Maddi stifled a pleasured groan with each bite of prime rib she ate. The tender ribbons of meat melted under tongue and did much to help her ignore Diana grinning across the table. Her sister’s volatile treachery terrified her, but every time the feeling seemed overwhelming, Maddi stuffed another protein in her mouth.
“Diana, Madison. I can’t believe this.” Dr. Dory Drake smiled from her seat next to Rochelle. She was a brown-haired woman in her 60s with square vintage glasses and a pressed, dark charcoal suit. “You guys were teenagers the last time I saw you.”
“My girls grew up quickly,” Rochelle sighed.
“Some more than others,” Diana snickered.
“Something I know all too well.” Dory nodded. “So, Madison. You’re a senior in college now?”
Maddi shook her head. “Next year.”
“Three semesters to go.” Dory muttered. “Well, done.” She cut her eyes at Rochelle and went on. “She’d just make the minimum.”
Maddi looked up. “Minimum for what?”
Rochelle laid down her fork. “Maddi, Dr. Drake and I want you to transfer to Moringa. Our attendance and retention rates aren’t what they should be.”
“You want to send me across the country just to pad the futanari college’s graduation numbers?” Maddi blinked.
“In a manner of speaking, yes that’s exactly what I want you to do.” Rochelle cocked her head. “The Masters Foundation has given millions to ensuring this Moringa experiment works. But how would it look if the daughters of prominent futa didn’t attend as well?”
“It’s a good school, Madison.” Dory added. “My daughters would go if they were younger.”
Maddi’s face reddened. She brushed the dingy brown hair from her face and grimaced. “Mom, what about my children?”
“You’d only attend for a year, Maddi.” Rochelle dismissed. “Besides, from what Evan says, half of those girls are giving them up for adoption. Not to mention that none of them seem to want anything to do with you anymore.”
“Humph.” Dory hummed to Rochelle. “Sounds like she could use some of Moringa’s detox time.”
“Gosh.” Rochelle snapped. “Dory, don’t tell me you’re holding tight to this ridiculous ‘no sex between students’ rule.”
Dory tapped her index finger on the table with a steady rhythm. “Young futanari need to learn self-control, Rochelle. The deck is already stacked against us when society thinks we’re nothing but sex-crazed rapists.”
Maddi nearly choked on her beef, clearing her throat with a few strong coughs. She tried her best to keep her eyes away from Diana.
“There hasn’t been a single pregnancy or STD pandemic there in its entire history. That’s four years, Dory.” Now Rochelle’s words grew angry and offended.
“Exactly my point.” Dory argued with her hands. “If we expect to entice more Daphne Macron’s to attend, it needs to stay that way.”
“Who’s Daphne Macron?” Maddi asked in a low voice.
Dory first turned to Rochelle whom in turn looked away. Then to Maddi, “She’s the first cisgendered woman to attend Moringa. High SAT scores, community activist, national scholar. She could have gone Ivy, but she came to us. You’d probably get along with her. She’s a junior, too.”
“There’s only one reason a girl like that wants to hang around with us.” Diana quipped with disdain. “I’m sure she’s taking in the ‘cultural experience’ as we speak.”
“If she wants to be expelled.” Dory added. “So what do you say, Maddi? Can you give up sex for a year to help futa-kind?”
Maddi pressed her fork into another cube of beef. She marveled at the reddish clear fluid that gushed from the holes. “I’ll think about it, Dr. Drake.”
Dory smiled. “See that you do.”
Diana raised her hand. “I wanna go to Moringa.”
Rochelle smirked. “Finish a semester without dropping a class and we’ll talk.
“Guess we know who the favorite is.” Diana said under her breath as she cut her eyes at Maddi. She ensured her voice was loud enough for her sister to hear.
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Maddi left the bathroom and stepped back on the veranda. She bundled herself up, realizing the last vestige of summer was gone. Looking upward, Maddi marveled at the cold-looking moon that sat in the sky like a sphere of ice. The bright glow stirred her thoughts.
“Hey!” Maddi jumped at Diana’s startling shout. Her sister at the door leading back into the house, spreading her arms wide like a goalie.
“Fuck me.” Diana’s grin grew pointed and menacing.
Maddi tensed her stomach. “No.”
Diana shrugged. “Okay. Then let me fuck you.” Her hands moved to the bulge in her middle. “You’d do well with one of these. Maybe you’ll finally gain some weight.”
Maddi shook her head with finality. “I’m done.”
“Done?” Diana’s sterling grey eyes went big. “With what? The game? Our plan? Our FUCKING DREAM?!?” She lunged at Maddi and grabbed her shirt. Pulling her close enough to smell the meat on Maddi’s breath, she grit her teeth. “You run right along to your special little college. You’ve already been replaced.” She hissed before pushing her away.
Maddi caught herself before stumbling further. Her pulse raced as she feared another attack. Her breath lay heavy in the frigid night air she took a trembling step backwards. She balled her fists together so tightly her knuckles cracked.
