Nina hadn’t really given it any thought. Truthfully, she didn’t care either way. She had always been disconnected from the artificial world created by modern man. It was an ugly world, of pluming smoke columns and the nonstop drone of loud machines. Industry blotted the planet like a cancerous infection.
“I don’t know, but we could really live out here,” Nina said. “The Earth provides for its creatures. Nature provides. With fresh water and plenty of food, we have no reason to go back.”
“Assuming none of that runs out.”
“It won’t.”
“How can you be so sure? And don’t tell me that life finds a way.”
Nina’s eyes had adjusted to the darkness. Aiden and her were about the same height, and both of their cocks were equally erect, a few inches separating the turgid tips. Hers was throbbing again. It always throbbed. Nina supposed that was one negative aspect about having a cock—she couldn’t think of much else when it was hard. Again, that was what nature intended. The primary goal of any species was to secure a legacy through breeding. Nina didn’t need a partner now, but …
“Show me what’s between your legs, Aiden.”
“My … oh. Uh, yeah okay.”
The standard male instrument of reproduction looked naked without the associating sac underneath, but Aiden’s manhood wasn’t totally alone with the absence of his scrotum. Just below, as Nina witnessed the light shining between his thighs, was a little slit, almost hidden if he stood naturally. With his legs spread, it was obvious what it was.
“Meg said I could be a mother now,” Aiden told her, laughing. “Like I want to be a mother. I think she was joking.”
“She inspected it thoroughly?” Nina’s heart raced.
“Not really.”
It was as real as any other, despite being on an otherwise male body. Aiden was a true hermaphrodite, just like her and Meg.
“Have you played with it yet?”
“I—”
Nina didn’t wait for him to finish. Instead, she fell to her knees and scooted up to him, her own cock desperate for attention. A scent caught on the outer edge of her nostrils, sweet and pungent. She inhaled it vigorously, following the invisible, twisting trail of it back to the source. A finger went up to greet Aiden’s newest part, barely touching the outer lips before slipping on back to his slightly damp entrance. It pushed in easily.
Aiden inhaled sharply. “Meg, she might—”
“You said she was gone.”
“But she might come back!”
“Yelling like that, she might.” Nina winked. “Besides, the institution of monogamy is so preposterous. If we all live under this roof, then we’re all going to have sex with each other. It’s natural.”
“Oh.”
Nina moved the finger within, following the tight passageway as it went up into Aiden’s groin. It was completely genuine, from the pink outer folds to the viselike grip his inner walls were giving her finger. Aiden was clearly inexperienced at all this, and that was totally understandable.
Meanwhile, his cock remained firmly erect, and Nina causally stroked her own while eyeing the swollen head of his. A tingle shot to her loins as she thought about how different they were now, creatures of nature transcended to a level beyond humanity. The rest of the world wished they could be like the three of them, male and female at the same time.
No, stop with the archaic thinking, Nina reminded herself. We aren’t male or female anymore. We simply just are.
“I … didn’t think it would feel like that,” Aiden squeaked.
“And what did you think it would feel like?” The corner of Nina’s mouth turned upward.
It didn’t require much time before Aiden’s new pussy was thoroughly wet. His body responded as predicted, and Nina loved how the velvety inner walls felt around two of her fingers. He was panting now, experiencing pleasure from a perspective that only she had known before.
With his scent strong in the air around the both of them, Nina removed her two fingers and gazed at the strings of juice connecting them. She went in for the taste without a second thought, sucking both of them. After, she placed that same hand around her own cock, swabbing the mixture of pussy juice and saliva all along the shaft of her aching prick. Her pelvis lurched forward as it enlarged a tiny bit more, thickening to fill the fist of five slippery fingers.
Nina closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. The perception of her own pussy was there, just barely. Her new cock drowned everything else out.
“I’m so wet!” Aiden exclaimed, examining himself. “Is that normal?”
“Completely,” she assured him.
“Wet and hard. Jesus.”
As much as Nina wanted to try out her new tool for the first time on a willing partner, she had to stop herself. It was easy to tempt a traditionally male mind into sex, but convincing Meg that this was the true path for them would require a more delicate method.
But Nina wasn’t letting him leave without getting off.
They sat across from each other, a knot of legs with their crotches touching at the center. Side by side, their cocks were almost identical in size and shape, though Nina had to smile at the realization that hers might’ve been a smudge longer! What a twist of fate—the former girl had a bigger dick than the guy did.
Aiden started, “I’m not sure about—”
Nina wrapped her juice-covered fingers around his member and started tugging. That shut him up good.
The urge to climax was strong. Nina had never felt anything like it while being a girl. Aiden had grown up with a cock, but for her this was mostly still new. She jerked the both of them off furiously, one hand sweeping up and down both of their throbbing cocks. Pre-cum dribbled out of the ends, getting caught up in the fast-moving fingers to give the pair of thick shafts a shiny coating.
Aiden was panting the hardest, resting on his palms as the pleasure was provided for him. His cock was as hard as she had ever seen, just like hers.
“Play with … with your pussy,” Nina moaned, arching her back on the last syllable.
