Crista's Cockvore Crusade
(We are definitely entering my era of simply not caring about the titles of my fics, huh?) Written as a commission! Crista is a trans high school girl who nevertheless is self-conscious about the size of her balls. So she decides to remedy this anxiety the only way her gooner brain knows how: shrinking her other classmates and stuffing them down her dick! But just how far will she be willing to take this scheme!?
Tags:
Transgender giantess, shrinking, F/ff, cock vore, entrapment, shrunken women, nonfatal vore, endosama, cock growth
Author's Note: Not my usual fare, but this was quite fun! I'd love to do more wacky stuff like this. Hope you enjoy!
A tree bark-colored braid, a slim figure, rectangular-rimmed glasses, a shy demeanor, and not a speck of body hair to be found. All these things in aggregate defined Crista Collins as not just a picture of femininity, but one that was almost parodically quiet and reserved. Her general unwillingness to break out of her shell didn’t help, and so making the jump from middle to high school didn’t come at a any huge loss in friends or acquaintances. This remained her status quo even as she endured three and a half years of that dreaded institution, before a sudden career shake-up forced Crista to transition to an entirely new school.
But as the girl shuffled into the locker room for gym class on her first day, dumped her items on the nearest free bench, and began to disrobe, her as-yet strangers of classmates would soon notice that she was “transitioning” in more ways than one.
The first tell was her chest. It wasn’t entirely flat… but it was remarkably flat. Even at the newly-minted age of 18, Crista wore no bra, and what passed for breasts on her chest shared comparable provenance with frying pan lids. The girls around her ranged in clique and body type—some short, some tall, some nerdy, some fashionable. And yet, Crista in her androgynous flair caught the attention of all of them.
Then, the skirt came down.
Crista had to force herself to ignore the several gasps that radiated through the locker room as she nonchalantly lowered her skirt and boyshorts. She knew that turning away would do nothing to hide the package between her legs, so she didn’t bother. This didn’t mean she was particularly proud of her cock that was seven inches soft… but it did mean she wasn’t overly concerned with hiding it either.
Now fully nude, Crista took the time to apply some antiperspirant to her entire body, armpits, legs, chest. And in that time, one of the other girls finally mustered up the courage to say what everyone else was thinking.
“Y-you have… a…”
Crista looked up. The girl before her had dark skin and space puffs on either side of her head. Crista remained cautious of any who she feared wouldn’t accept her… but Toni had demonstrated herself as mostly harmless in homeroom. To that end, Crista sighed, and she decided now would be as good an opportunity as any to rip the Band-Aid off.
Crista gestured to her genitals. “A penis. Yes.”
As if in response, the soft snake hanging between her knees shifted and stirred. It buckled slightly, stiffening just a hair, before falling back asleep. Crista grimaced—she hadn’t meant to put on a show for the rest of the class, but for a trans girl who wanted to participate in a public high school and do… normal high school girl things, this was always going to be a bit of a canon event.
Toni opened her mouth again, but Crista interrupted her. “You’re wondering why it’s so long, right? Well, it’s always been that way, proportionally to be clear. In fact, that’s about the only—”
“No! Actually, ahm… I was wondering why…”
Toni gestured awkwardly toward Crista’s penis. It was hard to understand exactly what she was referring to, but Crista suddenly understood. A pink flush of embarrassment as Crista suddenly felt more naked than before. She shifted her knees close to one another, just as another of the girls spoke up.
“Yeah, actually. The dick is, like, whatever. But what are those peanuts underneath? Did you steal them from a Five Guys?” This was the voice of Stephanie, entirely nude with a towel around her shoulders, who only now walked out of the crowd to join Toni. Stephanie was a rising star in terms of popularity. Her local fame was a hand-me-down from her sister, cheer captain of yesteryear who was well on her way to similar prestige at the local university. Stephanie had built-in name recognition and clout that enabled her to quickly assemble a cohort of friends which included almost a quarter of the girls in this locker room. As soon as Stephanie spoke, everyone’s eyes went to the nuts she referred to that hung limply beneath the base of Crista’s shaft.
“I… I-I-I…” Crista stammered, and she froze. She was used to questions about her dick—she had to be. But so far, nobody had given her such a cutting indictment of the size of her balls, something she was self-conscious about. “I… don’t really know.” A part of her wanted to blame the estrogen, but she’d barely been on it for a year, and Crista’s balls were uncharacteristically bite-sized since far before then.
Stephanie sighed. “Whatever.” And she went back to dressing herself for gym, equipping a bra that provided adequate support for her C cup breasts. As if that was the signal, the rest of the girls dispersed, and while Crista was grateful that the attention dissipated, she couldn’t help but think back on the awkward conversation surrounding her balls, and the way it brought up so many unfortunate cases of body dysphoria. Crista knew that she wanted to be a girl… but she also loved having a penis, especially one so long. It was the only thing about her previous life that she was bent on keeping. She wanted to have balls she could truly love.
Crista placed her head in her hands as the girls around her got dressed, and by the time she looked up, the locker room was empty.
If only there was something she could do to acquire the body she truly wanted.
If only…
***
When Crista arrived home and took off her shoes at the door, the first thing she did was rush upstairs and shut herself in her room, thankful to be in one of the few places in the world she could feel comfortable in her skin. In her room there was no need for pants or skirts, and those were the first things Crista did away with after depositing her backpack on her bed. Crista’s PC was a monster, built for the highest end games currently on the market (that was another perk of her mother’s swanky job), and Crista wasted no time sliding into her chair and booting it up. She playfully booped one of the AmiAmi figurines on the desk—an Anya from Spy X Family in her pajamas and rubbing her eyes. Then Crista gazed back at her backpack.
Should I get a headstart on schoolwork so I can remain at the top of my class, thereby ingratiating myself into the school so that students and teachers alike accept me?
The thought swirled in her head for only a moment before Crista smiled cheekily to nobody. And she immediately started browsing porn.
Crista always had a high libido, and one thing she’d learned before getting on hormones was if you didn’t use it, you were liable to lose it. So, she used it. Every night, the virgin Crista would scour the web looking for porn that catered to her unique tastes. Typical hetslop porn rarely sufficed to get Crista off, so she often had to resort to kinks impossible to mimic in real life, and were only viable in the realms of prose writing or, if she was lucky, art.
One such kink was currently at play on her screen right now—a beautiful woman with an equally beautiful gock (and cat ears, can’t forget the cat ears) was reclining on a bed and stroking her shaft with one hand. In her other hand was a screaming man. Crista almost wanted to turn the video off when she saw the man, but the scenario itself was otherwise perfect for her, and she was in too deep now to want to get it up again, so she grit her teeth and bore it.
The futanari catgirl gave a sly grin, and she positioned the man at the slit of her erect cock. Crista leaned closer, mind ablaze.
And then the catgirl pushed him inside. Crista’s mouth gaped as the slight bulge in the catgirl’s cock traveled down, down… down… down… into a set of melon-sized testicles.
Not long after, the catgirl got to work. She stroked, needing to use both hands to get proper coverage, and Crista hadn’t even realized she was beginning to mimic the girl on the screen. A dribble of drool dripped out of the corner of Crista’s mouth as she and the catgirl were momentarily one, and on cue, both girls let out groans of ecstasy as they came.
Her balls, small though they were, gurgled and could spray respectable amounts when they wanted to. In this case, the spurt was a large one. Not the largest Crista ever had, but it was potent, and it was enough to paint a strip of dripping white across her keyboard. Crista ignored that for the moment and relaxed into her chair. Fantasy porn was wonderful, but fake. The idea of stuffing a human into her cock to grow it was as enticing as it was impossible. But it was fun to pretend sometimes.
Then, suddenly:
Rrrr-rrr-rrrinnnnng!!!
Crista jumped, and she glanced to the bed where her phone was buzzing nonstop. She wiped her hand off on the blanket, and then reached for her phone to answer.
“Hey, Mom.”
“Honey!” Came the voice of Cassandra Collins, biomechanical engineer… and Crista’s single mother. “How was your first day of school?”
Still winded from her orgasm, Crista took a few breaths before responding sullenly. “It was okay. The girls in my class are… well, they’re normal girls I guess.”
“Ohhh… sweetie, I know things can be hard when you’re just starting out at a new place. But chin up, you’ll be swimming in friends before you know it.”
Crista nodded. “How was work? Did the preliminary trials go well?”
The mother on the end of the line sighed. “I wish. The new compound is performing far beyond the projections. Too far, in fact—we would’ve permanently lost the test subject if not for Katie thinking ahead to bring a magnifying glass. The warehouse gave us 12 hours to get rid of the defective chemical, but our usual disposal people are on strike and I…”
Then, Crista’s mom stopped. “Ah… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to dump all that onto you when you’re dealing with so much already. I was just stressed. But… work is going fair. I’ll be home in about fifteen minutes.”
Crista’s eyes had glazed over for the past few minutes her mom had been speaking. Crista didn’t often think much about what ended up happening with the defective compounds manufactured by her mother’s workplace, but something about this made Crista’s ears perk up a bit and listen in closer.
“Hey, Mom, that defective chemical, what did you end up doing with it?”
Crista’s mom replied quizzically. “It’s here with me in the car—I plan to take it with me to the foundry sometime this weekend to be properly incinerated. Why?”
