The Flesh Project

RULE THE WORLD


Setsume rubbed her temple gloomily as she flushed the toilet. She stood alone with her underwear around her shapely ankles, black boxer shorts shackling her long, sexy legs together at foot-level. Though the teenage girl was a striking sight by any standard, especially with both her boxer shorts and pajama bottoms dropped to the floor to reveal her shapely ass, her most distinctive feature was poised over the toilet- a humongous organ, hairless and smooth from the puffy, baseball-sized tip all the way down to the low-swinging, lewd ballsack that so often tickled her 16-year-old thighs.

Setsume finished squeezing the pee from her two-foot monster and fetched a sigh that was overridden by the rush of the refilling toilet tank. Lola, her special girl and favorite companion, had been away almost constantly for the last half-week. The absence was bad enough, but when the girl had returned, always late at night, she was too exhausted and sore engage in anything more than snuggling before dropping off to sleep. Though Setsume loved snuggling with Lola, who was an excellent hugger (and enjoyed wrapping Setsume’s flaccid cock around her body in ways that were delightful) they hadn’t had sex in three full days…and this night would make day number four.

Other things hadn’t been going well either. She and Noah hadn’t been able to make heads nor tails of the “clues” in the crumpled paper (if indeed the words were clues to anything, and not just some stupid idea of a joke) and they also hadn’t been able to figure out who the messenger had been referring to with the ominous statement: “SHE KNOWS WHO RUNS IT”. Not only did they not have any idea who the clue might be referring to- but even if they did find out…how far did knowing the architect of the Flesh Project get them?

“It’s nice to know who built your cage,” Setsume had said, “but does that help us unlock it?” Noah had nodded in agreement, but had encouraged her not to give up hope.

“Someone wants us to figure this thing out,” he had said. “There has to be a reason. Perhaps knowing who is running the Flesh Project will turn out to be important.”

Maybe. And maybe not. The clues were the answer to the initial question- and they seemed hopeless to figure out the answer without deciphering them.

Information seemed impossible to come by. The guards were tight-lipped. All identifying marks on every item had been sanded off or redacted. UPC codes and serial numbers for things as simple as dish detergent and mouthwash were still completely gone- when the bottles themselves weren’t replaced with generic gray plastic containers with handwritten labels. Even the tag on Setsume’s mattress, which according to the warning shouldn’t be removed, under penalty of jail time, was gone.

“Somebody call the FBI!” Lola had joked. They had laughed- but it was becoming less and less funny. And thinking about Lola in the context of her mattress made her realize just how much Setsume missed their almost constant fucking. Several times per day, her raven-haired girlfriend, older than her by three years, would offer up the searing depths of her pussy and ass to be drilled by Setsume’s dick. Setsume would never be able to forget the way Lola would lay on the bed, arching her back, sticking her butt out as she pulled skintight black panties over the bulging half-moons of her bubble-ass…beckoning Setsume with her emerald eyes.

“Where do you want it?” Setsume would ask.

“Anywhere!” Lola would hiss, winking naughtily. “Surprise me.”

Other times, the 19-year-old girl would take a more direct approach, laying on her back with legs spread, using two hands to spread open the blood-engorged lips of her puffy sex while drips of lubrication trickled down to the sheets below.

“Fuck me, make me feel it deep inside!” The words had always driven Setsume wild.

*CLANK*

Setsume was startled out of her reverie by the noise of the toilet tank lid rattling. Her penis had become erect as it was hanging over the toilet- and the head was now lodged under the lip of the tank, just to the right of the flush handle. The cold of the porcelain was chilling against her sensitive cockhead.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake…”she muttered.

She lowered the toilet seat and sat on it, pants and panties still bunched around her ankles. The way Setsume’s athletic ass bunched up against the seat lid as she sat was a breathtaking sight. Her thoughts continued to turn, seemed, in fact, to have a mind of their own.

Perhaps even more than the sex, she missed having Lola around to take away the boredom of the Flesh Project. They were always listening to music together, for example, pressed cheek to cheek, a single pair of headphones shared between them, one ear each. Setsume missed the way they could talk for hours about what they would do once they got out of the Project and were rich and free- the things they would by, the charities to which they would donate. She missed watching movies with Lola (even if her dark-haired beauty had an affection for crappy J-Horror films) and loved the way their hands would sometimes entwine as they both dug for the last bit of popcorn in the bowl.

In many cases they had gone on to make excellent use of these butter-coated hands. Setsume shuddered as her erect cock brushed her right nipple, scraping at her pajama top as it attained a state of moderate hardness. She didn’t have to open her eyes to know that the head was probably bobbing just below her mouth.

“Mmmm…” she gasped, running a hand up and down the length while simultaneously tweaking her perky breast…then stopped.

She opened her eyes, grey and shining in the semi-darkness, lighting up her face like two silver dollars even in the half-light coming from the bedroom. Setsume had not masturbated in a long time- not since arriving at the Flesh Project. She had always saved herself for Lola. But now, relief seemed very far away, and the memories themselves, very close. Very urgent. Experimentally, she twitched the muscles controlling her long, fleshy cock- as one might do when expelling the last few drops of pee after urination. With an almost imperceptible sound, a rivulet of shining pre-cum trickled from her cockhead. Her body, it seemed- was eager for release.

