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Wednesday afternoon. Lynn lay naked and exhausted on the couch of her apartment. Her flaccid, emptied out dick nipples lay limply on her chest as she stared blankly at the ceiling fan rotating above her.
Her thoughts drifted back to the taxing gauntlet she had run earlier that day trying to get home from Cool Beans before her pheromones made every Futa in her immediate vicinity jump her. The office lady. The BBW in the public bathroom. The groping mob at the pedestrian crossing. That last scene in particular made her shudder as she recalled the feeling of being violated. Kris, her Latina tomboy-muscle mommy protector, had heroically resisted her own primal urges to keep her safe, but if she hadn't, who knows how things might have gone
Once she had made it safely back home, Lynn had stripped off her restrictive clothing and immediately jerked off her chest cocks until every drop of milky, cummy goodness inside of her was outside of her and safely washed down the drain. This was the third or fourth boobgasm she'd had in her life, and it had been just as good as the first. But the post-nut clarity was hitting hard, sending her into a depressive spiral that the normally bubbly, optimistic girl didn't quite know how to handle.
This can't go on, Lynn thought glumly, sighing deeply for what seemed like the 100th time that day. It all came back to one question: If she couldn't turn her pheromones off, then what did this mean for the rest of her life? She knew that her scent would potentially set off every Futa she came across, and not everyone had the physical and mental fortitude that Kris had shown earlier. The risk to Lynn and to the people around her was too great, so the safest thing to do was to stay inside and become a recluse. But she didn't think she could keep sane living off of DoorDash deliveries and staying cooped up indoors most days
And what about Tara and Cecile? It would be way harder to have a normal relationship if she couldn’t leave the house without taking insane precautions. Sure, they could talk on the phone, but she craved physical intimacy. Being close to her lovers; looking into their eyes; feeling their warmth and their comforting heartbeats; the friction of their naked bodies rubbing against hers; the illicit, guilty rush of sharing a filthy fetish with people who perfectly understood what makes it special… she was afraid of potentially losing so much. She curled up into a ball and let a tear stream down her cheek.
Lynn just lay there in a funk until an abrupt thought snapped her out of it: How am I supposed to be a goddamn exhibitionist without… y’know, exhibiting? It was an absurdly minor point to get worked up about in the grand scheme of things, but it gave Lynn a surge of determination and newfound vigor. She stretched back out and slapped her cheeks. Ok, so I need to control my smell. But how do I even start doing that? She pinched her nose and scrunched up her face, going through every possibility she could think of. No particularly good options were coming to mind.
Suddenly, Cecile’s smiling face popped into her mind. Huh. Literally the day after Cecile got changed she had already figured out so much about herself and how to manage her body. Heck, by the time she went home she'd learned how to close up her butthole. Tara took days to get that down. How did she do it?
Then something Cecile said came back to her:
“Guess my being a doctor means I know how to ask all the right questions! Looks like you still got a lot to figure out about your body, eh?”
“Ask the right questions…” Lynn murmured thoughtfully. Now that she thought of it, she had only ever heard her body communicating with her in vaguely recognizable signals - a sudden intrusive thought or feeling; the faintest suggestion of a voice but never anything tangible or audible. She hadn’t tried to identify where the signals were coming from or communicate back. She just acted on what they said. But Cecile, being more scientifically minded, had engaged with her inner voice and gotten specific information. Was it really as easy as just… asking? Lynn frowned skeptically, probing the inside of her cheek with her tongue. Then something else occurred to her: When my cock told me to stick it in Cecile’s ass the night before and I responded to it, I did hear a voice pretty clearly. Could it…
Lynn chewed on that thought for a bit. Then she shrugged. “Oh well, it’s better than moping around.” She closed her eyes and took a breath.
“Hey!” Lynn said out loud. Nothing answered. “Anybody in there?” She said, raising her voice. She was beginning to feel a bit silly about the whole thing, when...
We’re right here. You don’t need to yell.
Lynn’s eyes shot open and her entire upper body sprung off the couch at a perfect 90 degree angle. Her dick nipples flopped around comically as her bouncing tits slowly came to a stop. She went dead quiet for what seemed like a very long time before halting words escaped her quivering lips.
“W-who said that?”
The three Ghosts of Christmas maybe? Who do you think?
Lynn’s head swiveled around the room, trying to see where the voice could be coming from.
Look, for real, you’re not going to find us out there. You’re hearing us inside your head.
Lynn pressed her palms into her face, a hissing breath escaping through her nostrils. She felt like she was about to lose it.
