Longwood Academy Ch 07-08

All good things must come to an end. By nine-thirty, the pair had exchanged an ungodly amount of cum. Mel felt satisfied in a way that masturbation simply couldn't achieve. Mel thought about asking if she could stay the night, and by the look on Lyra's face, she thought about inviting her. It remained unspoken, though, and Mel found herself taking the train home, wearing an oversized T-shirt Lyra lent her, while her uniform was stored in her backpack.

There were three women and a man on the train. Mel could tell two of the women were futas, since one wore leggings with a considerable bulge, and one wore a short dress with her dick spilling out the bottom. One was a V-girl (slang for non-futa woman), and Mel knew this because of out all of them, she was the one shamelessly masturbating. The man simply looked out the window, pointedly avoiding looking at anyone, while the two futas leered thirstily at the V-girl, who seemed to love the attention.

Mel sighed as she walked in. The whole house was dark, except for a soft, multicolored light spilling out from the hall. Mel curiously approached the hall, which led to Luna's room and her mom's room. Luna's door was closed, but her mom's was half-open, with the light of the TV being cast out of it.

"Hello?" Mel said, approaching. She heard no response--only talking from the TV. Mel poked her head in. Inside, she saw her mom, positively mesmerized by the TV. Mel turned to see what she was watching and froze in astonishment.

The woman standing naked on the TV was the spitting-image of Mel, save for a few details. Her nose was different, but Mel's nose was the only obvious feature she shared with her mom, anyway. She also looked a bit taller, and had breasts around the size of Lyra's, but most notably, she had the largest cock Mel had ever seen in her life. When the woman turned to talk to someone off camera, it was apparent that her ass was also gigantic.

When it came to the features the woman shared with Mel, she seemed to wear them better. Her curls were maintained and styled in a way that made them look much cuter. Her face, while technically looking almost the same as Mel's, was so much more beautiful; a few years of age seemingly refined it quite well. It really was just 'a few years', too--the woman looked like she was barely out of her futamorphosis.

The woman seemed so confident, and happy.

"Mel!" her mom yelped, having finally noticed her daughter. "You shouldn't..."

"Who is that?" Mel interrupted. Her mom babbled a moment before Mel asked, "Is that my other mom?"

Mel's mom sat with her mouth hanging open a moment, before dropping her shoulders and saying, "Yes." She glanced away repeatedly before adding, "Technically, I'm not supposed to know for certain, but she was the only redhead at the party. Plus, I mean... just look at her, sweetie. You could almost be her clone."

Mel looked at the screen for a moment that dragged on a bit longer that it should, when looking at footage of her naked, long-lost mother. Blushing, she tentatively asked, "How... big..."

"Fourteen inches, sweetie. Biggest I've ever seen, at least on a futa who wasn't pregnant. She said she'd never even been pregnant before, so that's pure genetics."

Mel continued to watch in awe. Her interest wasn't exactly sexual, but she couldn't help but admire the woman. "Do you think... I'll get that big?"

Mel's mom paused, considering her answer. "I think so. Save for some sort of genetic fluke, I'm betting you probably will. You're just a late-bloomer, sweetie; nothing's set in stone."

Mel paused for a long time. When the camera started to pan over as the woman approached a bare ass, pointing straight out at her, Mel's mom frantically closed the video. Mel ignored what she saw, and softly asked, "Can I meet her?"

Mel's mom gave a loving smile. "Of course you can, sweetie. I'll talk to Cheryl in the morning--she holds onto all the contact info for my, um... suitors."

Mel found that she was close to crying; it had snuck up on her. Straining her voice to steady herself, she asked, "But what if... she doesn't want to?"

Suddenly, Mel's mom was upright and holding her tight. "Of course she will, sweetie. I remember Isla well. She's so kind-hearted, and personable, and just a great person all-around. She'll love you--I promise."

That opened the floodgates, and Mel began to cry as her mother comforted her. Her first day of school had been the most emotionally packed twenty-four hours of Mel's life. A lot of those emotions were positive, but all in altogether it made for a hurricane of hormones that took a toll on her. In the safety of her mother's arms, she let them all out.

...

After school the next day, Mel got the news that her other mom, Isla, was ecstatic when Cheryl reached out, and wanted to meet. An appointment was set for Saturday morning for the two to meet at a coffee shop. This neutral ground was intended as a way to help Mel ease into things. If it was up to Mel, she'd meet anywhere, and immediately, but she didn't put up a fight over it.

