Chapter 2 - A Big Futanari

Primordial Changes

by capta

Chapter 2 - A Big Futanari

Water sloshed inside Eliza's cup. A tremor shook the building every step one of Agens's friends took. It was worse when Agens moved. The vibration shook the structure violently. Water splashed out of her cup. She couldn't imagine what kind of damage the building would suffer if it lacked vibration dampening. Eliza brushed the spill off her desk and stood. Two to three heads above most people, her height was exceptional. She walked to the window. It stretched along the wall like a wide ribbon. Outside, the three macros loomed. Shadows completely swallowed the building. They dwarfed the command center. It was merely three stories tall. While they stood 35 to 45 stories. 125 stories if she included Agens.

She rested a hand atop her cock bulge. Flaccid; her cock; uncircumcised; touched the floor. Thicker than her leg. So did her scrotum. Its girth prominent from behind. Her cock pulsed frequently. Her cum production exceptional. Eliza's scrotum held two testes the size of beach balls. Her testes throbbed. She shifted her hands to her hips. Obnoxiously wide, they jutted further than her shoulders. She moved to her butt. Her butt stuck out a notable distance and made a shelf. She rested her arms atop her breasts-two orbs, about the same size as her testes. Thick, prominent nipples poked through her bra and top.

Eliza wore a standard-issue long-sleeved, beige uniform. The window reflected her freckled face. Round glasses atop her nose. She pushed them up. Her hair threatened to escape its bun. She untied it. The auburn hair fell just past her butt. She gathered it up and retied the bun. Eliza turned around. Her bulge massively stretched her mini-skirt. It looked painted on. She pulled her black stockings up. They struggled to contain her exceptionally plush thighs. Her short heels clicked against the floor. Legs spread open by her cock and balls, hips swaying. At her desk, she splayed her legs wider until her mini-skirt could stretch no more, and pulled on her ball bra through the skirt. She adjusted her bulge before she sat.

Coworkers threw furtive glances. Significantly bigger than most futanari, she certainly drew attention. Her testes sloshed when she sat. Most of her desk was covered by boobs. Hers, of course. Her bulge extended an alarming distance ahead of her. Allowed her only to get so close to her desk. An inconvenience, surely, but not without a workaround. She placed a wooden board atop her tits. The sides pressed against her expansive side-boob. She continued her work.

An intelligence officer, she poured through information. Troop movement, macro deployments, anti-macro equipment, and much more. A macro stepped. The building rattled. Pens clattered to the floor. Plastic cups followed. From the severity of the vibration, she knew it was Agens despite her standing several hundred meters away. She knew Agens before she grew into a macro. When Eliza met her, she towered several heads over everyone else. In the park, she bounced off Agen's cock bulge and fell to the ground. At the time, Agen's cock sheaths expanded past her arm. Her scrotum barely permitted ground clearance. Agens apologized profusely. They started to talk and got along. When their obligatory military service came up. The pair had spent a significant amount of time together. Agens grew bigger every day. Eliza continued to gaze at her.

"Officer." A gruff feminine voice interrupted her.

She jolted upright and saluted, "Major Zen!"

Zen held a folder. She wore a black top instead of beige. Decorated with patches. Her above-average breasts stretched her uniform. Her cock bulge betrayed her large cock and balls, and strained her mini-skirt. Despite the notable outlines in her uniform, Eliza remained significantly larger. "New intelligence report. Chaos Ultima is moving to sector 52."

Eliza opened the proffered folder.

"I need you to get some information."

She turned a page. Then looked at Zen. Her hair was black. Tied into a ponytail. It'd normally go to her shoulders.

"It says they're deploying a macro. I need you to figure out what class."

Eliza nodded and set the folder down.

"Also, your uniform is stained."

She blushed. Not to be outdone by her testes. Her breasts produced a significant amount of milk. She has yet to have a child. Or children, in her case. It was extremely easy for her to fall pregnant with multiples. Her cum could do the same. "Yes ma'am. I'll take care of it."

Zen waved dismissively, "no rush, officer." She turned and left.

Eliza noticed Zen's fairly wide rolling hips and her stockings stretched by decently thick thighs. It made her cushy rear stand out. Her cock twitched and throbbed. A hefty rope of precum spurted from her dick. Most of her ball bra hung out, exposed. Her mini-skirt was nowhere near long enough. Fortunately, her cock sock absorbed it. Unfortunately, it made her cock sock significantly darker and much more visible then it already was. Which was already exceptional.

