2nd chapter! Introduces the three main futa for this half of the story. Ken acts like the little slutty femboy he is. Hell yeah
Contains: futa on male, hyper cock, femboy, cum inflation/excessiveness, mommy dom, gangbang/group sex, double/triple penetration, chastity, cum ATWT
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“Heyyy you made it, and like, right on time!” It was Coral who greeted him, still wearing the bikini top and short-shorts combination Ken had seen her in earlier, “Come on in cutie, the birthday girl is waiting!”
She threw an arm around his shoulder and yanked him into the house, using her bare foot to kick the door closed behind them. Ken was nearly thrown off balance but the sudden handling of his body, but quickly righted himself, hugging himself closely to Coral’s side, a beer bottle dangling from her fingers right next to his face; he struggled to say anything, his eyes glued to the large distension in her shorts, his heart thumping like the drums in the music blaring throughout the home.
Before he knew it he was led into what he assumed was the living room, a large flatscreen showing music videos on it bolted to one of the walls, a half-naked futanari rapper dancing with a group of even more scantily-dressed femboys grinding their huge asses up against her. In the middle of the room a round glass coffee table sat, covered in snacks, plastic red cups, and what Ken could only assume was drug paraphernalia of some kind, having no experience with that sort of thing. Opposite of the television was the couch, where the other two futanari he’d be entertaining for the night lounged.
Perched against one arm of the long, L-shaped black leather couch was Vivian, also wearing the same outfit he’d met her in – gray sweatpants and a loose black tank top. She eyed him approvingly, a sly smirk touching her lips, a beer bottle cradled between her bulky, muscular thighs, nuzzled up against the snaking outline of her member; Vivian nodded at him again and then motioned with her head towards the center of the couch, where the reason for his presence was sat.
The third futa – the one he hadn’t met yet – was fairly short and petite, taller than he was but still closer to his height than any other of the third sex he’d ever seen. She had her medium-length blonde hair done up in a messy ponytail, two errant strands hanging down on either side of her face, flanking her features. Her large, blue eyes went wide at the sight of the femboy, a blush touching her alabaster cheeks, her thin lips pulling into a small smile.
A plain white t-shirt covered her torso, her modest breasts creating two moderately-sized protrusions in the material; in general Ken noticed that she didn’t have much of a figure, neither voluptuous like Coral or muscular like Vivian. Hell, if Ken didn’t immediately spot the gigantic bulge in her shorts, he wouldn’t have even realized she was a futanari in the first place! But there, cradled in her short – but not as short as Coral’s – shorts, was a bundle of what could only be a massive cock and balls, so humongous her clothed-package rested on the cushion she was sitting on.
Ken openly drooled at the sight of it!
“That’s Phoebe,” Coral whispered into his ear with a giggle, flicking her tongue across his earlobe, “the birthday futa. Go on and like, introduce yourself to her!”
She pushed him into the middle of the room and took a seat on the other side of Phoebe.
“H-Hi I’m Ken!” Ken greeted her, bending over the coffee table and staring straight at her, the color of his cheeks matching hers, “I heard today was your birthday.”
“Hey Ken, I-I’m Phoebe,” she stuttered, her legs closing in around the bulge of her junk, her eyes darting away from him, “a-and yeah it is. Um, are you my gift?”
“That’s right I am! Happy birthday, Phoebe! What would you like me to do for you, beautiful? I’m all yours tonight.”
Ken grew more comfortable as he assumed the role he was so used to performing.
“U-Um well, I-I-I-“
Phoebe bumbled her way through a request, her words hitching in her throat.
“She wants a show, boy!” Vivian called out with a snarl, reaching a brawny arm out to pat her friend on the back, “And it better be a good one!”
“Mmmm yeah cutie, we want to see it all!” Coral cheered, taking another swig from her beer and leaning forward, “Like, be a good boy and strip!”
Ken ignored them and continued to stare at Phoebe.
“Is that what you want, baby?”
The blonde futanari nodded rapidly, her bulge twitching noticeably.
“You got it!”
Turning around, Ken took one final deep breath before he began, strutting towards the flatscreen; as he did, Vivian grabbed a remote off the coffee table and pressed a few buttons, the volume of the music playing evening out, the bursa merkez escort lights dimming, setting the mood. Studying the way the femboys on the screen danced, Ken decided to mimic them – or at least he was planning on trying – taking a few moments to memorize their movements.