The voice took on a more conciliatory tone. OK, listen, we got off on the wrong foot. We realize this is a lot to take in. Just take a moment to cool down and-
“Who are you, WHAT are you and why do you sound EXACTLY like me?” Lynn said, the words coming out in a rush.
Well, the first two questions are a little complicated, but… you know how a bunch of people have an internal monologue? Well, you have a very VERY loud one, so we’re just hijacking it to communicate directly with you. So yeah, we’re going to sound like you.
Lynn was calmer now but still very much bewildered. “Well that’s kind of creepy. You had better not be reading my thoughts.”
Only if you let us. We-
“And what’s with this ‘We, us’ business?” Lynn interrupted. “How many of you are there anyway?!”
How many cells do you have in your body?
Lynn was perplexed. “Uh, billions I think?”
Trillions actually. And we’re kind of attached to every single one of them, so there are potentially trillions of us inside you right now.
For a long moment, Lynn sat there in total silence. Then, with an eerie calm, she replied: “I’m going to freak the fuck out for a while. Is that OK with you?” She asked, an unsettlingly wide smile on her face.
Sure. But maybe do it quietly?
“Can do.” She grabbed a cushion and collapsed back onto the couch. Then, she pressed the cushion onto her face and began to scream.
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After a few minutes of thrashing around on the couch, rolling around on the floor, curling up into a fetal position and a lot of muffled screaming, Lynn had officially freaked all of the fuck out of her system, and she was in a talking mood again.
“So if I have this straight, you all are a bunch of sci-fi nanobots and you’re… messing with my cells?” Lynn asked, munching on a bag of chips.
Pretty much. Cells are the basic building blocks of your body, so by altering your cells we’re altering how your body works on a fundamental level. We feed off some of the energy generated by cells and we use it to make as many copies of ourselves as we want. That's called self-replication.
“Freaky. But what ARE you doing to me exactly?”
Well, in the case of your gastrointestinal tract, while the basic functions remain the same, we use a complicated biochemical process to make your intestines rapidly produce fecal matter with a mass far in excess of what you actually eat. Your digestive organs have also been structurally strengthened and given extra capacity to facilitate this.
To make these alterations more palatable to you, we have also modified several regions of the brain responsible for pleasure responses, particularly sexual pleasure, leading to intense arousal and sexual gratification while defecating or consuming fecal matter and other bodily effluents. This leads to the development of paraphilias such as coprophilia, urolagnia and mysophilia and makes you predisposed towards coprophagy and urophagia. You also have full immunity to fecal bacteria and other harmful microbes to prevent disease.
That’s of course the simple explanation without getting into specifics.
Lynn just stared blankly into space.
Er, basically you poop way more, and now poop, pee and being filthy turn you on. And you like eating that stuff too. It’s all totally safe.
“I coulda told you that.” Lynn said flatly, stuffing another handful of chips into her mouth.
Those are coming out of you later, you know.
“Hey, you made me like it, remember?”
…Fair enough.
“Anyway, I guess you’re doing freaky science stuff to my other parts as well. But why are you doing this? Who made you and what are they trying to do?”
We’re not allowed to divulge that information. It's against our programming. We just do what we’re made to do, nothing more.
“Like Cecile said you’d say…” Lynn sighed. “Speaking of, some of you guys got out of my body through my dick nipples and did the same wacky shit to her, right?”
Yes. Those 'dick nipples' as you call them are a delivery mechanism of sorts. Whenever a Futa is near you, your breasts start lactating and your body releases pheromones, la bit like how flowers attract bees. Anyone within range will have the urge to pleasure your nipples orally until they orgasm, and we enter their bodies through your seminal fluid and perform the same process that transformed you.
“I knew it! Yeah, see, that almost got me sexually assaulted today! I want you guys to STOP doing that when I’m in public! You got that?!”
Yeah, sure.
“I won’t take no f- wait what?” Lynn was taken aback.
We can totally turn that off.
“Oh.” Lynn blinked. “I thought you’d put up more of a fight. I had a whole speech and everything.”
Why would we? We’re in YOUR body. You have total control over what we do. And you've actually done it before, like whenever you hold in your orgasms or make your penis change shape and size. You've had the ability the whole time, and you didn't realize it.
“Wait, really? But what about the pooping? I always do it at the same time every night and there's always a lot. I just thought I had no say in when and how it happened.”
Well, you never tried to control that because you... liked it too much.
Lynn blushed. The invasive nanobots had a point.
Think of it this way: do you know what ‘factory default’ means?