“No reason. Anyway, see you soon Mom. Love you.”
“Love you too, Crissy. Bye!”
Beep!
Crista’s glorping snake of a cock rested on the girl’s pelvis as she idly stroked the slick, dripping mass. And she thought.
“Could it work? Could I make my fantasy real?” Even if Crista could shrink someone—which, it was uncertain if that was something capable of being done—there was no guarantee that shoving a living human inside of Crista’s dick would even work the way it did in the drawings and the videos. Penises just didn’t work that way.
Crista cleaned herself up, using a safely-stowed roll of tissue paper inside of her pillowcase before turning off her lamp and transferring to the bed. Normally her cock would be more than sated around this time. And yet, as Crista tried to relax, she could feel its stiffening presence in her undergarments. Crista would never be gauche enough to personify her penis… but she couldn’t deny the apt comparison. It was hungry.
She was hungry.
Stephanie’s words hung in her mind, and had for the entire day. They would remain there until Crista did something about it. She wanted more. She wanted a cock and balls she could truly be proud of. She wanted to be the kind of confident, big-dicked woman that she loved watching porn about. And she wanted nobody to make fun of the size of her balls ever again.
Crista’s cock burped another bit of clogged cum, and Crista decided to let it have its fun as she relaxed into her pillow, resolute in what she planned to do in the coming days.
Don’t you worry, Mom. I don’t need to be swimming in friends. Because someday very soon, my friends are gonna be swimming in me.
It would turn out that the most difficult part of Crista’s plan wasn’t pilfering the chemical in the first place. Cassandra, for all her virtues and intelligence, was a trusting and gullible woman, and when Crista replaced the liquid within the vial with cranberry juice and transferred the real serum to an ordinary spray bottle, Crista’s mother unflinchingly ferried the fake for its destruction, none the wiser to her daughter’s skullduggery. Wasting no time, Crista undertook several trials of her own over the course of the day, firing a spritz of the liquid at various subjects—a book, an apple, and a live mouse from the basement respectively. Each time, Crista reaffirmed in absolute awe that her mother’s declaration was real. Contact with the chemical reduced them all to barely a fraction of their initial size—approximately 1:57, according to Crista’s calculations. The mouse, once released, was quickly caught and drained of its fluids by a passing brown recluse.
Lying on her bed, mostly naked as always while home, Crista swished the ruby-colored liquid around in the bottle, letting its circular motion hypnotize her as her overhead light filtered through its jeweled glow. Her dream had never before been within such reach.
The real most difficult part of achieving it… was finding the opportunity to shrink a human.
In the school environment, opportunities alone with potential marks were nil. The closest such times came were inside the bathrooms, and on a few occasions Crista did lie in wait, spray bottle at the ready, preparing to shrink the first individual she saw turn that corner… only to realize she was missing too much class instruction. Dejectedly but invariably, Crista would holster her bottle and march back to class, only to remark with indignation that a girl she passed in the hall ducked into the bathroom then and there.
Further attempts proved no more fruitful. The gym class locker rooms had none of the privacy necessary for her scheme. Study hall was constantly monitored by the watchful eyes of instructors. Some of the after-school clubs did seem sparse enough that Crista could get away with infiltrating and reducing a victim or two… but you needed to have friends to get into one of the clubs, of which, Crista had none.
None, except…
“Hey, did you get the answer to number 4?”
“Huh?”
Crista was so shocked, she had forgotten where she even was—her living room floor. Toni lounged on the couch, her socked feet propped up on the armrest as she laid the Chromebook across her lap. On the coffee table sat a more traditional notebook which Toni intermittently scribbled upon with algebraic jargon. Then, Toni glanced once more at Crista expectantly. “Well?” she said.
Crista was flummoxed. She hadn’t even realized how deep into her imagination she’d descended. “I-I got… um, x = 28.”
“Yeah, same. But the answer key said that it’s wrong. I’ll check my work, one sec. May have forgotten to carry a two.”
If Toni noticed that Crista began to stare unblinkingly at her friend, she didn’t show it. The fact of the matter, Crista realized, was that Toni was the closest thing Crista had to a friend in this school. The two had begun talking—more accurately, Toni started talking to Crista. They collaborated more and more on homework, assignments, and sometimes even talked about… girly things. It brought Crista a sense of euphoria when she heard Toni ramble about things such as makeup, lipstick, drama, and all things endemic to the female bonding experience. It made Crista feel at home in her body that Toni felt so comfortable speaking to her so frankly about such things.
But.
As Crista stared at Toni.
A mental block in Crista’s mind was crumbling, just as her loins began to stir.
What, truly, was stopping Crista from shrinking Toni even now? Cassandra wasn’t home, and she hadn’t even told her mother that Toni was coming over. As for Toni, she was—like Crista—an only child, and it was slightly doubtful that Toni advertised her friendship with the school’s only out transfem student. The spray bottle languished inside Crista’s backpack, only a few feet away. She could… just… do it.
Crista wasn’t a sentimental girl—in large part, that was why her transition had been so ridiculously easy. She had little allegiance to the past, whether on a broader institutional level or in the more micro interactions in her life. Friends, like everything else, are transient, and sometimes it’s better to let them go than to hold onto them when they no longer prove useful. Toni was certainly a useful friend to have in the Wild, Wild West that was American high school. But. Perhaps. She would be more useful slithering down her cock.
Mind made up, Crista closed her book. “Toni.”
“Hm?” Toni looked up.
Crista stood up and stretched, before looping her fingers down the waistband of her skirt and panties. “I am going to remove my pants and undergarments. Airing out my cock and balls frequently is part of the transition process; I just didn’t want to alarm or worry you.”
Toni looked like the gears in her head were spinning as she processed what Crista was saying, before she shrugged and focused again on her book. “Sure, sounds good… I guess. Hey, number 5 is actually pretty tough, I may have missed that class.”
“5 isn’t so bad,” said Crista, dropping her bottomwear and stepping out of the slight pile she made on the floor. “It’s a fairly basic cross-multiplication problem. Here, I’ll walk you through it.”
Crista approached her friend, her cock entirely exposed and lengthening slowly, as she glared over Toni’s shoulder watching her work. The scent of cocoa butter wafted into Crista’s nose, and she wondered if she could ‘taste’ them as they went down. That would be truly wonderful to test.
“Whoa, hey! It’s like you said!” said Toni, jotting down the final answer on her notebook before returning to her laptop and recreating it there. “You really are smart, you know that, Crissy?”
“I’m aware.”
Toni giggled a bit, mostly uncaring as she was hit by the wave of musk. Feminine girl she may be, Crista’s cock was verifiably masculine, and it came with masculine scents. The snake seemed to be sniffing the air, as if it were aware it would be devouring prey soon. But, of course not. That was impossible…
“Hey, I think that’s the last of ‘em,” Toni said, shutting her laptop and turning toward Crista. “You wanna watch… a…”
Crista, with a blank expression, was aiming the ruby red spray bottle at her only friend.
“There are no hard feelings, just so you know. I just… think you could be put to better use inside my balls than as a friend.”
“Wai—”
The spray exited the bottle, coating Toni’s face. She slammed her eyes shut and pursed her lips, desperately trying to wipe it off, only for the serum to absorb past the skin barrier faster than the eyes could blink. Crista stepped away as Toni flailed, and flailed, and shifted and squirmed until—
Toni was no more. The girl had disappeared into the couch cushions.
Crista’s cock lurched, as though looking for its prey, and eventually it found it—caught between the center and leftmost cushion, Toni was squabbling to avoid falling between the crack, becoming impossible to reach.
“Ah-ah!! Help! Crista! Help!!”
Crista licked her lips. “Intriguing.” Then, with the precision of someone who had done this a thousand times before, Crista reached down and grabbed Toni’s arm, dragging her up from between the seam and bringing the tiny, miserable girl before her eyes.
“You’re larger than I anticipated,” Crista noted. The girl was the length of the span of Crista’s hand, from the tip of the thumb to the tip of the pinky. Toni chagrined as her body was stretched and contorted in Crista’s back of the envelope measurements.
“W-what… what did you spray me with?!” Toni demanded.
“Topical serum for the reduction of size. Experimental government compound. Spicy stuff.” As Crista went on, she started aggressively removing Toni’s clothes, tossing them aside where they would surely be swept up in the next round of vacuuming.
“Wh-why are you—”
“Your clothes?” Crista interrupted. “You won’t need them where you’re going. Observe…”
Crista sat down on Toni’s former seat, flexing her butt as she descended into the patch made warm by Toni’s body. Crista spread her legs, allowing her cock in its erratic behavior the space to air out. Her balls, tiny though they may be, were taut and at the ready. Once Crista felt sufficiently comfortable, she lifted Toni in front of the dick, ensuring Toni was oriented face to face with the monster of an organ in front of her.
“In there,” Crista insisted with the clinical nonchalance of performing an oral examination. “You will be entering my urethra.”
“Y-your urethra? Why?”
Crista shrugged. “I want to see if doing so will make my balls bigger.” In truth, Crista didn’t expect it to work precisely like it did in the animations, though investigating just how far down the shaft Toni could go would be an interesting experiment in itself.