He didn’t need to be told twice. From one eye, she watched as the fingers disappeared between their grinding bodies to find that sweet hole down below. Suddenly, Aiden’s voice went up an octave. With his hand at work, he almost sounded like a girl. His appearance ruined the illusion though, with the distinct lack of boobs and, well, pretty much everything else.
Oh yeah, breasts! Nina had totally forgotten about her own until now.
With the glass room echoing with their voices, Nina pinched a nipple with one hand and worked the pair of cocks with the other, fighting through the strain in her wrist of repeated motion. The combined girth of both of them was too much to wrap her fingers completely around, but she did her best, feverishly moving the palm back and forth until it was a blur.
“I’m gonna—”
—come. It was Nina’s new favorite experience. Having an orgasm with a cock was so much different! With the pressure building in her lower abdomen—the second time today—she couldn’t wait for the finale.
They reached the breaking point almost in unison, with Aiden throwing his body upward at the onset of climax, sending out a huge rope of cum into the air. Nina’s followed close behind, the head of her fat cock swelling one last time before a thick wad of release came flying out. The ensuing blasts of sticky seed went over the both of them, splattering on their tummies and ricocheting all over their chests.
Nina pumped her own cock like an animal after the main explosion, maintaining that orgasmic high as long as possible until there was no more gooey release to come out. Only then did she stop.
The aftermath was a mess! Their cum had gone everywhere, and not just little clumps. A globule of Nina’s had gotten Aiden on the cheek, and more had pooled on his chest, sticking between the hairs next to his skin. Likewise, his belly was coated with the stuff, and so was hers. Nina even saw some between her breasts, and another chunk on her left nipple.
A sti
cky line of it ran around her fingers—which hadn’t let go yet.
Aiden collapsed to his back. “I think I need a … a nap.”
Michelle tossed herself onto the mattress, an action which she instantly regretted. All four of her breasts slapped together, jiggling all at once. The dry pad for her body was a great relief, however, for the entire other side of the mattress had been soaked with breast milk. It wasn’t intentional! They just kept on leaking even when her fingers weren’t touching them.
Stop leaking, she wanted to tell them, but breasts didn’t respond to voice commands. She wished they did, though. Go back to your normal size; that’d be her second instruction.
Laying on her side was the only way to be comfortable, if comfort with four massive, milk-filled breasts was even possible. On her back, it felt like the things were bags of bricks trying to crush her ribcage. Turning to her stomach was out of the question. So, on the side it was.
The glass house was mostly dark, but not quiet. The shapes of Aiden and Nina were on the other side, several rooms from her. Through the many shadows and reflections, it was sometimes hard to see them. There was no question what they were doing, however.
Michelle’s hand casually came up to the uppermost nipple. A warm wetness was already there. That was no surprise. What was a surprise was the second row of breasts that had grown in underneath the original. They weren’t as big as the top ones, but they weren’t small, either! Michelle guessed they were a cup-size or two behind, but that still meant they were well into the D-range if she had to be the judge. With four breasts that size or larger, moving around was downright tiresome.
A long ribbon of milk oozed from the top right one, dipping down into the dark crevice of cleavage before the accumulation had become great enough to drip. The dark stain in the mattress steadily grew.
The rain had let up for now. Michelle contemplated heading back to the truck, but she was liable to get lost in the darkness. And carrying around that massive weight on her chest at night—when her balance was all off—was just asking for an accident. The Environmental Disaster Assessment Division office could wait until morning. There was a CB in the truck. She’d call ahead once she reached it.
Michelle’s eyelids dipped for a moment, right before the pale blonde girl entered the house. Her head turned, eyes settling on Michelle herself. Her jaw dropped.
No, don’t even—
She entered the room. “You’ve got four … four,” she said, pointing.
The coveralls didn’t cover much anymore. The zipper was next to useless now, and having her breasts out was the better alternative to stuffing them into a too-tight space. Besides, damage to the uniform would come out of her paycheck!
“Have you told the others?”
“You know, it seems kinda irrelevant when everyone else is like that.” She nodded her head toward Meg’s crotch. Her cock was halfway erect.
“What?” She glanced down. “Oh. I guess you’re right. I shouldn’t be surprised.”
Michelle saw she was carrying something in her hand. “What do you have there?”
“This fruit?” She showed it to her.
Michelle didn’t recognize it. It was about the size of an apple, but somewhat elongated like a banana, except yellowish-orange in color.
Meg came closer. “You wouldn’t believe me.”
Michelle snorted. “With all that’s happened? I’d have a harder time not believing it.”
So Meg told her. “During the day, when everyone started changing, I was gone. I was away from the house.”
Michelle nodded, following her so far.
“This thing grew in before I came back,” she explained, pointing to her crotch. “And, well … I was kinda overwhelmed, but I couldn’t … uh … stop myself.”
Even in the low light, Michelle could see her cheeks turning red.
“Yeah, I get it. Go on.”
Meg shook her head. “Anyway, skipping to the end. There was a lot that came out. It went all over the dirt. I didn’t think anything of it, except there was a plant there. It was small, but I think it grew out of the soil in a matter of seconds. And then now I went back, and it’s almost as big as I am! These were growing on it, too.”
