Part 1:
Included kinks:
Futanari, Erection, Mini-Gts, Size comparison, hourglass, chubby, partial nudity, teenagers, seduction
All characters are entirely fictional and all above the age of 18!
The clock struck 14 and with the last ring of the monumental clockwork’s deafening bell a wave of blue and white uniforms stormed outside the Columbian Eagles Institute – an elite woman only university.
“Freedom! Finally,” Akari jokingly cheered as she unbuttoned her very tight-fitting vest.
“Hell yeah! Not gonna lie, today’s lectures were even worse than usual! I mean, who cares about the roman republic?” Elisabeth joined in.
She immediately followed her busty friend’s example. Not that she needed much of an excuse to strip out of her clothes anyways. Unlike Akari, she hadn’t the “privilege” of dealing with a pair of double DD’s that would put the durability of their white shirt to the test, but her lower half certainly put on a good show.
“I think it was pretty interesting,” Gina said timidly.
“Well, maybe for YOU, but we ‘mere mortals’ died in that classroom,” Akari laughed while lighting a cigarette, even if it was prohibited to smoke on the campus, especially for someone of her age.
“What do you mean with that?” Gina perked an eyebrow.
“She is just fucking with you, Gina. And implies that you are quite a bookworm,” Lizzy said mindlessly while staring into her own reflection.
She had pulled out her mirror like every day and started applying her black make-up as soon as she was no longer bound to the institute’s strict dress code.
Elisabeth Stuckmann might have been 19 years old, like the rest of the group, but a bit like Akari didn’t make it past her rebellious phase yet. By the time she was done her lips were fully black and her equally dark eye lids also further highlighted her blue eyes.
“Goth mode activated!” she mused and jokingly smacked her impressively round ass.
“Confirmative!” Akari grinned and also gave her friend’s behind a solid clap.
Gina rolled her eyes as usual when she saw the chaotic duo fool around in public and looked to her side.
“You are so quiet today, April. Is everything alright?” she said.
April was deep in thought and almost caught off guard when her friend called her by her name.
“Yeah, just thought of something,” she said eventually.
“Like, what you are going to do this weekend?”
The 5’11” brunette smiled and looked at her slightly smaller friend and gave a mostly convincing ‘thumbs up’. She barely managed to fake the smile though.
Throughout the day she had only one thing in mind. What she would do after school. Something she should have done probably months ago, but only now found the courage to do. Mostly because of urgency and not because of bravery. It was either now or never.
Akari and Lizzy already loudly debated how and with who they would fuck around this weekend and while it was usually equally entertaining and arousing to listen to their stories, there wasn’t much that could excite April today.
The busses were already waiting and the first lines were forming as the students entered in an expected orderly fashion.
April stopped and the redhead was the only one to pick up on it, while the other two were still sorting the squad of football players by dicksize.
“Aren’t you coming?” Gina asked.
“Well… I am not taking the bus today. I got something else planned,” she said.
“Like what?” the redhead softly smiled and downplayed her curiosity.
Empathy her other two friends clearly didn’t share.
While Akari and Lizzy didn’t notice how absent her friend was throughout the whole day, they immediately picked up when she mentioned she wouldn’t go home right away.
“Hold on! What could cute not-so-little April be doing on a Friday afternoon?” the goth girl asked with a wide smirk.
“And what would be so important that you can’t even go home to change your clothes,” Akari continued with the same type of exaggerated smile.
“I…” April muttered and the two started to giggle girlishly.
“You got a boyfriend!” they said in unison.
The brunette girl blushed and wildly shook her head.
“Nononono, that’s not it…”
“Then why are you blushing?”
“I am not!”
“Yes, you are!”
April’s cheeks were reddening more and more because of their persistence. Even Gina couldn’t hold back a soft smile and mild blush.
“I am happy for you! We all are,” she said.
“I didn’t even say what I am doing!” April groaned.
“Because it is so obvious!” Akari cheered and hugged the confused brunette. “And hell yeah, we are happy for you! Was just a matter of time until you’d seduce someone with these puppies!”