“Oh. I think it’s like um… the original settings of a device? My old phone ‘reset to factory defaults’ when I transferred everything to my new one.”
That’s about right. It’s basically the same for us. We’re doing everything according to our default programming. So we make you poop at the same time every night, we make you release pheromones when you’re close to a Futa, and so on. If you want us to do something different, you have to ‘change our settings’ so to speak. And to do that…
“All I have to do is ask,” Lynn said with a chuckle.
Now you’re gettin’ it! We’re part of you now. Make us work FOR you, y’know?
"Sooo, if I wanted to poop right now, I totally could?
Sure. How much?
"This is new to me, so let's just do a little bit to test it out. I have this plastic sheet here." She pulled it forward and placed it in front of her. Then she turned around and got into a standing squat. She spread her asscheeks with her hands. "OK, let 'er rip!"
Roger that.
To Lynn's surprise, she immediately felt her bowels churn as her digestive process went into overdrive. The familiar sensation of something winding through her colon ensued, and when a heavy object descended into her rectum, she started forcing it out with a grunt. Sure enough, a light-brown stool emerged from her stretched out anus. She estimated that it was as long as Tara's cock when the whole turd finally fell free and plopped onto the sheet. She knelt down and stared at it, awestruck. It was not the improbably large quantity of manure she had become used to producing; just a single, satisfyingly thick log.
"Y'know, I didn't think that seeing a normal-sized poop could be so exciting, but... wow!"
Good result? The voice sounded a bit smug.
“Uh you bet! If Tara and Cecile could learn how to do this, we could all enjoy all the fun of shitting ourselves without having to clean up a giant mess every time!” Lynn said excitedly.
That's the idea! I know it doesn’t seem like it sometimes, but we aren’t trying to make you miserable or be an inconvenience. You should be having fun with us. And this is just the tip of the iceberg. There are so many neat tricks you don't know about.
“Like what?” Lynn was curious.
Take those pheromones for example. As a certain crab from that cartoon you like might say, “They ain’t just for attractin’ mates.” You can use them to alter people’s senses and perception whenever they’re around you.
“Hey, I warned you about the mind-reading. But what does that mean, exactly?”
You’re an exhibitionist, right? Part of what makes it fun is the thrill of nearly getting caught being naked in public. But ACTUALLY getting caught… Well, that’s not so fun is it?
“Yeah…” Lynn mumbled, shivering at the memory of a few close calls she’d had.
Well then, you could, for example, release a certain mix of pheromones that muddles people’s sense of sight and makes them believe that they’re seeing you fully dressed. And that’s how they’ll remember you later. Of course, that won’t fool a security camera or someone standing far away, but it could save your bacon in a tight spot.
Lynn thought about that long and hard. There aren’t any security cameras in the hallway outside, and I know that everyone is out to work right now, except… Her heart skipped a beat as a naughty little plan came to mind. “I’d like to test that. I happen to know that a new neighbor just moved in two doors down… what say we pay her a little house call and show her some city hospitality?”
Lead the way! chirped the inner voice; Lynn couldn’t tell for sure, but she was pretty sure she could hear a smirk in its tone.
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Two doors down, Jennifer Phillips was putting the last of her things away. A new transplant from a small town close to the countryside, the cute, modestly-dressed 21-year-old brunette had felt overwhelmed by the move and adjusting to the hustle and bustle of urban life. But now, as she looked around the clean, airy, well-appointed room, she could finally take a breath and relax.
Just then, she heard a rapping at the door. “Who is it?” She called out. A bright, cheery voice replied: “Hi there, it’s Lynn Browning from two doors down. Remember me? Just came by to see if you were all settled in.”
Jennifer’s heart fluttered a bit. Lynn had been the first person to greet her when she had started to move all her things in a week ago. She'd met quite a few Futas in her life already, but she was still paranoid about getting too close to them after all the horror stories her family told her about their sexual aggression and lack of morals. Her household was rather... conservative, and despite her best efforts, some of their strong beliefs had rubbed off on her. But Lynn had immediately disarmed her with her cheerful personality and sincere friendliness. She even offered to help with the boxes, and before late afternoon they were laughing and chatting over cookies and lemonade. Jennifer decided that Lynn could be a good friend here in the city.
Of course, it didn’t hurt that Lynn was a looker, with her bright red hair, green eyes and freckled skin giving her an innocent girl-next-door charm. On the other hand, the way her breasts looked ready to spill out of her low cut t-shirt whenever she bent forwards, and the outline of that firm bulge in her short shorts… that was a decidedly less innocent charm. Jennifer blushed at the memory. She wasn’t really sure if she was into women (let alone a Futa), but if she were... maybe Lynn could get a look in.
