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“Is anyone else around?” Sanae asked Aerith. “I want to meet some of our new teammates.
Aerith pulled out a phone from her cleavage and scrolled through the schedule. “Not too many,” Aerith said after a bit. “There’s only one squad at base right now, and they might be in town. We could go check the common area?”
“Sounds a great idea!” Sanae said cheerily. “I’m kind of curious though - how much stuff do you have in your boobs? And how does it work?”
Aerith laughed as she slipped her phone back into her boobs. “I honestly have no idea. You’d have to ask a scientist about it. There’s all sorts of nonsense that we can do.”
“Can we just … ask them?” Sanae asked. “I know that there are a bunch of studies being done, but they sound like busy people.”
Aerith gave a good natured shrug. “Write a letter, I guess? There’s not gonna be textbooks or anything, unfortunately… Ah, I think there is someone here. Hello?” Aerith called out, leading Sanae into the common area.
Sure enough, there were two futas on the very comfy looking couches. They weren’t doing anything super lewd, just hanging out together, but even that was tinged with sexuality with their absurd sizes. … Sanae wasn’t sure if she was disappointed or relieved with that. The tall blonde one on the left had a big broadsword leaned against the wall, but Sanae was much more focused on the broadsword in her skirt~ She was a very bottom heavy girl, and both her hips and her huge, half hard dick strained against her military style outfit much more than her chest. Next to her on the couch was a naked heavily tanned redhead futa that was flipping through her phone and sipping on some milk. As Sanae watched, she groped her absolutely gargantuan bronzed boobs, giving her cup a refill.
“Ah, hello Aerith,” the blonde said with a nod of acknowledgement. “Is your squad here?”
“Yep!” Aerith said. “This is Claudine Saijou -“ Claudine stood up and gave Sanae a curtsy, although she had to adjust a bit after she accidentally stroked her dick. “and Kirche von Zerbst -“ Kirche waved languidly at Sanae, smiling lewdly as she did. “Of squad 25. This is Sanae Kochiya, a new member recruited to squad 34.”
“Very nice to meet you!” Sanae bowed in the traditional shrine maiden way, her boobs bouncing almost excessively.
“Hey, kiddo!” Kirche said with a grin.
“… Are you older than me?”
Kirche shrugged. “I dunno about actual age, but you’re a new futa. Makes you one in my eyes.”
“Yeah, I am! How did you know that?” The shrine maiden asked curiously.
“I can tell because you can’t keep a straight eye on my face, but you aren’t openly staring at the goods,” Kirche explained. “You probably have to go do initiation stuff, but see me when you’re done, I’ll teach you some big breast tricks~”
“I see…” Sanae mused. “I’m still held back by my common sense…”
“Don’t go too crazy,” Claudine said with a laugh. “Some futas go turbo slutty and it’s hard to get them back to sanity for a while.”
“I will have you know I was perfectly sane, thank you very much,” Kirche rebutted. “It’s perfectly reasonable to fuck for hours on end when it feels so damn good!”
“I wasn’t quite talking about you,” Claudine said with a hint of long suffering energy. “More the futas who were really repressed and then let completely loose when they were turned.”
Sanae considered that for a moment, then thought about Nia who was still trying to hold herself back after a year of being a futa. “… I’ll keep that in mind,” she said. “Thank you! It’s very nice to meet you two. And I will definitely take you up on that offer.”
And with that, Sanae and Aerith took off again for their mall trip, stopping by the dorms to collect the members that were still in their rooms. “Do you need to rub one out too?” the mission control futa asked.
“Hmm… do you mind if I do it right here?” Sanae asked. She already had a small prank in mind, and if she had a good read on her target it would go over great.
Nia was aware of none of what Sanae had planned - by the time she finally exited her room about fifteen minutes later, the evidence had been cleaned up, and so she had no clue of how Sanae had carefully jacked off right until the point of orgasm, knocked on Futaba’s door, and then unloaded right above her head, splattering her hair (and into her room). She also had no clue of how Futaba had melodramatically vowed revenge - which was unfortunate, given that Futaba currently lumped both of them into the shared category of ‘the new girls’.
…Blissfully unaware of said fact (though unfortunately and uncomfortably aware that she was likely going to end up in another lewd situation before long…) Nia made her way towards the elevator, and stepped inside before pressing the button for the ground floor. …It was actually kinda refreshing that that process was so normal and familiar.
