My Crush... was a Futanari!? Pt. 02

This is part 2 of an ongoing series. Mechanics of transformation explained in chapter 1, but isn't necessary to understand this chapter.

(Trigger Warning: this chapter contains very mild elements of NTR as part of the narrative, which is quickly resolved.)

Chapter 2 -- Scene 1: "The Morning After"

I woke up sweaty, not from a nightmare, just a low constant heat, like a memory I couldn't shake, clinging to my skin, my breath, my everything.

I felt the soft brush of Kei's hoodie. Even though I wore it as I slept through the night, it still smelled like Kei.

Still felt like Kei.

I buried my face in the collar, hoping it would smother the flush in my cheeks.

It didn't.

Images flashed before my eyes... The Confession, Kei removing his... their binder, the magical kiss that temporarily transformed me and Hana into futanaris. Fluxing, Kei called it. How rare it was to find someone compatible. How I was one in a million.

Next was Kei's porcelain skin. Hana's voluptuous body. Kei's mouth on my neck. Hana's kiss. The way my body had bent to theirs like it had been waiting its whole damn life to get wrecked that perfectly. And how those changes seemed to disappear without a trace moments after.

Then came the embarrassing things: caught in 4K by Kei's parents, Daisuke and Yumiko, Kei casually suggests polyamory and talks about commitment and grandchildren, all in the space of one evening.

I let out a muffled groan.

"What the hell was that," I mumbled. "What are we now?" I asked myself, but there was no answer, just the chirping of birds outside, and the beating of my traitorous heart, still fluttering from those memories I wasn't ready to revisit.

I shivered as the cold water hit my body, the mild stench of mildew filled the air as it washed away remnants of last night's activities.

Avoided the mirror.

Getting dressed felt like wading through soup. I couldn't tell if I was tired or dizzy or just stuck in whatever post-euphoria spiral my body had decided to drop me into. I pulled on my uniform with mechanical slowness. Threw Kei's hoodie over everything anyway, because I couldn't make myself take it off.

Downstairs was still, like normal. Not unusual. I just stepped into my shoes, opened the door quietly, and walked into the soft gray morning.

Chapter 2 -- Scene 2: "School Tension"

School smelled the same as always... Chalk dust, overripe bananas from someone's bag and discount floor polish. The normalcy was almost enough to convince me last night hadn't happened. Almost.

I turned the corner near the shoe lockers and there they were, Kei and Hana, together, chatting away quietly.

I stopped, not because I was hiding, I was just... calibrating. Kei wore that same unreadable expression: calm, distant, like nothing fazed them, while Hana was a little more jittery, fingers fidgeting with her cardigan sleeve, eyes darting like she was trying not to look suspicious. Or flustered. She's failing miserably.

We all made eye contact. Shit.

"Hey," Hana said, stepping forward. "You made it."

"Wasn't gonna skip," I mumbled.

Kei nodded. "Good morning."

I flinched. Not because of what he said--but because of what I remembered. That voice. Against my neck. Saying things like--

Nope. Nope nope nope.

"Morning," I replied, wanting to disappear into a cloud of steam.

"I like your jacket." Kei said.

I raised my eyebrows. "Was that... a joke?"

"I thought a sarcastic remark would lighten the mood." Kei stated, rather matter-of-factly. "Did it work?"

I resist every fiber of my being from jumping and tackling him to the ground with hugs and kisses. Damn it, Kei!

"Eight out of ten." I said, trying to sound nonchalant, but my blushing face says otherwise. "Looks better on me, anyways."

Hana giggled. "Good job, Kei." Kei nodded.

Something in me clicked. How much of that line was Hana's idea? Did Kei have to rehearse to say it? Was I that much of a livewire that they had to walk around eggshells with me?

My smile faded.

"We need to talk about last night." Kei said. "When we--"

"Don't." I interrupted. It was all too much: the crash out, the sudden commitment and the fact that we had all seen each other very, very naked. "I just... I can't deal with this right now, ok?"

I turned and walked to class, avoiding their gaze, but every now and then I caught Hana sneaking glances at me, like she wanted to say something but didn't know how. Kei just walked, hands in their pockets, pace unnervingly smooth, but with a worried look on their face.