"Uh, give me a second!" Called out Jennifer. She skipped nervously to the door and paused for a moment to take a deep breath. Wanna make a good first impression. She put on her best 'domestic hostess' smile and pulled the door open. "Hi, Lynn, it's so niiiiiiiiicc-!!!"
The rest of the word caught in her throat at what she saw. Lynn was standing there with a beaming grin, her hands clasped behind her back. But the only thing that Jennifer could focus on was the two colossal mounds of freckled titflesh just below her eye level, topped off with a pair of pink inverted nipples lined with fine red hair. The way Lynn was standing, that chest was practically being thrust in Jennifer's face, and the redhead may have been swaying from side-to-side on purpose just to make those melons bounce and jiggle. The shocks of red hair bursting from Lynn's unshaved pits accentuated the scandalous visual.
"Wha-what... Why are you-" Jennifer stumbled back slightly. Her face was beet red.
Lynn pulled her hands from behind her and held up a cake box from a local patisserie (which she had express-ordered earlier). "Surprise! I brought you a little housewarming gift. They're dark chocolate! You wanna share?" She held the box forward, her plush tits smooshing slightly between her outstretched arms. Utterly bewildered, Jennifer accepted the gift, blinking stupidly for a few seconds. Lynn went back to her earlier pose, standing there cutely in anticipation of being invited in.
Jennifer shook her head rapidly, clearing the fog from her mind. In a voice hovering between embarrassment and outrage she blurted out: "Lynn, what on Earth are you doing?!"
"What do you mean?" Lynn asked, tilting her head in innocent confusion (One underrated thing about Lynn: girl has a great poker face).
"What do I- What do YOU mean, coming to my door in the middle of the afternoon totally topless?! Look at you, your breasts are flopping out. I-It's indecent!"
Lynn scrunched up her face in consternation and confusion. "Topless? Jennifer, are you feeling alright? I'm wearing a pink t-shirt."
Jennifer's jaw nearly fell to the floor. "No you're not! What kind of sick ga-" She blinked as her vision went blurry. The air around her suddenly seemed thicker and there was a strange sweet scent in the room - not unpleasant but a bit overwhelming. Stumbling woozily, she lost her balance slightly and her shoulder bumped against the wall. Her head was pounding. Through the fog she heard Lynn's voice call out to her: "Jennifer? You feeling okay?"
Oh right, Lynn. She's indecent. I was just about to... She blinked rapidly. Lynn Browning was standing there with a look of concern on her face, and she was... fully dressed? Yes, like she said, she was indeed wearing a pink shirt and a white high-waisted skirt. There was something indistinct about the outfit and it seemed to shimmer and shift every time she looked at it, but Lynn was definitely clothed. How on earth did I think she was naked? Was I... fantasizing it? What's wrong with me?
Jennifer sighed in confusion. "I-I'm sorry Lynn, I had no idea what I was thinking. I must be tired and seeing things."
"No, it's alright. You do look a bit stressed out. May I come in?"
"Oh of course, of course. Please do, I just finished decorating. Take off your shoes first if you don't mind?"
"Sure thing," said Lynn, smirking slightly. That may have been the only genuine item of clothing she was wearing. She shuffled her sneakers off and walked past Jennifer into the house, making sure not to get too close to the poor woman. She deliberately sprayed a little extra musk into her face just to reinforce the illusion. This was all working better than she had expected, but her heart was beating a staccato rhythm against her ribs. She was just glad that Jennifer had been too distracted by her tits to notice that her 'white skirt' was actually a super-sized adult diaper.
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"Please take a look around, Lynn. I just finished doing the place up. I'll go make some tea to go with these."
"Sure, take your time," Lynn said sweetly. Jennifer began milling around the kitchen, her back turned to Lynn.
OK, we're in. Lynn said inside her head, pretending to look curiously around the living room while peeking over her shoulder. But how are we going to keep this up?
Well, the living and kitchen areas of these apartments aren't very big. We're producing and diffusing a LOT of this stuff right now, and in an enclosed space like this, it should be saturated in a few minutes. The illusion may get a little weaker the further away you are though. We'll top it off if we need to.
Wouldn't she notice the smell though? What if she opens a window to let it out?
She'll eventually get so used to it she won't even notice. As for the window, you'll have to make up an excuse if it comes to that.
Lynn still felt uneasy. This isn't going to leave any lasting effects on her, is it?
