Wanderlust: Sabrina (futa/growth/futa on male/futa on female)

Sabrina twisted to stick her legs out from under the blankets and sat up upon the hotel room bed, then yanked the covers off of herself. She couldn't sleep.

She preferred Paul's bed.

It was her first night on her own after a year out in the world, a year she'd spent by his side. Simply by the nature of their relationship they were bound to split eventually. He was, after all, only human. She hadn't realized when she visited him that day in the hospital that it would be their last.

"It just can't continue between us," he'd said. "Look at me. Look at what we've done."

To any outsider they looked like an unlikely pairing. She, a gorgeous and bodaciously figured blonde haired babe was crying as she stood by a completely average looking young man, who in his white smock laid before her in a stretcher. She slumped over his body and continued to sob, and the young man winced in pain.

What in the world could cause such an unexceptional guy to break up with a knockout like Sabrina? Things were much more complicated than they looked.

There was one thing about Paul that wasn't, or rather hadn't, been so average. With Sabrina's help, he'd developed an incredible talent for making sixteen inches of girldick disappear into his tight boyhole. And for a year, they'd loved it. He was her perfect little boytoy.

The inhuman gifts of a creature like Sabrina could only be withstood for so long. She had literally broken him.

Between sobs as she laid over his tired body she whispered, "did you tell them about me?"

"No," Paul had said, his voice gravelly and tired. "But it looks like... we can't continue. The doctor says my ass can't handle any more."

Back to the dark hotel room, Sabrina pouted as she remembered those words. Whose ass could? She could feel the hot weight of her massive endowment as it draped semi erect over one of her thighs. With it having been days since she'd emptied herself into her ex-boyfriend it was begging for attention at the merest thought of his sweet behind, even if those thoughts regarded its recent destruction. She flicked on the bedside lamp, then watched as she ran one of her pretty hands along her pale python. With the other she grabbed at the collar of her oversized t-shirt, which once had been his, and clutched it to her nose, desperate to smell any remnant scent of him the fabric could still hold. The shirt was the only thing she'd worn to bed.

They were playing god when they created her. In a secret lab human and goddess genes had been haphazardly combined to create the most absurdly oversexed being possible, a being that could more than satisfy any of the goddesses without any risk of pregnancy - a sort of 'mule'. There were no trial runs, she was the one and only version of what she was. No one could predict what her raging mixture of hormones and doctored genetics would do with time.

She was a bigger girl now. Four inches taller, she was no longer quite 'petite' and was now at an average height. That was the only average thing about her though - for starters her already quite large chest had ballooned several cup sizes bigger. There was now simply no way to diminish the spectacle of her breasts as they jiggled and swayed high against her slim body. It was getting very hard to hide her cock, too, for it had grown as well.

The hand that sat against it moved to slide past her two heavily laden peach sized balls, her elbow tapping against one of her great breasts as she did so. Her sex was wet with desire. She began to tease her clit, and watched as the heavenly sensations that produced took effect.

Her cock was growing stiff, extending and rising off of her thigh... filling out to a length beyond her knees. Grasping it at its base she hefted it up, and it lazily swung vertical and tapped against

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