The Futanari Ailment

Deep in the depths of Virtua Forest, IF was doing what was supposed to be a quick reconnaissance for the Guild, but things escalated quickly. Alone, but not harmless, she was fighting off an army of Dogoo that had ambushed her. The varieties of the dogoo were noteworthy. Particularly the ones with humanoid bodies sporting nothing but Speedo and bulges on their groin leaving little to the imagination. IF could have sworn that those variety only existed in certain dimensions of Leanbox, so the fact that they were appearing here made this recon mission worth it. With a final slash of her claw blade on a Dogoo Man, she dusted herself off. In her confidence though, she failed to notice the Dogoo Man she just made spill their guts, come in for one final attack, a bite on her calf. The wound resembled a bite from a snake, and like the venom of a snake, a fever immediately began to hit IF.

“Shit! I was careless.” She muttered to herself. IF adjusted her high socks to get the fabric to protect the wound from any outside infection.

So with her trench coat secured, she began the long trek back to Planeptune City where she would submit her report on the strange variations of Dogoo in the Virtua Forest to the guild.

Upon arrival to the Guild, IF was looking extremely blushed in the face and sweat covered her brow.

“Agent IF?! Are you okay?!” Asked the blonde guild receptionist. “You look terrible! Should I call Compa for you?”

“That won’t be necessary.” Said IF, submitting her report electronically to the guild. Last thing IF wanted was Compa shoving a giant syringe into her for a simple fever. The bite on her calf might have needed attention, but IF wanted to rest first, a headache was making her body throb.

“I just need some rest.” Conceded IF, making her way to her apartment in the heart of Planeptune City.

IF kicked off her shoes, and stripped herself nude for a rest that seemed much deserved after a long day in Virtua Forest fighting Dogoo. The night passed uneventfully, and in the morning she could still feel a heat in her chest, but she felt much better. Crawling out of her sheets, she headed for the restroom to take a shower, something she neglected to do yesterday on account of the fever, but she stopped herself in front of the mirror. Something was off. Rather, there was something on her that should not have been. Her groin was now sporting a never before seen dick, complete with testes. It was not very large, about two inches in its current erect morning wood state. IF was initially disgusted, but took a big gulp of her spit and braved touching it.

“Fuck, why does that feel so good?” she whispered to herself as her palm encircled the newly added appendage to her body. The sensation was overwhelming for her, it was quite literally like nothing she ever felt before, and within seconds, a meager load of cum spilled from the tip and onto her bathroom floor. IF had to lean onto the counter as she ejaculated, with her knees too weak to keep her up as she experienced her first release.

“This is bad…” IF told herself, and then immediately began rubbing another one out.

It was evening by the time IF heard a knock on the door. She had been playing with herself all day and tissues laden in seed littered her entire apartment.

“Iffy? You in there? We were supposed to meet up this afternoon, remember?” Compa said through the door.

The sudden knocking made IF shoot up from her sheets. She couldn’t open the door with her apartment like this. She immediately got dressed and snuck out the window. There was no way she was going to let Compa see her in this state, but she had a decent idea of who to go to for help. IF, after leaping from her apartment window, made haste to the Basilicom, forgetting that she had given Compa a spare key to her apartment at some point.

Compa used her key to IF’s apartment out of worry. After failing to meet up with her, Compa went to the Guild to question about IF’s whereabouts, the receptionist told her that IF had come back from Virtua Forest looking sick. When Compa walked in the dark apartment, she stepped on a tissue with a mucus-y substance within it.

“She really is sick…” Compa told herself. She saw the entire apartment littered with the same tissues. The apartment was otherwise empty though, and she could only really think of one place IF may wander to if she was looking for help. With less haste, Compa made her way to the Basilicom.

…

As a nude IF did everything in her power to hold back, Histoire observed the small twitching cock as drops of precum escaped the tip. Histoire was all business, and in the privacy of the examination room, She searched countless databases within her to see if anything about this Ailment would pop up. So far, there was only two real matches that made some sense, The Dogoo-born futanari strain, and the great propagation.

“You came here right away? You haven’t touched it, right?” Asked Histoire.

IF just nodded in response. Her breathing was erratic and her face was red.

“This Ailment predates Planeptune itself. I’m currently running scans in my system to see if there is any cure or treatment for it. Is it painful?”

“N-No…” IF struggled to articulate her words. Despite an entire days worth of cum and several boxes of tissues later, the urge for release was still too overwhelming. “Not painful, just…hard.”