The Japanese girl pushed her own impressive breasts onto April’s bosom which matched hers in size and almost in firmness.
“Personally, I always thought her ass would land her the first boyfriend, but nevertheless he is a lucky bastard,” Lizzy mused and joined the hug.
Her hands teasingly reached around the chubby brunette’s waist and for a moment got a good grab on her friend’s equally impressive backside.
Akari and Elizabeth complemented each other when it came to their looks. Sure, both were freakishly energetic and both stood at almost the same height, with Akari being a tad smaller than her goth friend, but that wasn’t the respective striking feature that stood out with the two. While Akari was extremely busty for someone of her pretty slender built, especially for a Japanese girl, Lizzy was massively bottom heavy. Years as a dancer and with her now spending way too much time doing squats turned her formerly soft ass into a certified booty. She was the bootylicious ‘yin’ to Akari’s busty ‘yang’ – yet April was a combination of the two.
Standing at 5’11” she was taller than both and certainly much heavier. Both friends were certainly quite endowed when it came to their respective boobs and asses, especially on their mostly athletic bodies, but April could rely on her mother’s genetics. A two-edged sword.
Her assets matched her curvaceous but quite chubby figure. She wasn’t into any sports, also got exempted from sports since primary school and it clearly showed. April didn’t even come close to Akari’s thigh gap or Lizzy’s strong thighs, but the softness on her body was at least mostly well distributed. But more often than not she would have chosen a much more petite body like Gina’s over her own. Especially if that meant she would have gotten rid of the cock dangling between her meaty legs.
April sighed and ignored her friend’s comically exaggerated cheers and for once was happy that she wouldn’t get aroused by the two’s antics.
“Are you done?” she eventually asked and freed herself from the hug.
“We are done. But you aren’t done yet!”
“Look that he still got a pelvis after you are done with him, girl.”
This one made the chubby futa break a smile. She rolled her eyes and returned her gaze to Gina who still silently smiled at her friend.
“What is going on? Did I hear something with ‘pelvis’?” a familiar Hispanic voice asked.
“April got a boyfriend and she is going to meet him right now!” Lizzy blurted out.
The bombshell Latina’s face brightened and April for a second feared that she would join in on the two’s juvenile chants. But the captain of the cheerleaders wouldn’t behave like this and always kept her classy attitude.
“And why are you acting like that is something so out of the ordinary? Boys go nuts over girls like her, believe me” Isabella mused and winked at a blushing April.
“Look at her, she is red like a tomato because of you two. Let her alone, she will be nervous enough already.”
Like usual, only Isabella’s words possessed the power two silence Akari and Lizzy and highlighted the unspoken but universally accepted rule in their group: Isabella was the leader, although she never had to enforce her will. It has always been like that since they all first met in primary school.
The cheerleader always had this effect on people. Wherever she went she would soon reach the top of the food chain and do it in a charming but somehow dominant way. She led her cheerleaders with an iron fist and expected nothing but perfection from their performances, but besides that she was the most communal person to have around. And the one who organized the wildest and most excessive parties on the campus. Wouldn’t it have been for her, people like April or Gina would have been outsiders for sure, regardless of their influential mothers.
Someone with her charisma and simply breath-taking looks also rightfully made it a sport to hook up with players of the local football team and had more quarterbacks than most girls probably had boyfriends on the institute. It was almost a bit frightening how someone so composed and calm could turn into an untameable party beast and nymphomaniac with the blink of an eye. And how she didn’t make a big deal out of it. Strangely that was something April found rather attractive. Well … just like the rest of her.
Long legs, perfectly toned. Solid breasts, a simply perfect ass and fiery brown eyes would make most straight girls revaluate their sexual orientation, especially ones who secretly sported a 13-inch dick.
“Don’t let them distract you. You do what you gotta do. All that matters is that you have the time of your life,” Isabella said and nodded at April who still gazed deep into the cheerleader’s stunning eyes.
“Thank you…I will try my best.”
Isabella was about to turn around and jump into her bus when she paused and started to smile teasingly.
“One last thing: Is that ‘mysterious boyfriend’ a ‘he’ or a ‘she’?”