Still, Nia had no illusions about what she was stepping into. The HQ was one thing, a place full of ‘professionals’ - and even that had had its fill of lewd situations. Going out into the city proper? Never mind if it was a shopping trip or not, Nia was certain this was going to test her willpower.
With that reminder, Nia took a deep breath and closed her eyes as the floor number steadily ticked down. She had, thankfully, managed to calm her erection until it was invisible again, but there was no harm in more mental prep while she had the time. Thankfully, she’d gotten an elevator all to itself.
A few exhales later, a ding signaled the elevator was approaching its destination. Nia took a glance at the floor number to verify this was her stop, and then as the doors open she returned her gaze ahead and walked forward -
Whumph.
…And promptly found her head stuck between two pillows. …Huh. That was weird. Where did these come from? …At least the collision hadn’t hurt. …It even felt pretty nice.
“Ah! Oh, I’m so sorry!” An apologetic voice came from above her. “I should have stayed back before walking into the elevator, I thought it was empty…!”
Oh, yes, that explained it. Nia had walked into someone delivering something. Maybe some new linens? That would explain how soft everything was.
…Linens that were filled with liquid? Nia could hear loud sloshing right next to her ears. …It was making her feel thirsty for some reason. Had she hydrated properly this morning?
…Oh, she should probably remove herself. Nia found it surprisingly difficult to pull her head out, though, so she reached up and attempted to use her hands to push herself out.
…Said hands sunk into the pillows surrounding her, and Nia marveled at how soft they were. Man, were the pillows in her room this bloody soft? She hadn’t checked them out properly, she’d just sat on the bed.
Despite her intended plan of pushing herself out, she found herself squeezing instead. Her hands sunk even deeper in, impossibly deep…
“O-oh - aaah~...Nngh…I-I guess you can grope them…” The girl who was speaking moaned. There was a distant thought in Nia’s mind that that should mean something, but for some reason, it wasn’t really registering. Neither was the fact that her hands felt wet. She just kept squeezing on autopilot.
It occurred to Nia that she hadn’t really taken a breath in a while. Honestly, it was a miracle even that got through the fog in her brain. She immediately started inhaling deeply, her sensitive nose savoring the smell of these wonderful pillows…but for some reason that wasn’t clearing the fog at all. It just grew deeper, and deeper, as her eyes started to flutter closed -
“O-okay, I think you should get out of there now!!” Two hands grabbed Nia’s shoulders, and with a little bit of effort tugged her free - Nia gasped as she could properly intake air again, and she shook her head as the fog in her mind receded.
…Immediately, the connections that she should have made beforehand suddenly registered…and Nia was immediately mortified . The faceplanting into a pair of boobs was bad enough, but then she’d stayed there and been groping and sniffing …!
“A-are you alright?” Nia blinked as she realized she was being spoken to, and for the first time properly took in the person in front of her. …The first thing that came to mind was ‘red’, as the color dominated the person’s outfit, and they even had vibrant cherry-red hair. The second thing that came to mind, curse it, was ‘big’ - since she was still face-to-face with a pair of boobs that, of all things, matched the likes of Tifa’s upstairs.
…Honestly, Nia could not begin to dare to take in the rest of the girl’s outfit, as she was too worried about the feelings that would provoke, and settled for staring at the girl’s concerned face. “Futas can survive a lot of things with no breath as long as they get fluids, but…in there…you don’t really get that. I was worried you were going to suffocate…!”
“I-I’m fine,” Nia choked out - before she blinked, and shook her head. “Wha - I’m fine, what about you?! I shouldn’t have - I’m so sorry -”
“O-oh, no, it’s my fault, really!” The girl said apologetically. “Again, I should have waited before stepping in, and I should have done something sooner…”
…Nia winced as she realized that this girl was the sort that would apparently gladly apologize for something that wasn’t her fault. …All the same, a small part of Nia was darkly glad to put the blame on someone else. …She managed to squash it, though, and spoke. “I…I mean, I guess we’re both kinda at fault…? I should have been watching where I was going myself. And, uh…” She flushed. “Thanks for getting me out of there.”
The girl smiled awkwardly, and Nia found herself rather distracted by it. …A nice change of pace considering the other things she got distracted by. “I-it’s no problem. Sorry for holding you up - if you want, I can -”
“T-that’s no problem!” Nia could firmly say that being around this girl for longer was going to awaken some things in her. …Or at least, awaken them more. “I, just…thanks.”