Stretching his arms up into the air and folding them above his head, Ken began to swing his hips in a wide circle, the trio of futanari whistling and clapping their hands behind him. Rotating his body, Ken caught a glimpse of his audience, the college-aged futa grinning, blushing, and massaging their bulges; Ken made sure to throw a wink Phoebe’s way, the smallest – in stature that is – of the three’s blush deepening. She was so cute!
He spun around, facing the television once more. Arms still hovering over his skull, he began shaking his ass, his too-small pink shorts forming around his enormous lower cheeks, stretching until they looked painted onto the two fat globes; the cat-calls from the futa increased in rate and volume, Vivian and Coral shouting excitedly. Slowly Ken bent over, sliding his hands down his sides to his thin knees, his backside popping out, leaning lower and lower until his face was level with his own crotch.
Before he continued, Ken reached back and slapped his own rear, sending both of his cheeks wobbling wildly – this time he swore he heard one of the futa moan! Grinning, his face hidden under his long platinum locks, Ken proceeded to twerk his ass like the femboys in the music videos, only his ass was much, much larger; this wasn’t his first time moving his cheeks in such a lewd manner, more than one futanari having asked him to do the same in his many months of homelessness.
“Oh fuck yeah, shake it, baby!” Coral screeched, “Lemme see you like, move that ass! Hell yeah!”
“Mmmm that’s it, boy,” Vivian joined in, “put that fat ass to work. Fuck, I can’t wait to get my hands on that meat!”
Ken didn’t hear anything from Phoebe.
As he twerked, his rotund cheeks clapping together loudly, the meaty sound audible even through the music blasting around him, Ken crawled his fingers up his bared, flat stomach. Looking over his shoulder, he locked eyes with Phoebe as he started to undress himself, pulling at the hem of his crop top, his ass-shaking not stopping for even a second. He revealed his smooth, delicate skin to the trio of hung onlookers, the futa going wild even though he was showing nothing but his back to them.
Once the bottom of his top reached the start of his lingerie, he spun around once more, waltzing back to the coffee table. He could feel the stares of the futa burrowing into him as he moved, all three of them totally focused on his performance; licking his lips to show off his long, pink tongue, he lifted his top over his chest, unveiling that he was indeed wearing a pink, lacy bralette, one that both hid his flat chest while simultaneously giving the futanari a glimpse of his small nipples.
Throwing his crop top to the side, Ken basked in the hooting and hollering of the futa, giving a sashay of hips as he cupped his bra; he gave his chest a firm squeeze, biting his bottom lip and moaning quietly as he did, his caged-cock pulsating. He ran his hands back down his torso, rhythmically swaying to the beat of the music, his thumbs finding the waist of his shorts. This is where Ken paused, building up suspense, the futanari going absolutely wild as they impatiently waited for the big reveal.
It was time.
“Ready, Phoebe?” Vivian laughed, scooting over to wrap an arm around her friend, “You’re about to get your first taste of prime boy booty!”
“Mmm like, prime is right,” Coral huffed, leaning forward, her tits squishing against her thick thighs, “we’re gonna have a lot of fun with little Ken here tonight. Goddess I can’t wait.”
“N-Neither can I…” Phoebe squeaked, glancing between her companions before her eyes fell back onto Ken, “I’m r-really excited!”
“It’s all for you tonight, beautiful!” Ken cooed, resuming his strip-show, his hips twisting once again, “I am your gift, after all!”
Phoebe giggled shyly.
“Alright, show us the goods, slut!”
Swiveling his lower-half, Ken pulled down his tiny shorts at a snail’s pace, unveiling his baby-bottom-smooth groin and the matching pink-panties gripping his flared hips. Inch by inch his shorts slid down his meaty thighs, several vulgar, encouraging exclamations shouted at him when his underwear-encased chastity cage came into view; he noticed an eyebrow raise from each of the futanari when they noticed the size of his balls, his heavy-hanging sack and its contents far larger than any they’d ever seen on a male.
Once his shorts had crested his package and fell to the floor Ken kicked them away as soon as they bunched at his ankles. Now in nothing but his cage and matching bursa escort bayan lingerie set – along with his collar, of course – he was virtually as naked as could be, the bralette and panties doing little to hide anything; the bottoms hugged his large scrotum and imprisoned dick with an almost painful grip, the lacy material struggling to contain the might of his genitals. Ken sauntered around the coffee table and used his feet to push it backwards, giving him ample space for the remainder of his performance.
