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“Ha! I told you mine were bigger!” Annabelle bragged.

I pouted. The three of us stood in front of our new cabin’s mirror with our shirts off, three massive pairs of breasts all lined up side-by-side. I shouldn’t have been surprised she’d won this little competition, I knew she had the biggest breasts of course, but I was hoping my nipples might have edged hers out. Upon closer inspection, they didn’t. To my left, Cassandra just scowled; her breasts were generous, but still not quite in mine or Annabelle’s league.

Cassie’s were puffy, with her quarter-sized areolas swallowing up about half of her pencil-eraser sized nipples.

My own were of the non-puffy variety, a pair of thimbles on my chest that could cover the average index fingertip. It was the lack of puff that had allowed me to arrogantly believe I might be the biggest, but despite the longer look my flat silver-dollar areolas gave me, it was all an illusion.

Because look at Annabelle’s! She was packing a puffy pair of strawberries that were surrounded by a car-headlight-size disk of flesh that puffed up to a full quarter of her nipple length. She showed me her superiority, pressing down on the protrusion of soft skin around the nipple so I could see the full length of the thing.

“Alright, now that we’ve established who top alpha bitch is, let’s go do this thing!” Annabelle gave my ass a mean spank as she turned to put her bra back on.

It was always a competition between the three of us. Annabelle wasn’t exactly the boss, but she did tend to take the lead first. However, when it was something important, Cassandra was top bitch; she’d be the one calling the shots when there were actual stakes. As for me? I know some of my assets outshine either of them, and I think I at least figuratively have the biggest balls. We’re all confident, all young, and all have something to prove, to ourselves and each other. But we have fun doing so. More on that later.

This was an unusual day for us. At Camp Pitahaya we’d spent a month getting acquainted with other young women who’d been exposed to the XY Toxin in the womb. It wasn’t as widespread a problem as Thalidomide had been, and in truth, wasn’t even really physically harmful in the slightest apart from the part which made things more socially awkward for girls like us. We’d broken off into groups of our choosing and Annabelle, Cassandra and I were already hitting it off so it was a natural choice to stick together for the rest of the month.

But now we’d been encouraged to go and mingle with campers from other camps in the area. They’d given us each a canteen of the Simulacrum Serum as a sort of tool of diplomacy. This would temporarily do to people what had been permanently been done to us before birth, and the plan was that such an experience would engender sympathy in people who might not understand what life was like for us. Of course, we three had different ideas for how we’d use ours.

Oh, I hope I didn’t lead you to think that we’re good girls.

We’re not.

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Our fellow campers clearly didn’t know what to make of us. There were two other girls who took one look at the three of us and clearly took an instant (and no doubt jealous) dislike. One openly glared while the other just flushed and tried to fade from existence when we first joined them all around the fire. There were a couple of younger guys who weren't exactly any of our types; their faces were as forgettable as their names. But then there was the tall one.

He seemed as shy as the other four, but he at least met us directly with an offered hand.

“Hi, there! I’m Jesse. You guys must be the campers from across the lake, nice to meet you all!”

“Beatrix,” I said, taking his hand, enjoying the strength in his warm, firm grip. He was at least six-foot-three if not a hair taller, his arm had nice definition and he didn’t seem to be carrying weight that wasn’t muscle, but he wasn’t ridiculous or overdeveloped either. Perfect. Annabelle and Cassandra shook hands with him as well and we exchanged a knowing look; we’d found our target.

“So what would you like to do first? We’ve got all kinds of activities lined up, and since you’re our guests, we thought you should be the ones to pick what we get up to.”

Oh, we were going to do that either way.

“Alright, Jesse, tell me whatcha got,” Cassandra said.

He shrugged awkwardly, “Well, there’s a rec center with weights and games and stuff, a few canoes we can take out on the lake, there’s a miniature theatre, and tonight we’ve got some big pallets to burn for a bonfire. Figure we could do some songs, skits, tell stories, maybe make s’mores or something.”

“Yes,” I said, grinning like a predator at Annabelle, “Or something.”

“Let’s do canoes!” said Annabelle.

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Like every camp in history, the canoes were pretty crappy, the dock was pretty crappy, the oars were pretty crappy, but that was okay since the company was so much fun. I sat in the very back to let the other two have their way with Jesse. Annabelle sat right in front of me, urging Jesse to be in front of her and Cassandra took the captain’s spot, turning to face the three of us.

The moment we rocked into motion those two were operating, Annabelle using the momentum so her humongous Q-cup breasts slapped around Jesse’s back. As we got further from the shore she pulled him back to fully rest.

“There, there now,” she cooed in his ear, “We may be rocking enough bra meat to fill a kiddie pool, but I think you’re going to find we’re more man than you in a lot of important ways, so you should just relax and let us do the hard work.”

The poor guy had no idea how right she was. Still, he seemed content enough to rest his head and shoulders on Annabelle’s legendary fun-pillows. I couldn’t blame him; I’d been known to nap on them from time to time, and while my own I-cups were ample beyond all reason, I could still feel a bit jealous of her. I never resisted the urge to remind her that hers were a little saggier than mine.

“If you feel like a firmer pillow later, let me know, J,” I said, reaching around with one hand to stroke his cheek and giving Ann a little spank with the other.