“Isabella!” Gina interjected with red cheeks.
“Nothing wrong with it. I don’t mind either. But I was just curious,” Isabella said.
April blushed too hard to come up with an answer, especially when Isabella asked her something like that. She gasped for air and silently averted her timid gaze but couldn’t hold back a smile.
“Thought so,” Isabella grinned and turned around to join Akari and Lizzy. “Have fun, April! You will have to tell us everything on Monday! Nice weekend to you two!”
The trio jumped into their bus heading east while April and Gina usually headed north. Usually.
“Sorry… that must have been a bit awkward for you,” Gina said.
“It’s fine. They were just happy for me. In a bizarre way,” April chuckled.
“Probably. We can talk later if you want. I am not as annoyingly loud as they are, but equally as curious,” the redhead smiled.
“You will be the first I will want to talk to. But I am afraid it’s something not nearly as exciting as you all think.”
The 5’9″ redhead frowned and was about to dig deeper what her best friend meant – until the waiting bus driver impatiently called his horn.
“You have to go. I will probably talk to you later, ok?” April said.
“I am always there if you need someone to talk. Never forget that,” she said.
The annoyed bus driver was already throwing a tantrum but Gina didn’t allow him to rush a hug. It almost appeared that she was taking even more time than usual.
“I know… and thank you.”
The plaza in front of their university, just crowded with students a few minutes prior, was left deserted after the last busses departed. April was literally the sole white and blue figure waiting at the terminal, but for a bus heading out of town.
She hastily took a last look into her backpack and checked if the envelope was still there. April knew it was there. She reassured herself a dozen times during the day, but a part of her still feared she could lose it at the last second.
The bus eventually arrived and the student’s heart started to pound noticeably in her chest when she bought the ticket. If someone knew where she was heading, one would have thought she was a pervert, but she didn’t see any other way.
April kept rehearsing what she wanted to ask, how the conversation should flow, in her head while the landscape rushed past her through dull windows. It took her 40 minutes to arrive at her destination, but it could easily have taken 3 hours longer in her opinion. Never did she dread exiting a bus this much in her life before.
There she was, still in her school uniform and looking at the most inappropriate place someone like her can probably be. The “Dick’s Cabaret” – a striptease bar. One that featured one “star” April desperately wanted to meet. Someone that maybe could help her, like nobody else could.
Her steps were short and clumsy, her posture wooden and stiff, as she tried to appear like she wasn’t embarrassed and scared out of her mind. But the towering doorman looked right through her.
“Shouldn’t you be in school, my dear?” the imposing man asked surprisingly warmly.
“I am 19,” April said and put her shaky hand into her pocket and held up her driver’s license.
The bald man shook his head and exhaled when he looked back into the aggressively blushing student’s eyes.
“The kids these days,” he sighed and held up the door for her.
April tucked her head in and silently accepted that he thought she was just an ordinary brat looking for some excessive fun. It was probably for the better.
Stale air, mixed with dense smoke and the occasional scent of spilled tequila greeted her as soon as she stepped in. The bar resembled a bit of a saloon. A badly illuminated one at that. The lights were dimmed, besides the lighting on the floor heading to the seats before the stage.
Thankfully not many visitors were there at this time of day. Which also meant that nobody she could possibly know would be there too. Still, she stuck out like a sore thumb. The few visitors that noticed the student looked confused at her and eyed her uniform top to bottom. She very might be the first person to ever walk in in such an outfit. On the other hand, if there was one establishment that would feature someone with a school uniform it would surely be this one, she thought.
The brunette sat down in the first row of seats and hoped that the show would soon begin so she could get out of there. She nervously gazed after the blonde waitress going from table to table and coming closer to her.
Hoping she would get overlooked she sank into her leather seat and hid herself from curious gazes as best she could. Then a loud voice emerged from the loudspeakers in every corner of the bar.
“Heyho, everybody. Ya boy Dick speaking here. I see you all are already thirsty for our big attraction today. Otherwise you would have spent this lovely day outside and not here with me and my girls. But we are oh so glad that you are all a bunch of degenerates, just like us! Can I get an ‘amen’ on that?!”