Setsume collected the pearly substance with one delicate finger, and brought it to her mouth, licking with her long, agile tongue. Leaning back on her perch, she then brought her finger to her upper lip, inhaling deeply. The coppery, detergent smell of her incredibly virile sperm quickly filled her nostrils- a smell she had come to associate more with Lola than with herself. How many times had she fingerbanged Lola’s wet slit as the smell of her emissions had come wafting out of the recently fucked opening? It seemed like hundreds. And how many times had Setsume shared a deep kiss with Lola after the dark-haired beauty had swallowed a massive load of her cum?

“Mmmmmmm!” hissed Setsume, as she moved a hand to each of her pert, perfect nipples, kneading them roughly through the fabric. The girl could stand it no longer- she needed release. And though Dr. Hardman had told each participant early in the Project that “if you need to fuck, track someone down and fuck them- no one should be jerking off” she was in no mood to go knocking at the door of anyone non-Lola.

Setsume was wearing a tight, long-sleeved shirt as a pajama top, cottony and smooth, and lifted the bottom of the shirt over her cock as if pitching a giant tent. The tent became a straight up-and-down bulge as the cock went flat against her sexy chest under the confinement of the fabric, laying hotly between her teenage tits. Even as she continued to twiddle her tit-nubs, Setsume shifted her upper body slightly, and gasped with contentment as the head of her cock slid through the tight neck-hole of her shirt. Closing her eyes, she lowered her head, mantis-like, and began from suck on herself hungrily, bathing emerging head of her cock in slick teenage spit. Abruptly, she crushed down hard on her tits with either hand, pushing them together and outward from her chest, feeling them compact and flow around the flesh of her cock.

“Mmmmmmgh!” Setsume gasped, loving the sensation of her tits crushed together around the hardness of her own meat. Her black hair, tied upward for bedtime in a punkish topknot, shifted only slightly as she attacked herself with licks, sucks, and urethral tongue-dives. The girl could taste precum as it began to leak into her mouth. She could feel the heavy weight of her balls as they lay, swollen to the size of large Florida oranges, on the toilet seat. She knew she had come too far to stop- and with the size of the load brewing in her impossibly virile organs, she was liable to make a gigantic mess of herself.

She didn’t care. Gasping whorishly, the teen lowered one tit-fiddling hand and put it to work sliding under the superheated nut-satchel between her legs, questing to tease the sexy asshole that lay between the unparalleled buns that had cushioned her so perfectly in her masturbatory excursions. In her mind, Setsume could hear Lola’s voice.

“Yeah…fuck me…do it to me….fuck me….harder….fuck me…fuck me…yeah…fuck me with that beautiful cock…yeah…fuck me….”

As Setsume slipped one agile pinky finger into her asshole, immediately moving it upward to press against her prostate, she began to flex her powerful asscheeks, driving her lower body slightly upward with each flex, getting some movement going between her mouth and her cock. She grasped desperately at her right breast, tweaking the nipple like a radio dial, and licked with all her might at the few inches of dick that were lodged in her mouth, sliding her wet tongue over the underside as her humping motions served to drag the monster cockhead back and forth against her cheeks and the roof of her mouth.

Her mouth remained full of visions of Lola, her ears were ringing with naughty remembrances of the 19-year-old’s sultry voice.

“Cum inside me. Make me feel you in there all night!”

“Fuck me harder…I want to feel your big balls bouncing off my pussy…”

“Never…stop…fucking me!”

“Aaaaaaaaaum!” she gasped, and the twitching in her nuts told her she was about to experience a short, satisfying, but messy cum. Deciding that she didn’t feel like guzzling a quart of her own girl-sperm right before bed, Setsume fiddled, fingered and sucked herself until she could stand no more- but let her cock slip from her mouth at the pivotal moment and stretched her body out, tensing her amazing legs, causing her cockhead to slip back inside her shirt to lay between her breasts.

And then she came. Setsume gasped and jittered as she bathed her own tits in what seemed like a champagne explosion of greasy ball-batter. The air was filled with the lewd, wet noise of her powerful ejaculations…

*SPLURT!* *SPLURT!* *SPLURT!*

…and the front of her cute nightshirt quickly gained a spreading dark spot, a thick cum-stain that threatened to take up the entire chest area of the garment. Setsume exhaled desperately, still flicking furiously at her own asshole with a pink finger, still yanking desperately at one tingling nipple, as her orgasm rode through her like a pack of wild horses. She could feel ropes and splatters of sticky cum spreading over her tight, sexy chest as they ricocheted off the inside of her shirt, sight-unseen.

“Oh god…” she groaned, biting her bottom lip. She removed her finger from her asshole and groped at her ball-sack, as if to ascertain the amount of cum that might still lie within- and the news was astounding. Her peerless balls were still swimming in seas of goeey sperm underneath the stretched skin of her scrotum. Meanwhile, more eruptions of jizz soaked her chest. Rivulets of sticky white liquid began to run downward from the hanging bottom of each perfect breast, leaving white lines on her midsection. She could feel some of the sperm-lines dripping down the sides of her butt.

“Mmmmmmmmmm!” she groaned again, and twitched her body, rising slightly only to fall to her knees in front of the toilet, gasping hard. Feeling animalistic and sexually charged, Setsume stripped off her shirt like a soccer player who had just scored a winning goal, reveling in the lewd, peeling sensation of the sperm-soaked fabric as it separated from her skin. She held the shirt in one hand, feeling the sperm-loaded, nasty weight of it,and knelt, panting, in the near-darkness. Her cock drooped to the floor with a thump, issuing the last looping coils of her ejaculation onto the tile floor. Her chest was a slimy mess of dickgirl cum. The sight of her kneeling there, with her perky teenage tits covered in a sheen of her own jizz, nipples erect and poking out, would have been enough to make any voyeur drop to his knees and ejaculate.

