Blake get's paired with Carmen for a school project.
DISCLAIMER: This story contains themes and depictions of futanari, ntr/cuckholding, unrealistic body sizes/proportions, futadom, excessive cum, among other things. If you aren't interested in these topics, you are unlikely to enjoy this story.
This story is ongoing and may progress slowly at times. Despite this, I always try to get to the point and keep things interesting. I hope you enjoy.
How Did Things End Up Like This?
Prologue
“H-hey so I guess we’re partners.” Blake said a bit awkwardly as he walked up to Carmen Williams with the project assignments sheet in his hand.
“Yeah,” Carmen responded as she stood from her seat in the classroom, “I’m looking forward to it. But I really have this thing I need to get to… It’s kinda urgent. Maybe tomorrow we can meet at the library and talk more about it then?” She offered as she grabbed her bag. She seemed a little eager to leave, but Blake didn’t take offense.
Carmen Williams was a gorgeous dark skinned girl in Blake’s Physiology class whom he had a big crush on. She was the type of girl who seemed effortlessly pretty and popular. In actuality, she probably put a lot of effort into her looks and social life, but she did so in a manner that appeared so nonchalant that it only added to her allure. She was so far outside Blake’s league that even being randomly assigned partners for the end of year project seemed like it must have been a mistake.
“Uh, yeah sure, of course…” Blake replied, “Ummm… Do you just wanna meet at a certain time or…”
“Yeah that works,” Carmen responded, seemingly unfazed by Blake’s lack of tact, “I have some time around one.”
Carmen was already heading out the door as she finalized the plans with Blake.
“Oh, okay.” Blake said as he followed her out the door, “I guess I’ll see you then…”
Carmen nodded, and Blake stopped following as she continued to walk away towards the exit to the old college building they occupied. Blake sighed, and turned around, heading in the opposite direction. He actually needed to go the same way, but walking alongside her after ending the conversation was definitely not going to happen.
I should have asked for her number…
He thought to himself, disappointed with how he had handled their first direct interaction. Blake was 23 years old and still had trouble talking to girls, at least ones as attractive as Carmen. He wasn’t completely inexperienced; he had kissed some, and been on a handful of dates, but he had never made it past first base. 23 years and no long, or even short, term girlfriend to speak of. He liked to imagine it was his own priorities that got in the way of him finding a romantic partner, but deep down he had to accept that his height was likely a big contributing factor.
Blake’s appeal as a man was handicapped by the fact that he was only 5 foot 4. Body positivity be damned, he knew that not too many girls were interested in a guy like him. The cosmic hand he had been dealt weighed on him day in and day out, but over the past few years, he had started to come to terms with who he was. Knowing he wasn’t bound to be an incredible athlete or charismatic leader, Blake had committed himself to his studies, and found plenty of excellence there.
He walked the long way to the library thanks to his earlier blunder with Carmen and found his usual spot. Only about 10 minutes after settling in, a pale redheaded girl plopped down in the seat across the table from him.
“Hey Blake!” She offered him with a smile, pulling her own resources out of her book bag.
“Hey Hannah.” Blake replied without looking up from his textbook.
“Physiology hmm?” Hannah said, recognizing the text on the table in front of him.
“Yeah…” He sighed, finally looking up to meet her gaze, “We just got assigned end of year projects. Thing’s worth 40 percent of our final grade. Really don’t want to fuck it up.”
“What’s yours on?” She asked, as she began flipping through her own textbook.
“My partner and I got assigned something about exploring the physical toll of reproduction on the female body.” Blake explained.
“That’s cool,” Hannah said, “Who’s your partner?”
“It’s uh… Carmen Williams… I don’t know if you know her.” Blake responded somewhat awkwardly.
“Oh.” Hannah said, an odd demeanor washing over her for a brief moment, “I know Carmen, she was in my calculus class a couple years ago…”
There was a brief but disjointed pause before Hannah continued, as if she wasn’t fully committed to saying what she was about to say.