Nope. It'll wear right off once it dissipates and she'll be left none the wiser. She'll just remember having a lovely chat with her fully-dressed neighbor.
That's good. I don't want to hurt her. It's all just a bit of fun.
Fun, huh? Does that explain the heavy-duty diaper?
The diaper in question looked like it would fit perfectly on a 350-pound man. Lynn practically had to cinch it around her waist with a belt to hold it up. Sometimes, just for fun, Lynn bought adult diapers just to see how long she could fill them up before the sheer mass and weight of her turds caused them to burst open. None of the ones she had bought had survived more than 30 seconds of sustained shitting. The advertising for this brand had boasted 'Heavy Duty! 100% no leaks guaranteed!', so she thought she would put it through its paces.
Being naked in someone's apartment is fun and all, but I thought I'd up the ante. If I can fill this diaper and make myself cum without her noticing or me making a mess, then I know I can pull this off in other places too.
Ooh, daring. Are we starting now?
Thought you'd never ask. Let's start small and ramp up. Make a poop that looks like this. She relayed her specifications mentally.
Got it. Here we go.
Lynn's stomach grumbled. She gripped the back of the couch she was standing near and squatted slightly, loosening her anus in anticipation. She grinned as she felt something long and hard push through her colon. It was exactly what she had ordered, a firm turd as thick as her erect cock, covered in knobby bumps at regular intervals. Her actual cock began to get awfully stiff, the thick padding of the diaper pressing the shaft tightly against her body. Finally, the log slid into her rectum, out her sphincter and started pouring into her diaper, going at just the right speed for the lumps and bumps to massage her prostate. Lynn had to stifle a groan as a shudder of ecstasy ran through her loins and her cocktip began to ooze pre-cum. She also felt a warm moist spot growing under her female parts, and she wondered if that was nectar dripping from her folds or just her pissing herself in pleasure.
"Hey, Lynn, I was looking it up and it looks like black tea might pair well with these cakes you brought. Is that okay with you?"
Lynn froze in her tracks and her bowel movement came to a screeching halt, the last bit cutting off and plopping into the growing heap at the bottom of the diaper. She looked over at the kitchen. Jennifer was looking at her with a smile on her face, betraying no sign that she even noticed what was happening. Thinking quickly, the redhead smiled back. "Uh yeah, that sounds great! Thanks!" She glanced down, taking note of the strange position she was standing in; she straightened up and stretched her arms upwards until she was on tiptoes. "Sorry, just uh, doing some exercises, gotta work my glutes a bit."
Jennifer looked quizzically at Lynn and then smiled again. "That's fine! I'm just boiling the water for the tea. I'll let you know once I'm ready." Then she turned back around and got back to work, humming to herself. Lynn sighed in relief and got back into a squat, feeling a tiny hiss of a fart escape her hole. She sent the signal, and her eyes rolled back in pleasure as her shit resumed its inexorable march down her intestines and out her butthole.
Meanwhile, Jennifer was deep in thought. For a moment, when Lynn was standing up, I could have sworn that she was naked again, but then she wasn't. She shook her head. Am I really so stressed out that I'm seeing things? And... Her mind drifted to the side-on silhouette of Lynn's body as she stretched, and she went red in the cheeks again. As she'd gotten older and less susceptible to her family's values, she had often felt conflicted about her own sexuality, and now she wondered if her hallucinations (and the slight warmth she was feeling between her thighs) were trying to tell her something.
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Soon, the two women were sitting down at the table and making small talk over tea and cakes. The conversation had started light and ramped up to more substantial topics.
"So what made you decide to move to the city?" Lynn asked casually. She had her arms on the dinner table and was leaning forward as Jennifer related her story.
"Well, there just weren't a lot of opportunities in a dead-end town like Still Creek. I had just returned from college and I just didn't see a good future for myself sticking around that burg." Jennifer took a sip of tea, trying to keep her eyes on Lynn's face and not steal furtive glances at her deep cleavage, which was pressing against the table. Why did she have to wear a (actually non-existent) low cut shirt? She thought with a wince.
Jennifer set her cup down and sighed, trying to get herself together. "Truth be told, I really didn't want to live close to my family anymore. I don't hate them or anything, but they're the worst kinds of religious types -close-minded and bigoted. I'd learned a lot about myself and the world at college, so the home environment that was so normal to me before just felt toxic and stifling. I needed a clean break, so I decided to move here. You should have heard the way my parents went on about how all those 'dickgirl dykes' in the big city would corrupt me and turn me into a godless heathen or a lesbian whore." She rolled her eyes derisively. "But I'm an adult now, so I put my foot down, and here I am, enjoying tea and cake with you. And hey, I don't feel any more corrupted than I was yesterday." Lynn chuckled nervously, suddenly very self-conscious.