Suddenly tired, Setsume dropped to her hands and knees. She then rolled over, laying flat on the floor. Staring at the ceiling, she felt her breathing slow. Sinfully, she brought her soaked shirt to her mouth and sniffed. The smell of sperm was almost enough to knock her out. She let the shirt fall and slipped her pants and panties, formerly hog-tying her ankles, off of one leg. Nearly naked, Setsume spread-eagled herself, letting each long limb extend, as she looked at the ceiling. The black glass dome lodged there, with security camera beneath, was the only witness to the absolute perfection of her body as it lay in this state, legs seeming to stretch on forever, black hair piled on the floor behind the face of a warrior-goddess, grey gunslinger’s eyes shining…to say nothing of the long, powerful cock nestled between her tits.

“Jesus Christ, I hope she gets done with her testing soon,” mumbled Setsume, and looked up at the shower head from her position on the floor. Groggily, she kicked off the last of her clothing and began to rise, turning the shower nozzle to “On” as she went.


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Meanwhile, April Wilder still lay face-down on Lorelai’s bathroom floor. It was an unpleasant position to be in- as it forced her to lay with the entire front of her entire body grinding up against the piss-soaked tile- but it was the only way she could take the pressure off of her duct-taped arms. Laying on her back was not an option.

Her jaw had begun to ache. The metal spanner was still jammed between her upper and lower teeth on the left side of her mouth. In addition, her nostrils we still stretched wide by the nose hooks that Lorelai had placed there nearly two hours before. April was glad that no mirror was within sight of her- she could only imagine how she must look with her every facial opening stretched wide, and hateful, degrading words drawn on her body in permanent marker.

Her mouth, nose and eyes were still stinging from all the piss that had been fired into and against them in the prior hour- and her belly was positively sloshing with it. Lorelai, in addition to having the largest cock April had ever seen, also seemed to have a limitless capacity for urination. She had left April filled to the brim with steaming hermaphrodite urine only an hour before, pissing what had seemed like a small lake inside the horrified girl- and yet she had still returned twice in the interim to hose down April’s writhing body with additional streams. She had stopped only when Ashley pointed out that the wetness might loosen April’s bonds, requiring them to retie her- and they were low on duct tape.

Still, April now had something new to fixate on. She was already in absolute dismay over her brother’s betrayal (and subsequent callous and degrading behaviour) and the foul, nasty things that he and Lorelai were doing to her. Now, Lorelai had injected her with some sort of chemical that would make her fertile. April’s mind whirled as she tried to imagine herself pregnant with Lorelai’s baby. It was a sinful, powerful image- the idea of her little body blown up like a balloon, filled with a new and wriggling shemale baby- and April could admit to herself that she had, after seeing pictures of her mother “with child” at nearly the same age, imagined herself pregnant.

But in her imaginings, she had always been closer to eighteen years old. And the father had been someone caring and wonderful. A far cry from her current state of thirteen years old with a prospective “daddy” who was probably April’s least favorite person in the world.

She had entertained dozens of men whom society would doubtless call “scum”. Men who had fixations with young girls, were willing to pay to have those fantasies fulfilled. She had found some of them to be creepy. But…she had never hated them. Sometimes, she had even loved them a little, when it was clear to her that they were only doing what their own disobedient, know-better minds were driving them to do. They had never hurt her. They had always followed her mother’s rules. She had tried to show them a gentleness that she knew would not be shown them if anyone ever found out about their inclinations (as sometimes occurred).

She had known an older man who asked to be called Ken, who had treated her with what was almost reverence. They would go out for ice cream, watch movies, and play together- and any intimate things they did were always with her permission. Ken paid quite a lot of money to be with her- but she grew to be very fond of him, and he of her- even telling her one day that he would come back for her when she was eighteen, and then they could truly be together. She hadn’t disabused him of this notion. For all she knew- it could happen. He was a sweet man- older than her by at least twenty years- but sweet…and slightly handsome in his way. A girl could do worse.

Then, one day, Ken had stopped coming around, stopped making appointments with her mother. April had asked why- and her mother had simply told her “Ken is going away, honey. Ken is going away for a long, long time.”

Later that week, she had seen Ken’s picture in the paper. He had been arrested on charges of interacting with young girls in chatrooms, saying inappropriate things. April, who even at that age was a better than average reader, had studied the article herself, looking up some words she didn’t understand. She hadn’t wanted her mother to know she was so interested. Ken had been arrested for possession of child pornography. And his name wasn’t Ken. It was Theodore…with a last name she couldn’t pronounce.

It had not been the first time it happened, nor the last. One time, they had even had to move because of it. But April had never felt like the men who paid so much to be with her were bad. Just…sad. They seemed sad, most of the time.

Now, Lorelai…if anyone deserved to be arrested, April thought, it was definitely her. The young girl thought of the absurdity of yelling “Help! Police!” from her spot on the floor, and almost chuckled for the first time in hours. What came out of her jacked-open mouth instead was a foul, salty piss-burp. April sobbed gently. She had never felt so disgusting, so dirty- so humiliated. As she continued to sob lightly, the door opened again.

It was Ashley. He approached her immediately, standing over her.