Michelle’s eyes focused on the strange-looking fruit in her hand.
“Okay, let’s back the truck up, do a U-turn, and start over. Your cum, that’s what you mean, right?”
Meg nodded.
“Your cum went into the soil, and then a plant sprouted, which then fruit appeared from. Is that correct?”
“That’s pretty much all of it.”
Michelle rubbed her eyes. She had been expecting sleep, but now she was fully awake again. “Oh, is this going to get any weirder?”
When she looked at Meg again, the blonde girl’s attention was on something else, a foot or so away from her gaze. Michelle followed her eyes, turning down to look at her massive breasts. All four of them were squeezed together, the right two resting on the left two. It was probably a comical scene, but Meg wasn’t laughing.
“You’re lactating?” she asked suddenly.
Michelle sighed. “It comes with the boobs.”
Meg stared at all four of her breasts. “You must be making a lot.”
“More than my fingers can keep up with, yeah.”
“What if the rest of us help you?”
Now Michelle was really awake.
Meg came forward, her feet almost silent on the hardwood. She knelt down next to Michelle, her eyes lighting up as they neared those four gargantuan orbs.
“Nina was going on about this happening for a reason, but I didn’t believe her,” she mumbled.
“What?”
“Look, you even have four of them. One for each of us. See? One, two, three, and four.”
“If you’re suggesting—”
“Well, maybe we should tell Nina, but isn’t breast milk really nutritious? Like, Aiden and I were talking about staying here, but we can’t live on berries the whole time. They won’t last the whole year obviously. And nobody knows a thing about hunting.”
Michelle closed her eyes for a moment, believing that this was a dream. Upon opening them, Meg was still there, knelt beside her breasts with that strange fruit in her hand. And she still had that cock between her legs—from where the seed came, which caused a plant to grow that sprouted fruit. Good grief.
She was on to something, though. Having four lactating breasts was a pain, and two hands simply weren’t enough to keep up. Even when working constantly, they all continued to ache, as if each one was completely full with milk.
She could see it in the girl’s eyes, that longing for something tasty. Breast milk was delicious, though. Michelle could attest to that. Her own tummy was full of it, but one thirsty belly just wasn’t enough.
Finally, she sighed. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“But only because we’re in the middle of the woods and—”
“Oh, thank you! Is it really good? I hope it’s really good.”
Michelle smirked. “The best milk I’ve ever tasted.”
That was all the encouragement Meg needed—if she even needed more. To demonstrate the prolific nature of her milk production, Michelle pinched the top-right breast. The emission was no longer a spray, but a stream. The sheer force propelled it two feet away, where it splattered all over the floor. After, several white droplets oozed out, dripping to the bed.
“Here. You can tell me how this tastes,” said Meg, offering the fruit in exchange.
For now, Michelle’s wish for sleep hadn’t been granted. The blonde girl saw to that by leaning in and taking the nipple between her lips. Even though she was gentle the whole way, Michelle’s body still tensed up when the contact was made. Her mouth enclosed the grape-sized nub, forming a perfect seal around the base.
Then, she started to suck.
“Oh!” Michelle exclaimed, shocked by the sudden sensation of the air leaving Meg’s mouth. Right away, milk b
egan to spill out, leaving in such a rush that the blonde girl’s throat was constantly swallowing it. At some points, she couldn’t even keep up with the excessive rate, for little white ribbons came oozing from the corners of her lips. The entire breast quivered as she worked to bring out more and more of the tasty substance.
Pausing for a moment to gather her thoughts, Michelle looked away from the scene—even though the suckling noises continued unabated—and eyed the fruit in her hand. It was big enough to fit perfectly in her palm, though the elongated nature of it gave it a strange balance. The texture was smooth like an apple’s, and it had a pleasant scent emanating from its skin. The stem was freshly torn and still green.
What have I gotten myself into?
Figuring that the night couldn’t possibly get any weirder, Michelle brought the fruit to her mouth and sank her teeth in. A gush of tasty juice oozed out from within, leaking all down her lips. Better yet, the fruit was sweet and delicious all the way to the core, even more flavorful than the best apples. She pulled off a piece and chewed it generously, loving how her taste buds reacted.
Michelle nodded approvingly. “Not bad for fruit grown from cum.”
Meg turned her head, her lips still planted around the nipple. The two locked eyes momentarily.
“Oh, don’t mind me. Just talking to myself,” Michelle said before taking another bite, wondering how in the hell she was going to explain all this to … anyone.
Aiden yawned and stretched. The night was dark and frigid, and his hands clumsily searched around for anything warm to grab onto. He rolled to his back, and then to his left, pulling his legs close to his body. He silently wished for some pajamas, or bedding that consisted of more than just a thin white sheet.
His cheek touched something tepid and rather stiff.
Aiden’s eyes cracked open. The glass house was dark at night, but it wasn’t impossible to see. Somehow, in the middle of the night, he had flipped completely on the bed. His feet were next to Meg’s head, and now his upper body was all curled up against her naked thigh.
Right in front of his nose was her cock.
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