Over the rest of the week, Mel experienced new quirks to her hormones every day. Her balls grew even larger, her nipples were more sensitive by the day, and by the end of the week she found that she was an inch taller. At school, Mel and Lyra had sex at every opportunity, finding chances for quickies before and after school and even between classes. Lunch turned into their daily hour-long fuckfest. Their only food came in the form of cum, and it wasn't ingested orally, either.

Each day in home room, Mel and Pam practiced different sexual activity. On Friday, things had escalated to full-on intercourse. Pam's dick was nothing compared to Lyra's, but she was sweet and enthusiastic, so Mel had fun regardless.

Gym class continued to be ridiculous. There was pole-dancing, a form of tug-of-war where pairs of girls tied the ends of a rope to their balls and marched in opposite directions, a form of football where tackling inevitably led to penetration, and a more intense repeat of the high-altitude monkey bars from the first day.

Through it all, Mel was simply biding her time until Saturday. After school on Friday, though, Mel was treated to something else she'd been looking forward to. When she got home, her mom was dressed to go out. "Get changed, sweetie," she told Mel. "Your sister's been bugging me to take you out for some toys."

Mall did as asked, thrilled over the prospect. Just a quick train ride later, she was at the mall. Malls were quite different in Mel's time than back in her mom's day, and her mom was sure to remind her of that fact. The most subtle change was that a far greater portion of the space was a decided 'third space' for people to congregate and lounge around, even if they didn't intend on shopping. Most notably, though, over half the stores were sexual in nature, selling lingerie and/or sex toys.

There were different stores for different categories of sex toy. There was one that focused on life-life toys modeled from real people, another that focused on machines that did all the work, and even one that only sold large, fantasy-inspired dildos, made to look like the dick of a dragon, centaur, or so on. They browsed for a while, and the mechanically inclined store was the first to catch Mel's attention.

Mel liked the idea of toys that would do all the work for her, so she could have her needs taken care of while her attention was on other things. Masturbation was taking up an inordinate amount of her time, and this could free that time back up. She chose a mount she could sit on that she could attach two dildos to, and it would thrust them into her holes while vibration on her clit. It even had an onahole attachment that would thrust, vibrate, and spin on her dick. There was an optional hose that could connect to the onahole to pump her cum into the machine and out through the attached dildos. She had a feeling she would be using that hose constantly.

Next was a quick stop in a store that focused on vibrators and lingerie. She bought a magic wand, a love egg, and vibrating anal beads--the latter two would be useful at school. With her mom's encouragement, she even got a green crotchless teddy.

"I bet that friend of yours will love it," she told Mel. "Plus, lingerie like that is all the rage at parties and music festivals, these days. You should really branch out."

"Maybe when my dick gets a little bigger," Mel grumbled to herself.

At the lifelike dildo shop, Mel picked out a matched pair of Synth Flesh dildos, the same size as Lyra's. They wouldn't have the ring in the middle, but at least the size would feel good. She was sure to check that they were compatible with her machine and had cum-tubes, and she was pleased to find everything in order. As it turned out, they even had vibrating function that wasn't immediately obvious.

On her trips back and forth around the store, Mel's eyes kept clinging curiously to the fantasy shop. Mel wanted to go in there but felt too embarrassed to bring it up. Her mom apparently noticed, because she finally offered, "Want anything from in there? It's good stuff--nothing to be ashamed of."

Mel reluctantly agreed, downplaying her interest. Once inside, she couldn't keep up the act. She marveled, starry-eyed, as the world of imagination all around her. She spent a long time simply wandering the aisles. With more insistence from her mom that she could get anything she wanted, Mel finally folded and filled a tote bag with dildos. There was the flared centaur, the ribbed dragon, and the knotted humanoid. Then, there was the craziest of all--the fourteen-inch, flared, knotted, ribbed, studded amalgamation, with a medial ring to top things off. Each was sized from eleven to fourteen inches, with the amalgamation being the largest. After checking her mom to make sure it wasn't overboard, she even doubled back and got two of each so she could match them on her machine. Of course, that was after verifying they were all compatible and had cum-tubes.

Mel thought her shopping was over, but then her mom insisted on taking her into the kink store. "I went through this with both of your sisters. I took them to buy toys, and then two weeks later they were whining that we had to go back to get kinky stuff. Just get it now so you're not upset about it later. Cast a wide net and see what sticks."