Homeroom was worse. The second I stepped into the classroom, I felt it. Not words. Just... eyes. Someone elbowed someone else. A snicker. Rumors were already in orbit, but I sat down and pretended not to notice.

Kei was two seats to my right. Hana was across the aisle. We all tried to look like nothing was different, but I could feel the maelstrom of emotions building inside me. Joy? Jealousy? Arousal? Shame? I'm not sure yet, but one thing was certain: Something had shifted, and things won't ever be the same again.

Chapter 2 -- Scene 3: "Infirmary Escort"

Second period started dragging by. My body wasn't listening to the lesson. My mind was even worse. I kept tapping the back of my pencil against my notebook, trying to ground myself with the sound.

Kei looked normal, of course he did, but Hana looked... less so. She kept shifting in her seat and wiping her palms on her skirt. Her cheeks were red--maybe too red.

About halfway through the lecture, she leaned forward and gripped the edge of her desk. Kei turned his head, just slightly, like he had been watching her the whole time. Hana turned to Kei and whispered something.

Kei raised his hand. "Excuse me. I'm taking her to the infirmary."

I sat up straighter. Murmurs began around the room. The teacher glanced back to quiet the noise before turning back to the blackboard. "Take a pass."

Kei helped Hana to her feet, steadying her with one hand on her lower back. I watched them walk out of the room together, watched as she leaned into him like he was the only stable thing in the world, watched as Kei adjusted his pace without saying a word.

I didn't move. Didn't ask to follow. Instead, I just stared at the empty doorway long after they were gone.

Chapter 2 -- Scene 4: "Idle hands"

I didn't talk to them again after that, not at lunch, not between classes, not even when Hana caught my eye and half-raised her hand, like she was about to wave. I just kept moving. Maybe because I was jealous. Or even sad...

But mostly, I think I was afraid.

Afraid that if I said something, did something, whatever magic happened last night would disappear, vanished like morning fog. That I was just a third wheel for someone sweeter. Or softer. Or smarter. For Hana.

So I played it safe, kept my head down, let Kei walk ahead in the hallway, pretended Hana wasn't waiting for me by the stairs, and when the final bell rang, I was the first one out the gate.

I didn't remember walking home, but I found myself at my front door anyway. Didn't bother calling out, just climbed the stairs, shut my door, and curled up in bed, hugging Kei's hoodie.

"What am I doing?" Again, the birds outside seem to be the only thing answering.

As I sniffed the hoodie for remnants of Kei's scent, that's when it started. An itch. Not a real itch, not like something you could scratch, but it started in my spine. Then down my thighs. Then somewhere low in my stomach. A heat. A pressure...

I shifted, already feeling too warm. My fingers dragged down my stomach. I gasped, not because I was aroused, I was, but because it felt like I was missing something, like the night before had opened a door and now my body wanted to run back through it.

I swallowed, and then I did something dumb.

I slid a hand under the waistband of my shorts. The moment I touched skin, it flared. The need. The phantom pulse. I Wanted to touch something I had yesterday, but wasn't there now. My breath caught.

And right before I could go further... My phone buzzed.

"Fuck!" I yelled in frustration. I grabbed my phone, but before I could throw it, my stomach dropped as I saw the name.

Kei.

Chapter 2 -- Scene 5: "Just Once"

I stared at the screen for a while, then tapped to answer and held it to my ear, breath unsteady.

"... Kei?"

Kei's voice came through, calm. Predictable. Safe.

"Don't."

I froze.

"I wasn't--"

"You were."

I swallowed hard.

"How did you--"

"You're not the only one craving," he said quietly. "I timed the call."

"You what?!"

"I estimated when you'd get home, when the first withdrawal window would occur. I was two minutes off."

I sat up, face burning. "You make it sound like I'm--like this is some kind of addiction."

"In a way, it is."

Silence. I didn't hang up. Kei continued.

"It's called cravings," he said. "Post-flux craving. Phantom touch. Hormonal imbalance. Emotional echoes. I wanted to talk about it at school but..."

"... I was avoiding you." I whispered. "I... I didn't mean to."

"I know," he said again. "None of us did."

More silence. Awkward. Tense. Hundreds of things I wanted to say but couldn't find the words.

"You're not broken, Rika."