“Your… w-wait, is this related to what Stephanie said in the locker room a few weeks ago? About how they’re like peanuts?”
Crista turned red, and her knees suddenly shifted into each other. “No,” Crista lied. “Anyway, in you go…”
Crista switched grips, grabbing Toni’s leg and holding her upside down.
“Crista? Crista, wait! H-hold on, think about this for a bit! This is, this is insane! How am I even supposed to fit?! A-and, how long is this gonna last?! You’re gonna let me out, right?! Crista! Crista!! CRISTA WAI—”
Toni’s increasingly deranged screaming was suddenly muffled as her face was shoved into the grinning slit that led into Crista’s urethra. The experience for the trans teen was bizarre. A shock to the system. Crista’s whole body shuddered as the ultra-sensitive flesh of her cock yielded to accommodate a shrunken head… followed by shoulders.
Oh my God, Crista thought. It’s really doing it. This was going more like the hentai than she could’ve ever imagined, and she was loving it. In response, Crista’s dick became even more engorged with blood and fluid, and the insertion process became even easier. Waist-deep now, Toni’s naked legs were kicking with the fury of a thousand suns as she was shoved even further, further, further down. The shaft was noticeably bulging where Toni’s body had been inserted, roughly 60% of the distance through. Soon, all that remained of Toni free to the outside world was a left foot, held between Crista’s thumb and forefinger. Crista had no idea how or even if Toni could breathe in there, but right now she didn’t care—the stimulus of having a full human trapped inside her penis was making her see red.
“Normally I’d ask if you minded me engaging in a bit of qualitative research… but I don’t think you’re in the position to disagree even if you wanted to.”
And so, Crista began to pull Toni out, dragging her body back through the fleshy pole. Crista watched, biting her lip, as Toni’s legs were removed, coated in a mucous-like slime that made her chocolate-colored skin shimmer like it was about to melt. Her butt was even more delicious-looking, and then her back, neck… her space puffs had come undone in the chaos, and when Toni was freed from her enclosure, her head was surrounded by frizzy, soaked hair.
“Did you enjoy your trip inside of my cock?” asked Crista.
Still hanging by the foot upside down, Toni’s head swam as she beheld an inverted image of her close friend Crista. “N-not… particularly?” Toni managed.
“A shame,” murmured Crista, who proceeded to dunk Toni’s head back inside the dickslit, eliciting a new wave of struggles. “By all means, squirm as you like. It increases my pleasure seven-fold.” Crista’s mouth was jittering—it was impossible not to smile. This was a fantasy she’d had for years, and it was finally happening. The fact that it was someone she knew and who trusted her somehow made it all the better.
Still holding onto Toni’s foot when the girl was almost entirely inserted, Crista was overcome by a thought.
This could be it. The decision that separated dreaming about her fantasies from living them.
She had a human girl inside of her shaft. And the only thing stopping that girl from a long trip into her lower plumbing for who knows how long was… her. Crista.
Toni’s life was in Crista’s hands. And regardless of how loud Toni screamed, Crista’s decision belonged to Crista alone. Toni had no choice in the matter.
And that realization… made Crista unbelievably horny.
In response, her cock made the decision for her. It roared to life involuntarily, gorging on the last inch’s worth of Toni not within its depths, sending a slow shockwave of bliss radiating out from Crista’s genitals to her hips, stomach, body, all the way to the ends of her fingers and the tips of her toes. Her cock, 9 inches long and hard as hell, was practically bouncing in glee as the high school girl ventured down its length with the urgency of a sloth.
“Oh, oh fuck…” Crista had to grab ahold of her cock to keep the damn thing steady, and when that didn’t work, her extra hand came in to pick up the slack. She could feel Toni shifting and writhing beneath the layer of skin under her fingers, still helpless to do anything except flail and cry and wallow.
When Toni reached the base of Crista’s cock, Crista noted that progress seemed to stall. There was a shifting bulge at the root of her cock, as though the dick itself were charging up to shoot the mother of all loads. But, even as Crista watched in fascination, that bulge disappeared. And instead, a sudden and new-feeling pressure just… dropped. Into her testicles.
Crista swore—that singular shock felt like, for a moment, everything in her abdomen was tied to a rope and being tugged downward, and Crista almost felt nauseous as the intensity reached its peak. But… it faded, and the discomfort was replaced by a warm sensation.
Crista looked down at her crotch and noticed, with bemusement, that her cock was leaking cloudy globs of precum.
“I’ve neglected you long enough, I think,” said Crista, and she began to stroke her girlmeat. Gently and slowly at first, followed by more aggressive motions as it grew and grew, acclimating itself to the new next-door occupant. Crista drooled as her cock expanded to new heights—she was accessing immediate pleasure that, aforetime, would’ve taken hours’ worth of edging to achieve, and she was loving it.
“C’mon… c’mon… are you squirming in there? I betcha that you are… c’mon… come for Mama… c’mon… come on, fuck, COME THE FUCK ON, FUCKING FEEL THIS!!” And as the cum erupted, Crista made sure to aim her spray away from the couch, toward Toni’s closed laptop. The blast was legendary, crisscrossing over the Samsung logo before coating it so completely that the brand was invisible. Once the computer was drenched, Crista in her lust-blinded haze aimed her hose toward Toni’s backpack too, spraying nearly a liter of the gunk into its unzipped mass, dousing notebooks, textbooks, papers, pencils, and trinkets of all kinds with transgirl cum.
Once every drop of cum had been thoroughly wrung from her new and improved batter-gun, Crista untensed her body and fell backward into the cushions, gently massaging her flaccid dick. Her hands dug underneath the shaft to give her balls equal amounts of love, and Crista noticed with bemusement that they felt heavier than before.
It made sense, Crista thought. But that didn’t make it feel any less satisfying. She grinned, leaning forward to observe that where her balls were once barely the size of grapes, they had become… a great deal larger. Perhaps closer in size to a pair of oranges. And she had one person to thank.
“I hope you enjoy your new room, Toni,” Crista mused. “Because you’ll be in there a long time.”
Crista didn’t know if the activity that emerged from her balls—the pounding, following by the nascent spurts of precum—was in response to that life sentence, and she didn’t exactly care. All she knew was that feeling her new cock-pet fight against her captivity made her horny enough for a second wind. And considering Toni’s backpack had only been filled to half capacity…
***
Crista had no plans of letting Toni out anytime soon, so her wares were nothing but junk. Worse yet, evidence. As much as her heart wanted to keep Toni’s items—perhaps as trophies? That is what people typically did in this sort of situation, right?—her head decided against it. The next day was garbage day, and it wasn’t difficult for Crista to dump the soaked, gooey backpack and Chromebook into of a trash bag and deposit it into the container outside, destined for the landfill. That night, Crista went to bed thinking about her cock, wondering what it must’ve been like for its singular occupant. Compressed and constrained on all sides by the sack of flexible flesh, coated in slow-flowing cum that refused to wash off as more and more of its goop generated around her… never to be released… Hours went by as Crista lounged naked in her bed. Her libido was massive, but she managed to go the night without busting an entire load, though she did leak enough precum that her sheets would need to be changed sooner rather than later.
And through it all, while Toni would experience periods of high and low activity, there was never any indication to Crista that Toni was… like, ‘not going to make it’. In fact, by the next morning, Crista was even woken up by continued pounding and tickling coming from within her scrotum. When she reached down and inspected her balls, she was greeted by the same squirming sensation of Toni’s that she’d dozed off experiencing.
“Good morning,” Crista said drolly, bringing her legs off the side of the bed and standing up, stretching her short, naked little body in rapture. “Did you sleep well?”
Crista received no answer, save for an additional struggle that resulted in her cock hardening ever more. There was only so much stimulation she could take before she needed to vent her arousal. Crista glanced at her bedside clock—miraculously, she technically had a few spare minutes before her actual alarm would sound. Precisely enough time for her to jack off a bit.
Crista scanned her bedroom carpet for a spot that hadn’t been the victim of her solitary mating sessions lately, before settling on the area next to her clothes hamper. The pile of garments was in dire need of a wash, and the musky smells of a pubescent body in metamorphosis were enough to make Crista woozy. But it would have to do. Sauntering to her hamper, she fell to her knees and began stroking. It wasn’t long before the half-chubbed cock was at its full length, eight… nine…
Ten inches?!
“That can’t be right…” Crista measured her penis regularly, to ensure it didn’t shrink overmuch during the transition. Curious, she reached for the toolbox under her bed and scrounged for a tape measurer, never peeling her eyes away from the patiently waiting, erect dick. Once the measure was found, she unraveled it, caring only marginally about accidentally getting the tool wet with precum. She checked, and double checked, but this confirmed it. Last night hadn’t been metaphorical—her dick had sincerely grown. Not by a huge amount, but by a meaningful amount.
“Intriguing…” Crista was already pondering to herself about the possibilities in store for her. If she could not only grow her balls but also her shaft? Her cock would be the talk of the town! Everybody in the school would want to get to know the trans girl with the mightiest dick in the county!
Then, another struggle from her balls.