“Oh, calm down.” Diana spat. “You’re so frail it wouldn’t even be a fair fight. Not that I really care about fair.” She smiled again, swaggering towards Maddi. Diana took care to lift up her shirt painfully slow. Her normally flat tummy showed a prominent bump and impending stretch marks. She smiled again. “This is the real reason I’m not strangling you. Futa on futa? Odds of her being futa is pretty high, no?”
“You’re replacing me with my own daughter?” Maddi cocked her brow, trying to swallow down her dry throat.
Then Diana’s smile faded. “She’s not your daughter. She’s a Goddess. She’s going to walk the earth never wanting for anything. The world will bow to the Queen of futanari. And you know what Madison?” She squeezed her sister’s hand before bringing it to rest on her belly. “I’m going to teach her that every woman belongs to her. She’s going to have hundreds of children. If not thousands.” She watched Maddi’s terrified expression with care, slowly guiding her hand down. “Who knows,” She giggled. “Maybe one day she’ll come across one of your kids and--”
Maddi pushed past Diana, a look of terror and disgust wrought on her face. When her feet touched the indoor carpet, she turned for one last glance to confirm her fears. Diana had pulled her rigid cock from her pants and stroked her hardening flesh in front of her sister. “I think I’ll go watch our home movie later. Sure you don’t want to join?”
Maddi winced. “That night was a mistake, Diana. A disgusting mistake.”
Diana laughed, continuing to work her flesh into a full hard-on. “You don’t get to blow your load in your sweet little sister then claim I'm the disgusting one. You need to face that you’re just like me.”
Maddi raced down the stairs.
---
Rochelle popped the cork from the wine bottle and poured it in her glass in lucious crimson ribbons. She dipped her nose beyond the glass’s rim and deeply inhaled. “Did you get the wire transfer from the Masters Foundation, Dory?” She gestured to her guest who sat on the living room sofa.
Dory declined her friend’s offer for wine, but confirmed her receipt of the money. “You know you don’t have to do that.”
“My family owned the factory where your mother was killed.” Rochelle said matter-of-factly. “And the experiments they ran are the cause of all this. You. Me. Our girls.” She slinked back to the couch and sat a few feet from Dory. “Masters Energy Corp is not--”
“--Not the company it used to be. I know, honey.” Dory afforded her friend a gentle pat on the knee. “We’re all in this together. But I feel like you’re still trying to buy my loyalty and friendship.”
“Sorry.” Rochelle turned away. “I’m still feeling this CEO thing out.”
“Life will get easier once you start to forgive yourself. Trust me.” Dory smiled. “But every dollar you give me goes to help some scared young futanari.”
“That’s good to hear.” She sighed with relief. “Dory, I miss your calming spirit. Are you sure you can’t say any longer?”
Dory winced and checked her phone. “My flight leaves in 4 hours. I need to see my sister in Chicago before heading back to London. Come to think of it, my Lyft should be here in a few minutes.”
Rochelle stuck her bottom lip out. “Okay, my globetrotting futa sister.” She stood to meet Dory’s loving embrace. She kissed Dory’s wrinkled cheek before pulling away. “God, I’m so rude. How are your girls? Were you able to see them?”
Dory nodded on the verge of tears. “Yeah, and they’re good. Finally talking again. Look, I know you think I’m too hard on futanari. But I see what happens when we don’t reign in our cravings. That Maddi of yours is special. I think she wants more discipline.”
“I know.” Rochelle adjusted her glasses before sighing. “I wish Diana would get it together.”
Dory frowned and did little to hide her contempt. “I think she has a lot more cunning than you give her credit for. She’d be the first one I’d try to reign in.”
“You make it sound like she’s dangerous.” Rochelle laughed.
“My apologies. I’m sure I’m overreacting.” She crossed her arms and wore her discomfort on her slouched shoulders. “Feel free not to answer this, but you didn’t seem the least bit surprised to hear Maddi had so many girls pregnant. Rochelle, just how many children do you have?”
Rochelle hugged her friend again. “Dory, if I told you, I’d never see you again. Have a good flight.”
Maddi’s sprint down the stairs disturbed their embrace, and they broke apart to examine the commotion. “Honey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Maddi snapped, zipping up her plain black jacket. “I just have to go study.” She hugged her mother before turning to Dory. “Nice to see you again, Dr. Drake.”
“You too, honey. Maybe I’ll see you at graduation next year.” She waved. “I’m leaving, too.”
Rochelle saw them both out, locking the door behind. She turned was startled to find Diana’s solemn half-silhouetted figure standing at the top of the stairs. “Geez, honey.” Rochelle grabbed her chest. “What are you doing?”
“Mom, I have to tell you something.” She moped during her descent, caressing her stomach. “I’m having a little princess.”
Rochelle’s jaw dropped. “Oh. Wow.” She gestured. “Come. Sit.” With a heavy sigh, her voice turned grave. “That must have been quite a party. Are there any more impending children I should know about?” She watched Diana curl herself into a ball on the sofa corner and said ‘11’ as her current score. “Fuck.” Rochelle drew a hand to her chest.