“If you’re sure…” The red-haired girl stepped into the elevator, glancing backwards. Nia almost managed to tear herself away from the conversation - but as she stepped away, she couldn’t help but glance back and voice a question burning in her throat. “I, uh…what’s your name?”
“Hm?” The girl blinked. “Oh! It’s Pyra. Nice to meet you!”
“...Nice to meet you too,” Nia responded awkwardly. “...Oh, I’m -”
The doors to the elevator had closed by that point, and Nia was left staring dumbly at them. …Well, that has got to be the stupidest I have felt all day.
Not necessarily horniest - that was surpassed by that moment upstairs where she’d had to dash away - but, judging by the returning erection that made her groan as she spotted it, it was a decent second.
…I guess I should be thankful that Pyra didn’t see it…probably couldn’t past her own - wait, shit, stop thinking about that!
…Nia could only groan harder as she hung her head, realizing that all her mental prep had gone out the window.
…Well, nothing else for it. Better meet up for the others. …And probably bloody explode, at this rate.
Nia put a hand to her face - and blinked as she realized it was wet. …Where did that come from? She wiped it off on her jumpsuit, and did the other hand when she realized the same. She then put it out of her mind as she hurried onwards - not giving one more thought to the mystery…
…Meanwhile, in an elevator traveling down a level, the girl named Pyra held a hand to her chest. …Or, more specifically, to her boob, where she felt with some embarrassment a damp spot steadily growing.
…She’d forgotten to milk herself that morning, which was a problem with boobs these size - she’d thought she’d be in the clear with how quickly she got back, but that encounter had resulted in her beginning to leak -
…That being said…Pyra shivered as she felt it. The phantom sensation of hands on her tits, squeezing . …She’d never hand-squeezed her milk before, only used milking machines. So this…this was…
…It had felt so good …
Pyra’s cock hardened as she thought of the girl that had inadvertently given her such pleasure. She wondered if she’d be alright -
…Can you focus , Pyra? An annoyed voice echoed in her mind. You got called back, remember? That means something big is going down.
…Right. Pyra nodded as the elevators reached her destination, and she stepped out into a bustle of activity. …Still. She wondered if she’d see that cat-eared girl around…
“Hey, Nia. You doing alright?” Sanae asked. The other futa was staring blankly into space while her hands twitched. Judging by Nia’s cock pulsing in her pants, she was at least thinking about something nice.
“Oh! Um, yes. Yes, I’m ok,” Nia shook herself out of her haze. “Just a lot to get used to.”
“Absolutely,” Aerith said reassuringly. “Don’t worry, we’re here to help you out. If my teasing is ever too much, let me know immediately, ok?”
“Thanks…” Nia said with a sigh. “I’ll be okay, though.”
“Of course!” Aerith said with a smile. “Ah, this should be them,” she said as the elevator opened with a ding. Sure enough, the last three members of their team came out of the building, Futaba and Tifa chatting animatedly about something and Momo merely giving them a nod of acknowledgement. The two huge dicked members of their team were fully clothed this time, Futaba rocking a jacket and short shorts combo which showed off her bulge and legs nicely and Momo wearing a tacky T-shirt and sweatpants. It was pretty hard to read the text on it with how her breasts bulged out, but Sanae thought it said something like “Cat Jamboree.” Tifa had also changed out of her gym outfit, wearing a very stretched out white t-shirt, black gloves, and shorts that were quite short but not as short as Futaba’s. Beneath that, she wasn’t wearing a bra, she instead had some dark patches on her nipples.
“Miss Tifa! What are those things?” Sanae asked.
“What things?” Tifa replied. For a moment, she looked slightly confused, but then she saw Sanae’s gaze and understood. “Ah, yeah. These are special milk absorbing pasties! You'd better get some, you're just as big as I am." Tifa reached into her back pocket and pulled out a small package, which she tossed over to Sanae.