“Don’t listen to Miss Tiny-Tits back there,” she said, “she’s just jealous she’s barely out of her training bra.”

“Fuck you!” said poor Cassandra. At EE cups she was the smallest-busted of our gang. She made up for it in other ways, but it clearly stung her a bit. “You want firm? Feel mine, Jessie!”

She grabbed his hands by the wrists and placed them right on her big bra-clad jugs. The bewildered Jesse blushed deep and groped sheepishly.

“Oh, no no no, come on, really get IN there!” Cassandra said, grabbing his head and pulling him right into her bust. She smugly smothered him for a few moments before letting him back, his hair mussed and cheeks flushed.

“What do you think?”

He didn’t really have to answer, even from my vantage point I could see the change in the shape of his shorts and Cassandra shot Annabelle a look I recognized.

Not in our league, the look said. But so far no man really ever had been.

Guess we’d have to make a woman of him after all.

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We made our move at the theatre which we made our second stop after the lake. They were screening what must have been the twenty-seventh Jason movie which seemed like an odd thing to show at a camp, but we weren’t really here for the movie anyway. I bought the popcorn and drinks for everyone, making sure to spike Jesse’s coke with the dose of Simulacrum Serum, and then we settled in to fondle our new little pet. It would take a few hours for the formula to work so we might as well just keep having fun.

I sat behind him and had fun alternating between tousling his hair and resting his head back against my own copious I-cups, letting him feel their soft firmness, even stroking my rock-hard gum-drop nipples across the back of his neck a few times.

Annabelle kept one of his hands busy on her breasts, letting him pinch and tug at her own famously puffy nipples; her tits were the heaviest and had a little sag to them so he also experimentally hefted them, testing their vast weight.

Cassandra was the most brazen of us this time, simply reaching right into his pants and fondling him. He blushed and trembled a little, but didn’t stop her as she coaxed his penis into a throbbing six-inch erection, not jacking him off exactly, just teasingly tugging and fondling. His balls fit nicely in the palm of her hand too, something the three of us eyed with a little jealousy.

I whispered into one of his ears, “Tonight we’re gonna show you the time of your life, big boy.” I almost giggled at the word ‘big’ but managed to keep it together, “Just nod your head now if you agree to everything we three busty bitches want to offer you.”

He looked around like he was getting away with something, and then nodded.

Now he was ours.

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After the movie, we hit the gym. We had a little fight in the women’s locker room about whether we wanted to stay skirted or show off our assets a little in short-shorts, but skirts won in the end, no sense in overwhelming him too quickly. When he came out to meet us in his own shorts and tank-top it was clear that the serum was already beginning to affect him a little, his butt was clearly a bit bigger and had some nice jiggle to it, plus his nipples were frighteningly hard beneath the tank. His erection had flagged a bit on the walk over from the movie, but it was still nicely semi-hard and looked a bit heavy where it bulged in his shorts.

Despite our predatory nature, we all had to admire his muscles a bit, he wasn’t bulky but had nicely defined biceps, a flat stomach with traceable abs and strong-looking quads. He’d definitely be a real looker in high-heels!

We started with some cardio, moving alongside each other on treadmills and ellipticals, six huge breasts bouncing and undulating in their own little orbits as we worked up a sweat. Poor Annabelle can never run for long, even with the tight double-reinforced sports bra she favored; there was just too much bounce and soon she was watching from the sidelines, massaging her mammoth Q-cups gingerly.

Then we hit the weights and the fun really started. Annabelle offered to spot Jesse while he showed us what his big strong manly muscles could do; she loomed over him, giving him an amazing view of her breasts while he started into a warm-up set with an empty bar. He blinked in confusion after a few reps.

“Hm. I must have really been skipping my pecs more than I realized, my chest aches already!” We grinned at one another, he clearly hadn’t noticed the budding B-cup breasts he was now sporting, the serum was well and truly doing its job!

When he moved on to heavier weight Annabelle gave him the first ego-crushing glimpse he’d get of our real selves. As he struggled on his last rep she stepped in to help him re-rack the bar, and in doing so gave him a view right up that skirt; what he saw beneath there had an obvious effect, his dick clearly shrinking right up in his shorts before re-plumping out into a hard-on. It was just a glance, but when she stepped back his face was bright red, his eyes wide, his expression one of utter confusion and shock.

Later the three of us gossipped and giggled outside the locker rooms; we could hear him talking to himself,

“...what is happening to me?! Fuck fuck fuck!” Then there was the sound of lots of unspooling tape.

Annabelle grinned and beckoned us with a finger and a lewdly waggling tongue. We followed her to one of the far lockers inside of which she’d apparently discovered a peep-hole bore between the two locker rooms. Some naughty girls had apparently wanted to scope out the cock available. Crowding to peek, we had a perfect view of Jesse as his budding breasts jiggled in response to the abrupt motion of unwinding boxing tape from the spool.

So far he was sporting healthy little B-cups with just a pinch of ball-bearing-size nipples at the tip. I could already see with envy that his areola were starting to puff outwards. I was really the odd-woman-out with my big nips and flat disks around them.