“Clearly.” Replied Histoire, missing the green-eyed guild member’s meaning. Putting on some Histoire-sized exam gloves, she reaches for the small cock between IF’s legs. She carefully peals back the foreskin, careful not to get any of the viscous fluid on her tome. “I can see now why you snuck past security and that lazy Console Patron Unit. Word of this getting out would be unfortunate.”

Histoire, after pushing the foreskin back with her gloved hands, lifted the small appendage up to look under. At full height, Histoire would reach about a foot tall in her current form. That being said, even the small dick looked massive compared to her, a fact that IF could not shake from her head.

“It seems the scrotum and phallus are proportionate for now. That’s good. We just need to prevent you from any form of inter-Ah!” Histoire was interrupted from her assessment when IF gripped the tiny Oracle in the palm of her hand. IF used her thumb to gag Histoire from screaming any louder.

“I’m sorry, Histy! I can’t hold back anymore!” IF proclaimed.

The heat within IF had grown too extreme for her to handle, and she used her free hand to rip the tiny panties off the blonde Oracle and line her up with her small penis. Histoire was flailing her legs and kicking at IF’s pelvis to prevent what seemed to be the inevitable.

Without ceremony, IF began shoving her relatively massive dick into the small blonde tome. The Oracle’s attempts at screaming were futile with IF’s thumb purposefully gagging her. Little by little, IF could feel her dick collapsing the insides of the Oracle, and the sensation was a thousand times better than her hand. It was not long before she could feel Histoire’s ribcage with the tip of her cock, and now, not only did IF’s thumb prevent the Oracle from screaming, but so too did her dick, stretching the tiny tome’s diaphragm.

“I’m sorry!” IF repeated, before using Histoire as a cocksleeve. IF did not thrust her hips, but instead pumped the tiny tome up and down on her dick. The force of her pumping the tome on her made Histoire’s hair flail about more than the tiny legs on her body. With each complete penetration, all the air from Histoire’s lungs was forced out, and her abdomen and ribs bulged out more than nominal parameters.

A minute went by, and then another. With each passing second, the speed at which IF moved Histoire on her dick increased. Histoire could not even attempt to scream for help anymore, she was just a toy to be used by the giant that was IF and her more than ample dick, at least for someone Histy’s size.

“Just a little longer, Histy! I’m almost done!” As if the words were spoken to speed up her own release, IF came inside Histoire’s tiny body. It was a load bigger than any she had produced all day, and with that load, IF’s dick and balls doubled in size gradually with each pulse of her release.

Being filled by both semen and a growing dick, Histoire’s body finally broke. Her pelvis and ribs cracked to accommodate the massive girth of the four inch cock inside her. The vertebrae in Histoire’s spine popped apart to accommodate the length of all four excruciating inches, and her skin stretched even tighter on account of the dick plugging in all that semen within her. Histoire’s vision was just a white blur.

IF’s post-nut clarity began to kick in. The appearance of the broken tome on her suddenly twice as large dick struck her like a train. Panicking, IF used all her strength to pull the Oracle off her dick. The broken cocksleeve was so tight now, that she thought she might rip the skin of her penis. Eventually her efforts paid off, and with the sound of a cork coming off champagne, jizz erupted from Histoire’s cunt as IF dropped her to the floor. Histoire did not move. She was completely broken.

“This is bad.” IF said out loud. She quickly dressed and took a secret way out of the Basilicom that would avoid Nep, and the security of the facility.

…

“Hello! You in there Histy?” Neptune knocked on the examination room door with Nepgear and Compa in tow. She opened the door. The scene they saw immediately got Neptune to scream. “Someone attacked my cute Histy!”

On the marble floor was Histoire. White fluid gushed out from under her skirt and onto the floor. Smoke or steam was being ejected from her ears and she had a blood coming out of her nose and mouth. She was broken.

Compa rushed to aid the tiny tome as best she could, her medical expertise coming in handy, but a tome was different.

“I’ll call Noire!” Nepgear announced, pulling out her phone. “Kei or her might know what to do.”

None of them could have prepared themselves for this scene. What started out as Compa inquiring about IF had turned into a search for Histy. Neither Purple Sister had seen Histoire for a while, and assumed she might be with IF, But no one had seen IF enter, nor leave, the Basilicom. IF had snuck into her apartment using the same window she escaped from. Tired from the exhaustion of ejaculating all day, cumming inside Histy, and her new dick doubling in size, she passed out on her bed without changing.