“O-oh, right.” Crista focused again and began her practiced method of stroking. Her cockflesh was soft, sensitive, and smooth. Her hand was capable of gliding over it easily, even in lieu of lubrication. And once additional precum spurted from the slit, she caught it and slathered her shaft with its goop, further smoothening the supple spear of flesh. After what felt like less than a minute, her balls clenched, and a high-pressure spurt of white cum glorped out onto the floor of her bedroom. Another spurt followed, and another. At first it soaked into the fibers of the carpet—when that became too much, it collected into an opaque, white puddle the size of a small plate.
The feeling of relief followed and filled her from head to toe, and Crista took in a few breaths. She glanced down at her balls and noticed that Toni—though still alive—was no longer struggling. Relieved of their capacity of cum, her balls had shrunken, if slightly, nearly shrink-wrapping around their new occupant. That would be rectified soon, Crista knew, but for now, she was entirely content.
“And it’s all thanks to you,” Crista whispered, knowing Toni couldn’t hear her. She stood up and, without stopping to clean up her mess, she got ready for school.
***
Crista was on the bus when she realized that she had to jack off again.
Seated at the back, her stop was among the first on the route, so she watched as gradually more stops were made and more and more of the seats were filled with additional high schoolers. She shrank back into her seat and tried to make herself look as unapproachable as possible, wanting to minimize the possibility of having a seat partner. With her temple pressed against the bus window and clutching her backpack like a security blanket, she must’ve looked asleep to new passengers. And perhaps this is why the arrival of one such passenger to the spot beside her should’ve come as no surprise, but it still was jarring to Crista when the girl settled her bountiful rear end close enough to Crista that she could feel the girl’s thighs shoving against Crista’s own.
Tentatively and discretely, Crista tried to size up her new neighbor.
She was tall and pale and had her nose in her phone. Her hair was done up in a brunette ponytail, and across her body little pockets of pudge had been healthily distributed to give her a plus-sized look. She wasn’t fat, but she was filled.
Suddenly, the girl’s eyes turned from the device. “Oh, I probably should’ve asked. Is anyone sitting here?”
Crista opened her mouth and responded just as the bus’s engines flared and the machine’s pistons began sending the vehicle forward. Her words were swallowed in the sound—even Crista couldn’t actually recall what she’d said in that moment.
“Works for me,” said the interloper. “I’m Brienne, BTW. And you are?”
Crista gave Brienne a stare that went on a bit too long, and Brienne shrugged. “Yeah,” she murmured, and she returned to her phone. If Brienne took it personally every time someone her age stared blankly at her, she wouldn’t be able to focus on the first thing in school.
Crista, meanwhile, was burning up on the inside. The way Brienne’s jiggly thighs were melding against her own, somewhat leaner legs, was enough to send her cock on a frenzy underneath her skirt. Crista’s attempts to keep the thing down were failing—she’d tried flattening it with her hands, but that only exacerbated the issue. Flexing a muscle often helped in the past, but when she tried, all it did was make her feel out of breath, which soon prompted another inquiry from Brienne.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m Crista,” Crista blurted. Then she yelped, and she turned back toward the window.
“O-oh.” Brienne looked around; nobody seemed to have noticed the outburst. “I’m… Brienne. Actually, hey, I don’t think I’ve seen you at this school before… are you a new—”
Crista’s head whipped back in Brienne’s direction. “I’m trans,” she chirped again, and she again faced the window, her face bright red. Fuck, what is wrong with her? Why did she keep saying the first thing that popped into her mind!?
“Trans, cool, got it,” Crista said, nodding slowly. “I… you’re… may I ask what pronouns you go by?”
Crista gulped. She didn’t… seem… entirely repulsed by her. So, she decided to respond appropriately. “She/her… hers. Girl. I’m… a girl.”
“Oh, what do you know!” Brienne quipped. “Me, too!” And she laughed, and Crista laughed, and before either of them knew it, the bus had stopped in front of the school. The two had exchanged Instagram information, and Brienne gave a cordial salutation before she slid out from the seat and walked down the aisle to exit the bus. Crista stood up too, and as she trained her eyes on her new friend’s butt, jiggling all the way, the pulsating rhythm of her cock stiffening coalesced into a single desire:
Brienne. I hope you don’t mind, but I need you to feed my dick.
Upon reaching math class, Crista fell into her desk and immediately turned 90 degrees, preparing to brief Toni on the making of her new friend before she realized that her seat partner’s chair was empty. Where once Toni’s bright lavender backpack hung on the rear of the seat and her pastel pencil case shared real estate with a journal and Chromebook, now it was devoid of any signs of life. All the brainpower Toni once used to ace her tests was currently being used to avoid being driven insane by the utter boredom and horror of being trapped inside of a trans girl’s tightly packed testicles. The reminder both sobered Crista and filled her with a new kind of euphoria. She just got into class, but already she was wondering if she could ask the teacher to use the bathroom and jack off. It wasn’t as if they’d let her do so in her seat…
As Crista considered, the door opened, and suddenly, Crista’s eyes widened. In walked Brienne.
Professor Dierdre was scrawling the most recent formulas onto the electronic whiteboard as Brienne entered. “What do we have here?” the mature, adult woman questioned as Brienne in all her pudgy glory straightened out her shirt and jeans. “Brienne, you’re not in this period. Is there any reason that you’ve chosen now to interrupt my class?”
“A-ah,” Brienne said. “Well…” She scanned the students, most of whom were bored, but some were unusually enraptured by the incident. It wasn’t very often there was an altercation between teacher and student. “I… had… I… I’m being sent on behalf of… Principal Williams!”
A minor series of gasps radiated through the crowd. The principal was known for using students as pages to carry messages and procure other students. That said, they had to wonder what the principal needed. And Brienne was none too quick to elaborate.
“For her,” she announced, sending one finger in the direction of none other than Crista herself.
Me?! Crista chuffed internally.
Professor Dierdre sighed, and she said, “Well, don’t hold up on my account. Just make sure to deliver her back here when you’re done.” And she got back to scrawling on the board.
Crista looked at Brienne, who smirked. And she snapped her fingers impatiently, awaiting Crista to hurry up and finally join her at the door to the classroom. In a rush, Crista made sure to grab her backpack not knowing what she might need in the principal’s office. Was there a permission slip she’d forgotten to sign?
The classroom door closed, and the two were left in the hallway. Crista stammered, and stuttered. “S-s-s-so, ahm, what, I, what did, Principal, what, Williams, she… um, what did—”
“Okay, shut up,” Brienne said. Her word choice was cruel but her cadence devoid of malice, so Crista saw no reason to not acquiesce. “Do you think the teacher bought it?”
Bought it?
“You…” Crista said. “You mean…?”
Brienne sighed. “Okay, we should be in the clear. Now? Time to blow this popsicle stand. I’ve been meaning to take a bit of a ditch day for a while, and who better to do it with than my new gal friend?”
Brienne winked, and she grabbed Crista’s arm before pulling the girl away, down the hall, out the door, and into the school parking lot. From then, the pair went on a trip throughout the town—to the mall, first. Brienne was kind enough to pay for the both of them to grab food. Then to the clothing store, and Crista felt a sense of gender ecstasy she’d never known before as she was eagerly asked to model swimsuits that Brienne again paid for. The pair laughed all the way to the pool of Grant Green Country Club, at which Brienne’s family were members. Now clad in a two-piece bikini, Crista cannonballed into the pool over and over again, sending shockwaves of water throughout the cistern that caused Brienne’s buoyant body to drift chaotically to the edges of the pool, smiling all the way.
“This is so fun!” Brienne managed to get out before closing her mouth again to prevent chlorinated water from entering her lungs.
Crista was a terrible swimmer, but she was decently able to float, so as her body uncurled from cannonball formation, that’s what she did. Her navy-blue swimsuit contrasted starkly with her own fair skin, and for a long while she allowed the sun to warm the front side of her body while her rear was coated by the settling water.
Brienne waded over to Crista and looked down at her lovingly, before she planted her hands on the edge of the pool and climbed out, dripping a trail behind her as she plopped into one of the deck chairs.
Without opening her eyes, Crista called out. “Brienne?”
“Yeah?” Brienne was back on her phone, shivering slightly as droplets evaporated from her ample skin.
“I could use your opinion on something.”
“Sure!” Brienne agreed. “That’s what besties do!”
At last Crista opened her eyes. Her hands dug underneath her form, into the water, to the straps that adorned each of her hips. With a single respective tug, her bikini bottom floated away. Beneath it, a mighty cock sprung free, now a lighthouse perched at the floating girl’s crotch that glistened with pool water just like the rest of her.
Brienne stifled a gasp at the display, though her expression was unreadable to Crista. Still, it was impossible for Brienne to predict precisely what it was that this cock wanted to do with the larger girl.
“My balls,” Crista said bluntly. “You see them, right?”
“I, ahm… uh… yes?” Brienne offered.
“Do you think they’re small?” Crista rushed sentence as if it were one pentasyllabic word.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhh…”
Crista lifted her head from the water and stared daggers at Brienne.
Finally, Brienne offered… “To be honest… they look… very… very… normal. Sized.”
Normal-sized.
Crista’s cock throbbed at this news. Her nuts looked normal-sized! She leapt from the water, approaching as Brienne shifted awkwardly on the deck chair. Upon reaching her friend, Crista shoved her dick into Brienne’s face. “You really think so?!”