They say you shouldn't go shopping when you're hungry, but it's a much stranger experience to shop while hungry and also without having tried food before. Mel was horny enough to try anything, but she had no idea which kinks she would like. Keeping an open mind, she could a set of sounding rods, a ball-flattener, a few ropes, a whip, and a paddle. Then, something caught Mel's eye that made her stop in her tracks: an electrostimulation starter-kit.

The idea tickled her. Electricity? For sex? What might that feel like? Surely, it would be painful, but what kind of painful? What if it's the perfect kind of painful, the sweetest pain she's ever known?

Mel's mom caught her staring. "Oh, I know that look. Something just awakened in you." She traced the line of Mel's gaze and said, "E-stim, huh? Not for everyone, but it's fun stuff. Go for it sweetie; get the variety pack."

Mel did, studying the box and imagining the possibilities even after leaving the store. On the way home, the only thing stopping Mel from busting her toys out and trying them on the train was the fact she was next to her mom. Even then, she could just barely resist the temptation.

Mel ran straight to her room when she got home and covered her bed with her knew toys. First, she set up her machine. The toys were meant to retract down into the saddle before thrusting back out like whack-a-mole. This meant the height needed to be adjusted for the side of the dildos. She knew the smart thing would be to start with the smallest dildos and work her way up, but she was just two tempted by the largest ones, so she adjusted the machine to fit them.

She sat on the saddle and tried it out. It began by vibrating and rotating little nubs on her clit and then spaying her holes with a light spritz of lube. Then, the dildos ascended. The girth of them was absurd, and the ends were flared, so they initially just pushed up against her. It seemed like it would be impossible for them to fit, until suddenly, her ass and pussy simply stretched open and took the invasion.

The dildos were unbelievably massive. They went up until they hit Mel's limit, which was just a fraction of their length, and then went most of the way back down. With each rise back up, they managed to squeeze in just a bit more of their size. By the time only a third of their length was shoving inside, Mel could already see them bulging out her stomach below her belly button.

As a futa, Mel had a prostate held in the lining between her vagina and asshole, with her bladder acting as extra storage for the cum her prostate rapidly produced. With her prostate being squeeze from both sides, and her bladder getting pushed against and shoved aside, cum was repeatedly being forced out of her manually, through mechanical pressure alone.

Of course, Mel didn't want her cum to go to waste, so she frantically fumbled for the onahole attachment and got it set up. Once it was attached and the hose fed from the back of it to her mount, she lined it up with her dick and turned it on. It automatically enveloped her dick, softly vibrating and catching the cum spilling out of her. It took a few seconds for the cum to pump through the machine and out through the dildos.

Once that first drop of cum hit, something changed in Mel's body. Her abdominal muscles relaxed and it seemed as though her internal organs all scooted aside to clear a path. On the very next thrust, the dildos rose up with all fourteen of their inches, penetrating all the way to her chest. Whereas before, cum leaked out of her because it was pushed out, this single thrust made it shoot much harder by instantly inducing an orgasm. On the next thrust, about a liter of her own cum pumped into her.

As amazing as it felt, it was overwhelming, and Mel hit the emergency stop button. The dildos retreated. As the fat knots at the based popped out, it squeezed another big gush of cum out of her dick. Mel fell onto her bed, leaking cum from her gaping holes. This confirmed one thing for sure: fourteen inches is absurdly large. If her cock would really grow to that size, she sure hoped she'd get a lot taller by then. Otherwise, it would go all the way up to her chest when it pointed up.

Mel swapped out the dildos in the machine for the far more manageable eight-inch human dicks. As she sat and turned it on, the dildos slid nicely into her, massaging her prostate from both sides. She considered turning the onahole back on as well, but she was still coated thoroughly in cum, and she had other toys to try.

Mel wasn't going to kid herself--the next thing she wanted to try was some of her new E-stim toys. The box popped open neatly, and within, the different pieces were laid out in their own indentations. The kit was composed mostly of attachments that could be connected to compact power units, each passing half of a current through it, while her body was meant to complete it. One piece, though, was different--and electric wand. This handheld device acted as a miniature tesla coil, and when it neared part of the body, an electrical arc would zap at the skin.

Mel picked up the wand and powered it on. She brought it close to her nipple, and an arc quickly whipped at it, causing her to yelp and then giggle. She got the other nipple to even things out, and something about it just felt right. Next, she waved the want over her dick, causing a rapid-fire barrage of arcs to zap it.

Now, she was curious about the currents. She connected a pair of nipple clamps to a dime-sized power unit and put them on. The tight squeeze of the clamps was a nice kind of pain on their own, but the current of electricity that tensed up in her tits stole the show.