“Are you gonna like… Stick your dick in her… and impregnate her to conduct the experiment?” She asked bluntly.
“W-what?” Blake said, looking around the immediate vicinity to see if anyone had overheard the awkwardly delivered inquiry.
Hannah was the type of person who clearly struggled in social settings, even worse than Blake did. She was a sweet girl, but she lacked nearly any amount of grace or charm. She was rather pudgy, with weight in all the wrong places, and she clearly struggled with acne, and either didn’t have the skill, or the desire, to conceal it with makeup. She was incredibly smart, however, and an excellent study partner, which was how the two had become friends in the first place.
On top of her appearance, there were numerous times when Hannah’s social skills came into question. Hannah clearly didn’t have sufficient experience or social awareness to avoid making odd mistakes here and there in conversations, which only reduced her appeal further. Whether her looks had hindered her ability to make friends and practice social skills, or she was just that way normally didn’t really matter, either way, it was understandable why she wasn’t very popular, and an awkwardly delivered joke or comment was bound to occur when spending any amount of time in her company.
Now Blake wasn’t the type of guy to be mean to people for surface level things like appearance or wealth, and he always did his best to be kind to everyone who was kind to him, which Hannah certainly was, but he couldn’t help but judge her a bit in the back of his mind. He knew it was wrong, since it was likely a bit out of her control, but sometimes her behavior and comments didn’t help her case.
“You know… Cause she’s a girl… And you’re a guy… ” She explained awkwardly.
“Yeah, no, I understood…” Blake said, offering a sympathetic chuckle out of pity and awkwardness, “I don’t think Carmen would be interested in that.”
“But… you would be?” Hannah asked with a confused look on her face.
“I don’t really want to have a baby right now.” Blake responded as a cop out.
There was a long pause between the two of them before Hannah spoke up again.
“What about the sex part?” She blurted out suddenly.
“What?” Blake asked again.
“Like, would you be interested in having sex with her, without getting her pregnant?” Hannah asked with seemingly no regard for who else could be listening to their conversation.
“N-no!” Blake scoffed in mock offense.
It was a lie of course. There were few things he wouldn’t give up for a chance to have sex with Carmen Williams.
“Oh.” Hannah said, “I thought all guys were, like, always interested in sex stuff.”
“Can we stop talking about this?” Blake asked, eager to change the subject or sit in silence altogether, “I really need to study.”
“Sure… Okay.” Hannah said, a look of dejection on her face.
The two studied in silence for the remainder of their free time which made Blake feel a little guilty. Blake got the feeling that Hannah was into him on some level, which made things a little awkward between them as he always felt like he was navigating her subtle advances. Thankfully, she seemed to lack the motivation or confidence necessary to actually come onto him directly, so he never had to reject her officially, but he was constantly worried that the moment was right around the corner.
After attending the rest of his classes, Blake packed his things and headed to the nearby bus stop for a ride home. He often wondered what it would be like to go to a real university and live in a dorm on campus, but that experience just wasn’t in the cards for him. Community college was all his family was able to afford, since even with his remarkable grades, he hadn’t been offered any scholarships to any of the big name universities he had applied to out of high school.
Years ago, Blake’s family was fairly middle of the road financially, but that changed when his dad died in a car accident. Blake’s mom, Anne, struggled to be the sole provider for their family of four, and they had collectively slipped down the income bracket. In the decade since his father’s passing, their family had come to terms with their reality, and they all made the necessary sacrifices to make ends meet, one of which was attending community college for Blake. On top of that, getting his bachelor's degree was taking longer than it should have, as he wasn’t able to consistently sign up for classes due to the individual course fee.
Blake, however, was a determined and motivated academic, and he plugged along at his own pace towards the eventual goal of getting his degree and starting a real career. Hopefully he could give back to his mom who had done so much to provide for him and his sisters. After a long bus ride, he walked for a bit before coming upon the house that his family called home. It was a single wide mobile home in a “not so great” part of town, but Blake and his sisters knew well not to complain about such things.