Jennifer noticed her unease. "Really, Lynn, don't take all that nonsense they said to heart. You've been wonderful to me, and it's because of you that I've been able to open up more to people from your gender. They're mostly good, normal people. I can see that now."
"That's wonderful to hear," Lynn said quietly, taking a bite of her cake. If she only knew...
"Say, Lynn, you've just been leaning forward like that this whole time. Do you maybe want to sit up? It'd be more comfortable," Jennifer asked.
"Oh no, I'm okay. I've just been really interested in your story." Lynn replied. That was partly true. The other part (which was making her feel uneasy) was that Lynn had a long, lumpy turd the thickness of a prize breeding stallion's cock lodged firmly up her anal cavity. Her muscles were sliding it up and down her sensitive colon like a very gross pneumatic dildo. If she had been sitting up straight, the turd coming in and out of her dilated asshole would have sent her bouncing off the chair with every stroke. At the angle she was sitting at, it just repeatedly tented out the back of her soiled diaper. That said, every muscle in her body was still screaming from the effort it took to keep herself from twitching. Down in front, her cock was achingly hard from the repeated pounding her prostate was taking and the padding of her diaper was soaked with juices from both her cock and her pussy. She felt pretty well on the brink of cumming, and the fact that she could keep her expression and tone of voice even was frankly a superhuman feat.
Jennifer was of course, totally oblivious to all of this, the thick musk keeping her from noticing the truth and obfuscating the smell of Lynn's excretions. But that wasn't the only thing addling her mind. When she was able to look away from Lynn's chest, she couldn't help but be drawn to her big green eyes. Jennifer found them mesmerizing, the way they seemed to change shade every time she looked at them. And that cute little nose, those luscious pink lips, the way her cheeks were flushing, and the heavy dusting of freckles from her forehead to her... oh she was looking at the cleavage again. It was all just too stimulating. Her legs were so tightly squeezed together her knees had practically fused, and the strange warmth in her crotch was beginning to feel more... humid. One thought began weighing heavily on her mind.
"Lynn, do you think it's such a bad thing for girls to like girls, or even Futas, like my family thinks?" Jennifer asked quietly, flinching as she realized what she had just asked of a stranger.
For a nearly-naked woman who was about to bust the fattest nut (and take the biggest dump) in a super-sized diaper, Lynn showed great poise. She was initially taken aback, but recovered quickly. "Of course not! Why? Do you like a girl?"
Jennifer shook her head timidly. "I don't know honestly. Sometimes I look at a pretty woman on the street and I just... feel things." She looked into Lynn's face and bit her lip unconsciously. "But then I think of what my family says and I just... bury it. I'm just never really sure of myself or what I want..."
Lynn placed a hand comfortingly on Jennifer's hand, giving the brunette a start. "Hey, you came to the city to be free of your family, remember? Is that really going to work if you care so much about what they think that they can control you from a distance? If you don't like girls that way that's totally OK, but if you do, then just go for it. Don't let anyone tell you who to love."
That sudden outpouring of wisdom and the dashing way Lynn conveyed it left Jennifer red in the face and totally dumbstruck. She just stared at Lynn wide-eyed for a few seconds, her heart beating out of control. Then she abruptly stood up. "Uh... I'm going to the bathroom for a second. I need to... wash my face" Then she turned on a dime and stiffly walked away.
Lynn waited until she heard the click of the bathroom door lock. Her inner voice spoke up:
So uh, do you want to release that orgasm now?
"Yes please." She squeaked, her eyes watering.
Roger that. Maaaay wanna brace for this one.
Lynn gripped the edge of the table as an explosive spasm ripped up her painfully stiff member. A hot load of baby batter burst forth and flooded the inside of her diaper. Simultaneously, she let rip a loud, rancid-smelling fart and the hard, brown natural dildo buried inside her launched free of her anus, coiling up like a rope at the seat of the filthy nappy. From the outside, her ass began to look misshapen and lumpy as the malodourous pile began to accumulate under her asscheeks. The moist patch she felt in her crotch became more like a swamp, and this time she was certain she was pissing herself. By some miracle, everything was holding up well, though a small warm trickle ran down her leg as the front of the diaper overfilled with warm white goo. Lynn just sat there drooling and twitching violently as the sensory overload wracking her brain made every neuron misfire.