Cheek slapped with water and precum, Brienne wanted to avoid looking at the erect dick that drooled clear, sticky fluid, and instead aimed her gaze at the still-sopping testicles that hung underneath. She was about to reaffirm her answer when she noticed something moving inside.
“Is that…” Brienne started, peering even closer to Crista’s undercarriage. “It can’t be…”
Then, another struggle. Crista couldn’t help but smile dopily as Toni renewed her assault on the all-constraining interior of her balls, and a clearly-imprinted hand pushed, pushed, pushed against the prison. Only to disappear into the dark of the muck once again.
“Meet Toni,” Crista said, seeing no real reason to keep up the façade any longer. She gestured to her combined package as though it was an award-winning trophy as Brienne observed, her face a mixture of revulsion and curiosity, with perhaps a mix of arousal in there as well. “I shrunk her yesterday.”
“You… shrunk her?” Brienne reached a hand out and tentatively laid her fingers over the smoothening orbs of Crista’s balls.
“Yes,” Crista said, putting her hands on her hips as Brienne fondled the merchandise. “I shrank her to abouuuut…” Crista thought, then put her hands together and pulled them apart to roughly half-a-foot. “This big,” she finished.
“And… she’s in there?”
Crista nodded with an Mm-hm.
“For how long?” Brienne began stroking along Crista’s cock, apparently out of habit.
The question, however, gave Crista pause. She tried to ignore the seasoned stroke of Brienne’s hand, and instead responded with a question of her own. “What do you mean?”
“Like, how long is she going to be in your balls?” As more precum spurted out of the dick, it mingled with the pool water in a way that caused Brienne’s strokes to become a lot slicker and let her pick up the pace a lot more. “Surely there’s no way you could keep her in there forever, after all—”
A blast of white hit Brienne in the face, coating her features with gooey fluid. It fell off her in drips, and she opened her mouth to sample the nut-batter before bringing her hands up to wipe the rest of it off. It fell to her breasts, tummy, neck, and shoulders. As Brienne divested her eyelids of cum, she hazarded opening them, only to realize she was now staring down the barrel of a ruby red spray bottle.
“Huh?” Brienne asked.
“Actually,” Crista responded. “I can. Just like I’m going to do to you.”
Brienne squabbled. “No, wait, I—”
Sprtzz!
The crimson haze of fluid meshed with the white crisscross of cum on Brienne’s face. The girl coughed, accidentally ingesting a combination of semen and shrinking serum, before her body rapidly contracted. The cum sadly shrunk with her—Crista would’ve loved to see how she looked as a tiny little thing squirming among the puddle of one of her loads—but Brienne was quickly retrieved and within Crista’s capable hands.
The girl sputtered even now, but when the dangling doll locked eyes with Crista, she regarded her with awe and terror. “P-please! Put me down, change me back!” She chanced a glance down, and immediately regretted it. Despite having just dropped the load that coated her, the cock was still very hungry. “I don’t want to be food for your cock!”
“Well,” Crista said matter-of-factly, “You are.” And she drove Brienne headfirst into the slit. Crista cursed, squeezing her hand around Brienne’s body to keep it from squirming too much. The slit expanded around Brienne’s shoulders with a lot more ease than it did with Toni, and Crista didn’t have to wait long before Brienne was being swallowed inch by excruciating inch.
Crista grunted. “Because that’s… what besties… do,” she finished with a gloating smile as Brienne’s body was finally dumped into the grotto of Crista’s balls.
Crista at first felt nothing. Then, more activity. Voices and screaming. Was Toni happy that she was no longer the sole occupant of the balls? Doubtful—down there was cramped enough as it was. Chances are the girls had been tangled amongst each other, limbs clutching limbs, body against body... in the darkness, completely overpowered by the involuntary processes of Crista’s libido… with only each other for comfort…
Oh, fuck. Crista had to cum again. It had felt so good when Brienne jacked her off, but as she wrapped both hands around the weapon that was her growing dick, she realized that the pleasure she got from stroking her pole on her lonesome only increased. And she pumped away and away, breath becoming muted huffs as the occupants tumbled within the steadily-gurgling cum-factory that was her nuts. As her hormones and body and brain all collided and neared climax, Crista spared a thought to wonder where this load would go. There was nothing stopping her from dumping it on the wet concrete path surrounding the pool… but that was boring! On the other hand, Brienne’s backpack was next to the deck-chair, but she’d just done that with Toni! Crista’s face twisted in pleasure and frustration, and she crumpled to her knees as her strokes ramped up in intensity, before realizing:
Brienne’s phone.
Here, on the ground, Crista found her cock pointed perfectly at Brienne’s phone. It wasn’t even unlocked—she hadn’t finished sending the text she’d started.
In a flash of inspiration, Crista released one of her hands from her cock. As she stroked, she erased the message and typed a rapid-fire series of keystrokes and sent it out.
Sry im becoming a trans girl’s ballpet T_T T_T ttyn
Then she climaxed. The phone screen was divided in half by the first strip of gunk. Then more piled atop, completely obscuring the backlit phone screen. Once the screen was buried, the excess dipped and dripped off the side of the phone itself, and the device was entirely invisible beneath a mountain of stiff, shiny peaks, like battered egg whites.
Crista wrung out an extra few dollops of cum and caught her breath before standing to height. She was getting better at this. She stepped away from the phone and empty deck chair, deciding to leave them there for someone else to deal with. Instead, she grabbed her clothes and bag, and she retreated to the locker room to redress.
“There should be a couple hours left in school,” she said, dragging her panties up her legs. “If I’m quick, I should be able to…”
Crista tried to pull the waistband of her underwear around her hips. “To…”
But her cock, ever growing, was in the way.
“I… I should,” she said with a grunt, wrenching it up and around her waist. “Be able to—”
RRRRRIPPP!
And her panties were now in shreds on the floor.
Crista looked at her balls, now substantially larger than they had been only a few days ago. And the cock, which while not quite as dramatic in its change was definitely becoming too much for normal underwear to handle.
“O-oops,” she whispered.
***
As Crista pulled the door to the school open, backpack slung over her shoulder, she had a problem.
No, the problem wasn’t that her whole body, estrogenized out the wazoo, oozed a potent, husky odor that belied her intended gender transformation. It wasn’t that she’d missed almost the entire school day and now needed to come up with a viable excuse for a multi-hour long absence. It wasn’t that she’d need to cover for Brienne’s disappearance, or even that her panties had been obliterated by her cock and she now went “commando” beneath her skirt.
The problem was that, once again, she really needed to jack off.
“Intriguing,” Crista said as she tiptoed through the halls. A tent was being pitched in her lower garment, because within them Brienne and Toni together had redoubled their efforts to escape. Each futile struggle against her ball sac was one more affirmation of the utter power of her cock and nuts, one more euphoric confirmation that this penis was indeed the most powerful penis those girls had ever come face to face with. And beyond the physical stimulation, the mere fact that Crista had imprisoned not just one but two girls into her cock made her horny beyond belief.
She’d hoped that devouring another girl into her cock would sate her urges, but it had, in fact, merely magnified them.
When Crista sidled into the nearest bathroom, she screamed in surprise.
“Where the hell have you been?” Stephanie said. The Queen Bee of the institution, her blonde hair hung down in perfectly blow-dried locks, and her arms were crossed as she glared menacingly up and down Crista’s body. She sniffed the air, and her face scrunched. “And… why do you… smell like that?”
“I, um, I-I-I, uh—” At once, every ounce of confidence that filled Crista’s body from having just devoured not one but two classmates was draining out of her. She wanted nothing more than to dig a tiny hole and plunge into it, dragging the dirt atop her on the way in. Even her cock seemed to shrink back in fear in response to witnessing this Alpha Bitch of a woman.
“Whatever,” Stephanie huffed. She snatched Crista’s wrist and began dragging her toward the exit. “Everyone’s wondering where you are. And for some reason, the principal decided that I should go looking for you. She must think we’re friends… don’t make me laugh,” she grumbled. “Anyway, let’s get you back to—”
“N-no…!”
The desperation in Crista’s voice stopped Stephanie in her tracks. She let go of Crista’s hand and turned to look at her.
“Why not?”
The question had only a trace of the Queen Bee’s typical venom, and in its place seemed to be a genuine desire for knowledge. “What is going on with you, anyway? You’ve been, like, weird these past few days. Weirder than normal, I mean.”
You’ve been paying attention to me? was what Crista wanted to say. But her mouth was dry and her mind was going in a million directions at once. All she could do was twitch as this goddess towered above her, asking what’s wrong. And in response, she took the hem of her skirt in her hands and slowly lifted it up, revealing bare a drooping, downward-facing, soft cock that neared twelve inches.
“Whaaaaa…?” Stephanie murmured, and against all odds… she blushed. “I don’t—”
Then she looked again. It was growing.
It was enough to be observed by the naked eye, yet still appeared languid. The meatstick’s soft, pliable flesh was being pumped full of blood, making it rigid and lifting its drooling mouth higher and higher until it reached full mast, heroically reaching upward and outward. The helm shone as though polished by the precum, and the staff’s veins bulged as they delivered fluids to the stiffening rod.
Stephanie crouched, and her manicured hands danced gently along Crista’s cock in an investigative, testing manner. Crista’s lips were pursed, and though her brain burned with a million responses, not a single one of them managed to make it past her tongue. So, she just stood there, silent, twitching, as Stephanie’s grip on the cock tightened.