He walked in and was greeted with silence. A note from his mother on the kitchen counter informed him that she was working a double shift and wouldn’t be home to make dinner that night. He placed the note back on the counter next to a framed picture of his mom and dad from when they were in high school. It showed the two as a young couple; his father, a beast of a man at 6 foot 7, and his mother perched atop his shoulders at a paltry 4 foot 8. Their difference in size was comedic, but there was no denying the love in their eyes.
Blake missed his father every day, but it was harder to see what had become of his mother since his passing. Years of double shifts, multiple jobs, and paycheck to paycheck living had aged her prematurely. The once spry and perky cheerleader pictured in the photo had been reduced to a pudgy, tired woman with little hope for the future. Her hair had greyed from its original dirty blonde coloring and her face was home to a plethora of wrinkles that most of her peers had not yet developed.
Blake knew that her disheveled appearance was all thanks to her undying commitment to her family. There was no woman in the world that Blake respected more than his mother, and he knew that his sisters both felt the same way. With things the way they were, everyone in the family had to pitch in somehow, and it wasn’t uncommon for the children to help pay for groceries or even rent on occasion. It was a hard life for everyone involved, but for their mother most of all.
Blake headed to his tiny room and dropped off his things before slumping into the chair by his desk. The house had a master bedroom where their mom slept and had been modified with 3 additional bedrooms for each of the children. The aftermarket partitions led to each room being incredibly small, and the walls were quite literally paper thin. Not having to share a room was nice, but the conditions were cramped to say the least.
Blake wasted no time getting to work on his studies, hoping that perhaps he could impress Carmen with his knowledge on the subject of their project by tomorrow. The house was quiet for some time after he arrived, despite Molly, his younger sister, also getting out of school around the same time. For obvious reasons, she didn’t spend much time at home when she didn’t need to, and she was more than popular enough to have other places to be. Blake was actually grateful for her scarcity, as it was easier to focus without additional noise.
Eventually, around 6:30pm, he heard the front door open. After a few hours of pouring over the material, he was ready for a short break and headed out to the living room to greet the entrant. It was his twin sister, Rachael, coming home from her part time job at a local gym.
“Hey Rach,” Blake said, leaning against the counter while his sister filled a glass from the faucet.
“Hey Blake!” She responded kindly before taking a large sip.
Now, while Blake and Rachael were twins, one would be forgiven for thinking they weren’t even related, as the two were nearly polar opposites. Blake was short, scrawny, and devoted to his studies, while Rachael was tall, strong, and a prolific athlete. It seemed impossible now that there was a time when the two of them were nearly identical, but that changed significantly as they grew up.
“Mom’s not gonna be home for dinner tonight.” Blake said, gesturing to the note that verified his statement.
He had to crane his neck just to meet her gaze, as she stood an entire foot above him at 6 foot 4, nearly the same height as their late father. It was clear that genetically, she was much closer to their father, while Blake took after their mother. It seemed like a cruel joke, and one that Blake had had plenty of fits about in the past, but he rarely even thought about it anymore.
“Gotcha. What about Molls?” Rachael asked between sips.
“I haven’t heard from her, but I doubt she’ll be here.” Blake answered, moving over to the couch, “How was work?”
Naturally, both Blake and Rachael were 23 years old, and while Blake had decided to pursue schooling, Rachael had opted to enter the workforce out of high school to help make ends meet around the house. It wasn’t much of a sacrifice for her, all things considered, as she was never very interested in school to begin with. She had gotten a part time job working at a local gym which seemed like a perfect fit for someone of her genetic gifts.
Blake couldn’t think of a single woman who held a flame to Rachael’s physical prowess. She was sculpted and toned, and while she had always been a bit more rough and tumble than him when they were kids, it wasn’t until they started going through puberty that her genetic excellence really started to show. Before then, the two were quite similar, and they often did everything together like one might expect from twins. However, as Rachael started to undergo more intense physical changes, their closeness wavered, and the grief of their father’s passing only pushed them further apart. They still got along better than most siblings, but the spark of closeness that had once existed between them as children had all but faded.