“Amen!” a few, way less enthusiastic people sitting at the bar joined in.
April sank even deeper into her seat and shook her head as she wondered what type of people would even reply to a greeting like that.
“Hold on, don’t shout so loud, you will scare my cute little kittens away,” Dick slurred and took an audible sip from a bottle. “But y’all aren’t interested in the ‘small’ kittens, aren’t ya? You wan’t the ‘big and bad’ kitty today! Am I right?!”
“Hell yeah,” again some replied.
“Well, well. Good ol’ Dick got ya covered then. Grab a bottle and try not to touch yourself right away. Even if she wants you to!”
Dick took another sip and sighed with relish as he closed in on the microphone to make his drunken voice sound deeper.
“Alright then. Buckle up y’all! Without further ado I present to you: the one and only… Mrs. Cannae!”
The student straightened herself and ignored the heavily beating drum in her chest as her eyes were glued to the curtain on stage.
Music blasted from the same speakers Dick just slurred from and a small lightshow set the scene for the ‘big kitty’.
The fabric slid aside and an imposing shadow stood on stage, towering higher than April expected. All remaining lights switched on and instantly revealed that not only her height was overwhelming.
Mrs. Cannae sensually moved across the stage. But she could have been standing still for the whole show and nobody would have mind probably. Not even the ton of futa porn April watched on a regular basis prepared her to see someone this big and endowed in person, let alone dancing a few feet away from her.
The blonde dancer was just a pure bombshell, unlike anyone April had ever seen with her own eyes. Mrs. Cannae stood easily over 1,5 feet taller than the brunette and her massive breasts dwarfed the student’s impressive DD’s. Each one of the blonde’s breasts were as big as her head. April could immediately tell, since the dancer’s outfit only included a red lingerie, which was way too small to meaningfully contain her curvaceous body.
In sync with the music she came closer towards the row of drooling people and their attention went lower and lower on the blonde’s Amazonian body with every step she took. Her nipples already poked through the tight fabric but her simply enormous member couldn’t even fit her panties. It lazily dangled over the stretched fabric, which found only purpose in being a glorified bra for her also gargantuan balls.
The dancer moved gracefully but with a fiery temper in her gaze and movement. Every loud blast of the background music was matched with a swing of her hips, a pose with her incredibly thick legs and any other motion that sent her mouth-watering body jiggling in all the right ways.
April’s embarrassment was immediately replaced by growing arousal between her subtly twitching legs. The virgin gasped when she felt the futa’s gaze eventually wandered over her body. The brunette had to cross her legs when she started to lose her mental battle to keep her own stiffening endowment in check.
The blonde dancer smirked teasingly and doubled down on the blushing teenager. She squatted on stage and fully focused on the surely youngest person in the crowd. As well as the only woman.
Mrs. Cannae was well aware what buttons she had to press to get someone so clearly inexperienced all amped up. She spread her meaty thighs and openly displayed her gargantuan package. It looked so much thicker and heavier up close.
April bit her lip and pushed her legs together while her own throbbing dick rubbed along the underside of her left thigh.
“Grow! Grow! Grow!” some guys chanted somewhere behind April, but she barely noticed them.
The blonde leaned back, one hand supporting her bottom-heavy figure while the other stroke teasingly slowly along her semi-hard shaft. She kept smiling into the audience, but her attention always quickly returned back to the student.
With a teasing grin she started to wrap her fingers around her humongous dick and to April’s silent delight couldn’t fully encircle the swelling member. Mrs. Cannae thrusted her hips while keeping her rhythm in sync with the music and slowly but surely grew visibly aroused.
The blonde closed her eyes and let out a soft moan only April could possibly hear and allowed her rising dick more room to swell. It was like watching pizza dough rising. The dancer gained inches in thickness as well as length with every powerful surge.
April guessed that her full forearm wouldn’t be enough to match the tool before its majestic rise, now she thought that even her full torso wouldn’t come close. Mrs. Cannae was simply massive!