“I’m not going to lie…” Stephanie began. Her hands now tracked downward to the testicles the size of baseballs. “This is… impressive.”
“T-thanks?” Crista sputtered. A compliment? From the Stephanie!? If growing her dick and balls was enough to attract the Queen Bee’s attention, then Crista would ensure to shrink the next girl as soon as possible.
“So impressive… that it feels unreal.” Stephanie suddenly stood back up and glared at Crista. “How’d you do it?”
“Wha-huh?”
Stephanie sighed. “You must think I’m a moron.” She crossed her arms. “I bet it’s some kind of supplement, or performance-enhancing drugs. Steroids? Testosterone?”
Crista balked at the last suggestion. That’s kind of the opposite of her whole deal, here. But though Stephanie was wrong about the specifics, she was correct that Crista’s growth wasn’t natural. And if Crista didn’t fess up now… Stephanie had more than enough social capital to ruin her life.
But there was a third option.
In a move that Crista hoped was clandestine, her hand went to unzipping her bag and pulling out the spray bottle of ruby-red liquid. Just one good spritz should do it… just need to aim—
“Hey, what’s this?” Stephanie said, snatching the bottle out of her hand.
“Nooo!” Crista screeched.
Stephanie stopped, and stared at her. “Um… sorry…?” Then she handed the bottle back to Crista, who plucked it out of Stephanie’s grip and caressed it lovingly. Stephanie rolled her eyes. “Some kind of cleaning product?”
At that moment, the bathroom door opened, and another girl that Crista saw occasionally stepped in. The moment she spotted Crista—cock out, at half-mast, facing Stephanie with some residual blush still on her cheeks, she stopped.
Then, she turned, and prepared to exit the bathroom altogether.
Can’t let her get away, can’t let her get away, can’t let her get away…!
And, Crista muttered a quick “I’llshowyou,” before aiming the bottle at the fleeing girl and squeezing the trigger.
Her backpack shrank before she did, snapping on her shoulders before the rest of the red mist coated her neck and hair. In any case, she hadn’t even reached the threshold before she became five inches tall.
“What the fuuuuuu…” Stephanie murmured, enraptured as Crista took several slow, calculating steps toward the interloper, gleefully crushing the backpack into unrecognizable dust before crouching down and plucking the girl up into her hands. She screamed, and squirmed, and cried, and begged all manner of begs even as Crista no longer cared to listen. She instead held her out to Stephanie.
“Want to do the honors?”
Stephanie glanced at the tiny girl. Then, she glanced down at Crista’s dick, which had become rock hard as Stephanie relished the power and control shrinking someone could engender. Then… she took a second look at Crista’s balls.
Her squirming, twitching… squeaking balls? W-were those… voices?
Stephanie finally put two and two together as she took their visitor into her hands.
“So… that’s how you did it. You’ve been shrinking girls… and stuffing them down your dick.”
“Is that weird?” Crista asked. Her concern was legitimate.
Stephanie crouched, eye level once again with Crista’s cock. For a long moment she simply stared and pondered her response, and the urethra stared back. Then, mind made up, Stephanie spoke. “Oh, it’s weird as hell. But I don’t mind weird shit when it’s super fucking hot.” And Stephanie opened her mouth, drooling at the size of the dominating piece of meat adhered to Crista’s hips, and she dragged her tongue over and around the rod, here in the middle of the bathroom. She didn’t care if another intruder arrived—Crista could simply spray them again. Assuming Crista could focus enough to aim—right now, her eyes were rolling in the back of her head as Stephanie’s practiced mouth coated the dick into a layer of lubricating saliva, polishing it down to a glistening shine.
“That should do…” Crista lifted the horrified interloper up to the slit of the nearly foot-long cock. It was an unreasonable length even when she was at full size. Now? The cock was quite literally twice as long as she was now tall. It also seemed to have a mind of its own, following her as she dangled from Stephanie’s fingertips. And the combination of Stephanie’s saliva and the drooling precum from the slit gave it the appearance of a deep-sea eel, a predator that was keen to swallow anything it could wrap its dilating mouth around.
“Bon Appetit!” Stephanie declared, shoving the toy in feet first.
“Wait, wait!” The minuscule girl yelled as her ankles and calves were slurped up by the voracious dick. But Crista still couldn’t hear her. She couldn’t hear anything. She didn’t even know the girl’s name. All she could feel was satisfaction as her almighty dick claimed another victim, destined to live out the rest of her days in the dark, cramped, elastic wastes of her ball sac. Stephanie grinned and giggled sultrily as well, enjoying the feeling of condemning this intruder to the depths almost as much as Crista enjoyed being the final resting place of another human being. She licked her lips as the girl was sucked in to her hips, waist… she tried to spread her arms out and physically block herself from being pulled in deeper, but the pressure from Crista’s balls was simply too much, and soon her arms were above her head, pinched between Stephanie’s forefinger and thumb to ensure an easy transition. Finally, her chin and mouth were dragged under, and her incessant blubbering was muffled, now and forever. Her fearful eyes gone moments later, leaving a few scrambling arms and fingers only for them to be wrenched underneath as well.
As soon as she was gone, Stephanie jumped into action. She knew she had little time, and she opened her mouth to take in the tip of Crista’s dick again. Crista felt the moist softness as Stephanie entered blowjob mode, taking in as much of Crista’s twelve… now thirteen-inch length as she could manage without vomiting outright. Stephanie had plenty of experience… but Crista’s was a beast wholly unlike anything she had ever managed before. And yet, she needed it. She needed this virile firehose to unload in her throat. She needed to prove that she was worthy to take such divine nectar. Stephanie was no stranger to both soft and hard power, but she acknowledged that she was powerless before this dick. And she liked it that way. Doing what she could to provide it—and by extension its owner—pleasure, would in Stephanie’s mind be no different than righting a long-ignored wrong.
“Oh, God, fuck!!” Crista yelped. God, she could never sound cool when it came to this sort of thing. “I’m, I’m cumming!” And she grabbed the back of Stephanie’s head and pulled her in. It was impossible to make Stephanie smooch the base of her cock, unless she wanted to bruise her trachea. But she was able to get mighty close, turning the girl’s pale, perfect skin blue as she unloaded rope after rope into Stephanie’s stomach.
And it just kept on coming. More cum was ejected from the cock, filling Stephanie’s belly, before it came up the way it went in, and suddenly Stephanie was overwhelmed from shock and oxygen deprivation as the cum filled her mouth, bulging her cheeks before erupting in a near-vomitous burp. Stephanie collapsed to the floor, eyes only barely blinking upward as her body attempted to suck in clean air. An attempt that was futile, as Crista stood over her, giggling as her firehose of a cock continued to spew more and more cum across her face, body, hair, just about every bit of exposed skin on the girl.
After what felt like multiple minutes, the flow began to quench. Crista wrung out a final spurt, painting a miraculously untouched bit on Stephanie’s cheek to solidify the girl as fully glazed. She nodded, then—without even taking a moment to clean herself of the scent of sex—left the bathroom and Stephanie to their own devices. If she made it to her last period, she could avoid getting a write-up for playing hooky. Though, in all honesty, her academic achievement had finally begun to take a back seat to a more important desire:
Getting as many girls inside of her cock as possible.
“I wanted to ensure you understood the lesson objectives we discussed before second period, so don’t start packing your bags just yet…” Professor Dierdre chuckled at the groan her class stifled, and she returned her attention to the electronic whiteboard. “Rest assured, I’ve forewarned your instructors of your impending absence. Nevertheless, you shall be held for naught but a few minutes. Anywho…”
The instructor was in the process of writing the word “Fibonacci” when the door burst open. The class jumped at the sudden intrusion while the professor gave the visitor a casual glance. “Crista. Nice of you to join us. You’re just in time for the final review. Please, sit.” She gestured toward Crista’s empty chair. “And… maybe drink a bit of water, perhaps? You’re perspiring like a mule. Bad for your complexion, you know.”
Crista was bowed, hands on her knees, and panting. She was moist all over and dripping with fluids that her classmates could only assume were sweat, but many suspected were… more than sweat. Her gaze was hidden behind her undone hair, up until she lifted her face to the class, twisted in a snarl of primal need coupled with an embarrassed flush. She didn’t move.
“Well, if you want to spend the rest of the period standing in the doorway, I shan’t stop you. As long as you’re getting the notes down.” Professor Dierdre went back to the electronic whiteboard.
Crista’s hand went to the bottle stuffed into the waistband of her skirt. Oh, how desperately she wanted to simply spray everyone in this room and get it over with. But once they were all reduced, it would be like trying to herd mice to collect them all. But she didn’t have much time left in class either. What to do…?
Like she often did, Crista clammed up, and she shuffled toward her desk. Her feral hunger had waned in the face of expectations. Shrinking someone in secret was one thing, but doing so out in the open was entirely different. What if they all laugh at her freakish cock? Had she shot past her intended desire into the realm of absurdity? Well, she didn’t want to answer that question here; she’d wait a bit longer and figure something else out, she’d—
“Wait!!”
The class gasped—including Professor Dierdre. Crista turned to see the commotion:
Oh God. It was Stephanie.