“Boring.” Rachael answered with a sigh, slumping onto the couch next to Blake, causing him to pop up briefly, “Register duty. Always a slog.”
Blake nodded in feigned understanding. He had never had an official job like her, so he didn’t truly relate, but he was more than capable of imagining the monotony of her work responsibilities. It was around that moment that Blake’s gaze began to drift south from the blonde haired framing of her gorgeous face. Truthfully, it wasn’t entirely his intention. Maintaining eye contact with someone that was a foot taller than him wasn’t easy, but as his gaze dropped, he couldn’t help but take in her every feature.
Her broad shoulders framed her chest and arms nicely, giving her a more angular, powerful appearance than most other women. Her breasts looked somewhat modest, especially when smooshed in the tight embrace of her sports bra, however, in reality they were quite large given her overall size. Below them was her slim waist, which was sized such that it was hard to imagine there was room inside for all of the necessary organs. It bridged the gap between her large chest and wide hips in an admittedly tantalizing fashion, especially when she showed it off with her athletic wear.
Her flat stomach was adorned with well defined abs and muscular grooves that flexed and relaxed with every contortion. Their contours were highlighted by the lightly tanned skin she had earned from uncountable outdoor exercises. Below that, her hips flared out to make room for her powerful legs, each of which may have weighed as much as Blake did. They were toned all the way down, and even her ankles seemed thicker than normal as they worked to support her immenseness all day. Her plump rear was sunk into the couch cushion under her impressive mass, but it squished out a bit on her sides as if refusing to go unnoticed.
“How was college?” She asked, taking another sip from the glass, unaware or unbothered by her brother’s ogling.
“Uh… It was school…” He said, as his gaze locked onto her final but most notable feature, “Kinda boring.”
Under the elastic tightness of her work out leggings, nestled between her powerful thighs, Rachael’s crotch bulged more than normal for a woman. Now, given the private nature of the groin, most people were unlikely to ask or even care about her exceptional groinal volume, and everyone likely assumed that she simply had a particularly generous mound. The size of the bulge was just barely within the upper limit of what could be deemed natural, and the shape didn’t arouse much suspicion as to the nature of her sex. However, Blake knew better.
Rachael, his fraternal twin sister, was a hermaphrodite. Growing up, the two had shared countless showers and baths, and the image of her cock and balls was etched into Blake’s mind. He hadn’t even been aware of her uniqueness until he had started to learn about reproduction in middle school. An embarrassing question about why the female diagram didn’t show a penis had supplied him with an explanation that normal women didn’t have one. Later that same day, their parents had to explain to them both that Rachael was special, and that there was nothing wrong with her. That was around the time that their closeness started to waver.
Blake averted his gaze from her crotch mere moments after locking on, a subtle blush creeping up his face as he became conscious of where he was looking.
“I’ve… got a big project I’m working on.” He said quickly, standing from the couch, “I gotta get back to it.”
Rachael waved him away as she grabbed the TV remote from the coffee table, blissfully unaware and unbothered by her brother’s awkwardness. The babble of noise from the TV quieted as Blake went back to his room and closed the door. The sight of his sister’s cock bulge under the thin fabric of her leggings still lingering in his mind. He felt comfortable in his heterosexuality, but there was an odd allure to her unique condition that he couldn’t deny, likely stemming from the fact that he was one of exceptionally few people who knew the truth. As far as he knew, their tight knit family of four were the only people aware of her special characteristics.
He had never told a soul, and he was confident that Rachael hadn’t either. There were a few years, after learning about her abnormality, that Rachael struggled with her condition. There were plenty of crying fits and hushed talks between her and their parents that Blake had secretly listened in on. It seemed fitting that they had both undergone periods of their life where their physical nature dwelled heavily on their minds, given they were twins. Thankfully, Rachael seemed well adjusted to her reality as an adult, and if she held any lingering resentment for her hermaphroditism, she hid it well.