A few minutes later, Jennifer opened the door to the bathroom. 'Washing her face' hadn't been a euphemism; she had indeed washed her face, but only after rolling around on the floor having a weird, high-pitched gay panic attack. As she reentered the living room, she thought she detected the reek of poop and urine in the air, but Lynn's musk quickly washed over her nostrils, hiding the foul odor. Jennifer came back to her seat and sat down, looking at Lynn sheepishly. "Sorry about that. Just felt a little hot all of a sudden. It was cold out today so I didn't open a window, but maybe I should, huh?
"No need. I'm fine." Lynn replied quickly. Her smile was weak and her voice was shaky, but she had recovered admirably. A micro-grimace crossed her face as the disgusting, chunky mess she was sitting on mashed against her sensitive asscheeks and tickled her anal hairs. She could practically hear her schlong gurgling as it drowned in a small compartment filled with spooge. And yet, the outside of the diaper looked practically pristine, if not a little heavy around back. Lynn was glad the advertising hadn't been a total lie. 99.9% no leaks was still pretty good.
"So uh, shall we finish up tea?" Jennifer asked with a shy smile that Lynn found adorable.
"Sure." She smiled genuinely in reply.
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After another 30 minutes of pleasant conversation while stewing in her own juices, Lynn finally took her leave. She was standing in the open doorway saying her goodbyes, glancing down the hallway and praying that no one would walk by at the exact moment. Her diaper sagged low, but it still held up like a champ.
"Thanks for having me over, Jennifer. We should do this more often."
"We should," the brunette said gratefully and paused slightly. "Hey, Lynn?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for everything you said earlier... about liking girls and stuff. I'll have to think more about it, but you helped me clarify something in my head. It's what I needed to hear."
Lynn was touched. "I'm glad to hear that," she said, clasping Jennifer's hands. "I hope you find someone special." Jennifer blushed again and looked at the floor. After a comfortable silence, Lynn broke off and started walking (doing her best not to waddle, really) back to her apartment as Jennifer waved goodbye. As Lynn stood in front of her door and fiddled with her keys, Jennifer swore she could see the outline of Lynn's naked nipples again; the fumes were beginning to wear off at that distance. But this time, she just took it all in with a dopey grin. If this was a hallucination, she was fine with that. Lynn waved one last time as she disappeared around the side of the door, giving Jennifer one last front-facing glimpse of her pretty pink areola.
Jennifer stepped back inside and shut the door, leaning her back against it for a long moment. Then, she undid her long, modest skirt and let it drop to the floor. Her plain white panties were absolutely soaked through with warm love juices that dribbled down her slim thighs. She yanked off the ruined undergarments, tossed them away, and plunged two fingers into her sopping wet gash. Gasping and moaning, she slid to the floor slowly, shamelessly jilling herself off and fondling her boob through her blouse. Sorry, mom and dad, I guess those big city Futa girls really DID corrupt me after all, she thought gleefully, drool dripping down her chin.
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Over in Lynn's apartment, the redhead was also sitting against her door, though the circumstances were slightly different. She was rocking back and forth, gasping like she'd just run a marathon; her heart was like a jackhammer slamming against her ribs. "Omigod omigod omigod OMIGOD I CAN'T BELIEVE I DID THAT" She repeated frantically, ruffling her hair until it was a tangled mess.
Get your breathing under control, Lynn. You're hyperventilating.
"Easy for YOU to say!! I can't fucking believe I DID that! Did you see that weird look she gave? Do you think she noticed? Oh my god she noticed didn't she? But she didn't say any- Wait, did she go into the bathroom to call the police or something ?! Or was she just messing with me I-"
CALM. DOWN. Lynn flinched as the voice boomed loudly. She went dead quiet as the words echoed off the insides of her skull.
OK, listen. We were running live analyses based on what you were seeing and hearing, and nothing indicated that she noticed anything. The illusion did break slightly at points, yes, but based on context information, more likely than not she chalks it up to stress-fueled hallucinations. You're in the clear.
Lynn breathed a sigh of relief and her head slumped against the door. "That's good, that's good."
Overall, I'd say that was a success, no?
Lynn snorted and guffawed loudly, her earlier trepidation replaced with a surge of exhilaration. "Yeah I guess it was! Man, that was such a rush! I almost feel like dancing but I don't want this to break open and fling shit everywhere," she said, wiggling her butt and feeling the chunky stew slosh around inside. "Instead, I'll just do this!" She threw her hands in the air and whooped victoriously, laughing and giggling as she raised the roof for a bit.