“How you holding up?” he asked, gazing down on her apprehensively. It was an absurd question.

Suddenly, April felt angrier than she’d felt through this entire ordeal.

“Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!” Using all the power of her tiny frame, she rotated herself on the floor and kicked out viciously at his legs. Repeatedly. Ashley hopped back, dodging the blows.

“Don’t make it worse,” said her brother, keeping his distance as she thrashed about. “Not much longer now. The shift is almost over. We have three more hours. Just hold on until then, and this will be over for both of us.”

April glared at Ashley with eyes that looked like they wanted him to burst into flames. It was easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one tied up on the ground with a stomach-full of frothing futanari piss! She lashed out again, trying give him as hard a whack as her youthful legs could muster. Her feet clipped his ankle, causing the boy to cry out in pain, dropping some objects on the floor that he had been hiding behind him. Small, egg-shaped vibrators attached to control devices with thin cords.

Ashley’s eyes grew furious. “That fuckin’ hurt!”

“Ghhhhhhhhhhhhaag!” growled April, unable to properly scream through her stretched mouth. The translation was obvious.

Good!

Ashley dropped to his knees and made a grab for April’s feet. She wriggled, but he caught and subdued her lower half quickly and pinned her down- staring directly into her face with burning blue eyes that were alight with frustration and fury.

“You don’t understand anything! I had to! All of this, I couldn’t do anything else! You don’t know what she’s like!” He flipped her over onto her back. Normally, April could be his physical equal- but in her bound and exhausted state, Ashley was in complete control. “You had mom!” he continued. “You always had mom!”

April groaned as she felt her brother’s hand press against her quivering asshole. As she wriggled, he forced one of the vibrating eggs inside her. His knee went into the small of her back, and as he leaned forward, she could feel his indigo hair brushing against her neck. Any other time, it would have been sensuous.

Ashley whispered in her ear, fierce and angry. “How do you think she treated me? When I wouldn’t do the things you would? When I wouldn’t suck off some weird guy to make her a thousand bucks?” He slapped her on the back of the head, medium-strength, and she squeaked. “Like I was second to you. All the time. And everything she did for me had this hidden message, trying to force me. To make me into her precious little male prostitute. You remember the dress up games, trying to make me put on high heels. Trying to make learn how to do nails and hair. Never wanting to play baseball with me! Everything!”

He moved his lips closer to her ear. “I’ve been wanting to say this to you for fourteen fucking years. You were always her special little cash machine. And I was just her little failed faggot!”

His last word was viciously pronounced, punctuated by a raising his voice. Then, it fell again to a trembling, sniffling whisper.

“You never did anything to stop it.” A tear trickled from his eye. “Never.”

He knelt next to her, and she turned her head to look at him, matching him tear for tear.

“Aaaaghaaigagh…” she moaned.

Ash, I didn’t know…

“You don’t know what I saved you from,” he sniffled. “She’s crazy. She’s nothing like anyone you’ve ever been with. She wanted to jam a funnel into your pussy and piss inside you. She wanted to cut all your hair off and use her cock to ram it down your throat and make you eat it. She wanted to make you swallow her shit, sis. But I told her no. She wanted to make you bleed- I said ‘no blood’. ‘She bleeds, I walk’. That’s what I said.”

Ashley sniffled. “What the fuck did you ever save me from, huh? Answer me that, if you can.” April burst into tears. Ashley wiped his eye.

“I couldn’t stop her on this last one. On this, she wouldn’t change her mind. And I think part of me is glad she wouldn’t.” He paused, and rose to his feet. His warmup pants fluttered around his legs. She was struck with how adult he looked, how forlorn and tired and helplessly adult.

“I love you sis,” he said. “Always have. Always will.” He turned toward the door. “But I fuckin’ hate you, too.”

He walked out…and though April was crying harder than she ever had…the noise could not drown out the dreadful noise of another pair of footsteps replacing Ashley’s. A shadow loomed over her- Lorelai.

She was totally naked- big tits bouncing, nipples erect, and smiling that crocidile smile that seemed to have endless white teeth. Her platinum hair was a waterfall of light about shapely shoulders, her hips curvaceous and thick. She stood, legs apart, hands on hips, framed by the light coming from the living room. The last part of her to make an appearance was her massive cock.

Lorelai grunted, as if straining to lift a heavy object- and then inch after inch of lubricated woman-cock began to erupt from the steaming gash of her sexy cunt- splitting the lips wide, causing girljuice to dribble off of each fleshy labia because of the sheer friction of the movement. There were first five inches, then ten, growing thicker and heavier all the time, oiled up in secretions and tacky precum, making a noise like a tentacle emerging in a bad hentai film. As she passed two feet, the weighty head began to bob in the air, harder to control as it grew further from her body- and the base began to reach a level of thickness that surpassed even Setsume’s tremendous cock. April, wide-eyed and terrified, couldn’t help but think about how Lorelai’s pussy must be able to stretch- to look so tight and virginal just moments before spreading to allow the passage of such a monster.

The cock had reached eighteen inches, and Lorelai was still straining. There was still more than half a foot of unspeakably large, throbbing girlmeat trapped inside her mutant womb- and she wouldn’t rest until it was all in play and ready to fuck April deep into the tiny girl’s very core. Vaginal lubrication pattered onto the floor in dime-sized droplets as the incredible fatness of Lorelai’s final inches emerged, bringing all the liquid of her birth canal with it.