It rose close to 3 feet in length and as thick as the blonde’s thigh. Almost like a third leg emerging from between her sturdy thighs. Mrs. Cannae smiled knowingly when she saw the young girl blatantly stare at her full size and got up again to the cheers of a by now wildly whistling crowd.
The student’s eyes were glued to the throbbing monster of a cock and wouldn’t she have crossed her legs earlier she would have also revealed that she was also packing quite some heat. A part of her wanted to simply give in, take out her leaking cock and show it for Mrs. Cannae to see. But she was on a mission that didn’t include succumbing to her primal desires.
April mustered her remaining willpower and leaned forward to get closer to the hung performer. She took a deep breath and kept her throbbing erection tucked between her thighs and remained it hidden under her skirt as she waddled the last few steps to the stage.
Mrs. Cannae’s show was still ongoing and now after what merely felt like an introduction went all out on the pole. It remained a mystery how someone so big and so heavy could move so gracefully and swiftly – especially in high heels.
She worked the pole masterfully. Quick turns and switches fit perfectly into her choreography that clearly put most emphasis on her perfectly shaped ass. Just like Lizzy’s booty it was a testament to what you can achieve if you put enough effort into your squats. But multiplied by 10. Her whole tits and erection bobbed heavily with every new turn, but her massive booty remained perk and unwavering.
God, what April would have given to spank that ass just once.
The brunette leaned into the stage and nervously met the dancer’s stunning blue eyes. She needed to get her attention to speak to her. April crammed in her pocket and pulled out a few banknotes and laid them down before her.
Mrs. Cannae grin widened and as she went on her knees during her show and whispered towards the student.
“What are you going to with that, honey?” she said in a foreign accent.
“I want to meet you. Alone.”
“Interesting. I wanted to suggest the same.”
April blushed and shivered throughout her whole body. For a second, she almost feared that she came on the spot.
“When can we meet?” April asked.
“Give me a minute,” the blonde grinned and nodded towards Dick somewhere behind the crowd.
The music picked up pace and the beat grow more climactic. A term fitting to describe how Mrs. Cannae amped up her performance.
Her angrily throbbing dick rubbed along the iron bar while she started to swing around it. The pose highlighted everything she had to offer: Her soft boobs, overgrown dick and adamant ass. The full package for one last money shot to conclude her show.
Defying gravity and logic at once she pulled herself up on the now rotating bar and turned around when she reached the top. She crossed her legs around the pole and started to slowly slide headfirst down towards the stage.
April stared with wide eyes and gaping mouth at the spectacle and almost clapped when the music stopped and Mrs. Cannae came to a hold and let go with her hands. That was a pose worth for a wallpaper. Would she mind if April would make a photo? No! She had to focus! She was so close to get the help she needed.
“A big applause for our simply lovely, absolutely breath-taking Mrs. Cannae!” Dick once again slurred on his microphone.
There weren’t many people in the bar, but damn did they make some noise after such a performance.
The blonde threw a few kisses back to her fans and winked at April. She then nodded towards her right which signalled an exit with one more bouncer waiting in front.
April grabbed her banknotes and backpack before carefully walking towards the sign. Would she have walked any faster; she wouldn’t be able to tame her member between her thighs for much longer.
The dancer disappeared somewhere behind her stage and April once more found herself looking up to a bald and hostile looking mountain of a man. Did these guys literally have to look the same or what?
“Mrs. Cannae awaits me,” April muttered.
“She isn’t expecting any visitors,” he said way less fatherly than his colleague outdoors.
“I… we talked when she was on stage, she-”
“She will invite you if she wants to see you,” he interrupted.
April was left irritated but didn’t have to wait for long. Just long enough for her to “cool down” a bit. The iron door sprung open and revealed the blonde once more.
She had changed outfits. The tank top and wide pants were certainly less revealing than her red lingerie, but couldn’t hide the fact that she was simply massively endowed.
“It’s fine Chad. She is with me,” she said to him and winked at April.
“Alright,” the bouncer said almost robotically emotionless and let her pass.
The blonde amazon led her to another room, one that just barely looked more inviting than the bar outside. It was absolutely obvious what its purpose was though. Another pole and small stage were set up in the middle of some couches. Which were certainly wide enough for more than one person to lay on.