Ken planted himself in front of Phoebe, groping his own tender flesh as he did.
“Like what you see, baby?” He asked in a breathy tone, moving so close to the shy futanari that their knees were touching, “Are you enjoying your gift so far?”
She couldn’t take her eyes off of him.
“I-I am! You’re so sexy, um, Ken.”
“Thanks, you are too! Now…”
He stretched his legs around hers.
“…how about we make your birthday even better?”
“Hell yeah, slut, give Phoebe here the time of her life!” Vivian yelled, scooting closer to the birthday-futa, Coral doing the same.
Spinning around on his heels once more, Ken popped his huge ass out and right into Phoebe’s face, the blonde futanari groaning loudly. Continuing to move to the beat of the music, Ken twerked his squeezable lower-cheeks inches away from Phoebe’s mesmerized eyes, her nose so close to backside he could’ve swallowed it with his ass-cleavage, the only thing separating her nostrils and his backdoor the tiny string of his panties. Ken bounced each of his alabaster mounds in turn, clapping them together for his audience’s lurid enjoyment.
Ken dropped his ass directly onto the distension in the young futanari’s shorts, clenching his cheeks down around on her cloth-encased-cock. Grinding himself on her giant package, Ken and Phoebe both moaned from the stimulation, cheers erupting from either side of him; he was a bit surprised that Phoebe didn’t grab his hips and slam him down onto her lap like she was fucking him, the futa even meeker than he thought. That didn’t stop him, however, the white-haired femboy unpausing in his teasing gyrations.
He could feel Phoebe’s bulge engorge under his booty, the swelling lump enticing him to go even further. Rotating his body seductively, his ass clapping, his features elevated by pleasure, Ken faced Phoebe once again, climbed onto the couch, and kneeled above her, his thighs flanking hers; he quickly leaned forward and cradled futa’s head with his arms, mashing her skull into his chest, shimmying his torso like he had breasts to smother her with. Ken could hear Phoebe’s breathing intensify as she was given a faceful of hot boy-flesh.
Continuing in this manner, Ken did everything he could to get a rise from the birthday-futa. He rubbed her face across his midsection, her breath hot and wet on his skin. He plapped his ass and caged-genitals on her much, much bigger bulge, moaning himself as it grew between his legs. He did everything short of kissing Phoebe, a social faux pas for an unowned femboy such as him. Ken only let up after several minutes more of this nigh-unbearable act of seduction.
Phoebe’s face was red and sweaty when Ken released it, but she also couldn’t have looked happier!
“How was that, baby?” Ken purred at her, stroking the side of her face with a svelte finger, “Was it good for you?”
“S-So good! You’re so hot…”
“Mmm about time she had some fun!” Vivian interjected with a raucous laugh, Coral joining in her mirth, “Phoebe always has her nose in the books and never brings any boys home. Time to change that!”
“Smart and beautiful – you’re the full package, aren’t you hun?”
“I-I guess…”
“Speaking of ‘packages’ I see you have something real big for me to handle!” Ken slid off Phoebe’s lap and kneeling between her legs, inches away from her bulge, “Lemme take care of this for you, Phoebe – I can’t stand to see a futa so pent-up!”
“Oh yeah, here comes the good part,” Coral grinned, throwing back the rest of her beer, “You’re gonna have like, the best orgasm of your life, Phoebe!”
Licking his lips again, Ken ogled Phoebe’s bulge, impressed at its size – who would’ve expected that such an unassuming young futanari would be so hung?! Dancing his fingers across her thighs, Ken traced the outline of Phoebe’s cock and balls through her shorts, panting quietly; Ken had to actively restrain his excitement, wanting nothing more than to rip the futa’s bottoms and hop right onto her dick!
Like he did with his own, Ken slowly pulled down Phoebe’s shorts. She moaned and writhed at his touch, her bottom lip folded into her teeth, her face as scarlet as a fire hydrant. Ken uncovered her crotch first, a tangle of blonde, curly pubes popping out over the waist of her shorts; Vivian and Coral giggled at the untamed bush their friend possessed, bursa ucuz escort but Ken didn’t say a word. Hairy or clean shaven – it didn’t matter to him!