Next, she got a little more daring. With another power unit, she attached a conductive cock ring, which she fastened onto the base of her cock. For the other end of the current, she used a relatively thin, yet hollow sounding rod. She lubed it up with conductive gel and poked her dickhole with it. She was surprised at the ease with which it sank into her. It slid in until it hit a wall, and Mel turned it on.

The feeling of lighting coursing through her cock was unbelievable. With some shame, she realized she loved not only electrostimulation, but also urethral sounding. It wasn't long before a narrow jet of cum was shooting out of the metal tube in her cock, and it just kept coming steadily out.

She kept that up for quite a while, but after about forty-five minutes, the electricity was making her sore. She finally powered off the units and removed the toys from her nipples and cock. She was buzzing with pleasure and opted to keep it going by turning on the onahole. With the onahole churning, vibrating, and spinning, she sat limply, enjoying the bliss of having her needs effortlessly fulfilled.

When morning arrived, Mel realized she'd fallen asleep on her saddle with the machine steadily working all night. She was pumped full of so much of her own cum that she looked like she was nearing her third trimester of pregnancy. Panicked, she scurried off of the machine, falling onto her bed.

She nearly screamed when she realized she was meeting her other mom today. She was high off her ass on cum and looked like she was pregnant. Only time would help with the first problem, but she hoped she could alleviate the second one fast. She stumbled out of bed, left her room, and ran straight for the shower, leaving a trail of cum behind her.

In the shower, she sprayed on and into her holes, pushing on her stomach. Cum dumped out of her one baseball-sized glob at a time. In the end, she managed to get it down to an innocuous little belly-bump.

Mel cleaned up her trail of cum and got dressed as fast as she could. She put on a green and white flora sundress and white sneakers. After a week, going panty-less was becoming a habit, so she had to remind herself to put on underwear. Upon doing so, she realized with frustration that her balls had outgrown them. After an internal debate, she opted for discomfort, rather than meeting her other mom sans-undies.

8

By the time she got to the café, she was late, and her heart was racing over it. Just as she was worrying her other mom might've left already, she spotted a familiar shade of red hair on a woman sitting on the front patio, faced away and scanning the horizon ahead of her. Mel nervously approached and tapped the woman on the shoulder.

The woman turned, and Mel saw her own hazel-green eyes looking back at her. The woman was startled and thrilled all at once. Cheryl had apparently explained very little about Mel, so seeing a daughter who looked so eerily similar to her was a big surprise.

Isla hugged Mel emphatically, then distractedly stared at her face before she eventually remembered to offer her a seat. Isla had hardly aged a day since the video Mel had seen her in, and she wore a leather jacket and jeans that betrayed a cool confidence Mel could never dream of achieving.

"Wow," Isla said when she gathered herself enough to talk at all. "I guess we won't be needing a DNA test! You're almost my clone!"

"I guess," Mel said awkwardly. "I'm sort of the less... impressive version of you."

Isla brushed her hand in the air with a snort. "No way! What are you, twenty? You look exactly like I did at that age--except the nose, that's definitely your mom's."

Mel skeptically asked, "Really? At twenty? What about..." she trailed off and glanced downward.

Isla gave a suspicious look and guess, "My... dick?" She laughed heartily, before asking, "Jesus, kid, how much did your mom tell you?"

"Um... I sorta... walked in on her watching a video of you?" Mel had no clue why she admitted that out loud, but now it was out there.

Isla coughed, wide-eyed and blushing. Deciding not to linger on that remark, she explained, "Well, uh--so I was a pretty late-bloomer. My futamorphosis didn't start until I was a few months away from twenty-one. Before that, I was really short, and flat-chested, and my dick was like a little shrimp--like four inches."

"Aaaand judging by the look on your face," Isla continued, "I just described you to a T. Damn--how dominant are my genes?"

"Pretty dominant, I guess," Mel said. "Do you think the way your morph went is hereditary, too?"

"Yes, actually! I just did a study on this for work. Basically, the genes responsible for inherited traits are the same genes responsible for how those genes get expressed during futamorphosis--even down to timing. There's variation in the end result, but anything you got from me should essentially mirror how and when my morph affected it."

"Oh!" Mel said, feeling hopeful. "So, um, what do I have to look forward to?"

Isla took a deep breath and looked up in the air to remember. Mel recognized it as the same habit she had when recalling details. "So, I was a super late bloomer to start my morph, but then when it did, things started happening really fast. For about a week, it was just by balls and areolas that got bigger, but at the one-week-point, I woke up and my dick had doubled in size over night, and my hips were wider, too. A couple days after that, my butt was bigger and my boobs went from B's to D's."