“Ammmmmmmmgh!” groaned April forlornly. The penis was positively obscene in size, hanging down from Lorelai’s sex-bomb body like the trunk of an elephant. There seemed to be no way her tiny, barely-pubescent frame could accommodate such a monster. April had admired Setsume’s cock- but never in her wildest dreams, despite her claims to the contrary, had she imagined she could fuck a cock of comparable size. It wasn’t even close. She had the tightest, sexiest little quim in the entire Flesh Project- and was now staring down what was arguably the biggest dick!

Lorelai, all two feet of her dick exposed, started forward, cock standing out in front of her like a spear. It looked subtly different from Setsume’s- it was a blood-engorged pink color, like Lorelai’s skin when she blushed (not that that happened too often), while Setsume’s was as tan as the rest of her. Also, though it was slightly thinner at the top, it was wider at the base. The overall shape of the head was different as well- Setsume’s dick looked more of less like a normal penis blown up to massive proportions- but the head of Lorelai’s penis was streamlined- the prick helmet was organic and sleek. Almost alien.

Lorelai crept over April and pulled the mouthjack from between the girl’s teeth with an expert, cobra-like pluck, tossing it aside. There was a *CLANG!* as it rattled in the wash basin. As the girl closed her jaw for the first time in hours, Lorelai also releasedher nostril-hooks with a painful yank.

“Go ahead and scream,” hissed the blonde, rubbing her two-foot cock against April’s belly. “Nobody is coming to save you.”

“Please!” croaked April. “Please! It won’t fit! It’s too big- I’m too tight…I swear- I’m not lying. I’ll do anything, just don’t do it!”

Lorelai threw back her head and laughed. Using one hand to hold April’s upper body to the floor, she rubbed her huge cockhead against the girl’s tiny slit with the other. “Your breath smells like piss! I don’t listen to whores who guzzle piss like you do!”

She inched forward- and Ashley was treated to an amazing sight as Lorelai’s giant prickhead pressed against April’s little slit and moved the girl’s entire body forward- there was no penetration at all. The difference in size seemed to be too large.

“Augh! Ash, help me!” squealed April, but when Ashley stepped forward, it was only to step on the control box for the vibrating egg he had inserted into her little butthole. It hummed to life immediately, and April gasped, eyes wide with surprise.

“She’s a tight one! Come on, stud- looks we need to grease the wheels a little!” Lorelai beckoned Ashley to her side, and then knelt and fondled his cock through his black warm-ups as the boy sucked obscenely at the head of her prick, making it wet with his saliva. April marveled at how fast he was able to morph from reasonably-macho brother-type to submission sissy slut. I know you hated what I did, she thought in the back of her mind, but you would have been great at it. His expression was one of feminine supplication as he slurped on Lorelai’s towering dong. When he had coated it completely with boyspit, the two engaged in a sloppy tongue-kiss as Lorelai placed her cock once again at the entrance to April’s tiny pussy.

“No!” she cried, wriggling her duct-taped ankles.

“You’ll never get it in with her legs together like that,” opined Ashley, as he handed Lorelai a pair of scissors. In seconds, the blonde had cut her leg bonds, and she and Ashley worked quickly to contain the storm of kicking that both knew would result. In the end, Lorelai had April’s sexy little legs pinned up near her shoulders, while her cock lay across the girl’s swollen, pink slit like a giant flesh log. The hum of the vibrating egg in April’s butt barely registered over the din of heavy breathing and slapping flesh. Again, Lorelai tried to penetrate the girl…and after a second, when it seemed that again there would be no progress- Ashley saw the amazing sight of his sister’s nether lips parting and the head of Lorelai’s huge dick slipping wetly inside.

“AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!” howled April. It was the loudest scream that Ashley had ever heard from her. His heart bounced in his chest. The visual before him was as obscene as any he could remember. Lorelai’s cock was so large, it looked like someone’s arm had just entered his sister. The lips of her pussy were stretched so wide they looked fit to rip in half. Wet sluices of pussy juice poured from around Lorelai’s cock, sliding down the length of it. His sister’s clit, still covered with the tiny indigo suction cup of Lorelai’s electro-zapper, was just millimeters from the top of Lorelai’s cock. The boy was reminded of things he had seen while surfing the internet- images of people who had jammed 2-litre bottles into their asses, or baseball bats into their cunts. This was worse. This was flesh. His sister’s entire crotch was dominated by Lorelai’s fuckmeat- and only the head- two inches of a possible twenty four- was inside her.

April cries and screamed through her sobs.

“TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT! IT HURRRRRRRRRTS! I DON’T WANT TO BE PREGNANT! PLEASE, TAKE IT OUT!”

“Her cunt…squeezing me…I can barely…think…” gasped Lorelai, teeth clenched. “Never…fucked….anything…..so tight! Not even….your ass!”

The blonde lurched forward, and Ashley heard a sound like someone stretching and tearing piece of rubber. April screamed louder than ever- and Ashley’s eyes went wide with concern.

“You’re tearing her insides!” he called to Lorelai. “Stop!” The blonde slapped him clumsily away with a free hand.

“No, look-“ she gasped, leaning forward. “She’s…just stretching…just stretching a little. She’ll need to.”

Five inches were inside the girl. Lorelai shoved forward again, her hardest press yet. Ashley gasped as an obscene length, an additional four inches, plowed into his sister. April’s tongue lolled out of her mouth. She was almost unconscious. The wet knock of dick on cervix echoed through the bathroom.