Plausibly, the size of her abnormality likely played a role in her acceptance of it. When they were younger he hadn’t even taken notice of its size. To the best of his recollection, the two had always been equal in endowment, and there was no indication that things had changed much in that regard, even despite her massive growth spurt elsewhere. That is to say that neither of them were particularly well endowed, and at 23 years old, Blake’s own member stood a hair under 5 inches when hard. More than most other guys, Blake was disappointed in his cock, and often fantasized about being larger.
Blake was no stranger to porn, and he made frequent use of it. With no extensive social network or considerable obligations outside of his school work, he had a decent amount of free time and was home alone a generous amount. Anne and Rachael worked often, and Molly was always out with her friends, giving him the ideal environment to jerk off with near total privacy. His ability to consume porn was hindered by their family’s internet and mobile data plans, which offered him a stuttery, buffering view of any video, regardless of quality. As a result, his tastes had been shaped towards more approachable forms of porn. Images, smut, or explicit comics were his bread and butter, which filled him with a greater sense of inadequacy than regular videos would have.
There was no denying that the men featured in live action porn were rather well endowed, but they were still subject to the nature of the physical world, while smut and hentai were not. A bulk of the porn Blake consumed featured characters that were quite literally larger than life. Penises well beyond even the biggest in the real world, cumshots that put Niagara Falls to shame, and penetrations so deep they’d kill in real life. These were the ideas that occupied his fantasies, and they filled him with a long suppressed sense of inadequacy that he’d never shake.
There was, however, one category of porn that he had struggled to get into: futanari. He had stumbled upon it years ago, and was intrigued by the premise given his own sister’s condition, but found it hard to imagine himself as the protagonist. With Rachael herself so closely resembling the characters of those stories and comics, he constantly found himself imagining her as the main character, which left himself no role to fill. He didn’t enjoy the thought of being excluded from his own fantasies, and as a result, he avoided futa porn, sticking to topics that were more traditional.
A bit later, Blake began to hear the clanging of pots and pans which indicated Rachael was starting dinner. He joined her in the kitchen to help with its production and was surprised when, a short while later, Molly burst in through the front door. Molly was their younger sister, and at 18 years old, she was a senior in high school. While Blake and Rachael both fit nicely into a particular niche, Molly was much more free spirited, and it was somewhat uncertain what direction she would take in life once her obligated school service was over. She closed the door and skipped into the kitchen where Blake and Rachael were whipping up a pot of ramen and frozen vegetables.
“Mmmm, smells yummy!” Molly announced with her typical upbeat demeanor.
“I didn’t know you’d be home tonight.” Rachael said, looking at the pot of noodles with skepticism, “I don’t know if we made enough.”
“Oh, don’t worry about me.” Molly said with a smile, “I already ate with my friends.”
Molly skipped over to the living room and reclined onto the couch with incredible grace. She seemed to move with unlimited dexterity, likely thanks to her flexibility and coordination which had been well honed by her years of cheerleading. Like her mother, Molly had found great success in cheerleading, and was extremely popular both in and out of her high school because of it. While both Rachael and Blake were relatively unpopular in school, Molly had a broad social network and could easily fit into any environment.
Cheerleading wasn’t the only similarity between Molly and her mother, as they were both nearly equivalent in stature, with Molly only being a couple inches taller at around 4 foot 10. Molly was currently much more petite and attractive than her mother, thanks to her youth and regular physical activity, but the comparison was rather unfair. She had brown hair like Blake and their father which she often braided or put up. Her skin was very tan and even in complexion thanks to her meticulous dedication to tanning and hygiene. She was exceptionally pretty, fitting for a girl that was the captain of the cheer squad.
“You’re not lying are you?” Rachael questioned from across the room.
“No, I really did eat.” Molly answered sincerely.
“Because it wouldn’t be hard to make a little more.” Rachael added.
“You don’t need to make more,” Molly sighed.