"Really?" Mel asked, beaming.

"Yeah. Did yours start already?"

"Six days ago," Mel said, grinning. "So far it's just been my balls and nipples."

Isla chuckled proudly. "Right on track, then. Well, further down the line, my dick grew in quick bursts like that a few more times; it was twelve inches by the end of that first year, and the year after that it hit the size it is now. My height was a little steadier--I grew about six inches taller over the course of my whole morph. My boobs stayed D-cups for like two years, then I gained a cup-and-a-half one day. I never started lactating, by the way--but there's always your mom's genes if you care about that."

Mel shrugged and waved off the concern. "No big deal. Anything else I should know?"

Isla thought a second, then got a worried look. "Oh... oh!"

"What?"

"Well... once my dick started growing, that's when my... little problem started." She paused, wincing while Mel looked impatiently at her. "Soooo... throughout the rest of my morph, I had a little issue with... spontaneous orgasms."

Mel stared a moment, narrowing her eyes. "Spontaneous orgasms? Like... I'm just gonna shoot cum out of the blue?"

"--And squirt," she corrected. "Between one and five times a day--not counting nocturnal emissions, those are a whole other bale of hay."

"Five times a day?!"

Isla nodded, wincing. "That's not the worst part." She looked pained to say it as she added, "Once or twice a year during my morph, the spontaneous orgasms were... white fever."

"White fever?" Mel repeated, going pale. "You mean..."

"Twelve-hour orgasms," Isla confirmed grimly. "If it happens to you, just know that I'm truly sorry and I hope with all my heart you're home when it happens. You'll need to take the day off, stay in bed with lots of electrolytes, milk, water, and saltines. Oh, and whatever you don't hook yourself up to a hose that pumps your cum back into you--it just makes it worse."

Worried, Mel said, "What? I just did that last night!"

Isla furrowed her brow, confused a moment, then laughed and told her, "Oh! No--I just mean during white fever! You're fine." After Mel sighed in relief, Isla smiled and said, "The parallel thinking is funny, though. Don't tell me you've already started dilating your urethra and shocking yourself." She only needed to see Mel's dodgy look for a second before she knew. "Oh my God! You have! That is so funny!"

Deflecting, Mel asked, "Any other problems I should know about?"

Isla thought a moment, then shook her head. "Not unless chronic WAP and extra-stretchy holes are a problem for you."

Mel laughed and told her it wasn't. After that discussion, they went inside and got lattes, before coming out. "So, what do you do for work?" Mel asked.

Isla smiled proudly. "I'm a founding member of a newly formed space agency called The Star Collective."

Mel's jaw dropped; she was completely in awe. "You've heard of us?" Isla asked.

"I--I--I... of course I've heard of you! You guys are running that new astronaut-training program on the moon!"

Isla nodded. "Yeah, that's the public-facing side of what we do." In response to Mel's cocked eyebrow, she explained, "Don't tell anybody, but since you're my... whatever you want to call it, I don't want to force a label on you--I'll let you in on it. We recently cracked warp gate technology."

Mel was so stunned, she forgot to breathe. "What?!"

Isla grinned and nodded. "That's not the best part. You know those colony ships we've got heading for new worlds right now? We're transmitting schematics for the warp gates to them. For most of them, there's enough of their journey left, that the plans will reach them before they even reach their destinations. Once they do, they can build the gates, and we can warp back and forth to other stars."

Mel screamed like a teenager being told they were getting back-stage tickets for their favorite musician. "I know, right?" Isla said. "I never even dreamed I'd be part of something so cool. I've been to the moon, you know."

"What?! You're an astronaut?!"

Isla put up her hands to manage expectations. "I mean... a part-time astronaut. Right now, most of what I do is just management for the science teams, as well as some long-term planning and logistics."

Isla proudly watched the daughter she hadn't even known about a week ago, giddily freaking out over her passion. An idea struck her, and she pitched it. "Ya know... my office isn't far from here--want to see it?"

Isla might as well have asked if Mel wanted a billion dollars, a light saber, and a team of sex robots to tend to her every need. She got up and started marching in a direction before Isla could even direct her which way to go. She then walked two blocks with Isla, asking her every burning question she had about space, the potential new worlds, and every astronaut she could think of.