Diana shrugged. “I thought you wanted us to do what comes natural to futa.”
“Of course.” Her mother regained her composure. “But you two have hit me with 20 kids this week. Thank God for tiny houses.” She smiled. “I suppose you’ll want to move into one yourself.”
“Not exactly,” Diana’s eyes shifted. “I found some waterfront properties you can pick from.”
“Diana.” Rochelle scolded. “I told you and Maddi the same thing. Every baby receives the same support unless you marry their mother. Do you plan to marry this boy?”
“That’s not a possibility.” Diana shook her head. Her voice quaked with a tinge of panic. “Mother, I’m asking you on behalf of your flesh and blood. My princess demands the best.”
“Relax, Diana.” Rochelle conjured her most soothing voice. “The ranchers and ramblers all have good neighborhoods and school districts.”
“Yet another thing that doesn’t matter because she’s not going to a public school!.” She crowed. “I have her Montessori already picked out.”
“Listen, honey.” Rochelle grew stern. “The only way our lifestyle works is that we remain frugal. If you want all these extra things for your child, you will work for them. I can’t just give it to you.”
Diana wore a morose look as enthusiasm faded from her face. Her chest heaved and panic set in. “Okay.” She moped, eyes shifting about the room. “Okay.” She echoed in a faint whisper. “Okay.” The distressed girl picked herself up in silence, caressing her belly as she retired upstairs.
Rochelle sighed and threw back her head. “I swear that kid’s gonna be the death of me.” She finished her glass of wine.
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It was one of those nights Maddi knew she’d have trouble sleeping. She ate too much and the undigested meat lay heavy in her aching stomach. “I should really look into those vegetable things.” She muttered to herself atop her bed, a long white tee her sole cover. Her fingers found her protruding tummy. “Diana’s got the same gut now.” Maddi felt even worse now. She realized the chemicals in her brain popped and buzzed at the thought of watching Diana’s belly grow. Now those same fingers spidered down to touch her cock. It was rock hard—as she feared.
Maddi made her way to her computer desk and opened the browser. Her trembling fingers typed out her favorite porn tube site while nervousness gathered in her chest. She looked in vain for a direct link. Perhaps that would look like she stumbled into it. But with her heart violently pounding, she caved at last and typed it out.
Incest. Maddi licked her dry lips as she stroked the enter key. Her free hand performed her favorite masturbatory trick. With her thumb pressed against her balls, she fingered her dripping pussy. She drank in video after video, mostly brothers fucking their step-sisters whilst home alone. If she were lucky, there’d be a fat, juicy creampie at the end. She found a lovely one in particular, a brilliant shot of the brother fucking her sister from behind. “I’m ovulating don’t come in me, okay?” She pleaded in a voice both husky and guttural. “I mean it!” She groaned.
“Don’t cum in me.” Maddi whispered through pursed lips. Her finger-fucking intensified. “Don’t cum in your sister.”
Then he groaned. Maddi’s eyes bugged when she saw the cum pulse through the guy’s veiny shaft. The cum dripped from his sister’s perfectly tanned round ass as he withdrew his wilting cock.
“Ahhh..” Maddi made a breathless sigh. “You’re gonna get so pregnant.” She slid her soaking fingers up to grip her cock. “I'll make you so pregnant.”
Maddi planted her bare feet on the floor and dug her tiny pink toes into the carpet. She stroked herself with a sense of urgency—as if her mother was headed down the hall. Maddi relished in the sensation of each ridge and vein her cock throbbing and pulsing. She dipped a finger past her slit and smeared in other her cockhead. With loud, heavy breathing she arched her back, bracing her body as the climax hit her.
“NNGH!” Maddi bit her lip. Her bony frame rocked back and forth in the chair as she slipped her seed on the carpet below. It was when the warm drops splashed on her foot did Maddi realize how carried away she had become. “Oh my god.” She gasped, out of breath. She rubbed her sticky hand over her shirt then clutched her face. “Jesus.”
But the guilt set in quickly. Maddi doubled over her desk and contemplated. She felt like a deviant lost in her own world of taboo. To make matters worse, it may have meant Diana was correct the whole time. “You’re wrong, Diana.” Maddi affirmed. “I confessed to every girl that I lied to. You wanted me to fuck you and I walked away. I’m nothing like you.” She looked down at the drying yellow mess on her shirt and sighed. “But I guess I have to live with the fact that incest gets me off. Whatever.” She pulled off her shirt and made her way to bed.
In the tall freestanding mirror by her door, Maddi caught a glimpse of herself. Despite her recent gorging, each set of ribs were perfectly visible with skin in between that more resembled webbing than the former. She turned to fully face her reflection, taking special care to squeeze each of what she’d call her ‘hideous blobs’. But she squinted eyes and tried her best to smile. “What if I’m actually beautiful?” She thought aloud. “What if I’m actually not a monster?” She needed to at least try to prove it to the girls… the girls, and her mothers, and to Diana, and most importantly -herself.