"Thank you very much!" Sanae said. For a second, she wanted to run off to a restroom to change… but no, she was in the futa city! Her old ideas of normalcy didn't apply here. After just a moment of hesitation, she slipped off her very loose shrine maiden outfit immediately, baring her huge breasts to the world. The reaction from her squad … was less than she had hoped for, honestly, but her perfectly round and gigantic tits had everyone’s attention and that felt really good. Momo gave her a thumbs up, Futaba whistled lecherously, and Tifa and Aerith were busy making out, but the two of them also slipped her approving looks in between smooches. Nia squeaked a little as if scandalized, but she also was the one who really couldn’t take her eyes off of them, and Sanae almost thought she saw her drooling a little as the shrine maiden applied the patches. “Great, now I won’t ruin my clothes!”
“You should get some portable milkers,” Momo said seriously. “That way you don’t waste as much of it.”
“Sure, I’ll look into that today!” Sanae said, adding that to the long list on her phone.
“Alright, I think we’re ready,” Aerith said after she finally stopped groping Tifa. “It’s a shame that Captain Tanya won’t be coming, but the rest of us should be able to break the ice just fine. The subway station is just a couple blocks down from here. Let’s go!”
The city was… well, it was at once lewder and less lewd than Sanae’s imagination. No one was having sex right in the open and there weren’t any really horny ads or goods, but it was undeniable that things were pretty sexually charged. Not only was everyone around a complete bombshell of a futa in a skimpy outfit, but they were also way more intimate than normal. They were getting right up in each other’s faces, putting their hands on each other, and more than once Sanae thought she caught two or more futas going off together to have sex. Or maybe it was just her imagination. Sanae imagined what it would be like to have a shrine here, to be hosting ceremonies for Kanako and Suwako here. It seemed like it might be a little hard to get a full lot for just the shrine, since every building was at least 4 stories high, but Kanako especially was a goddess that preached innovation, and Sanae was sure that she would be able to adapt.
They went down into the subway station, and it was there that Sanae truly began to appreciate what life was like in a futanari city. She couldn’t help but rest her cleavage on Nia’s shoulders while they rode the escalator down, and Momo’s modest chest and her large bulge was pushing into her own back. And looking at the futas going the other way, they were doing much of the same, even groping each other and grinding up against each other with apparently no issue. Sanae decided to not replicate that particular behavior with the jumpy Nia in front of her, but she kept it in mind once she had some free time~
The subway itself was pretty normal, with the exception of a couple of fully red cars sandwiched between the normal metal ones. Before she could ask, Aerith firmly directed them towards the more common cars. “Those are the orgy cars,” she explained. “Definitely not the best introduction to the city…”
“… Ah,” Nia said. “Yeah…”
‘Orgy cars’. Just like before, when Nia had heard ‘orgy rooms’, the simple two words made her feel uncomfortable and aroused just at the thought. …And it wasn’t as easy to ignore this time - whereas before, the implication had been of a room that was set aside for sexual use, and only occasionally got used, this time the implication was definitely that there was going to be an orgy going on in those cars.
As they entered the (thankfully non-orgy) car of the train, Nia inhaled and exhaled a few times, trying to steady herself - though she then paused as she realized she should probably focus on grabbing a seat before they got snatched up.
The good news was that she managed that. …The bad news is that she was now sandwiched between Sanae and Tifa. The other piece of good news was that Nia’s hips were wide enough and took up enough space that even with how they were squeezed together, their breasts didn’t intrude on Nia’s own personal space overly much.
…It was still uncomfortable. …Mentally speaking, of course, physically speaking Nia was sure their breasts were very comfortable and okay that was taking her back down a train of thought she was trying not to board. …No pun intended.
…Nia decided that the best cure to her rampaging thought process was to just sit back, close her eyes, and mentally count things out until they reached their destination. So she did just that.
It wasn’t a bad strategy, as it turned out. Nia was actually managing to calm herself.
…Still, she couldn’t escape the sounds around her - normally it would be the train itself that was bothering her, but in this case it was the conversation between her companions.
“So, where are we heading to first?” Sanae asked.
“Hm…well, I think the basic place to start is clothes,” Aerith hummed in thought. “In a pinch, you can do without furniture, decor, computer stuff -”
“Heresy!” Futaba gasped. Aerith only giggled. “...But yeah. Clothing’s probably good to start. After that…considering what you’ve been asking about, Sanae, we should probably head to the accessory shop.”
“...Accessories?” Sanae asked in confusion. “I mean - earrings aren’t really my thing…”
“Not those kinds of accessories,” Momo said quietly. “Sex toys and stuff.”
“...Oh.” Sanae said.