The local office for the Star Collective was a grand campus, reminiscent of something from Seattle's science district. Walking through the courtyard was a blur of excitement. Isla gave Mel the full tour, introducing her to scientists and admin staff, giving her glimpses of obscure engineering tests going on behind glass panels.

Most of it was standard stuff, like robot arms moving blocks, and model-spaceships in wind tunnels. Then, Isla brought her to a flood that was mostly empty, with most of the equipment stashed away and under plastic wrap. For some reason, Isla seemed more excited about showing Mel this than anything else so far.

"What is this floor?" Mel asked.

"Something special." She reached a heavy security door and entered in a long code on the lock before opening it. Inside, they had to pass through a sterilizing antechamber, before entering a small clean room. In the clean room, there was a table with a dozen silver disks laid out neatly on it.

"So, you know how I mentioned we cracked warp gate technology? Well, the gates we use pass through tunnels of warp-space to significantly shorten the journey. It's safe, reliable, and it scales quite well. Portal technology does not meet these criteria-as we learned."

Mel was confused. "Wait... portals?" Her eyes darted down to the disks then back up."

Isla carefully picked up a pair of disks and showed the under-sides to Mel. What Mel saw was similar to a strange system of mirrors, where one disk reflected back the view of the other disk. Isla set one disk back on the table, now facing up. With the other, she put her hand into it, and it came back out through the other, sticking up out of the table. She let the disk fall onto her arm until it rested snug most of the way up her forearm.

Mel's throat was dry what she saw. It was the most incredible thing she'd ever bore witness too, and that brought with grave implications. The fact that this existed, and it was here, gave her the sense that this organization was far more powerful than she realized. "Portals," she whispered in awe.

Isla nodded. "We developed these in secret, on the moon. I wasn't privy to it when it was going on, and I would have objected, had I known. You see, once these permanent, two-dimensional wormholes are affixed to their stabilizer disks, they're safe and stable forever. The process of making them, however, involves enough antimatter to atomize our whole solar system, along with a few of the closest stars to us, and it very nearly happened."

Mel gasped. Isla continued, "There are forty-two pairs of portals in existence, and we never managed any larger than this. There are treaties in place to ensure that these forty-two pairs are the last humanity ever makes, at least for the foreseeable centuries. That leaves us with the question of what to do with the ones we have. I am personally responsible for these six pairs."

She then did something that perplexed Mel. She pulled her arm out of the portal and held the pair of disks out towards Mel. "I didn't raise you--although I would have if I could have--but you're my blood--my only daughter. I've missed twenty birthdays in a row, so Mel, please accept this gift."

Mel was dizzy. "Ah... are you... what? You're... giving me this?! Won't you get in trouble?"

Isla shrugged. "I might get some flak for it, but these six are mine to distribute, by whatever criteria I choose, and what I want is to give a pair to you."

Mel delicately took the pair of disks in her hands, shaking. She was as nervous as if she'd been handed a pair of newborn babies made of diamonds and nuclear bombs. Isla laughed at how nervous she was. "You would need an ungodly amount of force to break them--don't worry. They're priceless, but they're not fragile."

"Priceless," Mel repeated with a wheeze. Hearing the word, it was sort of a no-brainer. Of course it was priceless.

"I should warn you--it's about the width of your forearm, and in a day or two, that's how thick your dick will be. I'm not going to tell you not to put your penis in there, because frankly I can't even think of what else you could use them for--just keep some lube handy, in case you get stuck. It's not a real danger, since it's so hard to damage a futa's dick, but it's a bit painful and scary to get stuck. Also--the warning about cumming in yourself during a white fever also applies with these, obviously."

"Wow... I kind of feel like an idiot for this, but until you said it, it hadn't even occurred to me to put my dick in this thing."

"Don't worry, the idea would've come to you. It's the first, and usually only thing anyone ever does with them. Technically, I'm responsible for seven pairs of portals, but I took the first pair for myself, so I can fuck myself with them."

"Is that really all they're good for?"

"That, and fucking other people over a distance. That comes with a risk of theft, but they're imbedded with private location trackers. I'll link it to your Omni so you can track it down if anyone gets sticky fingers."

Isla helped Mel set up the location tracker, and they got to conversing as they slowly meandered out of the building. Mel told her about her family, and childhood, and her new friends. Isla revealed that Mel had a whole big group of cousins and aunts, and she suggested she should meet them some time. Mel's mom was an only child, so she'd never had much of an extended family. The idea of finally having one excited her.

When Isla dropped Mel off at her train stop, they lingered. They exchanged contact info and hugged, but saying goodbye was a struggle. Once on the train, Mel felt restless. She wasn't quite ready to go home. She simply had too much inertia to comfortably stop for the day.