Fuck.

How does Kei do it? Find just the right combination of words to make my heart flutter. If I could dive into the phone and appear at his side right now, I'd give him more than a hug. Much more.

"Can you... say that again?"

"You're not broken. Addictions are chemical. Your body's just looking for something it remembers."

I muffled a scream into Kei's Hoodie. Of all the things to misinterpret. Stupid Brain. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

I pressed the phone to my ear, then curled tighter into myself.

"Right. The cravings. Well, I didn't even finish..."

"I know. That's good. If you had, it would've gotten worse."

That shut me up. Silence again.

Finally, Kei asked, "Do you want to come over?"

"YOU. CANNOT. JUST. ASK. A GIRL. TO COME OVER." I said, indignantly.

"Why not?"

Damn stupid sexy Kei. I didn't want to admit how much I wanted him right now, but I had to hold on to SOME semblance of control. I took a deep breath, then replied, softer: "Just... maybe not tonight. Not yet."

"Okay."

More silence.

"I'll call again tomorrow morning," he said. "And I'll leave my door unlocked, just in case."

I was about to shout something back at him, to say how dare he insinuate that I would cave under my bodily needs. But I knew. I was being stubborn, while he was being helpful. "Okay." I managed to answer. And just before the line clicked dead, I heard him whisper--

"Try to hold on."

I held the phone long after the call ended, like it still carried his voice, like it might say one more thing if I waited long enough... but nothing came.

I stared at the ceiling, my breathing shallow, my heart trying to beat itself out of my chest. The urge hadn't left. It pressed against my ribs, curled under my skin, pulsed low and deep like some memory I couldn't unlearn.

I swallowed. Kei said it would only get worse if I gave in, but the heat was still there. The emptiness. The ache.

I whispered into the evening dark--so quiet it could've just been a thought: "Just once wouldn't hurt... right?"

Again, no answer. Just the chirping of birds as I sank my hand lower.

Chapter 2 -- Scene 6: "Rock Bottom" (NSFW)

That was dumb. That was really, really dumb.

One moment I was reaching down to touch myself, now I'm outside, still in my ruffled school uniform, in the middle of the night, walking around while my clit throbbed and my pussy was drenched.

Things felt amazing at first. The temporary relief as I touched myself was intoxicating, like scratching a nasty itch. As the pleasure built, I felt the need to stroke my cock, long disappeared after the fluxing day before. I teased my clit, the closest thing to the sensation I'd had before, but it just isn't the same.

"Don't come... just..." I trail off. I wasn't fooling anybody. My fingers are more daring now, my thumb and index finger forming a ring where the base of my cock would be, while my middle and ring finger explored the insides of my vagina. My other hand cupping my breasts, teasing my pert nipples.

My climax came. And went. Like the intense feeling was bottled up. My body seemed to light on fire as it craved more stimulation, the kind my current body couldn't provide. It felt like a feedback loop, amplifying my pleasure until it was a distorted mess.

So yeah. A few orgasms later, I'd had enough. Pride be damned. Romance be damned. I need to cum. From my cock. Just a few more steps before I reach Kei's house, before I can relive that sweet sensation of having my throbbing 8 inch cock burying itself in--

"What's happening to me?"

I said to myself. Again no answer, but the birds were silently asleep, their chirping replaced by the sound of crickets.

"You're not broken." Kei's words echoed in my mind. I took a deep breath, ignoring the chafing and discomfort, as I sauntered towards my destination. I soon found myself in front of Kei's house, gently turning the knob to confirm that it was unlocked. I was shaking with anticipation, the urge made me want to run upstairs and swallow Kei whole right now, but I had to creep in quietly. Last thing I wanted was for anyone else to find me, especially Yumiko.

I hastily took off my shoes, but as I tiptoed down the hall, I stepped in something... wet. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw it. A light trail of droplets on the floor-- thick, wet, and all too familiar. I turned back and noticed what I hadn't before: a pair of school shoes, small, feminine.

Then I hear it. Carnal. Muffled moans. The telltale rhythmic sounds of flesh hitting flesh. As I made my way up the stairs, every fiber of my body was pulling me backward, telling me to stop. But that damned ache between my legs reeled me in closer, to witness the inevitable.