“So, what’s your name, honey?” Mrs. Cannae asked and pulled out a lighter and lit her smoke.
“April… my name is April.”
“April. Cute name. So, listen up April,” Mrs. Cannae paused and took a deep first drag from her cigarette before exhaling the murky mist through her nose. “There are a few rules before we start, ok? If you break any of those rules you are out. Are we clear?”
The student didn’t know how to respond and just nodded silently.
“Good. Take a seat,” the blonde said.
She pointed at the table in front of the small stage and herself crashed onto the couch next to it.
“Want one?” she asked and offered her pack to the student.
“I don’t smoke… but thank you.”
“Fine. So, April. The amount of pleasure you are going to experience depends on how much cash you put on this table. Whatever you put on there is mine. No questions asked. I got no set prices, but I can assure you will get a big reduction if you make it also worth my time as well. So, bring your A game, April,” Mrs. Cannae said and smiled while already squeezing out her first smoke before she lit the next and continued.
“No weird shit. I am not going to do anything I don’t like. You can argue as much as you want, ‘No’ means ‘No’. And before I forget it,” she pulled out a paper from somewhere next to her and laid it on the table.
“You have to sign this before we can get to the good part. It’s just the obligatory stuff about how everything we do is consensual and such. By the way, are you of legal age?”
“I am 19… almost 20,” April said and anxiously tensed up on her couch.
“Perfect. That makes stuff much easier. Well, I can give you some time to read through it. But to be honest literally everyone thusfar skipped it. So, feel free to do the same,” the futa said and put her feet on the small table while leisurely enjoying her smoke.
April didn’t know how to react. She planned on how she could talk to the futa, but didn’t expect their introduction to feel so conflicting. On one hand, she seemed like a nice person, on the other it felt like she was trying to broker a deal or something. It just felt so sterile and distant.
“Mrs. Cannae. I don’t think I have to read through all this, thank you,” April said timidly and pushed the papers aside.
“I won’t do anything before you put your signature down, honey. Sorry.”
The brunette stared into the futa’s eyes but she gave no quarter. She continued to wolf down her cigarette and made no inclination to divert from her demand.
“Fine,” April eventually growled under her breath and signed above the doted line.
“Finally,” Mrs. Cannae said and hastily grabbed the paper and threw them onto another couch. “We can start whenever you want, but may I ask one last thing?”
“S-sure.”
“Aren’t you awfully young to come to someone like me. I mean, I appreciate such cute and attractive company. But you know you will be ruined for any ordinary guy out there. Don’t get me wrong. I am not interested in talking you out of it, but are you really sure you want that?”
There was this caring spark again. It was like the dancer could switch between her business and empathic attitude at any moment. April relied on her showing the later for the next few minutes and eventually rallied the courage to speak up why she was here.
“I am not here to… well… ‘meet’ you like others did,” she said and carefully put a 50 Dollar note on the table. “I wanted to speak to you. Just speaking.”
The blonde’s grin widened before she burst into laughter.
“Speaking? For sure, honey. People love hearing me talk, that’s why they come here,” the blonde chuckled. “Alright. I will play along. This is a play I haven’t seen yet. So, what are we going to ‘talk’ about then?”
The student put her backpack on her lap and pulled out the envelope she prepared for the occasion.
“Are you going to torture me with paper work now? I mean, it’s probably fair but I doubt I am into that,” Mrs. Cannae mused.
“Can you please take a look at that?” April asked with a wavering voice.
“You are a mysterious one, aren’t you?” the blonde smiled and opened the envelope.
April silently looked at her eyes rushing from left to right and noticed her expression changing with every new line.
“Hold on? Is that real? Are these your test results?” she eventually asked, her eyes wide and questioning.
The brunette nodded and took a deep breath before speaking up.
“Y-yes. I am a futa. Like you,” April said on the verge of tearing up. “And I don’t know what I should do. I don’t want to grow…but I can’t stop it.”
Mrs. Cannae jumped up and rushed to sit down next to April and put her arm around the student.