“I mean, they do have jewelry if you want it,” Aerith laughed. “Vibrating or not. But more importantly, you were asking about portable milkers - they’ll have those, too.”
“Oh! In that case, yeah, we should definitely go!”
“Excellent. Hm, let’s see, what else…”
“You could get some internal decor,” Tifa pointed out. “And anything else that’s a part of your personal interests.”
Interests, huh…did Nia even have any of those? It was so long since she’d been allowed to indulge.
…Honestly, what she’d hated most was being cooped up in the military facility. If she had the chance, she’d like to travel - but of course, now she was cooped up inside the exclusion zone. A bigger prison, but a prison nonetheless.
…Still, she was part of the Task Force, so hopefully she’d see other places, too.
…Other than that…Nia wracked her brain, thinking back to that time that seemed so long ago. When she’d been a normal girl. …What had she liked?
…She’d liked music, once. She’d learned piano, since her father had thought that was appropriate for a ‘cultured’ girl. …Her sister had liked it…
… Fuck . Nia opened her eyes. …Honestly, she’d rather take in the sights and get horny than dwell on that longer than she had to…
…As it happened, though, that was when the train slowly screeched to a halt and the doors opened. The group stood up one after the other, hanging back so that they wouldn’t get squished in the initial rush, then filing out afterwards.
…Nia caught only a glimpse of some of the suggestive adverts and displays as they ventured up into the mall (there was definitely at least one picture of a futa supermodel that was posing in a bikini) - she immediately lowered her head, doing her best not to look in any one direction other than in front of her feet. …This was, perhaps, inadvisable for the purposes of not walking into somebody (the incident with Pyra certainly came to mind) - but at the very least, if Nia kept behind her squadmates, she’d only walk into their backs and not…anything more sensitive.
Nia didn’t look up up until they crossed the threshold of the store - at which point she blinked. …Honestly, it was kinda…basic. Smaller than she expected. …Then again, they only had so much room to work with.
“Well, alright then!” Aerith clapped her hands together. “Let’s say…fifteen minutes, we meet back here. After that, if you need more time, we can allow for it, but we should at least check in with each other then. Okay, everyone?”
They all nodded, and as they split up, Nia glanced around the store. …Well, actually, she immediately saw the section that was full of lingerie and sexy outfits, and then quickly resolved to go the other way. …Which thankfully contained normal clothing.
…Probably. There might be, like, vibrators on the inside or something.
“So there aren’t vibrators in these?” Sanae said with a frown.
“Um, no, miss,” the store attendant said. “That would be in the other aisle, or in one of the toy shops.”
“That’s a shame… But thank you very much!” Sanae said, a huge stack of clothes stacked precariously on her tits.
“Not a problem at all. Do you need a bag?”
“I don’t know how many of these I’m going to want,” Sanae replied. “I’m just going to try them on. Where’s the changing room?”
“Oh, you don’t need a changing room!” the attendant said with a smile. “Just change out here. There are some in the back if there’s someone you want to… try out the clothing with. Just make sure you don’t rip anything, or you’ll have to pay for it!”
“Really?” Sanae exclaimed in amazement. Wow, she really needed to rethink what she thought was normal!
“Oh, and keep an eye on the sizes to make sure that ripping doesn’t happen,” the attendant advised. “From the looks of things…you’re a size 4 up top and below, so you’ll need the big stuff. …And I know that doesn’t sound like it means anything, but the sizes are pretty arbitrary right now, people are still working things out.”
Sanae nodded absentmindedly, focused on the task in front of her - she needed to find somewhere to put these clothes so she could take off her own clothes…
“Ahh, let me help you with that,” the attendant said. With a glow, some of the most unstable garments flew over to the attendant, who held them. “These are your friends, right? Here, please hold this, and this…”
“Thank you very much!” Aerith said, now two dresses, one bikini, and one cock sleeve richer. “Holy, you have a lot of stuff in there.”
“My old wardrobe really doesn’t fit any more,” Sanae explained, then she looked furtively around. “Also, I’ve always wanted to go on a huge shopping trip like this,” she whispered.
“Hey, I think you did a really good job! You’ll look really hot in those, I’m sure. Now strut your stuff!” The attendant said with a wink. “Now, I - Ah, wait! Miss! You’ll need this!” As the attendant hurried off (with a sizable jiggle in her step, of course) Sanae thought she spotted something out of the corner of her eye. Glancing over, she saw the back of Nia’s head as she headed for the changing room - …had she been carrying something? …Probably a big pile of clothes. Well, it was good that she’d found some stuff she liked.