She was less kempt than Crista had been, and in her cum-drunk state she saw no reason to freshen up. Streaks of semen in varying states of dryness still crisscrossed her face and blouse, and her belly remained distended from the immense volume of batter that sloshed within. Nevertheless, her own gaze was just as focused as Crista’s had been, if not moreso. She trained it on Crista and pointed. “Why haven’t you shrunken them yet?”
Crista put her hands up in embarrassment, not entirely settled on an answer. The rest of the class looked at them in bemusement and concern.
“I’m sorry?” said the professor with a raised eyebrow. “Shrink? Shrunken who?”
“You!” Stephanie pointed accusingly. “And her! And her! Definitely her. All of you bitches.” She marched into the room and yanked Crista’s arm, who yelped. Stephanie raised it high in the sky and shouted in triumph, “We all deserve to be shrunken down and shoved into Crista’s beautiful transgender dick!”
She stopped, perhaps expecting some sort of applause. None was forthcoming, but Stephanie’s own inhibitions had died in that bathroom. She turned to Crista. “C’mon,” she whispered with the restraint of an addict. “Where’s the bottle? With the red stuff?”
“I-I-I…” Crista’s hands trembled as she unholstered her spray bottle. They shook as she handed it to Stephanie—
But Professor Dierdre was quicker. She plucked it out of Crista’s hand before it entered Stephanie’s orbit to both girls’ chagrin. Stephanie tried to leap for it, but the older woman had little problem holding Stephanie’s uncoordinated, discombobulated form back as she examined the vial up close.
“So this is what’s been making such a fuss throughout the school? And it… shrinks people?”
Stephanie was tired out and refused to respond. Crista only mustered a simple nod.
“I see. Class?”
The class, who had been observing the incident with rapt attention, suddenly faced their professor. “It would seem we’ve been neglectful in our manners. Crista here is a new arrival, and we haven’t been doing our part to make her feel wanted in our school. Today, we put that to an end.”
The Professor sauntered over to Juliet, who was one of the few students to not be entirely trained on the incident before her. She was playing with a slime glob underneath her desk, and she only had the time to look up and turn her mouth “O”-shaped before a spritz of spray landed on her forehead, shrinking her to a hair’s breadth under the length of half-a-ruler.
Crista was aghast.
Professor Dierdre grabbed the fleeing teen on the chair seat and turned back to Stephanie, who was equally flummoxed at her teacher’s behavior. “Steph, be a dear and get our friend ready.”
Stephanie grinned, and with no preamble she yanked Crista’s skirt down her waist, revealing it to all. It was half-chubbed and pointed down at a slight slant—not entirely flaccid, but getting there. Yet, revealing her cock to everyone in this exhibitionist manner was enough to make it twitch back to life, and Stephanie massaging the thing for a few moments with her mouth brought it back to full capacity.
Crista knew that such libido was impossible. She should’ve been in the dead middle of her refractory period—she’d cummed a literal gallon just today, in multiple sessions. No creature on the planet should have this kind of stamina. The only explanation was the presence of her balls’ passengers. Their movement and constant stimulation provided not only the emotional turn-on of being the mothership to a whole gaggle of girls, but also the physical massaging necessary for her testicles to operate at a semi-permanent overdrive in terms of cum production. It was as implausible as it was undeniable, and Crista could imagine no other rationalization for it.
“That should be enough,” Professor Dierdre said with a grin at Stephanie. The taller girl pulled her lips from Crista’s dick and pouted before making room for the instructor to enter their orbit.
“Our new classmate, Crista, has made no secret of her identity,” the professor began. “Now, here at this school, tolerance is our number one rule. However, recent rumors have indicated some students have made Crista feel less than due to the size of her balls.”
The professor tap-danced her trained fingers on the wriggling sac beneath Crista’s shaft, and the trans girl became flustered. Dierdre took a perverse glee in extracting such a reaction from her student, and she continued.
“So, to make up for this, I am condemning all of you to be fed to Crista’s cock, indefinitely.”
“WHAAAATTT!?” The class technically didn’t all say this at the same time, but the feeling of their discordant outburst came out to roughly the same sentiment. All the girls looked at one another, then to the trio at the front of the classroom.
“If Crista felt that shrinking others and stuffing them down her dick was the only way to be accepted as a new student, then giving her what she wants is only fair. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Crista’s eyes were bulging. She hadn’t expected her teacher to be so tolerant of her crusade to super-size her semen factories. Stephanie looked guilty as hell, but she tried her best to force it down and let the horniness overwhelm her once again.
“Teacher,” Crista said. She turned down to her instructor. “I—”, and Crista subsequently clenched her being as Professor Dierdre inserted her fingers into the slit, making just enough room to jam the head of a shrunken high schooler inside.
“N-no!! Don’t eat me! I’m an Honor Role student! I tutor at the community center!! My APUSH test is next week—MHFMFM…!”
Her pleas went dark as she was stuffed and pushed down into the shaft. It bulged as the girl traveled down slowly, condemned to join the damp, sticky orgy of limbs inside of Crista’s balls.
“T-T-T-Teacher…” Crista started again, each time failing from the stimulation of a new prisoner in her testicles. God, that feeling never got old. “I d-d-don’t understand. Isn’t… aren’t you… I mean, thank you, but this isn’t supposed to be—”
“Nonsense,” Professor Dierdre said, wrapping her mouth around Crista’s penis and bringing it back to rock-solid hardness. The blowjob she gave was quick, and brutally efficient. Her tongue knew all the right places for stimulation—it was as if she’d been trained in the art of getting throatfucked. When Crista blasted a minor load into the professor’s mouth half a minute later, barely the faintest drop of cum slipped out from her lips. The professor wiped her mouth on the sleeve and, as if nothing happened, continued. “It’s my fault for not noticing earlier. I must apologize, Crista. I only hope that relinquishing my class to flounder in your testes for the rest of their natural lives will be sufficient remediation to atone.”
The professor stood to full height. “Okay, are there any volunteers?”
Had Stephanie not been breathing in husky need, the class would’ve been pin-drop quiet. Then, a hand rose from the back of the class. It was a Niobe, a transfer student from Uganda. She had a shaved head and a very pretty face. “Toni’s in there, right?”
Professor Dierdre offered a half-smile, and she gave an inquisitive glance to Crista, who grunted. “Y-yes. She was the first.”
“Then that’s where I want to be!” Niobe announced. She ascended from her desk and approached the front, relinquishing her clothes as she did so. “These’ll just get in the way,” she murmured before finding her place, entirely naked, before Stephanie, Crista, and Professor Dierdre. “I always had a crush on her, so… this’ll give me everything I wanted.”
“She wasn’t exactly… ‘happy’ to be there,” Crista clarified with a dark smile. “And it’s pretty dark. It’ll be hard to tell anyone apart, and all.”
“Oh, I’ll make it work.”
Professor Dierdre shrugged, and she blasted Niobe with the serum. The girl so quickly she was still in the air when the serum finished its work, and only through Stephanie’s quick reflexes was she caught before hitting the ground.
“I’ll do the honors,” Stephanie announced, though her way of going about it wasn’t exactly honorable or distinguished. She carelessly shoved the girl inside, not even hearing what she had to say about her new tiny-fied life. Like the others, Niobe was swallowed down by the cock, the balls swelled and tightened, and the shaft inched a bit longer. Fifteen, now.
“I’ll choose the next one,” the professor said, and she pointed her finger wildly before it settled on an Indian girl named Jiya, who jumped. She’d been observing the entire display quietly, but she hadn’t expected the needle to fall on her.
Jiya shot to her feet. “I’m not going in there!” she exclaimed, and she made a break for the door that was quickly interrupted as several other girls practically tackled her.
“Oh yes you are,” Marie said, forcing the girl’s blouse off.
“You’ve always been such a know-it-all,” said Lilac, grabbing clumps of the girl’s hair and dragging out any clips, pins, or ties.
“You fucked up the grading curve during the physics midterm. That’s unforgivable,” Brandy said with a delicious, righteous glee as she unzipped the girl’s pants. Together, the three captors took sheer delight in ripping off every article of clothing from Jiya’s struggling form, much to the hooting and hollering of the remainder of the class. Shoes, socks, bra, panties, nothing was prohibited. Jiya never stopped fighting, even when she was carted before Crista, Stephanie, and the professor, so the others had to physically wrap their arms around Jiya to keep her from moving too much.
Dierdre raised the spray bottle, then frowned. “Er… I can’t get a clean shot.”
“Oh, just take us all at once,” Marie said. The other two blanched at her, but the professor simply smiled and cheered: “The more the merrier!” Spritz!
Before any of the captors even knew what hit them, the entire quartet dwindled to a pile of limbs on the floor. They had yet to disentangle from each other when the professor picked them up—they hung in a chain like monkeys in a barrel, none wanting to let go and crumple against the ground below.