The door to Kei's room was ajar.

I peeked.

Chapter 2 -- Scene 7: "Midnight Heartbreak" (NSFW, Mild NTR)

The first thing I saw was Kei's hand on the back of Hana's head, cradling her as she nestled her face in Kei's bosom, in their welcoming embrace, her long hair bouncing in time with the curvature of her own breasts. Then, as my eyes draw lower, I see Kei's legs, crossed over Hana's waist as he sat on the bed, while Hana stood on the floor, knees bent, leaning forward, ramming her cock relentlessly into Kei's welcoming heat. Hana whimpers uncontrollably, while Kei's eyes are closed, his expression unreadable.

Ow.

Owww...

The pain in my chest. It's unreal. It hurts. More than anything I've ever felt. A cocktail of emotions too complex for my heart to process: guilt, jealousy, self loathing, sadness...

My mind raced, connecting the dots. Hana was more susceptible to Hyperflux, to give into lust. Of course she had it worse. I bet they went and fucked just like this back in the infirmary at school. I hated that I was too self centered to notice, too proud to listen and too stubborn to ask for help.

But the worst part? I hated the way they fit together like a jigsaw puzzle. I don't belong here. I'm just a third wheel in their perfect love story, a statistical anomaly. I should've trusted my instincts, should've walked away when I had the chance. So that I didn't have to witness this. Feel this.

So... why was I still standing here?

And why the FUCK am I so turned on right now?

My pussy was drenched. My juices flooded out and ran down my thighs. My fingers found my folds, but as I started, I knew immediately that this won't be enough. I stopped...

... and opened the door.

I stood in the doorway, panting. Kei and Hana Froze. The silence was deafening. No one dared to move, to talk, to explain. Just the heavy sound of panting, coupled with the fear of being caught, and the arousal of three teenagers at their peak.

Time stood still. We all waited, for the guilt, the shame, for something to break the spell. An embarrassed scream, a jealous outburst, someone frantically trying to explain the situation... but none of that came. Just silence. We all slowly realized that in that instance, nothing was out of place.

Kei reached out to me, arms outstretched, waiting for me to take his hand.

His hand. That was enough.

I practically fell into Kei's embrace as our lips met, the distinct tangy taste, the musky scent. I hadn't rralized how much I missed this, how I didn't want it to end, but the electric sensation pulsed downward, as my clitoris slowly engorged into a penis, all 8 inches of it.

I gently stroke it. Mmm... that hit the spot, like finally finding that area on your back that was itching all this time. But before I could continue pleasuring myself, my lips were captured by Hana's. Smaller, sweeter, fragrant, just as I remembered.

As our lips parted, Hana's eyes wandered lower. I followed her gaze, as she used both hands to part the lips of her vagina, dripping wet in a debauched display.

My eyes flared up as I drank in the visual of such a lewd act coming from someone who was normally so pure.

I press the tip of my cock at Hana's entrance. it puckered in response, sending a gentle wave of sensations to both my cock and hers, as it twitched inside Kei. I gently ease myself in, more naturally than when I did it the first time with Kei, but the tightness is beyond words. I work myself in, inch by delicious inch, every movement threatening to send all three of us barrelling over the edge.

Finally, I bottom out, our hips meeting in a loud slap. Hana gasps, unable to stop herself from going over the edge. Her vagina pulsed wildly, sending shockwaves of pleasure to both my cock and Kei's Vagina. I rode the wave, holding on as much as I could, not wanting my cum just yet. The night was far from over, as both Hana and I needed to cum from our temporary cocks before our bodies could go back to normal.

As the wave subsided, Hana began to move again in earnest. Slowly, I try to match her rhythm, echoing her movements, the slight delay maximizing our pleasure. In-in. Out-out. In-in. Out-out. The speed and intensity rising rapidly when--

We both came.

My cock shot wad after wad of pseudo semen, flooding Hana's insides, while Hana simultaneously unloads her torrent into Kei's vagina. It was heavenly, like a weight was lifted off our shoulders. As our temporary appendages shrunk and disappeared, I felt sated, full, my hunger dissipating.

