Autus Does a Mind and Body Good (Commission, Futa-TF, Hyper, Dick-Nipples, Growth)

Story by Tosaku No Kishi

The final commission on my list from when I opened them a while back. After this, it'll be back to work on ongoing commission stories.

Commissioned by my patron, harmonicjewl

Marissa doesn't like her curvy body, but she refuses to get a reduction for reasons even she can't justify. One day, her best friend, Chelsea, talks her into trying Autus. Marissa figures maybe the problem is that she's not big enough, and so, she goes through with it.

Visits from Chelsea were eventful. Though it was the same event played differently each time, it never ceased to stick out, witnessing the futa get lodged in the doorway. Marissa had a stock of oil for that purpose alone, helping her friend get in. Once, she left her in the door and took a nap, tired of the routine, and came back to Chelsea still trapped. Such was the fate of the ‘lucky’ ones like them.

“I don’t understand why they haven’t made wider doors compulsory,” Chelsea said as she slid through with a pop, titanic breasts almost pulling her to the floor, “With Autus being a thing, you’d think they’d realise I’m not exactly a rare case anymore.”

“It’s probably too expensive. And a lot of work,” Marissa said.

“Yeah right,” Chelsea scoffed, “Sign a few papers, throw some money around, and boom! No more getting stuck in doors just because I’ve got giant knockers.”

‘Giant’ was right. Whenever she looked at Chelsea, Marissa thanked her genes for not making her that big, though she returned to cursing them not long after. She went to the kitchen and poured them both a drink. The counters were stacked with boards so she could work over her bosom. In her living room, she took the couch, while Chelsea snuggled into the single chair, specifically there for guests.

“How have you been?” Marissa asked.

“Same old, same old. Work is dull, tits get in the way, tits also get me laid, like, everyday. And you?”

“Same old,” Marissa parroted with a glance to her workplace, tucked into a corner on a neat speciality desk, made to support her bust, “Just waiting for a new game to come out really.”

“What one?”

“It’s, uh… that one Gwen made,” Marissa whispered.

“Oh,” Chelsea smirked, “You could meet her in person you know. There’s an event going on in a few days.”

“I heard and I’ll pass. Everyone will just grope me if I go.”

“Oh no, the horror,” Chelsea said, monotone.

It was to Marissa. She’d never liked her body, from the second it blossomed earlier than the others and just kept going, outshining almost anyone she met, to now with all the unwanted attention it got. Far as society was concerned, anyone with a body like hers must want to get fucked 24/7. Relentless flirts, sneaky feelers, and outright offers for sex plagued her outings. Better to stay home wherever possible.

“We’re going out though, right?” Chelsea asked. That was the reason for her visit; she wanted to try out Autus. From the front, she seemed ‘perfect’ by most standards, but the visage was let down by her disappointing hips and rear. On anyone else, with a set of boobs a few sizes smaller, she’d be happy, but as it was, her ass had barely a fraction of her boobs’ majesty.

“Do you really need me though?” Marissa asked.

“Come on, give it a try. You’re always gawking at people bigger than you. You’re staring at my boobs right now. And don’t think I haven’t seen the terabytes of Gwen porn you’ve bought. Maybe you just want to be really, really big.”

“But I hate being big.”

“You hate being that big. Besides, you can always get reduced if you really don’t like it,” Chelsea said, “And it’ll be fun to grow together.”

“Alright! Fine, but I’m not paying for mine.”

“I’ll pay half, but you have to use it. If not on yourself, then give it to me,” Chelsea said with a wink.

“Whatever, let’s just do this,” Marissa groaned.

The Autus store was a small place. Ironic, given what it excelled in. Two tiers of product lined the shelves; the average, and the extraordinary. Holographic projections displayed Gwen, the first tester for Autus and its biggest supporter, in every sense, at half her actual size. They wouldn’t fit in the building otherwise.

“You’re drooling,” Chelsea said, snapping her from a trance.

“Shit,” she had been drooling, “Sorry, what were you saying?”

“Nothing, just enjoying the show.”

“What show?” Marissa frowned, then followed her friend’s gesture; her nipples had swollen and, though unseen, her pussy was soaked. Her cheeks turned a darker shade than Chelsea’s burgundy hair.

“Relax, everyone gets horny looking at her. Now come on, I wanna know which one you want.”

“Oh god, this is gonna be a disaster,” Marissa sighed and reluctantly walked away from th

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