He had noticed his breasts and he was clearly binding them down, trying to hide the new endowments in shame. We rubbed bosoms together in celebration, our own little high-five. The bonfire was next and that was when we’d move in for the kill.

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Jesse was clearly feeling a bit shy with his friends back at the fire; he kept doing things to adjust his top and pants (which were beginning to really strain around the hips thanks to his ever-swelling ass) and conceal his new assets from the other three boys and two girls. We tossed pallets and wooden boxes and barrels onto the massive roaring flame, feeding it to grow more and more, just as Jesse was.

At one point where Jesse was standing next to a couple of his friends, I got up right behind him and wrapped my arms around, cupping his now-C-cup-size tits through their failing wrapping. It was time to confirm the truth for him which Annabelle had already hinted at. Even through the binding, I could feel those nipples stiffening against my palms; at this point, they were the size of pencil erasers.

“Hey, sweetheart,” I whispered, “that ass of yours is looking so hot it’s giving me another log for the fire.”

I grabbed his hand and pulled it behind so it was resting on the concealed assets I was obfuscating. His jaw dropped in astonishment as he groped along the thick length of meat I was hiding.

One of his female friends noticed the concern on his face. “Jesse? Is something wrong?”

Not wanting to tip his hand, he shook his head and carefully removed his hand from my enormous cock.

“N-no, I’m fine, Steph.”

Stephanie shrugged and launched into a ghost story, the fire now fed enough that everyone began to find good places to sit and enjoy it.

She was clearly borrowing from the Jason movie still on everyone’s mind and the three of us snuggled around Jesse, so “afraid” we’d need his support. When she got to the killing part, Cassandra and Annabelle double-teamed his ears with licks and taunts.

“You know who’s better at making campers scream than Jason?” Cassie asked.

“We are!” Anna cut in, reaching his hand and bringing up under her skirt to feel what she’d given him the chance to feel what he’d seen on the weight-bench before.

I could tell which part she was having him feel when she said, “See how heavy they are? That’s your fault and you’re going to have to do something about it, mister.”

“Oh god!” Jesse exclaimed, his voice cracking like he was a teenager.

“Dude, Jesse, the story isn’t that scary, jesus!”

Jesse gawped and stammered, blushing the most adorable shade of slutty red.

“S-sorry, Brad, I scare easy.”

“God, what a bitch,” Brad said with disgust.

“Oh, he has no idea,” I whispered, groping one of Jesse’s ripe D-cups. Now those nipples were solid and sticking out like small-caliber bullets.

“What have you done to me?” Jesse whimpered in response, a conflicting mix of arousal and fear on his face.

“Oh, nothing compared to what we’re going to do to you,” Cassandra cut in. She stood, smooshing her skirt-covered privates against his neck and back, easily the biggest of all three of us. The feel of her gigantic soft dick going from the nape of his neck all the way to the small of his back made him tremble, his throbbing erection poking through his shorts; there was a tearing sound as the binding he’d given his tits began to give way completely.

“Oh SHIT!” Jess suddenly stood up and turned his back so his friends couldn’t see as his now-gigantic jiggling jubblies spilled completely free to swim around in his loose top.

“What!?” Steph and Brad and the others said as one.

“I uh...I just realized I have to go to the bathroom really bad!” Jesse weakly managed. His friends rolled their eyes, oblivious to what we’d been doing to him the whole time. I gave him one last whisper before I let him go.

“When you’re done in the bathroom, you come back to cabin 3F. We can give you the antidote you want there. Got it?”

Jesse looked utterly subdued and just gave me a slow nod. I grinned and spanked his now-gorgeous bubble-butt once to send him on his way. We feigned fatigue and left his friends to their fire.

We were about to start one of our own.

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“God, they’re so heavy!” We were spying on him yet again, peering in through a long-abandoned termite-hole.

He stood in front of the mirror above the sink, holding what must now be a pair of E or F-cup breasts in his palms, his jaw dropped at how their ample weight spilled over his hands and between his fingertips. The things were firm but still looked heavy.

His finger and thumb moved almost subconsciously to tweak the now-Hershey’s-Kiss-size nipples; tugging them outwards, he gasped, apparently taken by surprise at just how pleasurable a sensation it was. He teased more of the fat flesh from within the puffy confines of his areolas to get a firmer grip, clearly squeezing, moaning, shaking his head in disbelief.

We scattered back to the cabin to await our prey.

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By the time he reached us, the Serum had finished its full effect, rapidly accelerating at the end. His breasts had settled out a little larger than Cassandra’s, I think maybe around a G-cup or so, huge firm tits whose puffy nipples poked through his sweatshirt. Not only were they thick, they were fairly long. The breasts were so large that not only had they sundered the wrapping tape, but what had once been loose was now tightly fit across his chest.

But the real masterpiece was his ass; Simulacrum Serum hits everyone a little bit differently and apparently whatever lay latent in Jesse’s X-chromosome was all butt, the big round cheeks and swelling curve of his hips could have put any of the three of us to shame. Not that girls like us knew the meaning of the word shame.

The second he was inside the cabin Cassandra was behind him to lock the door.

“What the hell is going on?” Jesse whimpered.