Chapter 2 -- Scene 8: "Walls crumbling down" (NSFW)

Poor Hana almost immediately drifted off to sleep. I now notice the bags under her eyes. She must have held back as long as she could, but needed to visit tonight anyways. I turn my attention to Kei: tired, sore, catering to Hana's needs before their own, but most evidently, pent up and rock hard.

"Thanks, Kei..." I said "For lending me a hand."

"Was that... a joke?" Kei replied.

"Did it work?"

"Eight out of ten. Besides..."

Kei lies back, pulls me down, as I land on top of him in slow motion.

"... You look better on me anyways."

KYYAAAAAAA~ I can hear the screaming chorus of K-Drama fangirls, me included, as Lady Gaga and Bruno Mars sing a duet in the background.

"You understand..." I straddle him, ready to give him his well deserved release. "For saying that, I will fuck you very, very hard now."

"Hold on..." He said, as he reached into his drawer for a fresh pack of condoms. "I never imagined... there comes a day when I have to use this."

I pause, not knowing how to feel. Maybe it was the so-called post nut clarity, maybe it's that creeping thing called commitment rearing its ugly head. Everything suddenly felt less casual and more real. It's not like Kei got anyone pregnant, but to Kei, finding a soulmate, let alone two, must have placed the same kind of pressure on him.

Am I part of Kei's dream for the future, or am I just a burden? A complication?

But none of that matters, at least for now. Kei finished putting on his condom. He needed release, and I was there to provide it.

I resume my movements, straddling Kei as they lay back on the bed, running my folds up and down Kei's erect cock. As I felt Kei's tip touch my entrance, I sank myself down slowly, relishing every bit of Kei's member. It didn't hurt. Not this time.

I concentrate on the movements, as I become acutely aware of my femininity. No longer the brat running circles causing headaches, just a girl giving in to her bodily needs. As Kei grabs my breasts, I arch my back in response. I felt them twitch inside me as tension built, their release impending.

I get off my knees to squat on my feet. My hands placed firmly on Kei's breasts to brace myself. I moved faster, my hips slapping obscenely as I chased my climax, with Kei's close behind.

We both came.

The spasms of Kei's cock seem to pulse in tandem with my insides, shooting wads of pent up semen inside me. As the waves of pleasure washed over us, it dawned on me. THIS was sex. Pure. simple. No pressure. No fluxing. No cravings. Just us. I wonder If Kei noticed it too.

We kissed. Gentle. He removed himself, his seed filling the condom to the brim. I finally collapsed beside him, exhausted. Too tired to think, I curled into Kei's arms, and drifted soundly to sleep.

Chapter 2 -- Scene 9: "The Morning After Again"

I woke up sweaty, not from a nightmare, just a low, constant heat, like a memory I couldn't shake, clinging to my skin, my breath, my everything.

I felt the softness of Kei's skin. Even though I slept next to them through the night, it still couldn't get enough of their scent. Their touch.

I buried my face in his pillow, hoping it would smother the flush in my cheeks.

It didn't.

Images flashed before my eyes... The Endless craving, the arduous walk, the heart wrenching moment of seeing Kei and Hana together, and instead of evaporating into the night, I jumped in to join that mess.

I let out a sigh, content, yet questioning the nature of our relationship.

"What are we now?" I asked myself, but there was no answer, just the chirping of birds outside, and the beating of my traitorous heart, still fluttering from those memories I wasn't ready to revisit.

The door creaked gently open. Hana stepped in, towel snug around her chest, her hair still dripping little trails down her collarbone. She froze when she saw I was awake. She smiled, a little awkwardly.

"Bathroom's free," she whispered as she crept in. I nodded, did my best to stand up despite all the aches, and waddled past her quietly down the hallway.

As I entered the bathroom, I walked past the mirror, turned on the water and stepped into the stream. The heat soaked into me. I tilted my head back and let it wash over everything. The warmth was a welcome change, and it dulled my senses for a while so I didn't have to think.

I stayed in longer than I had to.

Eventually I shut off the water, stepped out into the fog, and dried off.

I stopped in front of the bathroom mirror, fogged up from the steam. I looked... fine. But something in my eyes had shifted.

I wasn't sure who I was seeing anymore. The third wheel? The fluke? Or someone who might, just maybe, have been invited in.