Opening her Omni band's holographic display, she shot a quick text to Lyra. "Wanna take me to that tattoo shop rn or nah? : P"

Less than a minute later, she received, "Girl, you fucking know I do, I'll be there in 10 (kissy face)" Along with it, Lyra sent the location.

Mel had the train drop her at the next available stop, then got on another heading uptown towards the tattoo shop. She got there a little early, so she stood outside. To pass the time, she had her hand in her purse, playing with her new portals by poking into one end and wriggling out the other.

"Melanie!" Lyra called as she was walking up.

Mel jerked her head up, startled due to how distracted she was by the portals. "Lyra!" she greeted back as Lyra practically tackled her in a hug. She wore a short, satiny dress that barely concealed anything.

"I'm so glad you finally hit me up about this! Weren't you supposed to meet your other mom today, though?"

"I just did."

"How'd it go?"

Mel explained the basics, mostly focusing on how things went at the coffee shop, and the news of how her morph will allegedly play out. As she talked, she and Lyra entered the tattoo shop and got signed in for tattoos. It wasn't particularly busy, so the receptionist told them they'd only need to sit in the waiting area for ten minutes or so.

"Wait, so she took you to the space headquarters, whatever?"

"The local office for the Star Collective," Mel corrected. "It was amazing! The best part is that she gave me the craziest gift anyone's ever given to anyone."

"Don't keep me in suspense; what is it?"

Mel looked around conspiratorially. "You can't tell anyone, and you can't freak out, okay?" Mel opened her purse and showed Lyra the pair of portals. Lyra dropped her eyebrows low, unsure what she was seeing. Mel then demonstrated by putting her fingers in out of the portals and whispered, "Portals."

"What the fuck?! No fucking way! What?! What?!"

Mel shushed her, reminding her not to freak out. In a more hushed tone, Lyra said, "Babygirl, how? That's impossible."

"I don't know how much I'm allowed to say, since there are like, international secrets involved, but they're from an abandoned experiment, and there are only forty-two in the world, and there probably won't ever be more."

Lyra paused a moment, then asked, "So how is it? Fucking yourself, I mean."

Mel laughed, trying and failing to keep it quiet. "I haven't done it, yet. I haven't even been home."

Lyra scoffed. "So? I would've fucked myself on the train, or right in the open, under my dress. I can think of so many ways to discretely fuck myself with this."

Mel chuckled and cocked an eyebrow. "Go ahead and try; I bet my balls you'll get caught."

'Betting your balls' was a fairly ubiquitous bet among futas. The winner of such a bet would get to exert their dominance by punching, kicking, or even biting the balls of the loser. With a competitive fire in her eyes, Lyra said, "You're on," before grabbing the portals from Mel's purse.

Lyra briefly stood, as if she was adjusting herself, to conceal her movement as she set on portal on her chair and then sat on it. Mel could see Lyra's pussy facing up put of the portal in her hand. She wished she could lean in and give it a lick, but it would be unfair to sabotage her.

Lyra's hand went under her dress and then came back out without the portal. Mel was about to ask what the point was if her dick was just soaking inside her, but then she noticed a circular indent bobbing up and down in Lyra's dress. "How the hell...?"

"Kegels, bitch," Lyra bragged. "Fuck. This is un-fucking-believable. Oh my God."

Mel's name got called, so she stood up and smirked back at Lyra. Lyra stopped her, whispering, "Wait! Give me your panties!"

"What? I'm not doing that! We're in public. How. Do you even know I'm...?"

"I can spot a panty-line a mile away, and you're about to get a butt tattoo! You'll need to take them off anyway."

Mel rolled her eyes and dropped her panties just to move things along. She looked back as she approached the counter and saw Lyra standing to pull on the underwear. She was impressed that Lyra could stand up without her dick slipping out. It looked like Lyra might really get away with this.

The tattoo artist was a cool alternative girl named Lacie. Mel explained about the line on her butt and showed her, and Lacie said she'd draft up some designs that could incorporate the line. Meanwhile, Mel was left lie on the leather bed while she waited. After a few minutes, Lyra was brought out from the waiting room to a chair across from Mel.

"What are you getting?" Mel asked her.

"I'm getting my areolas turned into little hearts," she answered.

Mel was taken aback. "What? Like scarification?"

"Nah, it's a newer method. They use a tattoo gun loaded up with stem cells that are primed to turn into the same tissue as areolas, and they draw the shape them and when it heals back up, they're cute little hearts."

