impatience that her fat cock slapped audibly against her thighs with every step. "Alright, you bitch, she muttered, and shot a glance towards the gate leading to the dormitory. "Ready to kick your ass."

Several minutes passed. A squirrel skittered through the grass and into a bush on the other side of the path.

Deidre sighed. Do I get extra points if I have to drag her out of bed, first?

Then, at last, a figure appeared. Gwen, Deidre's great challenge, shuffled out into the garden in a tattered nightshirt and pajamas bottoms, with such a serious case of bedhair that her long, blonde locks looked reminiscent of a furball. Even in such a state, she looked impressive, however. Her shirt was several sizes too large, and it still had trouble containing her massive breasts, heavy and perky and big enough to pass for basketballs if not for their pleasant teardrop shape and the equally oversized nipples at her front. One of them poked through a hole in the shirt, showing her pink, puffy areola without a hint of shame. Her bottoms clung to her voluptuous hips as well, several tears in the fabric letting her ivory skin peek out here and there. And, of course, the front of her pajamas was stuffed with cock as well, the unmistakable bulge running down her plump thigh and straining with every little movement. A dark, wet spot sat at the tip of Gwen's badly contained cock as excess cum drooled down her leg.

"Finally!" Deidre said, and put her hands on her hips. "I was beginning to think you had chickened out!"

Gwen stifled a yawn while the gravel crunched beneath her slippers. "Easy there, champ." She stretched her arms. "You're the one who has to get up early to study. I'm just talented." A sly smile appeared on her lips as she added: "And I've been putting those talents to use all night long."

"Well, if you're so eager to drain yourself before our showdown, be my guest." Deidre grinned and reached down to heft one of her smooth, swollen nuts in her hand. "Me, I've got a lot of juice sa

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