I answered, “Well Jesse, we three are very special girls. Surely you’ve heard on the news about that popular fertility hormone supplement, Nascentia a few years ago?”

“Yesss…” Jesse blinked.

“And you might have heard in the news that it was found to contain something called the XY Toxin, right?”

“Umm, yeah.”

“Do you remember how the news reports said that it was causing abnormalities in some babies? Do you remember how it wouldn’t say what those abnormalities were?”

He shook his head and blinked again, “Huh, I guess they didn’t. I never realized.”

“Well, this is what they weren’t saying,” Annabelle cut in, unclasping her skirt and letting it drop. Her huge cock hung down her thigh, slightly bigger than he would be hard dead soft, her balls like a huge pair of plums behind it.

Jesse’s eyes got really big and his jaw dropped. I think his mouth might have even watered a little.

“So now the world has a larger crop of intersexed children than ever before. Thanks to a government grant for acceptance, we’ve been allotted a little bit of a similar chemical to let people experience what life is like for us. It’s supposed to foster understanding and peace.”

Jesse sighed with relief, “Oh, thank god! Here I thought you had some kind of sinister ulterior motive, you were just trying to show me what intersexuality is like!”

I grinned, dropping my skirt too; now he was looking at a dick nine inches long draped over nuts the size of mangos. I might not have the biggest tits or the biggest cock in our gang, but my balls reign supreme. Jesse swallowed hard at the sight of that.

“Oh no, pretty boy, our motives are entirely ulterior and sinister as FUCK,” Cassandra said, finally coming to stand beside us.

“We were given the serum for that reason… but we aren’t using it that way. We just wanted a big-assed, big tittied BITCH for us to use and abuse.” She let her voice get really growly for that last part in a way that even made my nipples hard. Cassandra’s skirt was the last to hit the ground, letting the horrifying sight of her limp foot of meat sway heavily into view, its girth almost concealing the sight of her orange-sized balls.”

“You’re that bitch!” We giggled in wicked unison.

“I… I…” Jesse took a step back.

“Ah ah ahhh,” I said, “you agreed that you were ours back in the theater. Are you gonna try to back out? Are you a liar, Jesse? If so, we won’t give you the antidote and you’ll stay like this forever.”

Jesse froze, one hand trailing up to stroke across a stiff nipple through his shirt, the other dropping to grasp the rigid hard-on he was sporting.

“Fuck it,” he finally sighed, “Let’s DO this.”

Cassandra grinned and grabbed Jesse by the tits, mauling and squeezing the big orbs all over, causing moans and gasps and whimpers; these sensations were unfamiliar to the young man and they were clearly overwhelming to him. I wandered around to get a proper feel of that ass, squeezing it hard enough to leave finger marks and spanking it just to watch it jiggle. Annabelle offered up her own tits, letting Jesse worship at the altar of her superior bosom, letting him slurp and snack all over her big gumdrop nipples, massaging his slobber into her flesh when he pulled back, seeming quite pleased with how he left her tits shining.

It was time to start getting serious and I put a foot to the inside of Jesse’s knee, pushing to get him down on his knees in between us, the classic service position. Cassandra seized her soft dick by the base and slapped it across Jesse’s smooth-skinned cheek (I’ll be honest, I don’t know if it was an effect of the drug or just very close shaving, but the boy was smooth-skinned as the bitch we were treating him like.)

Cassandra’s cock is insanely heavy so it was no surprise that his head snapped around hard, bending far enough to reach me and I let him have one on the other cheek, slapping him back around to Cassie. Cassie slapped. I slapped. Her again. Me again. Her. Me.

The abuse was taking a toll on Jesse’s awareness and with a final huge-headed cock-uppercut from Cassandra, he hit the ground with a soft moan, face a mess of cock-bruises and slobber that we’d knocked right out of his mouth. Annabelle had simply been watching and playing with herself; it was wasn’t that she couldn't deliver a hell of a cock-slap even with her somewhat smaller gigantic dick, she had just always had a penchant for watching when something was really hot.

Now with him on his back basically right between her legs, she squatted down to make her own use of him, first grinding her big dangling smooth-sacked balls against his lips, coaxing Jesse to lick and suck at the huge orbs. Forcefully she power-squatted down, cramming the big pair into his mouth, crowding his cheeks and tongue, making him bulge in the face like some gross parody of a human before she drew them out and slapped the saliva-drenched nuts right between his eyes, marking him as much hers as ours.

But Annabelle was not done getting service; she lifted her ballsack in her hands and re-angled her hips, offering him instead the bare pussy that was dripping beneath, grinding her clit against his lips, then her lips against his tongue, moaning as she jacked her now-hard ten inches and played with her own balls lewdly, her monumental, monstrous tits swaying and swinging around above.

I reached down and jacked on his stiff six-incher, cooing, “Lovely piece you have here, Jesse. Not really fair to put you in competition with us though; next to Cassandra here you basically have no cock at all.” It was true, if she draped her dick over his, even soft, he wouldn't even be able to see his equipment for all the meat in the way. I added, “So we may let you get it off later, but for the next few hours at least, you’re just our bitch boy, and as such, you will dress the part.”