Mel was surprised. She'd never heard of that process, but now she was curious about it. She was tempted to get the same thing done, but she assumed that her boobs would end up growing so much that the hearts would stretch out into misshapen blobs. If she still wanted to do it in four years, she could get it done then.

Lacie returned with a tablet with an array of simple designs. After looking through them, only one jumped out to Mel: a heart-shaped spiral, not quite like anything she'd seen before. Lacie seemed happy that Mel chose that one, as it was the one she liked best as well.

Mel flipped to lie on her stomach and hiked her dress most of the way up. Immediately, Lacie was grabbing her butt to hold the skin taut, getting her face close to it. Mel blushed but didn't say anything. The needle on her skin didn't hurt nearly as much as she expected, even though she'd just felt a brief preview of it on Monday. It was essentially like having a safety pin scratch over her skin, just hard enough to raise it, but not enough to draw blood.

With such a small, simple design, it was done in about five minutes. Lacie gave it a few more minutes to heal and then went back over it one more time. The cataclysm that introduced futas was revolutionary for the tattoo industry. Skin-deep injuries like tattoos now healed remarkably fast, and bloodborne illness no longer existed. This made tattoos a quick and easy process, and they fully healed in minutes.

After giving it a second pass, Lacie cleaned the excess ink off, then left Mel to heal. Mel looked over her shoulder at Lyra, halfway through getting her second areola modified.

Lyra seemed to be struggling, as she was flushed red and squirming in her seat. At first, Mel assumed Lyra was more sensitive to pain than she would have guessed, but then she picked up on it. Lyra's lower abdomen was swelling up, and the circular shape in her panties kept popping up like it was trying to escape. Clearly, Lyra was cumming inside herself, and it was getting harder to control her pelvic muscles.

Mel had mixed feelings. On one hand, she wanted to win the bet; on the other, she didn't want to advertise the portals. Then again--was it actually an issue? Isla had warned her about getting it stuck, or stolen, but she hadn't sworn her to secrecy or anything. Maybe it wouldn't be a big deal people knew about it.

In any case, Lyra held out in the end. The moving shape under her dress probably confused the tattoo artists, but they didn't bring it up. As Lyra sat with her modded areolas healing, Mel stood in front of her, inspecting them. They were definitely odd, but to Mel, they were decidedly cute. Mel showed Lyra her tattoo, and Lyra gave it a slap and told her how pretty it was.

Once they left, they quickly ducked into a nearby alley. Lyra pulled Mel's panties aside and pulled the portals off of herself. "Ahh," she said, satisfied. "Fair warning: I'll be asking to borrow that a lot. Maybe we can each take half home after school some days to become each other's sex toys."

Mel's eyes lit up. "That's an amazing idea!"

"I thought you'd like it," Lyra said proudly. She then put one of the portals under Mel's dress, looking at the upskirt view from the other ring. As Mel was nodding a kudos at the kinky use of the ring, Lyra surprised her by raising the ring up to put Mel's balls through it.

"What are you doing?" Mel asked as Lyra let go of the rings and grabbed Mel's balls directly. Lyra's hands held firmly between Mel's balls and the ring, keeping both ends held in place.

"A ball-bet is a ball-bet," Lyra said. "Our whole society would come crumbling down if we all started letting ball-bets go." Before Mel could object, Lyra had a ball in each hand, crushing them with a kung-fu grip. She rolled Mel's balls around in her hands, digging her fingers in deeply. After twenty seconds, she was satisfied that the debt was paid, and she relaxed her grip.

Mel was keeled-over, panting. "You didn't have to go so hard!"

Lyra 'tisked' and told her, "Yes, I did. Ball bets are a serious matter. If you ever beat me in one, I expect you to go a lot harder than I just did, otherwise there aren't any stakes."

Mel put the portals back in her purse, then she and Lyra hugged to part ways. Before Lyra left, she butted the heel of her back against her forehead, and said, "Oh, duh--I almost forgot to give your panties back."

Lyra quickly took over Mel's panties and handed them over. They were positively caked in Lyra's cum. She gave Mel an amused, expecting look. Mel paused indecisively, then chuckled and rolled her eyes as she put them on. She'd need to take her clothes off when she got home, but for now she enjoyed the tingle on cum on her skin.

On the train, sitting in a puddle of Lyra's cum was making Mel desperately horny. She considered using the portals then and there but used some restraint. When she got off at her stop, she practically sprinted back home.