Patreon Flash Fictions (Various Tags)

Story by Tosaku No Kishi

These are flash fictions that I originally did exclusively for Patreon, but they said that I should release them to the public. So, here you go. There will be other threads containing my previously exclusive patreon content. For now, here's the flash fictions I did. Some of these have titles and others don't.

I pant as I pump my hips back and forth. My partner, Lila, grunts each time our flesh meets. She is tied to my bed with her arms and legs spread eagled and her pussy full to the brim with my equine shaped strap-on.

She’s bi, whereas I’m a full-fledged lesbian. We’ve been together for months at this point and Lila recently voiced how she missed having a cock inside of her. So I bought the highest quality, fake phallus that I could afford. It was weird though, since the vendor who sold chuckled like they were part of some inside joke. I ignored it however and proceeded to give Lila the best night I could.

We’re both into BDSM, hence her being tied down. She loves being dominated. I’ve even made her cum without flesh on flesh contact because of it. Now however, I have her writhing beneath me as rubber cock fills her completely. I can practically feel her cunt undulating around me as… the third? Maybe fourth orgasm rolls through her. I’m close as well as the straps dig into my snatch and rub my aching clit.

“Scream my name,” I growl down at her without breaking rhythm, “I want everyone to hear you,” it was impossible, since my apartment was soundproofed, “I want you to beg for me to fuck you fuller.” Where did that come from? I frown, but keep thrusting. Her pussy gets wetting from my words and the squelching of her deliciously soaked folds echoes throughout the room. I even feel it as her cervix softens against me.

“What?” I gasp and look down at my hips. For the first time since I’d penetrated her that night, my thrusts come to a total stop. I can’t make out the shape of the straps around me. And my crotch looks like black rubber, just like the faux-cock jutting from me. Or it used to be. Now I can see veins along its mottled black and pink length; they pulse in tandem with my heart.

“No way.” Lila doesn’t notice and begins thrusting against me. I can’t help myself. I resume my own thrusts and decide to deal with this later. Besides, it feels a million times better. I feel a pinch as a new wait appears at my crotch. I pay it little mind however and focus on cumming together with my girlfriend.

“Anna!” Lila cries, “AnnaAnnaANNA!” She cries rapidly and arches her back. I feel her gush around me as my new cock throbs and unloads into her. I give one final, hard thrust and break past her cervix. She seems to love it though. We both hear the sound of fluid spraying into her. And then, mere moments later, we both watch her stomach begin swelling.

“That’s hot,” I gasp and try to make myself cum harder. She swells faster in response. When I’m done she looks pregnant with triplets and couldn’t be happier.

Maybe that vendor has some fake boobs as well? I giggle and fall asleep beside my bound, inflated lover.

“You can’t be serious?” Gina asked with an incredulous brow raised.

“Deadly.” Her girlfriend of two years, Riley, affirmed, her gaze straight and hard as steel. They both eyed the bottle of pills that sat before them on the coffee table. It had only been a few months since the sensation that was the transformation pills, recently dubbed Autus pills, had hit the market. Everyone knew about them and a vast percentage had already tried them after seeing what they had done for Gwen Anderson, the first Hyper Macro porn star in history. No one had quite reached her size yet, but several had breached the Macro category.

“It wouldn’t fit if you took that many, would it?” Gina frowned and bit her lip even as her cheeks and body flushed at the thought of what her girlfriend could be packing with just a few pills. Riley wasn’t lacking, far from it. Gina had never been unhappy with her lover’s foot-long member, but now the prospect of dating a hyper stared her in the face. She’d heard amazing tales about hyper futanari and none of them were unpleasant. Even so, she was hesitant. There had to be day-to-day problems with being that big.

“Yeah, they will. Says so on the box,” Riley assured her and, with a defiant shrug, uncapped the bottle, lifted it to her lips, winked at her lover and downed several creamy-white pills.

“Riley!” Gina shouted in horror. Could you overdose on these pills? The package never said anything and she’d hadn’t heard about it, but there’s a first time for everything. Riley placed the bottle down and leaned back with a contented sigh.

“When do you think… Oh fuck!” She gasped. The sound of cl

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