Cassandra was already going through my bag and she threw me the pair of hot pink panties with the bow-adorned waistband without any further prompting. I slid them up his strong legs and carefully tucked his hard penis into the fabric. There was no mistaking that he was still anatomically a man, but now he was a man in pretty pink panties which did much more to accentuate the big round feminine ass we’d blessed him with.

Annabelle had gotten ruder and was now giving him her ass, moaning and whimpering in response to the expertly executed rim-job. There was something about his style and body language that said he’d never done anything like this before, yet his enthusiasm and arousal had taken over and were making him the perfect servant for his three huge-cocked futa mistresses.

I moved up to suck on his big tits that were only a little smaller than mine, loving the way his nipples were the puffiest I’d ever seen, taking care to show my adoration for them with my tongue, making slow slavish licks all around the rosy flesh. Cassandra was not to be ignored and she shoved me over from my post, slobbering and slathering all over his other huge tit. There was definitely a hint of envy on her face as she was the one person here he had beat in some way; his dick was the smallest of us, but his tits were still bigger than hers.

That spiteful, wrathful part of her took over and she paused her worship to punish instead, beating her now semi-erect cock against the huge tit, making the nipple strain harder and puffier, knocking it around with the weight of her behemoth beast-cock.

Annabelle was switching gears again; she gave his face a couple gentle slaps with her ten-incher and then speared it right into his face. The poor boy was choking and gagging hard when she was barely over halfway in; and she was being gentle with him, sliding it slowly, not doing what I knew Cassandra would when it was her turn. Jesse choked and thrashed, struggling a little, a tear starting from one eye, but he was brave and didn’t try to pull away, even coaxing her forward with a warm welcoming hand cupped behind her big balls. She stroked his cheek fondly at that and then suddenly sheathed herself all the way inside his face with a single sadistic thrust.

His full-throated gag was massive and his entire body undulated, shaking the tits I was sucking and Cassandra was beating up, that big lovely ass beating the ground so hard it was like he was spanking himself. Cassandra pulled out and stood, just admiring the way her cock was glistening, veins popping out all over the shaft from the constrained space it had been in, drops of his reamed throat snapping from her balls to spatter his face a little.

“Pause!” I commanded and the girls stood back, letting me help Jesse up into a sitting position. I’d forgotten how tall he was! Something about the way we were treating him made me fail to realize that with me standing and him seated against the wall, he was above my crotch level; that could come in handy later. But for now, I had other plans.

I went into my bag and brought out my small egg-vibrator. I switched it on and inserted it between my fat pouty cuntlips behind the humongous ballsack. I was giving him time to finish coughing and rasping from the damage Annabelle’s cock had done to his throat. Poor boy; she was the smallest of us and it wasn’t going to get easier from here. If only breaking a bitch in like this didn’t make my cock and cunt sing a chorus of arousal! I wanted to mark him. I carefully teased my clit until I was on the edge and then cut loose with a big gushy orgasm, plying my skill to his face, giving him a splattery facial with girl-honey, loving the way my vaginal volley spattered his lips, cheeks and eyes.

“Real pretty,” Cassandra said appreciatively as she grabbed his tits and mauled them around roughly, pulling him to his feet by them, bringing a cry of pain and surprise until he figured out to go with it to spare himself harm.

“No offense, bitch, but you clearly weren’t built for big cock. I’m gonna need to get you to hold still.” While I’d been making him up she’d gotten one of the lower bunks ready; thick leather straps were already dangling down from the rail of the top. She tied them around his wrists, holding him fast and then used a pair of manacles already affixed to the feet of the bed to his ankles; he was now in a sort of sitting spread-eagled position.

She turned to me, “I wouldn’t feel right breaking in the lovely facial-claim you just staked, how about you get some of that mouth while I take these tits for a ride?”

I spanked her ass. “Way to make hogging those monsters seem selfless, cunt!” She stuck her tongue out at me and greedily helped herself to the pair, slapping her semi-hard cock between them. She wasn’t hard enough to fuck them properly yet, but that didn’t keep her from tugging those puffy nipples and massaging herself with them, rubbing and grinding the big boobs all over her leviathanesque lever, coaxing blood into it with hard use of soft pliant flesh.

I got more athletic about things and hopped up onto the top bunk, squatting to straddle Jesse’s head, taking advantage of that height fully as I got my own mind-bending length lined up with Jesse’s face. I slapped and paddled his features with my rapidly stiffening schlong, not laying into him like before, just love-taps really, loving the grinding feel of my cock against his smooth skin. I angled my hips up and gave him a taste of the biggest balls he’d ever suck, and suck them he did, eyes wide as he discovered the impossibility of trying to get one in his mouth. I’m always a little jealous of my sisters-in-sex who can get their balls (with some struggle) fully enveloped, but don’t get me wrong: I love having huge nuts.

Annabelle made a tantrumy jealous whine so I reluctantly pulled my balls from feasting range and crawled down to the bottom bunk behind our spread-eagled captive. Happily, she took my spot, ramming her hard ten-incher in and out of Jesse’s face, sadistically bruising his slobber-stained lips new colors of purple, bringing gags from his throat and tears from his eyes that ran in the thick girl-mess I’d left on him. He choked hard as she hammered away, making those “Gluck Glork Glatch!” sounds I love so much. Annabelle apparently loved it too; her cunt abruptly squirted, soaking his cleavage in a thick layer of nubile nectar, though her cock still held strong for its big release.

