With a final choking squeeze of her neck and breast, Jess was released. She almost fell to the floor, catching herself on her desk. A distinct, dark patch spread from her crotch. Just behind her, barely visible in the mirror, was a picture of her family. Her included, front and centre, smiling ear to ear and looking absolutely...boring.
Spread out beside it were more recent pictures with the futanari. One for each of her sizes. Jess walked back over, forced to bend down to see them properly with her current enormity in the way. From G-cups all the way to the behemoth S from that morning. With what she got pumped into her, she was probably around a V. At this point, she should just go for the end of the alphabet.
“Imagine that,” Jess chuckled, laying on her back to feel the full heft of her boobs, a hand wandering to her nipple. She had to stretch for it, a fact that sent trills through her belly, right to her snatch, now the target of her other hand, “Yeah, sorry, do you have bras bigger than the alphabet?”
“I like the sound of that,” Asher said, startling her. Only enough for her to jump and look at the buck naked futa, “Is now a good time?”
“Always a good time for you.”
“Aww, bet you say that to all the futanari.”
“Just the ones I sleep with.”
“That’s so sweet. Wait. That’s all of them!”
“Guilty. You gonna let that stop you?