He exhaled a throaty moan when the root of Phoebe’s goliath entered his sight. She was so fucking thick! The width of her cock looked comparable to his own forearm – if not even bigger – and he could instantly see a large, throbbing blue vein start at its base and snake up her shaft. Still trying to maintain a steady pace, Ken pulled down the blonde futa’s shorts further down her thighs, making a show of it, savoring the unveiling like it was the last penis he’d ever see.
Her cock just kept coming. It seemed like no matter how far Ken yanked down Phoebe’s shorts she just had more dick stuffed between her legs. Inches turned into over a foot of shaft and her glans still hadn’t popped out into the open, the veiny, pale appendage’s length unending; Ken’s body’s temperature only rose with each new section of monstrous member he laid eyes on, his arousal sky-rocketing. How big was she!? Ken wouldn’t learn the answer until her shorts crested her knees and the entirety of her enormity flopped out and smacked against her torso.
His eyes widened to the size of saucers. Phoebe had, undoubtedly, one of if not the biggest cock that Ken had ever seen, her endowment many degrees more massive than the average futanari. Her member laid across her torso, reaching high enough up her body that her half-covered pink glans nearly touched her own chin, snuggled up between her average bust; by Ken’s own estimates – measuring dicks by sight alone something he was well-practiced at – Phoebe possessed a length that closed in on a couple of feet, unquestionably more than a foot and a half at minimum.
Laced with fat, pulsating-and-pumping veins, Phoebe’s member was easily thicker than Ken’s own fist, and her cockhead was even larger than that! Her urethra throbbed visibly, sieving precum from her balls up through her shaft; her testicles were equally as humongous, each of the churning orbs contained in a wrinkled, hair-laden sack, bloated to such an extent Ken didn’t know if he’d be able to fit one into his mouth! Now that it was free of any confinement, Phoebe’s genitalia appeared preposterously out of place compared to the rest of her figure.
Ken stared at it with big eyes, his jaw hanging open, star-struck like he’d just run into a celebrity.
“Goddess damn, girl!” Vivian whistled, as noticeably impressed as Ken was by the size of her friend’s endowment, “You’ve been packin’ that this entire time? Shit, you could have your pick of boys if you wanted!”
“That’s for sure!” Coral agreed, though she was smirking at Ken’s reaction, “Like, I’ve seen how big you are flaccid in the showers and stuff, but I didn’t think you’d grow this much! You go girl!”
“Thanks guys, um,” Phoebe’s embarrassment deepened, but she didn’t take her eyes off Ken, “it’s not too big is it?”
“I-It’s perfect!” Ken gushed, his hands shaking as he reached for Phoebe’s member, “It’s the biggest, most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen!”
Phoebe smiled and her cock lurched, a large dollop of precum sliding down her shaft.
“Alright, enough staring. Get to work, boy!”
Nodding even though he wasn’t looking at whichever futa had commanded him, Ken eagerly wrapped his slim fingers around the middle of Phoebe’s obese shaft; she immediately moaned and bucked at his touch, her hips lifting off the couch to thrust her member against his palms. Ken pulled her cock from her torso and angled towards his own face, shuffling backwards on his knees just to give himself enough room to work with, the tremendous log of meat shooting out past Phoebe’s knees.
Stroking her extremity, Ken used this moment to get acquainted with her ludicrous size, marveling at how stupendous her organ was. He just couldn’t get over it! Bringing her glans to his mouth, his tongue lolled from his lips, a sliver of drool dripping from its tip; without any hesitation Ken lapped at the tip of Phoebe’s crown, licking off the bead of she-pre dotting her urethra. Another moan emanated from his throat, that single taste of powerful virility satiating his cravings – at least for the time being!
Dragging his wet organ up and down her shaft, Ken covered every colossal centimeter of the monstrous appendage with saliva; Phoebe clutched at the bottom of her shirt, yanking at it, overwhelmed by the pleasure she felt just from Ken’s initial ministrations of her mammoth member. Ken’s cheeks were quickly streaked with his own spit, the scantily-clad femboy rubbing his face across the futa’s cock, basking in every aspect of the blowjob that had only just begun.
He alternated between licks and kisses, planting smooches along the underside of Phoebe’s dick, the affection shown akin to if he was spending time with the love of his life. Working his way across and around her shaft, Ken spit-shined the entirety of Phoebe’s cock, drool running down his chin; he continued to jerk Phoebe’s rock-hard appendage as well, humming with delight at how hot her member was in his hands. It was like he was holding a bowl of soup fresh from the stove!