I was getting acquainted with his ass, taking my first real moment to admire in all its humongous, jiggly glory. The thing had firm cheeks despite the soft parts and was just lusciously rounded in a way I was jealous of. My ass isn’t bad, but this thing was a perfect peach the size of Pilates ball. I couldn’t resist digging my fingers into its flesh and squeezing ample handfuls, I couldn't resist spanking it hard so that it rippled like a Jello lake, I couldn’t resist running my tongue down the crack and then stabbing it in. I ate Jesse’s ass nastily, possessively, he was not getting serviced, his perfect rim was just another way I was using him to gratify myself and there was even something possessive about the hand that snaked around to jerk his dick.

It felt funny working six inches over; the strokes were so much shorter than I was used to, and while I might be able to fit a second hand on it if I really crammed my fingers together, he had less than half the real estate my own fourteen-incher had to offer. Speaking of which, that beast was all the way hard now, jutting from over my gargantuan balls like some grotesque obelisk of masculinity. I greedily squeezed my elbows together so I could titfuck myself a bit while I drew more moans from his cock-stuffed throat with my expert rim job.

Goddamn, my tits feel good!

Cassandra had fully hardened herself between Jesse’s tits and she cackled as she took the opportunity to drop low and put her erection up against his. The little bitch gets off on nothing more than lording her superior size over everyone else and it must have been a special treat for her to see how her erection towered over his; at eighteen inches erect, she was literally three times his size. If growing massive tits and a luscious ass hadn’t already done in poor Jesse’s masculinity, then the blow to his ego from her utter massiveness compared to him surely would.

“Now you see, Cassie? It’s selfish shit like that which deprives you the pleasure of breaking them in!"

“Nooo!” she cursed at me as I lined up my massive cock, swatting him across each butt cheek before I abruptly slammed inside. Poor Jesse hadn’t been prepared at all and he dry-heaved on Annabelle’s cock, coating her balls in a thick globulus sheen of deep-throated gag-mess. She let the poor thing off of her dick and proceeded to wipe those nuts all over his now-howling face.

“Oh fuck, did I kill him? I’m only four inches in!”

Cassandra laughed so hard her tits shook wildly, “Quite the opposite, the little bitch just came all over my dick.

I grinned, cramming another two inches home as I leaned in and gave her another one of my trademark ear-licking whispers, “Oooo, you really like me, don’t you?”

Jesse whimpered but actually nodded; for someone being used like a jizz-sock this one was really holding up well. I had to admire the big-titted slut.

“You do realize cumming on my cock like that is a punishable offence, don’t you, bitch? You’ve got to learn to keep that little clitty under control if you’re going to hang with the big girls!” Cassandra shucked his surprisingly copious load from her dick and smeared it all over her tits, feeding him his own cum from them as she sadistically toyed with his balls, another erection already starting from the attention he was getting.

Annabelle was not to be outdone; she seized her own much more substantial bosoms by their thick, puffy nipples and started laying into the sides of his face from the back, beating and barraging him all over, matting his hair, smearing his already ruined-looking face further with her titanic tit assault. She bounced the huge pair up and down on his head, the weight of it forcing him to bow his head into the smother cleavage Cassandra was offering up. Oblivious to all of this, I crammed in another two inches; the poor thing was clenching on me like crazy now, though whether from pain or pleasure I couldn’t say, my sisters weren’t giving him nearly enough time away from their boobs for him to verbalize a damned thing.

“You’re over halfway there!” I lick-whispered encouragingly between him getting pummeled by Annie. “If you do a good enough job with me, we'll let Cassandra have a turn now, won’t we?”

Cassandra nodded with a wicked grin as she looked up to the boob-bludgeoning monster our other sister had become, “Hey Annie, did he get all ten of your inches in?”

She gave a tit-tumbling shrug. “Yup, with some difficulty!”

“Sweet. Time to let mommy really break his throat in.” She moved to finally unbind his wrists.

“I’m not done with this luscious bubble-ass yet!” I protested.

“Relax, Trixie, you’re going to help me get all the way in. Just bend him over so so you can pile-drive his throat down my dick, I want my big balls on that chin, you hear?”

“Alright, boss bitch, you got it!” and I tilted that ass up, already forcing his face down onto Cassie’s cock, loving the sight of those thick lips parted by meat so massive they stretched down into the border of a thin little ‘O’. I adjusted my hips and re-squatted so that I could shovel another inch in; it was really difficult going and every time I claimed more ground he thrashed and rocked, his breath catching in hitching rasps, his body trembling like he was going through a seizure.

To say nothing of what was happening to my cock; the insides of the poor bitch were rippling all over it, clenching, clamping and squeezing in arrhythmic waves that betrayed just how overwhelmed he felt with nine inches of fat girl-cock inside him. I’m sure he’d have told me all about it if his face were not utterly crammed full of even thicker girl-cock; he was choking and coughing out wads of spit horrendously even though Cassandra was just a handful of inches inside of him, his throat was already tenting grotesquely, yet three times as much of her length was still outside, threatening to impale him so deep our cockheads could touch inside him.