“Ok, bitch-“ hissed Lorelai. April did not respond. “Time to put a baby in you.”

The blonde began to fuck in earnest, driving herself powerfully into April’s defenseless pussy. Each stroke displaced a squirt of pre-cum leakage and lubrication, sending repeated jets of liquid onto the floor between Lorelai’s legs, and causing the walls to echo with fleshy squishing noises. April’s head flopped from side to side like a doll’s, her tongue laying on her bottom lip, eyes open and glassy. After a short period of pounding away at April’s tightness, Lorelai managed the feat of drawing a small length of her cock back into herself- allowing her greater control over her thrusts. With this accomplished, the blonde picked up speed, powering her meat into April’s impossibly tight box at a rate of two times per second. As she did, working up a sweat in a hurry, Lorelai gasped out a monologue of dirty thoughts.

“Fuck fuck fuck…FUCK….FUCK….oh god…you little slut…you tight little bitch…fucking…little tramp…fuck…so tight…”

The slurping sound of dick powering into pussy seemed endless, and Ashley’s hot little dick was an iron bar in his pants as he watched Lorelai go crazy on his sister’s cunt with a speed that seemed impossible to maintain. Sweat danced off the blonde like ocean spray. April stretched pussy lips shimmered as sticky precum dripped from her folds. The girl’s asshole twitched around the vibrator cord that entered her just below the point of Lorelai’s penetration- spasming along with the egg within. As she withdrew her cock to thrust forward again, every inch that had been inside the girl was wet with a sheen of pussy juice. Two minutes of fucking became three. Then four. Ashley had never seen a pussy get pounded so brutally, get filled up so utterly.

Laughing like the devil, Lorelai reached to her right and grabbed the control box of her electic device, pressing the button with glee. April was shocked back into consciousness as jolts of electricity rammed through her nipples and clit. The girl became cognizant again of the massive, cunt-stretching force that was punishing her 13-year-old slit, punching her cervix like a boxer working the heavy bag. The pain and pleasure were terrifying, and April willed herself to hate it- though the combination of stimulation in her ass, pussy, on her clit, and around her nipples was hard to ignore. Ashley could only gawk as Lorelai’s body tensed erratically and her strokes became irregular.

Oh my god, she’s actually shocking herself along with April, he marveled.

The thumb came off the button and Lorelai was back to fucking, still pinning April’s legs, still driving into her like an animal, filling her tiny cunt with nine unbelievably thick inches of rampaging futa cock.

“OH GOD…OH GOD…PLEASE…STOP…TAKE IT OUT…PLEASE!” howled April, eyes dancing around in their sockets. “TOO BIG! IT’S RIPPING ME APART!”

Lorelai jammed her thumb down on the button again, and again both she and her underage fuck-target were thrown into haphazard electric ecstasy. The vibrating egg in April’s butt popped out of the tight hole, rattling on the ground, and April’s asspipe twitched in helpless evacuation- and Ashley had no doubt that if his sister weren’t so practiced at keeping herself ready for surprise bouts of anal sex, the girl would be helplessly shitting all over the floor at that very moment.

Lorelai released the button after five seconds, and then withdrew her cock entirely from April. The girl simply twitched on the ground. A slimy torrent of lube and pre-cum issued from her quim as Lorelai withdrew- and the hole itself didn’t return to it’s normal size- April had been stretched above and beyond anything that had happened to her before. Her youthful cunt was a gaping pink flower. Sneering, Lorelai flipped the nearly catatonic girl over and began to rip into her with measured doggystyle thrusts. Ashley gathered the vibrating egg from the floor and walked around to April’s front.

“I’m going to make you pregnant with a girl, and that girl is going to have a nice big cock,” hissed Lorelai as she plowed April’s defenseless cunt, stretching the pinkness inside around the thickness of her pulsating fuckrod. “Then your daughter can knock you up too!”

April groaned in dismay. “PLEASE!” she gasped again- but then Ashley jammed the vibrating egg directly into her mouth, stifling any further begging. April’s mouth closed around the egg, and she recognized the spicy taste of her own asshole. Ashley reached into his waistband and followed the egg with his youthful cock, ramming all six inches into April’s mouth. He flicked the vibrator on and reveled in the feeling of his sister’s hot mouth stretched around both his smooth, hairless cock and the jiggling sex toy. Grabbing two handfuls of her clumped up, piss-soaked hair, he began to fuck her throat with measured strokes, matching the rhythm of his mistress.

“Faster!” seethed Lorelai, and they started to double-team their underage nymph with a vengeance, thrusting lewdly into her mouth and throat like wild animals. The vibrating egg jiggled in April’s cheek hollow and tickled Ashley’s cock even as her choking, sucking throat massaged his length. Lorelai’s thighs were painted with slickness from the backsplatter of fluid erupting from April’s pussy with each of her cunt-filling strokes. She punished the girl’s cervix with the force of every thrust, sending her cock rampaging through an increasingly loose canal of vaginal flesh to jam the girl’s most sacred place brutally up into her spasming body.

Dozens of times. Hundreds. It was a full four minutes before Ashley’s strokes began ragged with fatigue and orgasm.

“Gonna…fucking…cum…on your face!” he gasped, and pulled out to blow a virgin-white load of spew all over his sister’s nearly-catatonic face. Rope after rope of Chiclet-white boysperm splooged onto her cute features, and then Ashley jammed the tip of his spurting cock back into her mouth for the grand finale, unloading powerfully into her wetness, coating her tongue with spurts as the vibrator massaged the head of his cock.