“Alright!” Futaba said, rolling up with a shirt with a big decal of … some show or some video game. Notably, the shirt was designed such that Futaba’s breasts didn’t actually obscure the image. Had Momo somehow gotten a shirt from the mainland, or did she just happen to have a super oversized tacky shirt beforehand? “I’ve got something I want - holy fuck, Sanae, that’s an entire new wardrobe!”
“Well yeah,” Sanae said, holding up a nice and mostly transparent sundress and holding it to her insanely curvy figure. “All of my old clothes
don’t have a chance of fitting me any more.”
“Let’s help you pick!” Aerith said, holding up her phone. “You’re gonna want a good mix of normal clothes, fancy clothes, and sexy time clothes~”
“My shrine maiden uniform counts as formal, I think…” Sanae said as she shucked the uniform off and stepped into the wide sundress. She did a little twirl as Aerith took some pictures, then blew the camera a kiss.
“What are you a shrine maiden of, if I might ask?” Tifa said, holding a formal dress gingerly as if she might break it. Presumably Aerith picked that one out for her.
“Kanako and Suwako,” Sanae said, pulling her relics from her boobs so she could present them to her team.
“… A snake and a frog?” Momo asked, having shown up with… how could she keep on finding tacky outfits? There was velcro and sequins on her pants! Her breasts had pictures of door knockers on them! Sanae made a note to supervise Momo, because the girl had the potential to look really good if she had a bit of training, but she also had a completely terrible sense of what looked good.
“Y-yes,” Sanae said, pushing past Momo’s super tacky outfit with just a bit of mental effort. “Kanako is represented by the snake, and Suwako by the frog. Watch this… Kanako!” she intoned. At her command, the relic was imbued with energy, and the snake ornament slid around its stick.
“… Is that all?” Futaba asked. “Um… -“
“Sanae? Is that you?” A more mature voice came from out of the snake, although she sounded fairly weak and tired.
“Yes, Kanako!” Sanae said happily. “And these are my new friends! Can you see them?”
“Very faintly… You’ve grown so much more powerful, Sanae. I’m proud of you.” Kanako moved her avatar over to look at the other futas, and then gave a nod at each of them in turn. “Greetings. I am Kanako, goddess of the Moriya shrine. My partner Suwako is still slumbering, so I will thank you in her stead as well. A pleasure to meet you.”
While most of the squad was still shocked, Momo gave a little respectful bow. “Hello,” she said. One by one, everyone else greeted the little snake ornament with varying degrees of enthusiasm.
“… You weren’t kidding, futas have huge breasts,” Kanako said after a bit with a chuckle.
“Will that be a problem?” Sanae said, a little anxiously.
“Not at all. I can appreciate the… finer things in life,” Kanako said with an audible grin. “Thank you very much, dearies! Please treat Sanae well!” she said with more genuineness.
“We will, Mrs Kanako!” Aerith said. “Actually… Sanae, can your goddesses get offerings?”
“Yes, they can. Just present it to them, and they will receive the essence.”
“Perfect!” Aerith pulled up her shirt to reveal her perky boobs, then leaned forward to the ornaments. “How about an offering of milk?” she said, squeezing her breasts and dripping a generous offering to Sanae’s goddesses.
“Ooh, I like it!” Futaba said, whipping her own boobs out. One by one, a busty futa bared her tits in front of the snake and the frog, feeding Kanako and Suwako plenty of milk. Tifa, as the biggest of them, produced so much milk that Aerith had to step in to clean up the remainder. The snake and the frog glew brightly as the milk was absorbed by the goddessess.
“Very delicious. Thank you, girls!” Kanako said from the little snake’s mouth. “Strong, rich, creamy, and magically potent… I could definitely get used to this,” she said with an audible grin.
…Honestly, Nia was actually finding herself pretty thankful for the shopping trip. Normally, the prospect actually getting out and about in the world again would be tainted by all the lewd things surrounding her, but as long as she didn’t trespass into the lewd section of the store (and didn’t look in that direction) she could fool herself into just thinking this was a regular shopping trip.
…Really, though, it kinda was. Nia had been expecting even looking at clothes to remind her of her current predicament, but other than some of them being…well, roomy , most of the clothes were pretty normal. …And Nia supposed she’d be happy about the roominess when it became time to shop for underwear.