“Hey, April. Please don’t cry. Everything will be alright. You don’t have to be sad. This is what you are, you don’t have to feel bad because of it.”
“I … my friends, nobody knows besides my mom and a few others. I will be a freak at school!” April gasped.
“Shhhh. You will be fine, trust me. You will be fine,” the blonde comforted the smaller futa. “You said you wanted to talk. How could I be of help?”
The chubby student pulled herself together and looked up to the now once more caring amazon and at first struggled to find the right words.
“You… I thought you could tell me what to expect. How I could… prepare … for the growth spurt,” Aprils muttered.
The blonde smiled and gently stroke the tears off April’s cheeks.
“There is nothing to ‘prepare’ April. It will just happen. And you might won’t believe me right now, but you will learn to love it.”
“I will never love growing! Everyone will look at me like some sort of alien or something! I don’t want to lose my friends!”
“Do I look like an alien to you?” Mrs. Cannae asked in a soft tone.
“No… but you … ended up here. I don’t want that for myself,” she said and immediately realised how offending she sounded. “I mean… I read a lot of how futas end up in porn… or as dancers. And how they go on fucking sprees while the are growing. I don’t want to be like that.”
The blonde pulled April closer and chuckled once more.
“April, honey. We are no freaks. We just have a very healthy libido. And to clarify I am doing this here, because I want to. I don’t need the money anymore and Dick got no saying on who I am going to meet in person or not. It’s just because I want to do that and earn a few bucks on the side. You can still pursuit anything you want, but don’t ignore your needs.”
“Yeah… I am afraid about those ‘needs'”, April whimpered.
The blonde broke into laughter once more and stroke through the student’s hair.
“Believe me. You won’t fear them for long. Times have changed. We futas once got discriminated because of what we are. Some even took experimental drugs to stop themselves from growing. It made things only worse. Nowadays people like us get followed on Instagram and Twitter or god knows what. Your friends and family won’t turn away from you. I promise.”
“I… hope…”
“Don’t hope. Trust me. I promise you will be fine,” the blonde said motherly.
“I… trust you. Mrs… Cannae,” April said with a subtle grin.
“Call me Irina. No need for stage names for a fellow futa.”
“Thank you… Irina. I already thought you were not from here.”
“Oh god no. I was born in Croatia and moved to the U.S around 20 years ago, because you yankees here are way more progressive than my people were. I lived in New York for almost 10 years and now settled here. I never thought I’d meet another futa in this corner of the world,” Irina said.
“Am I the first you met? I mean in here in Missouri?”
“You are the first here, but I met a few more back in New York. We are quite rare. It’s about one in every million is born a futa these days, but your futa mother surely told you that.”
“My futa mom left before I was born. My…I guess ‘normal’ … mom raised me alone. She told me it was a short fling but she didn’t regret it,” April said.
“I am sorry to hear that. But now it makes sense why you came here to speak to someone who went through the same as you will.”
April sighed and finally fully composed herself.
“What was it like when you started growing?”
“Me? I … well. I got kicked out,” Irina said.
“What? Your family kicked you out?!”
“Yes. My mother kept it a secret from my ‘dad’. Well, he surely wasn’t MY dad. Since our futa genes always come from our futa mother, but he didn’t know that. It was quite a surprise when I suddenly started growing. My mom feared he would leave her because she cheated on him and therefore kicked me out.”
“Irina… I am so sorry. What did you do? I mean, how could you deal with that?”
The blonde smiled again and winked at April.
“By having a blast. I found a lot of new friends, many which appreciated me for what and who I am. I travelled to the United States, had a lot of fun and met many people who couldn’t get enough of me. Visited places I only knew off of postcards and television. God, just speaking about it, makes me almost envy you for the path ahead of you. If you got a caring mother and great friends you will have the time of your life, April.”
The student’s face lightened up. Many times, throughout the day she questioned herself if she’d find the answers, she was looking for in such an establishment, but now she knew: she found the right person to help her.
“You think? I mean my results… they are … not good.”