“Blaaaaaagh….” gasped April, exhaling with a slut-who-just-sucked-one-hundred-dicks sort of hopeless glassiness in her eye. Ashley admired her cum-streaked face and watched as the vibrator in her mouth jiggled in an ocean of sperm. He pulled it out by the cord and watched with satisfaction as his defeated sister swallowed to clear the cum from her throat- sending another load of liquid down to join the foul lake of piss that was already bubbling in her tiny belly.

Lorelai wasn’t done yet. Working like a woman possessed, she lifted April into the air, hooking an arm in the crook of each of the girl’s knees, and began to drop the tiny nymph up and down on her giant dong while in a standing position. April’s head bounced from side to side and stands of her brother’s cum looped from her face in oily rivulets, staining her already vandalized chest. Ashley leaned against the wall and took in the view as his sister’s wide-open pussy was dropped time and time again on the cum-soaked length of Lorelai’s huge penis. He could see that her impossibly-tight pussy had grown loose and floppy, the lips slack. Lorelai now had nine or ten inches inside the girl on every thrust. Ashley saw April’s belly twitch with each downstroke and knew that hew guts were being churned, that the punishing jabs of cock were burrowing into her, sending the flesh and organs constituting her tight little sex crashing upward to squeeze against the rest of her body- including her cum and piss-loaded belly. The girl’s arms were still pinned behind her in duct-tape manacles.

“Fuck! So tight!” rasped Lorelai. She had been pounding into the girl for several minutes, causing wetness to rain down from the point of penetration in a slimy cuntstorm. “Even after I’ve stretched her so much! Her body won’t give in.”

Switching position for the third time, Lorelai placed April on the ground and then tilted the girl up so she was nearly balanced on her neck and shoulders…with her legs, pussy and asshole in the air…before driving brutally into her again. April warbled half-consciously as her little quim became a butter churn for hard, cum-dripping shemale cock. Dipping her knees, Lorelai slammed into the girl with downward strokes, drilling her unprotected cervix and womb downward, trying to do the impossible and drill her fat cockhead into April’s womb proper. Cum and lubrication squirted freely from the slimy hole that April’s pussy had become, sliding down her body to pool in the hollow of her neck. The girl’s eyes were still wide and jittery- blue as the ocean…but seemed to be unbelieving, uncomprehending…

“Hrrrrrrrrughgggggggggh!” moaned April, and her tongue flashed out of her mouth to lay on her lower lip once more. Her body seemed to tense. Her eyes rolled back in her head.

“Oh my god…” whispered Ashley.

“She’s coming!” gasped Lorelai. “She’s cumming her little brains out! She loves being fucked by this big cock!”

“Mmmmmmmmh! Ugghhhhhhhhhh!” continued April, body spasming. It was an orgasm beyond any Ashley had ever seen her have. She seemed to be totally out of control. Lorelai gasped as April’s tiny cunt contracted and squirmed around the length of dick that was drilling her. A jet of female lubrication erupted from the tight seal of pussy on cock, splattering up Lorelai’s voluptuous, sweat-soaked frame and spraying over her breasts.

“C….cum…cumming….” stammered the girl, her voice hollow and distant. No more than a squeak.

“She’s…squeezing me! Fucking….can’t….hold back…” Lorelai moaned, still pistoning her dick into April’s box. “Going to…cum…in your…cunt!”

April’s body twitched and continued to rock with Lorelai’s downward thrusts. “No…” gasped the girl. “Please…don’t…I don’t want a baby…don’t make me preg…nant…ugh! Please…”

Lorelai’s speed increased, and she jackhammered April as if she was trying to drive the girl into the floor. The wideness of April’s pussy as it devoured her shemale dick was obscene- what once had been a tiny, delicate flower was now a sloppy, jizz-splattering sperm hole.

“I want you to feel my cum…spraying…into your womb!” gasped Lorelai, and her pace became a blur. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…aaaaa! Aaaaaaaaa!”


“NO!” howled April- but she was too weak to move. Too weak to struggle. Her body had become nothing more than a rag doll. Her belly boiled with sperm and piss. Her cunt was a stretched cavern for obscene hermaphrodite cock. Lorelai collapsed on top of her, toppling the tower of flesh, returning to the missionary position where they had started the whole affair. Howling like an animal, the blonde used every ounce of strength in her majestic body to drive her dick into April- there was finally some more give, as the head of her cock crushed through the obstruction of the girl’s tiny cervix and lodged itself, bloated and sperm-leaking, inside her barely-pubescent, untouched womb. April howled like a banshee- and Lorelai flopped on top of the girl with all of her weight as she twitched and orgasmed as hard as she had in her seventeen years of life.

It took only seconds for Lorelai’s massive dick to completely fill April’s nymphette womb with super-virile sperm, and April howled in dismay at the terrible feeling of her most intimate, sacred place being filled with jizz. Her eyes were wide and tear-filled as she felt her womb expand around the thick load, stretching like the reservoir tip of a condom. It was like nothing she had ever felt- nothing could have prepared her for the feeling of violation, the pain- the feeling of being absolutely and completely defiled by a sadistic, dick-swinging bitch. Her mind, already on the brink, nearly fell over a dangerous precipice and into the realm of outright insanity. She could not escape her sorrow and self-loathing, not as scalding, sperm-loaded nut-butter sprayed nastily into her guts- not while foul piss and incestuous cum floated swampily in her belly. In the hazy future, she could see herself as a fucked-out whore, inviting any man to come and bury himself inside a pussy that was wide and wanton, not a pretty and pink place of pleasure and fun but a nasty, stretched chasm that was little more than a hole. She could see herself sucking sluttily at the cock of her own mutant daughter, bending over to receive the incestuous sperm of her own child, and her child’s friends- her belly already huge with her own grandchild.