For now, though, Nia had plucked a yellow sundress off the rack, turning it about and examining it. …Yeah. Yeah, she liked this one. She checked the size - and blinked when she noted a ‘2’ scrawled on the tag in marker, rather than a normal size.
…Oh. Now that she thought about it, sizes were pretty insane in any case. Nia wracked her brains, thinking back on the futas she’d seen. She was on the lower end in terms of boobs…so maybe 1 or 2 for chest size made sense for her? …Checking the dress again, it didn’t seem TOO roomy, so that checked out.
…She’d probably want to use the changing room to make sure. …If she could find it. …And if they had changing rooms - if they didn’t, Nia was not going to buy a single thing…
Nia began moving towards the back of the store, rationalizing they would probably be around there somewhere. She found herself relaxing, feeling a sense of control over her life for once through the simple act of figuring stuff out -
Her foot hit a snag in the carpet, and she tripped.
To her credit, she managed to right herself - but her loss of balance led to her going off course and crashing into something, which toppled over. Nia winced and went to pick it up - only to freeze.
…Nia’s first instinct was that she’d knocked over a mannequin. Her second instinct was that she’d knocked over someone who was inexplicably (but hardly unexpectedly at this point) standing around without anything on their lower half.
…As it turned out, both were kinda true. Well, the first was more true than the second - this was clearly a mannequin. …Otherwise, it meant that there was a random headless, armless, and legless person with a pole up their ass in the store.
…The only reason the latter was even in consideration was that this mannequin was wayyyy too fucking realistic! Bad enough that it was skin-colored, but that wasn’t unheard of in the outside world…but it was fucking anatomically correct ! Nia swallowed as she stared at the rigid cock standing parallel to the mannequin’s stomach - she supposed that made sense, considering the futa population, but…
…Why was there a fucking PUSSY ?! Seriously, she could see a slit there! What the bloody hell was the point of that?!
…And of course, that was without even going into the fact that the mannequin had huge fucking tits on par with Tifa’s and Pyra’s. Sure, they were clothed by a red sweater, but Nia had NO doubt at this point that if she were to remove said sweater she’d find there were god damn nipples under there.
…And of course, looking at this sexual abomination had Nia horny again. She gritted her teeth. …Okay, if she just got to the changing room, she’d be able to calm herself down…Oh - though, wait, she should probably at least set the mannequin back up…
Nia reached down to hoist the mannequin up - and blinked when she realized how light it was. Huh. What’s this thing made out of?
…She then did something stupid and thoughtless, and poked its breast. Her finger sunk right in.
…For some reason, it was that revelation that sent Nia’s mind into a horny spiral. Perhaps it was remembering Pyra’s breasts, and how soft they had been, that commandeered her mind - before she knew it, her hold on the mannequin had shifted. Now, she had both hands firmly gripping its breasts as she held it out in front of her…
…They feel so nice…
Nia wasn’t sure what would have happened next if she’d continued - however, it was at that moment that an attendant rounded the corner, and stopped, blinking. “Oh -”
Nia froze. Suddenly, she was uncomfortably aware of how this looked. Not just her hands on the mannequin’s massive breasts, but also her erection, which even clothed was uncomfortably close to the mannequin’s inexplicably real-looking pussy…
“I - I wasn’t - I didn’t -” Nia spluttered. “It fell over! I was just…picking it up…” It sounded so fake , coming out of her mouth…
“Oh, no need to make excuses!” The attendant giggled, and Nia’s heart both fell and rose in equal measure. “Though…hold on one moment.”
She stepped over, and Nia watched in bemusement as she reached for the sweater the mannequin was wearing and pulled it off - …and yep, there were the nipples Nia was expecting. “Sorry about that. If you’re going to use the mannequin, we don’t want you getting the merchandise too messed up.”
Nia blinked. “Use…the mannequin?” she asked faintly.
The attendant pointed at its crotch. “It’s an onahole, see? One of our suppliers came up with it. And don’t worry, they’re free for customers to use!”
Nia could only stare dumbly. The attendant blinked, and chuckled awkwardly. “Ah, sorry…I made you feel self-conscious, huh? You can use the changing rooms for that if you want. They’re over that way. Let me just get the pole for you…”
“I…sure,” Nia responded as the attendant pulled the pole out of the mannequin, leaving Nia just holding the body itself. For some reason, it now felt like she couldn’t just say this whole thing was an accident. So she robotically and haltingly stepped towards the direction the attendant pointed…still carrying the mannequin the whole way.