Not really, of course, but we’d probably be really close if we could both fully sheath inside of him. I could barely hear the splatter over the grotesque noises of his dry-heaves and cries of pleasured pain, but Cassie had lost control and squirted a dinner-plate-size drenching of cunt-cream all over the floor. Messy bitch.

Annabelle had been watching and stroking her own member from the sidelines, but now decided to get involved again. It felt like she was everywhere, at one moment offering me her huge tits to suck while she stroked herself off, at another, slapping her hard dick all over Jesse’s stuffed face, getting him wet with his own saliva, and in another moment she was beneath Cassie, hungrily worshipping those fat navel-orange nuts, dragging them all over her face.

“Hey, mechanic,” I said to her as I playfully spanked Jesse’s ass and sank in a tenth inch, “when you’re done working on that model how about you come over here and service MY undercarriage, I promise you I’ve got some nuts that need tightening!

She gave me the finger and kept polishing Cassie’s balls, eyes squinting a little as some of the fuck-filth she was driving from Jesse’s throat drooled onto her face.

Cassandra crammed another couple of inches in, coring out the poor thing’s esophagus with about eleven inches now. I was impressed she’d gotten in over halfway; that was a rarity with her in any hole. Tears were flowing freely now, making vast webs of salty streaks that cut right through the mix of slobber, slut-sauce and ball-juice that was building up there. I didn’t think the bitch was sad or ungrateful, mind you, just totally overwhelmed.

Annabelle broke from ball sucking to come back up and suck my tits, drawing a happy sigh from me as she warmed and cooled my big nipples; I’m jealous of the puffies that our new playmate and my sisters had; mine were huge, sure, the size of my finger’s first knuckle, I had that going for me at least, but I was the odd woman out here. Ah well, I caressed Annie’s head and force-fed her my huge udder so deep she choked a bit on it, drawing a grin to my sadistic lips and another splattery orgasm from my sopping cunt; this time the egg fell out and buzzed away on the floor for a bit until it shut off, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t possibly have been in any more bliss at this point.

“I’m just not getting any further, let’s try a different position!” Cassie said, pulling out of his throat with an unbelievable sheen of thick slobber on the top half of her cock. Jesse coughed and heaved, tits jiggling as that body wracked with spasms, but Cass was indifferent to the suffering as usual and passed her time by beating the big wet dick up and down on his face, knocking him into an eye-fluttering stupor. I don’t think she’s ever hit anyone full-force with that cock; it would probably kill them.

Reluctantly, I pulled out of the hole I’d been reshaping and started to turn the bitch over, clucking my tongue as I admired my own handiwork; his poor ass just gaped beyond all reason. It was no surprise; my dickhead is about the girth of a beer bottle at its thickest part, the flaring head. I had to admire Cassie’s cockhead too as she thumped it up and down on poor little Jesse; hers was the size of a doorknob easily but the exact shape of a mushroom, the only thing thicker than her shaft in this room. After that face-meat was good and tender, she punched her dick back down his throat with all the tenderness of trying to shove a loaf of bread through a mail-slot.

Annabelle grinned at the new position, taking advantage of the opportunity in the form of those big-bitch tits, mounting Jesse’s stomach she slid her big ten-incher up between them, squeezing them with wicked tightness around her length, sighing with happiness. She leaned down, kissing where Cassie’s shaft protruded from his mouth and then arched her flexible self even further, taking advantage of the full hang of her gigantic breasts to fully surround her cock in pliant tit-flesh, tit-fucking both sets as one.

The sight of that was enough to spur me on and I gave an absolutely brutal last thrust, sheathing the final inches of my colossal cock all the way inside the bitch’s big round bubble-butt, loving the way it jiggled as my hips rammed home. As my titanic testes in their looong sack swung up and smacked down into the middle of Jesse’s hard shaft, an idea hit me that made me grin.

Getting all the way inside our toy had a number of amazing effects; to start with, two pairs of breasts got shoved forward to smack heavily against that pretty face, secondly, Annie’s cock punched into the jaw, forcing the head back into a new angle, and lastly, between the force of my slam-fuck and the new positioning, Cassandra finally claimed new ground. Jesse’s eyes were wild and drool-messy as nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen fifteen inches of impossibly thick and long girl-cock gaped his insides and made him gag hard.

The noises coming from the poor bitch's throat were guttural and grotesque, lurching motions of Adam’s apple and convulsing of jiggling breast-bulky torso only fueling the sense that something totally overwhelming was happening here. Part of me almost felt bad for the poor thing, so ever the charitable one, I kicked my own fucking into high gear; surely getting fourteen inches of fat cock railed in and out of your ass would give you pleasant escape from the horrible things happening in your esophagus, right? With every utterly humanitarian slap of my balls, I added a sharp spank to that upturned ass.

Poor little Annabelle has just never had our staying power; after tit-humping the poor creature beneath us until those boobs were bruised and battered, she went over the edge. She pulled back into a looming squat, dick tilted down so that she could begin unloading rope after rope of thick spunk all over the pair.

The first one streaked across both in a splattery trail of adulation.