Once her fuck tunnel had reached capacity, Lorelai’s cum began to explode out of the seal between her fat cock and April’s pussy- bubbling wetly to the ground between the legs of the couple in gurgling, lube-curdled spurts. Five such eruptions occurred before all had settled- and while the level of Lorelai’s ejaculation did not match the one she had dropped in Ashley’s ass four hours prior, it was still enough to put any normal human male to absolute shame.

Lorelai let herself grow flaccid inside the girl, staring intently at the ruin on her tiny face. When she did finally roll off, her cock withdrew from April’s pussy with a disgusting *SLURP!*…and then a creampie of epic proportions came flushing out of her fucked-out quim, piling onto the bathroom tile like a mutant ooze. The girl seemed to be gone- all resemblance she had once had to a human life-form had ceased. Only her breathing remained. Breathing and tears.

April’s pussy was an absolute ruin. Her once-tight treasure was now a wide-stretched, cum-leaking sperm pool. Ashley peered between the girl’s legs and could actually see four or five inches deep into his sister, though any pinkness that might have been inside was only a shadow beneath thick layers of semen. Even more amazing, her hole seemed to be making no attempt to stretch back to normal size. As it stood, the boy could have folded his hand into a fist and popped it into her with no resistance at all.

There was a thump. Lorelai had collapsed to the floor. Ashley knelt beside her, and she peered up at him. Her face was etched with exhaustion. In the planning and execution of this act, she hadn’t slept a wink in more than 48 hours.

“One last thing to do,” she whispered, gently. She stroked his cheek. “You must hate me right now. I know you do. So hate me if you have to…but love me too.” She raised her amazing body to hands and knees. With a grunt, she brought her flaccid, fleshy cock back within herself. “You were wrong…about the duct tape. We have plenty more. Because there’s more to be done. Help me up. One last thing. One last thing before it’s all over.”

He did. She rose. And April, eyes glassy, made not a sound.


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Mikura thought she was the only one awake as she crept to the dispensary to get some medication for her terrible headache. The night had been a rough one. She was a woman who did everything big, it seemed- though that certainly wasn’t her idea- and though big, spectacular orgasms were good things to have (in her opinion), to say nothing of big, spectacular breasts (not so nice, sometimes, she lamented), she also got big, spectacular illnesses. Even small colds seemed to turn into phlegmy, snot-filled nightmares.

This night, she had a big, spectacular headache.

She crossed through the T-intersection on the way to the supply area, already dreading the surly guard who would no doubt bother her about her late-night request…and she stopped and looked to her right.

There was something on the wall.

Something big. About twenty feet down the hall. Mikura’s heart began to beat faster. It had a sheet covering it- like a piece of art that was not yet finished. And yet- it wasn’t standing on the ground. It seemed to be…attached to the wall. And there was something about it that troubled her. Something terrible.

A long time ago, a church she had attended had raised enough funds to get a large statue of Christ, crucified. It was to be placed right behind the pulpit. On the first day the statue was to be revealed, she had been present- and it had had a similar white sheet covering it. Had looked….almost exactly the same.

Had the Flesh Project gotten religion?

“No,” she whispered to herself. “Oh, goodness. Oh dear.”

If it were just a statue…it only something so innocent…why should she be so afraid to check underneath the sheet? To take a peek?

It’s not a statue.

Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer. The halls were dim. Barely any light. Silent. But…she swore she could hear…breathing.

“Oh dear. Oh, my goodness,” she whispered to herself again. Her hands glasped together against the front of her nightdress, burying themselves between twin swells of titflesh.

She took a step toward the sheet. It had been attached to the wall, haphazardly, with silver tape. The shape of something was beneath. Surely…a statue. Surely nothing scary. She was about to turn away and go back to her room (she no longer wanted to be in the hallways alone) but again, she heard what sounded like breathing. Not her own.

She crept closer. There was definitely a noise coming from the sheet. Heart in her throat, Mikura sidled up to the sheet. It was 99% opaque…but through the whiteness she could make out what looked like a human figure. Her heart nearly exploded with fear. All she wanted to do was tiptoe away. But the sheet seemed to beckon her to pull at it.

Mikura did.

April was beneath, attached to the wall with silver tape as if crucified. Her tiny body was covered in sweat, and the waft of sex and fluids that had gathered beneath the sheet was enough to sting Mikura’s nose. Her little leg had coiled around it a long, leaking trail of sperm that had originated from her swollen pussy- and Mikura could see that the child had been recently-fucked by a cock of gargantuan proportions. Her toned, tan body was a trove of market-graffiti.

On her forehead: “STUPID WHORE”

On her chest: “NO TITS”

And on her arms, reading from left to right:

“LW + AW RULE THE WORLD”.

Mikura took all of this in through her pretty blue eyes in less than a second. It was a horror. She didn’t know if April was dead or alive. Her breath hitched in her throat. She screamed.

And the figure on the wall, this shell of a little girl, raised her head, opened ghostly blue eyes that were filled with pain…and screamed back.