“Bottoms up,” said the professor with a wink, and she dipped the bottommost girl’s foot into the slit of Crista’s ravenous cock. Shhhhlurrrrp…
“Oh, ffffff…” Crista was about to lose her footing, and Stephanie circled her and held her up by the arms before she collapsed entirely. There was only so much stimulation she could take, and even if her cock had nigh-infinite stamina, the rest of her body didn’t. What made this incident even more intense was that usually Crista had the chance to take some sort of breather after her dick ate a girl. Not so here; in this case, after Brandy was fully ingested, she was immediately followed by Jiya, whose foot Brandy had been holding onto at the point of entry. Jiya struggled and tried to pull Marie down with her, but Crista’s cock got to her first. It was nearing a dozen girls swallowed by now, and it was getting increasingly efficient at that act. Marie was stoked to be going down the slick waterslide that was Crista’s prehensile penis, and she made sure to whoop loud enough to let the class know of her enthusiasm as she was swallowed. Lilac was the opposite—as soon as she was shrunken, she seemed to shut down mentally and emotionally. She didn’t struggle, didn’t fight, and merely tolerated Marie’s grip on her ankle. She was stuffed inside Crista’s cock with all the ceremony of inserting a hot dog into its bun.
“Holy… fuck, fuck, fuck…” Crista was entirely limp in Stephanie’s arms, but her balls had been given a new lease on life with the four-piece combo meal they’d just sucked down. Forget grapefruits—her testicles were the size of coconuts, and before long no fruit would be comparable. Her dick was now firmly in weapon territory, and looking down the barrel did instill a sort of dread at what such a body part was capable of.
“So, there’s not many of you left,” Professor Dierdre said. “Why don’t we make this simpler for everyone?” She once again opened the slit to Crista’s cock with one hand, and invited the remaining students with a singular gesture using the other. “Go ahead. Come and feed yourselves to Crista’s cock. It’s what she deserves after all, and serving as filling for a gorgeous set of genitals like this one is at least as worthy a fate as whatever else you were planning on doing after graduation.”
There was a brief silence during which the students shuffled uncomfortably. Then, one girl stood up. And another. And another. The final array of students. Crista’s cock was throbbing with pride as they lined up, orderly and disciplined, preparing to insert themselves one by one into Crista’s cock. The protocol was simple: the professor would hold the slit open. Then, the girl would crouch, taking Crista’s dick into her hands and inserting their fingers into the urethra. Had her cock been normal sized, the introduction of such large foreign appendages would’ve been more than Crista could bear, but she’d long since surpassed such trivial apprehensions. Once the girl was firmly grasping the lip of Crista’s dick, Professor Dierdre would spray her, shrinking her to the size of a mouse. The slit would become a chasm for them to crawl through, subsequently making room for the next victim to repeat the process. Rinse, repeat. Their expressions ranged from sullen to excited to stone-faced to teary-eyed. But despite this variety, not one attempted to make a run for it. Some way or another, they’d all internalized what their professor had said. The only real value their lives could have at this point was in the feeding of Crista’s cock. Not even Crista was certain that was true—she was a porn-brained hikikomori who spent the lion’s share of her free time jerking it to big-dicked incest porn after all. But frankly, as one by one her cock was filled with yummy, tiny, delicious girls, she couldn’t complain. If they folded this easily anyway, maybe the professor had a point.
As the last dainty legs disappeared down Crista’s cock, she looked down upon the monstrosity. Nearly two feet from the base to tip, it was a legendary instrument. So much blood now engorged her shaft—itself leaking a pint of precum every minute—that Crista was feeling lightheaded. Her balls hung low and swollen, now the size of overripe melons, though they felt far denser and heftier as they swung pendulum-like from side to side with every slight movement Crista made. The bunched wrinkles of the sac had been tamped out by the skin stretching at the outer edge of its limits, massaged by the ministrations of almost a hundred limbs. It was everything she’d ever dreamed. The idea of ever wearing undergarments again was a closed question, let alone skirts or pants altogether. She had the feminine body she’d desired since birth, and yet her cock had survived the transition, becoming something that any self-respecting woman would and should be grateful to suck.
In her addled mind, Crista tapped a finger to her twitching cock, and in a burst, the instrument exploded, splattering Professor Dierdre’s face as she examined Crista’s dick up close. The first rope was powerful enough to hit the far wall, and the subsequent ropes were voluminous enough to fill the empty chairs and desks with an overflowing mess of gloopy globules of baby batter. The thick fluid piled on every stable surface it could find, coiling into viscoelastic peaks before collapsing into hot, steamy puddles under their own weights.
As Crista caught her breath, however, she realized something strange.
“I… I can cum again.”
“I’m counting on it,” Stephanie said hungrily; she’d laid the girl on the floor and was preparing to take another stab at devouring the elephant cock attached to Crista’s waist. Only when Crista physically stopped her did Stephanie abate the assault.
“No, I’m saying… I can cum again. Right now.” Until this point, she’d suffered from a period of fatigue where she’d need to rebuild her energy between ejaculations. Ever since her cock was switched to a steady diet of girls, this refractory period became shorter with each meal but never to the point of disappearing entirely.
Until now.
“You don’t mean…” Professor Dierdre touched her chin with an inquisitive look. Then, she tapped a finger to the crown of Crista’s cock. Sure enough, a second spurt emerged, somehow stronger than the first. Tabletops, notebooks, and corkboards that somehow missed getting drenched in the first onslaught suffered being drowned in the second. Soon, half the class had been thoroughly glazed in a layer of jiggly whiteness over an inch thick, with plenty more dripping in sheets down the wall and windows. Crista’s hips gyrated as she pumped out the sticky semen, but she felt no hint of fatigue. She quite literally could do this all day, and she only stopped once the natural physical ejaculation cycle ran its course, leaving the trio crisscrossed with cum, standing (and sitting) in enough of the stuff to fill a retaining pond.
Professor Dierdre gave Crista a knowing smile. “The implications are astounding. I take it this means… your cock has finally been sated?”
Crista allowed her head to fall back on the floor, damn the hard concrete. Between pants, she muttered, “For now. You two… can… drink your fill.”
Stephanie didn’t need to be asked twice; she dove onto Crista’s cock, bobbing her head back and forth like a perpetual motion device. It didn’t take much for Crista to cum again—her belly was still full from the last meal, so most of the product came out of her nose with any leftovers being coughed out as Stephanie tried to escape the blast, realizing she’d bitten off more than she could chew. But Crista wasn’t done with Stephanie yet; perhaps she still retained a measure of ire from their locker room exchange that precipitated this debacle in the first place. Nevertheless, as Stephanie tried to lift her face off of Crista’s cock, she was grabbed from the collar by Crista, the meek trans girl now full of energy. Stephanie managed a gasp before she was dragged back onto Crista’s dick, her neck bulging obscenely as Crista held the girl down on her fuckpole. Stephanie squirmed and writhed and tried to escape, and each time she was almost successful, Crista pulled her back down her shaft’s length again. It was a rougher bobbing motion than any consensual blowjob, but it did the trick, and Stephanie was too oxygen deprived to put up anything approaching a real fight anyway. Inside her throat, Crista’s cock was delivering heavy cream straight to Stephanie’s still-bloated stomach, distending the poor girl’s tummy more and more by the second. Stephanie’s eyes were bloodshot, her face was red, she looked up at Crista pleadingly.
Crista smiled, delighting in the softness of Stephanie’s hair as she pulled her closer, and closer, kissing her groin. Stephanie kicked; the kicks lacked the energy of one at full health, but their desperation made Crista concerned, especially as Stephanie had such an important piece of Crista’s anatomy between her teeth. But after more than a minute of this back and forth, Stephanie’s eyelids flickered, and her movement slowed and stopped altogether. Her kicks waned to twitches, and she entirely passed out with a gut that now looked like it was pregnant with triplets.
Only then did Crista relinquish Stephanie from her service. She did the difficult work of extracting her log-sized cock from Stephanie’s tight throat. And she collapsed on the floor too.
Professor Dierdre had been watching the affair with rapt attention. Took one look at her near-unconscious student, then returned her gaze to Crista.
Crista mustered a cheeky expression from the floor. “You’re sure you don’t wanna join them in there? I bet I could make it work.”
“Oh,” said the professor, standing to full height. Even after being in the crossfire of Crista’s latest epic ejaculation, all she needed to do was wipe away the excess (into her mouth) and straighten out her dress, and she looked decently presentable enough. “Maybe someday. When your cock has had its last fill. A few cities’ worth, perhaps. When I’m older and a bit less spry, I’d love to be the cherry on top of a life well lived. But until then, I’m more than happy to engage in my true calling.” She headed for the door.
This caused Crista some alarm—she was too exhausted to move anything of hers that wasn’t her cock, and she didn’t want to be left alone with only a comatose Stephanie for protection. “W-what’s that?”
“Why, getting as many girls into your cock as possible, of course!”
That made Crista happy.
“I’m sure your other instructors are wondering where the students have gone.” Professor Dierdre swished the spray bottle in her hand with a knowing smile. It was still about three quarters full. “I think you and your little T-girl dick should let your latest buffet acclimate to their new home. When I come back, hopefully they’ll have made just enough room for dessert.”
Ms. Dierdre slipped out the door. Crista tried to yell after her to wait and come back, but the excess of blood that had been redirected to keeping her dick erect made it hard to focus on anything. All Crista could do was pant, and sweat, and writhe, so she writhed close enough to Stephanie to use the girl’s belly as a warm and sloshy pillow.
“Dessert… huh,” Crista murmured as her own eyelids flickered. She would like that very much.
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