Molly was rather skinny, but not to the point that her mental health was in question. She had a very slim, athletic build that gave off an energetic vibe. She was fairly flat chested, with only a meager indication of breasts, and her limbs were rather smooth and thin. Despite that, she was very fit, and what she may have lacked in raw power, she more than made up for with her endurance. She primarily did cardio and calisthenics alongside plenty of yoga to stay limber for all of the cheering routines.
Blake and Rachael joined her in the living room with bowls of noodles, and the three enjoyed each other’s company while the two ate. Jokes, laughs, and friendly conversation echoed off the thin walls of their meager accommodations. Before long, they were each in their own rooms after having cleaned up, getting ready for bed.
The next day Blake made sure to clear his schedule for his meeting with Carmen. She had told him to meet at the library around one, but didn’t know exactly when she might get there. Not wanting to show up late and keep her waiting, he arrived an hour early, and sat at a table near the main entrance so that he’d be able to see her walk in. An hour later, promptly at one o’clock, Carmen entered, looking attractive as always. Blake raised his hand and gave her a wave, but it was a bit unnecessary as she was already headed in his direction.
“Hey there!” She greeted him with a smile, her voice cheerful and smooth.
“Hey!” Blake responded, doing his best to come off as nonchalant yet friendly.
“So… the physical toll of childbirth.” Carmen said as she took the seat across from him and settled in. “I guess we should start by structuring the workload.”
“Yeah, okay sure.” Blake agreed.
The two continued talking, mostly distributing the workload between them. Blake was very accommodating, not wanting to appear unwilling to do his part, but inevitably agreed to do a good bit more than her. As far as he was concerned that wasn’t a huge deal. School work was his life, and he hoped that maybe she would admire his generosity and work ethic.
“We don’t have a ton of time to work on this,” Blake spoke up after a bit, “So we should probably aim to meet here at the library at least three times a week… If that’s not too much trouble…”
“Oh, no I agree,” Carmen nodded, “This is really important for this class, I want a good grade! We could always meet outside of school… Like at your house… assuming your girlfriend doesn’t mind.” Carmen added with a charming smile.
Blake’s face flushed red quickly, and he sat stunned across from Carmen in silence for a few seconds before clearing his throat.
“Kmph! H-however you want to do it…” He stammered, caught off guard by her unexpected flirtation, “And uhhh… No girlfriend to worry about…” He chuckled as nonchalantly as he could manage.
“No girlfriend?!” Carmen asked with disbelief, “A cute guy like you? Impossible.”
What is happening?!
Blake thought to himself. The two had chatted about the project for over half an hour, and now all of a sudden, Carmen was acting very flirtatious. It was equal parts perplexing and intriguing, and most of all it had caught Blake completely off guard. He really didn’t know how to respond, and was socially well outside his comfort zone. Blake chuckled awkwardly and shrugged.
“Well, give me your snap so we can stay connected,” She said, pulling out her phone.
Blake reached into his pocket and pulled out a flip phone.
“I, uh… I don’t have snap.” He admitted shamefully.
Carmen gazed at his phone, a look of bewilderment across her face for a split second before she switched gears.
“Oh… uh, no worries,” She said, “Um… I guess we could email…” She suggested.
“That works…” Blake said, returning his phone to his pocket.
“Here’s mine.” Carmen said, writing her email address on a piece of paper and sliding it across the table to him.
Blake reached out and picked it up, committing it to memory before sticking the paper between the pages of his notebook. Carmen began to get up and collect her things.
“Well I have to run, but we should get started as soon as possible. I can work on my parts while you work on yours, and then maybe tomorrow or something we can see where we are.” Carmen said.
Blake nodded, still very awkward from Carmen’s unexpected comments. Carmen walked off and left Blake sitting by himself at the small library table. He was dumbfounded, and had no idea what to make of the situation. A part of him refused to believe that she was seriously flirting with him, yet another part of him couldn’t help but be filled with an unexpected optimism.
Is it really impossible for her to like me? Maybe my life is about to get a lot better…