She adjusted her cock. Strapped to the top of her scrotum. It kept her cock from swinging. While her ball bra kept her balls from swaying too much. Each testicle sat in a padded cup. She wore a bra for the same reasons.

Eliza stood up from her desk. Her scrotum pulsed, joined by her cock. Chuuurn! More red spread across her cheeks. Gurgle! Of course, her tits had to join the cacophony. It wasn't that bad. The volume never rose above a blender. But it still drew attention. She quickly walked away. There was only one bathroom. Not for the whole building, of course. But one bathroom for futanari. There was no other sex. She entered and started to unbutton her uniform. Her breasts popped free, and she fumbled with her bra. Thwap! Her tits slapped her torso. Milk leaked in streams from her nipples. She squeezed her breasts together. The streams turned into a faucet. Splash! Milk soaked the tiles.

Her skirt creaked. Quickly she removed it. Her cock sock was soaked. Oversized strands of precum drooled from her cock tip. She removed the cock sock. With every pulse, precum pumped from her dick. Splat! Her precum soaked the floor. She rapidly unstrapped her cock and undid her ball bra. Thump! Her scrotum hung lower and slammed into her legs. Her pussy soaked the back of it. Freed, her cock and balls continued to throb and pulse. Her dick twitched and rose. Her scrotum gurgled louder and echoed off the walls. Joined by her breasts. Every twitch blasted precum. Large puddles mixed with her milk and covered the floor. Her pussy belched femcum and added to the mess.

Eliza needed to relieve herself. Her breasts and scrotum were stiff. No doubt with overflow. Her erect cock went far above her head and touched the ceiling, thicker than a log. Precum plastered the ceiling. Gravity pulled substantial ropes the size of her arm. Splat. Pre glued her hair to her back and slathered her glasses. She took them off. A long string of precum stretched from her face. Her breathing turned shallow. She stared at her cock. Nestled between her tits. Her cock throbbed and pulsed. Badum. Badum. Badum. She pressed her breasts against her cock and moved them up and down. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. Utterly soaked, her nipples freely gushed milk.

Layer upon layer of milk and precum stacked on the wall. Her heart raced. She moved faster. Flesh on flesh reverberated off the walls. Joined by a rumble from her testes. Her scrotum slowly pulled up. Sploosh! Milk shifted inside her tits. Her pace turned into a blur, arms aching. The heavy masses of her breasts took their toll. She groaned louder and louder. Pleasure fizzled like lightning. Then, with a loud moan. Her pussy spasmed. Her balls clenched. Cum erupted from her cock like a geyser. The stream was significantly larger than her head. Femcum exploded from her pussy and came down like a torrent. Milk blasted from her nipples. The flood was no less intense. A hot, heady smell overwhelmed the bathroom. Followed by the sweet smell of her milk, accompanied by the nectar of her femcum. Waves of potent virility rolled off her cum.

Eliza's body remained tense. Milk and cum continuously erupted from her cock and nipples. Assisted by her femcum. When she finished, Eliza stumbled, splashed, and nearly slipped. She breathed heavily against a stall. Her hand wiped precum from her eyes. She blinked. A thickish layer of milk and cum oozed down the walls. Her cock slowly went soft. The geysering cum turned into a trickle. Her pussy and nipples followed suit. She looked down and confirmed the fluid level, up to her ankles. Purely made of her milk, cum, and femcum. Her gaze turned to the mirrors. Utterly useless now, soaked and swamped. The temperature in the bathroom had risen notably. Her warm fluids were the culprit. Eliza's risen body temperature didn't help. She looked for her glasses and found them in a massive glob of cum. Ropes stretched from the counter to the floor. Squelch. Part of her arm disappeared inside it. She pulled out her glasses and shook strands of cum off. Eliza needed to clean herself. Her eyes landed on the showers.

Like the rest of the bathroom, they were completely swamped. She stepped inside and turned it on. The detachable shower head made it easier. By the time she finished, the fluid level had dropped and kept falling. The drains worked hard. Eliza looked for her clothes and found them, miraculously, where she left them. Unfortunately, completely soaked. She sighed, "time to inform HR." Plop! A thick wad of cum fell on her head. She wiped it off.

"Another incident, officer?" The HR rep, was a fox anthro. Rubbed her temples, annoyed. And exhaled.

Eliza nodded, naked.

The fox swore under her breath and tossed a towel at her. Despite its large size, the towel couldn't do much to cover her prominent curves. "This abundance," she motioned to Eliza, "is unique to you, officer. The second largest futanari couldn't dream of making a mess that big."