…Thankfully, she didn’t run into any other customers on the way. EXTRA-thankfully she didn’t run into any members of the squad. Even so, her face was bright-red with embarrassment by the time she finally stepped inside the changing room and locked the door behind her.
…It was only then that she realized she’d left the sundress behind.
“... Fuck .”
Nia groaned in utter frustration - and found herself glaring down at the mannequin in her hands. This stupid fucking thing…! Her grip on it tightened - which of course meant she was squeezing its tits harder.
…Her cock throbbed. It almost seemed just as angry as she was. Both of them had taken so much shit today, and she just wanted to unload on something else…!
And then there was that pussy. That damn pussy…! So realistic that it almost seemed like it was bloody taunting her…!
…Nia might have started fucking it then and there, if not for one thing - her jumpsuit. …Although it wasn’t the most comfortable thing to wear, it did have one advantage - or disadvantage, depending on your point of view. She couldn’t easily slide it off with just a bit of movement. This meant that if she wanted to actually fuck this thing, she had to commit to taking it off…
…But at this point, she’d finally hit the limit of her patience. She dropped the mannequin roughly and went to pull off her jumpsuit. In her haste, it snagged in a few places, which only increased her frustration - by the time it was fully off, nothing could possibly stop her from fulfilling her intense desire.
…By now, Nia was used enough to her body that it didn’t arouse her upon looking at it - …that is, when she was normal. Right now, though, seeing her bare breasts, hips, and cock in the mirror just added fuel to the fire.
Before she knew it, she’d grabbed the mannequin again and held it in a similar position to before - her hands firmly squeezing its massive breasts, and her cock aimed towards its pussy. …It was only then, as she pushed forward, that misgivings hit her - was she really going to -?
…Her cock brushed the artificial pussy, and Nia’s face twitched.
…Then, she shoved herself in.
Almost immediately, she came. It was a pretty understandable reaction - after all, she’d been depriving herself of release while being wound up all day. But that just made the feeling of release even more exquisite - Nia barely registered her tongue lolling out as she panted deliriously.
…But it still wasn’t enough . She began thrusting her hips, colliding with the mannequin’s own in loud PLAPS. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced - she’d known what an onahole was, but she’d never dared to try and get one - the shame of being a futanari had led to her trying to minimize any money she spent for that kind of thing. So actually experiencing penetration - even faux-penetration - was mind-blowing.
A couple of minutes later, Nia came for the second time. This time, she distantly noticed that something seemed different about the imitation boobs she was currently squishing - namely, that they were squishing less . Like they were…filling up…
Suddenly, Nia couldn’t help but see someone in the mannequin’s place. Specifically, the red-haired beauty she’d groped earlier that day…whose boobs had been filled with liquid of their own…
Nia didn’t even realize she’d started drooling as she thrusted harder , determined to rail this cow-titted slut (and rather forgetting the true reality of the situation). Every ounce of pent-up frustration was channeled into her hips as she pumped the mannequin hard enough that an ordinary onahole would break under the pressure.
Thankfully, the mannequin had been very well-made - and with a couple of fun features. For instance, as Nia nutted for a third time, the semen finally needed some place to escape - and it was designed so that as it filled up, it would flow out the nipples, even being squeezed in such a way that it looked like it was spewing out jets of milk.
And of course, this only served to drive Nia’s lust even higher. She still didn’t stop as she aimed for a fourth orgasm…then a fifth…
“Oh my.”
Aerith had been coming to collect Nia so they could move onto the next store, and had been pointed towards the changing room by an attendant - but now, Aerith could only stand and listen to the steady plapping that was emanating from within the room…occasionally punctured by pants of exertion.
…Well, good for her. If Aerith had to guess, the fact that this was happening now meant that Nia hadn’t actually taken the time to masturbate before leaving. She was going to have to learn that taking care of your needs was an important part of living as a futa.
…Which meant that it was probably best if Aerith didn’t meddle with that lesson by interrupting her. She chuckled as she stepped away from the changing room, before catching an attendant and telling them to let Nia know where they’d gone when she finally came out. Hopefully she’d enjoy herself in the meantime~.