A small hamper basket was placed conveniently at the bathroom entrance. A change of clothes: T-shirt, shorts, even fresh underwear. It was as if it were prepared beforehand. Unfortunately, each item was a variety of pastel colors, with cute designs that I'd never pick for myself. I put on each piece, not all fitted perfectly, but at the bottom of the hamper, there it was...

Kei's hoodie.

Still soft.

Still oversized.

I pulled it on again, like muscle memory. The sleeves dangled past my hands. It felt perfect, After all... it looked better on me.

Chapter 2 -- Scene 10: "Breakfast With Strangers"

As I walked downstairs, the kitchen was already buzzing with sounds and smells of activity. Eggs sizzling in a pan. Soy sauce. Freshly cooked rice. Something warm and nostalgic lingered in the air.

I hovered in the doorway.

Hana stood at the stove, tongue peeking out in concentration as she flipped something that looked vaguely edible. Yumiko hovered beside her, gesturing like a drill sergeant.

"Lower the heat! You're not branding cattle, darling."

Hana giggled, bright and breathless.

Yumiko smirked, then reached out and tucked a stray hair behind her ear before returning to her tea like it was nothing.

And that's when I felt it.

That same feeling, that sinking heartache last night. That sense that Hana fit in perfectly while I was the frayed edge.

I shrank into Kei's hoodie. The hem brushed my thighs. I hoped it might anchor me to the floor. It didn't.

Yumiko finally glanced up and spotted me. "Oh, good," she said cheerfully. "We didn't scare you off. Sit down! You're family now."

Family.

The word hit harder than it should have.

I didn't even realize I was backing up until Hana noticed.

"Rika?"

Too late.

I turned.

I ran. Like a coward.

Chapter 2 -- Scene 11: "Stay"

"Rika, wait."

I froze, one hand already on the door. I didn't turn around. Not because I didn't want to, but because I wasn't sure I could hold it together if I saw Hana's face.

Soft footsteps behind me. Then a hand on my sleeve.

Not grabbing. Just... holding.

"I know you want to leave," Hana said. "I'd... want to leave too, if I were you."

I stayed still.

"I saw your face," she continued. "When Yumiko said 'family.' Like it didn't fit. Like you didn't know what that meant."

I swallowed.

"You're not wrong," I whispered. "I don't."

Silence.

Then her voice, quieter:

"Me neither."

That made me turn.

"I'm always taught... to be polite," she said. "To stay in line and get things done. So I spend too much time obsessing over everything, over preparing for every scenario."

Her voice cracked. Of course. That explains the clothing selection in the hamper.

"But I'm scared too. I lose control every time I'm... together with Kei..." She turns beet red. "And each time I wake up from that haze, I see Kei, tired, having to deal with my needs. I wanted you there last night, not because of my selfish cravings, but because we needed you. Kei needed you."

Her eyes found mine. My throat tightened. I saw the same eyes in the reflection in the mirror a moment ago, scared, but hopeful.

What would I say to myself, right now?

I took a deep breath.

"You're not broken, Hana."

Hana's eyes widened. then softened. A smile draws across her face.

"... and you're the glue keeping us together. So please... Stay."

DAMMIT HANA! How does she do it? Set me up for an emotional counterpunch!?

Guess It'll be a long time before I can compete with her EQ.

I let out a shaky breath.

"Okay..." I said. "But let me pick the clothes next time, okay?"

We walked back together.

The kitchen was still warm. Yumiko pretended not to be listening, but her smirk gave her away.

"Good," she said, setting down a plate of eggs like she hadn't just emotionally engineered our reconciliation from the next room. "Sit before I start monologuing about seasonal produce."

Hana giggled.

I rolled my eyes.

We sat.

The rice was perfect.

The tea was warm.

And just when I thought maybe the moment had passed, without missing a beat, Yumiko added:

"So, I gleaned from your earlier conversation and all the noise last night... I guess that makes you the top, right Rika?" she winked.

I choked.

Hana slapped the table. With her face.

Kei, from upstairs, groaned, "MOM."

Yumiko sipped her tea with the smugness of a woman who had just achieved a triple kill for breakfast.

And that's when it happened.

I laughed.

Not a little scoff. Not a breath through my nose.

A real laugh. Bright. Embarrassing. Loud.

Mine.