Small Girls 3: Hyper About Prom Night

Story by ZeHell-ScythefanToo

Sequel to Small Girls and Small Girls 2, if you haven't read them already. Or the spin-off.

Hey look, I finished it! This is something I've been working on and off for what feels like ages, and if the date at the top of it is correct then it's been a year and a half since its conception in my mind. Two main inspirations: one, a story on Hentai Foundry (yeah, it was futanari-related) I read once and can't remember the name of that hyped up a prom night but never delivered, so I decided to write one for myself. The other, a certain someone who messaged me about writing their own future direction for the adventures of Cecilia and Victoria, which by virtue of this story's existence is made canon (they might not have released their story yet, but it was based on a pretty solid idea!)

Without further ado, please enjoy this story on my site (Site Reader) (Plain Text) or click the spoiler below...

Small Girls 3 "Yeah, up there! All the way up there! One glorious banner to rule them all!" I pointed one finger straight up to emphasize my point to my captivated audience, smiling broadly as I detailed my plans. "Oh, and streamers. Lots of streamers. Nothing says formal party like a billion streamers. School colors, obviously, but there's nothing saying we can't personally decorate them a little. You know what I'm talking about."

"Mmm," hummed the only member of that audience, the petite brunette sitting across the table, as her teeth finally ripped the bite she'd been politely holding during my discourse out of her lunch sandwich. She regarded me with what looked like full attention from her eyes, but I could tell an unrelated set of gears were cranking out thought in her brilliant mind. My very good friend Cecilia Warner was the quiet type, unspoken to a fault despite the fact that I've learned to respect the moments she speaks her mind.

"What, not exciting enough? I suppose I haven't started outlining all the fun parts yet, like the cum punch someone will obviously spike and the impressive dance mix line-up," I smiled for the girl, possibly even revealing my next subject with subtle twitching of the corners of my mouth. "Let me tell you right now about the plans I have in place for lining up the most productive hypers in the student body behind the curtain on-stage for a round of surprise bukkake deep into the night hours."

That got a serious blush out of Cecilia. "T-that definitely doesn't sound like it'd be allowed," she huddled down, probably because the idea popped a heavy boner into her denim jeans. If there was one thing I loved about Cecilia (just one thing of many, don't ever be fooled into thinking there aren't plenty of reasons I love her), it was how cute she could be when embarrassed. In fact, cute was one of the very words that defined her; here at our special educational facility for hypergrown individuals - god forbid I use its true name, 'Grand Cummings Preparatory School for Extraordinary Youths' - Cecilia, and a handful of other students, some of whom were uncoincidentally her friends, were out of their element. They didn't possess great gifts, like most of their peers; they weren't fleshy, nor structurally defined by genetics. Small people. Cute.

'Normals', they were called by us hypers. Once upon a time I believed they weren't worth anything, so who cared about dumping a load on them from the churning well of my yoga ball sac of testicles, via the medium of my monstrous four feet of cock? Who cared that they were people, with feelings, and genitals that felt (and gave) sensation? Oh, Cecilia found one opportunistic afternoon to show me just how wrong my thinking was, but that's a separate story for another time. Needless to say, I love swallowing humongous tubes of penis with my hot, hungry, womanly passage, but there is a special place in my heart - and upon the epicenter of my thick, throbbing clit - that grants me shocks and aftershocks of delicious pleasure through my fingers and toes just thinking about Cecilia's 'average male' balls striking my button whilst her seven-inch dick reaches into my pussy for a little G-spot loving. 'Normal' meant nothing to me compared to our unique compatibility, and loving how she fucks me was only the starting line.

"I... I just, dunno, Victoria," Cecilia continued, once the blood in her face had calmed a bit and decided it had better places to be. Yep, Victoria. That's my name. All those who gaze upon the w

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