After a bit, Lynn came down from her her adrenaline-fueled sugar rush. The back of her head thumped against the door again, and she felt her mood deflate as she considered what she'd done. The voice picked up on this.
What's wrong?
"I dunno... that was fun and all but..." She paused and stared up at the ceiling. "Jennifer was so nice and sincere. She was raised in such a negative environment, but she really seemed to be trying to overcome that and find her own way. And here I am taking advantage of her hospitality just to get my rocks off. It's like I'm one of those 'dickgirl dykes' her family kept warning her about. If she ever found out, that could totally undo all the progress she's made. She'd probably hate me and all Futas forever."
Another gloomy silence ensued. Then the voice piped up.
Lynn, you didn't do anything to her directly or make her do anything to you, and she probably won't find out unless you tell her. Our opinion is that you haven't done any lasting damage. But... we understand your position. The abilities we can give you are powerful, and in the wrong hands, they could certainly be used to do great harm to others. You have to figure out what your line is and how far you're willing to go. "With great power comes great responsibility" after all.
"You just took that from one of my fave movies. I TOLD you not to read my mind anymore, you creeps!" Lynn exclaimed, though she laughed as she did.
Sorry. Kinda felt appropriate you know? Anyway, we don't have any control over how you choose to use us, but... based on what we've learned about you after all this time, we think we can trust you to do what's right.
Lynn smiled. "Thanks, y'all. I'll try to do right by you from now on." She lifted herself to her feet and patted her droopy diaper. "Well, let's get this baby off and check the damage. I think I know what we're having for dinner tonight!" Her stomach rumbled in hunger as she waddled awkwardly towards the bathroom.
-The end-
Meanwhile: Olivia tapped her finger against her office desk. She had a rare few hours between meetings and her secretary Elena hadn't developed any sudden cravings, so she found herself with nothing to do. Her eyes drifted to her laptop. The shorcut for her surveillance program taunted her. She had been too busy recently to observe Lynn (or so she told herself), but she could certainly spare a moment now. She hovered over the icon with the cursor, trying to overcome some of the odd reluctance she was feeling. "May as well." She muttered and clicked.
The first thing she saw was Lynn was walking out of her apartment wearing nothing but a diaper. And that was all she needed to get invested again. She scrolled down the feed list and swore. "Shit (pun not intended), I don't have any cams in the hallway!" And with no idea where Lynn was headed, there was nothing to observe. "Guess I'll have to look at the prior-recorded footage." She grumbled. She scrolled back through the timeline until she found a good starting point, and started listening in.
As Lynn's one-sided conversation played out, Olivia became more and more excited. It was becoming apparent that the redhead was properly communicating with the nanomachines. This was confirmed when Lynn took her first fully self-curated poop. Olivia pumped her fist in triumph. This was monumental! if her plan was going to work, Lynn needed to master the abilities the nanomachines gave her, and this was the first step. She went back to the live footage right as Lynn was returning from her adventure. It seemed that the visual illusion pheromones had worked well, but that was just icing on the cake as far as Olivia was concerned. She leaned back in her chair, sweaty but satisfied. Some of the tension she'd been carrying around for the last few days evaporated.
Perhaps I should do something special for this Jennifer person to thank her for helping my favorite subject test her abilities, Olivia thought with a grin, her mind going wild with all sorts of naughty possibilities. Of course we'll need to get intel and set up the surveillance- Her thoughts were cut off as Cecile Rogers's rant from last weekend abruptly echoed in her head. She groaned and started rubbing her temples. Ever since that night, the doctor's harsh, accusing words (aimed unknowingly at her) had lingered just beneath the surface of her memory. She had attempted to drown them out by keeping busy, but nothing helped. Even now, her head was pounding and she could feel a dull ache in her side. Purely psychosomatic effects stemming from guilt, she had tried to tell herself, but she knew that she couldn't be as cavalier about her actions as she used to be. Her mind wouldn't let her.
Olivia closed her eyes and conceded. Let's just leave Jennifer alone. I already have enough data to work with, and adding too many subjects just increases the risk of information leaking out. Almost immediately, the pain she was feeling began to ease. She sighed and chuckled softly. "Huh. I guess I do have a heart after all." Just then, her office phone rang. She tapped the button and heard the voice of Elena ring through.
"Ms. Greenhaven, your next meeting is starting soon."
"All right, I'll be right there." She got out of her chair and headed out with a smile on her face, each step filled with that old Greenhaven confidence. The day (and future) ahead brimmed with newfound promise.