Gurgle. Groan. Chuuurn! Eliza's tits and balls eagerly chimed in. Spurt! Her cock twitched and blasted precum. Her breasts joined in. Nipples launching milk torrents straight into the fox anthro's muzzle. Eliza's eyes turned into dinner plates, horrified. "I'm so sorry, Vixa!" She practically yelled.

Vixa looked on, and seethed.

Eliza stood eerily still, and blanched.

"You fucking COW!" She yelled.

Eliza shrank slightly.

"I'm discharging your fat fucking ass!"

"Whoa now, that's hardly necessary, Vixa." A calm, level voice preceded a tall tiger anthro. She wore a black mini-skirt, stretched by her melon-sized breasts. Six of them ran down her chest and stopped above her belly. A clear indicator of children. Her huge cock bulge betrayed testes bigger than her breasts. Followed by the outline of her sheathed tiger dick. Exceptionally prominent. No hair adorned her head.

"General Tigra!" Eliza stood to attention. Her towel slipped off. Splort! Her cock throbbed and instantly over-saturated the towel in pre. She flinched.

"How is it, despite the mess in the bathroom, your dick still spurts like it never happened?"

Eliza lowered her salute, "I'm extremely productive, general."

Tigra nodded.

Eliza's nipples hardened and blasted milk all over the general's uniform. She looked on, stunned.

"Hm. It appears your breasts wish to join in on the fun." Tigra smiled and wiped the milk off.

Eliza let out a breath she didn't realize she held.

Vixa's jaw dropped. "The audacity! General! We need to get rid of her!"

Tigra held up a paw, "unnecessary, Vixa."

"It's chaotic, ma'am! We're Ordo Ultima! Not Chaos Ultima!"

A tense silence fell like a hammer.

"Should I consider your outburst from earlier chaotic then, Vixa?" Tigra's voice was stiff and cold.

It was Vixa's turn to go pale. "No, ma'am! Not at all!" She lowered herself back into her seat.

"Very good." Her voice was stern.

"What brings you in, general?" Eliza tried to diffuse the situation.

"Please, call me Tigra. I came down to check if HR has been informed of the bathroom."

"Yes. I've been informed." Vixa's voice was lower.

"Good." Tigra smiled and looked at Eliza. "Do you have a spare uniform?"

"Yes, Tigra. In my quarters.

A nod. "Please go get them. I trust nudity is of no concern to you?"

She nodded. At her size, accidents happened.

"Very well. Please get them and meet me back at command."

"Yes ma'am." She saluted and left.

Eliza drew many stares, gawks, and wolf-whistles. Her balls swayed like a sack of overweight bowling balls. Her legs bumped into the back. Every step, her scrotum gurgled, and her breasts sloshed. Precum drooled from her cock. Her breasts flung spurts of milk-constant, regular leakage. A trail followed her. At her quarters, she slipped on a bra and ball bra. Then strapped her dick atop her scrotum. She pulled on an absorbent cock sock and checked her bra. Extra absorbent, the material remained dry for the moment. She buttoned up a spare uniform. Her cleavage bulged out of her top, totally on display. Nothing she could do about it. Her mini-skirt stretched over her thighs, cock, and balls. She finished with another pair of black stockings and heels. A quick check in the mirror confirmed everything was in place. Upon returning to the command center, she noticed Agens and her friends were gone. She didn't recall any building tremors, and deduced it happened when she was emptying her tits and balls. Back at her desk, she saluted Tigra.

"Here, take this." Tigra handed her a manila folder labeled with 'Classified'

Eliza opened the folder and found satellite photos of macros. They were on the move. She identified the three broken lines on their armor as belonging to the Chaos Ultima faction. "Did you just get this?"

Tigra nodded.

"Major Zen told me to identify some macros earlier." She pulled out the folder Zen handed her and confirmed their correlation. "Why hand this to me?"

"Agens is going to be deployed. Along with Liberia. Figured it might interest you. I've seen how you look at her."

She blushed, "thank you."

Tigra nodded and handed Eliza another manila envelope, labeled like the last one.

"What's this?" She opened it.

"Operation Sledgehammer. After the upcoming battle, we're going to mount an offense. I need you to gather possible macros and equipment Chaos Ultima will deploy."

She nodded.

"Ordo Ultima." Tigra saluted.

"Ordo Ultima." Eliza returned. Then adjusted her cock bulge and sat down.