“Depends on what you perceive as ‘good’ or ‘bad’. Look, let me tell you something,” Irina leaned forward and grabbed the test result laying on the table. “These numbers don’t mean much. They put like a dozen numbers on there, because the doctors can barely put any estimation on how much you will grow. It’s a bit like a hormonal disorder and they try to treat it as such. A disorder. But it is not. It’s just you growing into who you are always meant to be.”
She rattled with the paper in her hand and gave it another look.
“See that number? This X-Value? This is the only one that means anything and still results can vary. You got a 160 on that scale. Which would mean you will grow … a lot. But don’t take my word for it.”
“What was your X-Value?” April asked.
“I think I had a 115… which was quite a lot at the time.”
“115? And I am on a 160? What does that mean? How big will I get!?”
“I got no idea, April. But I can tell you, you will leave me in the dust. Maybe you will even be a hyper.”
“Why do you say that like you would want that for yourself?” April asked with a perked eyebrow.
“Because I do. I certainly wouldn’t mind a few more feet in height… and other places. You won’t understand now, but you will eventually get what I mean,” Irina smirked and stroke April’s cheeks.
“If… you say… so… but I don’t think I will agree.”
“Only time will tell. But I can guarantee you, you will look back and laugh at how afraid you were about all this. Enjoy it with all you got, April. You only grow once.”
“Well… I guess I will try to enjoy it then. But what should I do with my friends? Should I tell them?”
“Yes. They will find out anyway, so why not tell them? If they are truly your friends then they surely won’t mind,” Irina said with a knowing smile and pinched April’s uniform’s fabric with her fingers.
“Are you all from that institute? Isn’t that a girl only school? Something with ‘Eagles’ in it, right?” Irina asked with a grin.
“Yes. It is and we all are going to school there. Why?”
“No reason. Was just curious,” Irina smirked and for a second bit her lips. “Is that where you got my name from?”
April blushed and nodded.
“Someone one year my senior bragged about booking you for their birthday party. That was like a few months ago,” April said with reddening cheeks.
“What was her name? Maybe I remember her.”
“Sylvie Austin.”
“Oh my. Of course. I do remember her. A slutty little thing, but that was one hell of a party,” Irina laughed.
“Yeah… I … heard the same,” April said with a grin.
Irina and April chatted for quite some time longer, with the blonde bringing some drinks and snacks to make April relax a bit. Minute by minute more and more of April’s worries were getting washed away by the dancer. She almost made it sound like growing was really something to look forward to, but April felt still a bit hesitant to believe that. April’s phone was vibrating non-stop because of her curious friends, but she didn’t even pay any attention to that. Irina was just exciting to have around and despite of what she said earlier, someone she enjoyed talking to.
“Thank you so much, for helping me, Irina. I feel much better now. I owe you one,” April said in between a tight hug with her towering futa friend.
“You are always welcome. Call me whenever you like. I mean it and keep me updated on your progress,” Irina smiled.
“I will. And one last thing. About your name? Where is it coming from?” April asked and almost reluctantly broke the hug.
“What do you think?” Irina returned with an enigmatic grin.
“I would have said it’s a coincidence but since you mentioned that you majored in history, I’d say it’s the battle between the Carthaginians and the Romans in 216 B.C,” April said with pride in her voice in an attempt to impress the middle-aged futa.
“Brains and looks, huh? Looks like you hit more than one jackpot,” Irina smiled while eying the chubby student.
April blushed cutely and tried to keep her eyes off the blonde’s intriguing body.
“Well… I think I should be going. Thank you again … for everything,” April said.
She pulled out the card Irina gave her earlier and looked at it one more time.
“Do you really think I should visit a tailor right away though? I mean. I am not outgrowing my clothes yet,” April said.
“Not now, but very soon. And you should have found a decent tailor by then. I know her,” she barely suppressed a giggle “Quite well in fact. She will provide you with all you’ll need.”
“Ok. If you say so. Well, I am gotta be on my way then. See you soon, Irina.”
“See you soon, April.”
The student was almost out of the bar and couldn’t hear it when Irina smirked seductively as she looked after April and said to herself while reaching for her phone:
“Don’t be a stranger, little kitten.”