That was enough to get me going and I grimaced as I pumped my own first wad deep inside that ass; from the feel of it, I wouldn’t be surprised if I was going to leave the piteous wreck of tits and ass all bloated with cum. I left that question to the philosophers as I put my previous idea into action, reaching around the base of my gonad-bag to position it high up on Jesse’s pelvis, then I seized my own humongous nuts, loving the way each of my hefty hangers overflowed a single palm.

Annabelle’s second streak kicked high, leaving just a little white line across the jaw and right cheekbone, dotting Cassie’s cock as well. Cassie clucked her tongue and shoved extra hard to claim a sixteenth inch as she gave Annabelle a warning “you’re next” glance. I don’t know if that glance turned Annie on or what, but she was spraying a mug of muff-mess right onto Jesse’s stomach just a second later.

My own second blast made those big balls bounce in my palms as I carefully curled them around Jesse’s cock, letting the average-sized (well, small to us) cock literally fuck my nuts as they were unloading pints of piping-hot cum into his ass through my cock.

Cassandra finally started to go too, pulling back, unable to resist a final brutal cockslap across the face before she was unloading on it. Her dick was still connected to his prone form in dozens of places by tendrils of thick drool and potent cock-leakings mixed together, and more were formed when that first load exploded against Jesse’s forehead.

That was the moment Jesse went, greedily fucking my ball bag as his dick began to discharge. I have to give it to him; for a second climax and less prominent equipment, the bitch’s cum-load could have rivaled our own, His first shot was like a cascading fountain, wildly overflowing the enclosure I’d made around him, splashing up hastily onto my huge tits in spotty drops. The grinding of his cock along my clit as well was all it took to send me into a third gushy girl-gasm.

Annabelle’s third shot made those shots look pathetic, entirely coating one huge tit in thick whiteness.

My own third shot was enough to make my own cream squirt at high velocity out of the jiggling ass before me.

Cassie’s second shot was a squirty little rainer, arching from forehead to feet, no part of it especially dense but it had briefly surrounded Jesse in a veritable miasma of cream.

A fourth blast from Annabelle coated the other tit, one puffy nipple barely peeking out.

A fourth blast from me made my nuts clench tight around Jesse’s cock.

Jesse’s second shot arched up at high velocity, hitting the underside of those glorious globes Annabelle was painting too.

Cassie had apparently been unsatisfied with that spread-out second wad and milked her own dick hard, shucking slobber onto Jesse’s face as she put an extremely concentrated, chewable, thick wad all over those thick lips and into that mouth. There was nasty gargling and bubble-blowing as the bitch choked it down.

Annabelle made a noise of horny satisfaction as she finally used a fifth shot to drown that nipple, the syrupy thick overrun of her ball-nectar drooling down to join the lake forming between Jesse’s tits.

I started to pull out as I kept cumming; there was no point in staying fully sheathed since I’d already filled that ass up, but I couldn’t keep a fifth burst from trying, a truly epic fountain cumming from him, not unlike a vaginal squirt. Fitting for the gaped pussy I’d made of that ass.

Speaking of cumming cunts, Jesse fired a third impressive shot that arched all the way to his own face, now unobstructed by my balls. I had to admire the volume of that load; I wondered if he always came this way or if we’d brought something special out of him.

Cassie’s fourth blast wasn’t something I could exactly see, because she crammed her big spurting prick back down his throat to chase the one he’d just partially swallowed; her cunt bathed his forehead and eyes in glimmering goo as she worked him so deeply.

Loving the cleavage lake she’d formed, Annabelle unloaded directly into it, the depth of it rising around the huge tits, leaking down to the flat stomach and up into the hollow of Jesse’s throat.

Jesse and I fired our next shots at exactly the same time, mine utterly obscuring that cock as that cock fired more up to join Annabelle’s pool. The lake of cream had become a river that flowed both up and down the torso, winding between the twin mountains that sat on its banks. We had turned a man into a woman and that woman into a topographical map of an ecological cum-scape.

It went on like that, all of us unloading, cocks and cunts ejaculating their respective salvos all over the place. I’m ashamed to say I petered out first, even before Jesse who was still milking an impressive couple of squirts out when he too, flagged. Cassandra had made his stomach visibly bulge with the size of her load by the time she withdrew and stroked one last splattery faceful of yogurt-thick spunk right between his eyes.

Annabelle surprised me, painting his tits for a few wads, then milking a few ropes to join Cassandra’s load on his face and finally putting hot streaks of cock-girl cream all over anything that hadn’t been painted, shots hitting shoulders, down legs, and even up into the hair.

She finally collapsed like the rest of us, a groaning collection of tits, cocks and gallons of cream on the floor of the cabin.

After several long moments, Jesse spoke up, “So… about that antidote?”

We all laughed at him.

“There is no antidote,” I said, “It will just wear off in a couple of hours.”

“In that case,” Jesse murmured weakly through sleepy, cum-coated lips, “I hope you brought more of the serum.”

Author's Note: Hey all, I know this is a departure from some of my other work. I don't do a ton of Futa stuff, but it does get requested every now and then, and I hate to leave anyone unsatisfied. Maybe you liked it. Maybe you hated it. Either way, I'd love to know via contact from my profile page..