**Disclaimer: This story contains depictions of the following (Loosely ordered from most to least prevalent): Futa (Transexual), Amazonian Futa, Futa on Female, Giant Cock, Cervix Penetration, Domination/Submission, Excessive Cum/Fluids, Incest, Corruption, True Love/Romance, Cumflation, Pregnancy, CNC, Freeuse, Size Difference, Harem, Humiliation, Futa on Male, Cuckoldry**
*The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this product are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidence. All characters are at least 18 years of age despite description, demeanor, or appearance.*
**Life for a Teenage Futa**
Written By: Rebecca
**Chapter 3: Big Sis to the Rescue**
“Looks like we’ll have to go inside, sorry guys,” Alan said, pulling the car around and parking in the lot.
“Of course, just my luck,” Bridgette thought to herself.
Despite her desire to stay out of the public eye, she was more than presentable. Even without the skirt of her dress, she had her balls tucked up inside her abdomen, and her cock folded backwards into her pussy. Her panties sealed it all in, making it nearly impossible to tell she had a cock. To an unknowing onlooker, they would either think nothing of it at all, or simply that she had a greater pubic volume than average.
“Hey,” Nancy whispered, reaching over and tenderly grabbing and squeezing Bridgette’s hand, “You’ve got nothing to worry about. We’re all here with you.”
Bridgette gave her older sister a big smile. She had to hold back tears as the words absorbed into her soul. She couldn’t believe she had been so selfish, stating that her family never cared about her. She was dead wrong. They were the only people in the whole world who she could consistently rely on. With her confidence boosted, Bridgette stepped out of the SUV onto the pavement below, and followed her family inside the small burger joint.
The place was pretty empty, being as late as it was; populated by only the workers and what appeared to be an impoverished homeless man sitting slumped over in one of the booths. What was likely the manager of the establishment stood over the man, talking down to him, asking him to leave. There wasn’t much noise, save for the twang of metal tools on the stove tops, and the quiet chatter of varyingly aged workers behind the counter.
As Bridgette ducked under the glass threshold, she could hear the workers’ conversations come to a halt. It was a fairly common reaction she would get when being seen by people for the first time, but she never managed to get used to it. It always reminded her of just how out of the ordinary she was, which never put her in a good mood. Nonetheless, she carried on, walking towards the counter and gazing across at the large flat screen menus. She pretended to be intently reading the menu, as if lost in concentration on what to order, while in reality she was simply trying to avoid eye contact with any of the workers.
“Everyone know what they want?” Alan asked, looking at his family members.
Everyone nodded and the group moved up to the counter to order.
“I’ll have two number nine’s please,” Alan said, stepping aside to let Alexa order.
“I’ll have a number nine larger please,” Alexa said, following suit for Nancy.
“I’ll have a number six with extra dip,” Nancy said.
As Bridgette walked towards the counter, she was cut off by the homeless man who was just starting to leave.
“That’s one tall bitch!” He exclaimed for the whole room to hear, over theatrically inspecting her from a distance.
“Excuse me?!” Alexa responded with immediate aggression, “That’s my daughter you’re talking about.”
“Honey,” Alan whispered, putting his hand on his wife, “Just let him be.”
“Sir, you need to leave,” The manager told the homeless man, ushering him out the door.
“How could you let him say that to our daughter?” Alexa said, aggravated with her husband.
“You’re not gonna sick the circus freak on me, are you?” The homeless man jested as he was led out the door.
Nancy silently grabbed Bridgette’s hand, giving it several tight squeezes. She simply wanted to remind Bridgette that she was still there, without making a public display of consolation. Bridgette felt tears begin to well in her eyes, hearing out loud what she figured all the workers were thinking anyways. It was Nancy’s loving grasp, and her mother’s verbal defense that gave her the meager amount of strength she needed to keep from bursting out in tears right then and there.
“I can’t believe you would let him say something like that.” Alexa scolded Alan.
“What do you want me to do, beat him up?” Alan asked, “He was being kicked out anyways.”
Alexa rolled her eyes, displeased with her husband’s reasoning. She walked over to Bridgette and gave her a big hug from behind. Bridgette’s large ass squished up against her mother’s chest from the tightness of her mother’s embrace. Bridgette was thankful for her family’s support, but also felt awkward about needing it in the first place. Very quickly her mood had turned sour, but she swallowed her emotions as best she could and spoke up to the cashier.
“I-I’ll ha-” Bridgette coughed, clearing her throat, “I’ll have five number seven’s and a large fry please.”
Bridgette had a high metabolism which, on top of being monstrous in size, made her require large volumes of food. She stepped aside to allow her father to pay for the meal, with Nancy following her, refusing to let go of her hand.
“Why don’t you two find a table to sit at.” Alexa said to her daughters.
Nancy led Bridgette by the hand to the seating area, and found a fairly secluded booth to sit at. Nancy playfully shoved Bridgette into the booth first, and rapidly sat down beside her, squishing her further into the corner. Nancy giggled, and Bridgette gave a half hearted chuckle, still bothered by the previous situation.
“Hey, Bridge,” Nancy whispered, gazing directly into Bridgette’s eyes, “Don’t ever let an asshole like that get inside your head.”
Bridgette looked back into her older sister’s loving eyes, and began to crumble. The facade of strength she had upheld until that moment came crashing down as she heard the words come out of Nancy’s mouth.
“I-i-i-it’s h-h-hardddd…” Bridgette whispered back, breaking down into sobs.
Nancy wasted no time, diving into Bridgette’s chest with a big tight hug.
“Hey, listen to me,” Nancy said, also beginning to tear up, witnessing her sister’s torment, “I’m here, and I love you… I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.”
Nancy continued to repeat the words as Bridgette sobbed quietly in her arms, not wanting to alert the employees. Nancy kept holding her as their parents walked up with trays of food in hand.
“Ohhh sweetie,” Alexa said, sliding into the booth and reaching out with a loving hand towards her daughter, “I can’t believe how rude some people can be…”
Alexa turned and gave her husband another scowl, still upset about his unwillingness to intervene during the disruption.
Tears ran down Bridgette’s pretty face, dripping off her chin and landing on Nancy’s back. It was hard to stop the waterfalls once they had begun. While Bridgette continued to cry, Alexa took a peek under the table, relieved to find that Bridgette wasn’t leaking, but knowing that it probably wouldn’t be long before she was.
“Sweetie…” Alexa asked gingerly, “A-are you… wearing a condom?”
Bridgette shook her head.
“Ok, well, Nancy,” Alexa started, “Why don’t you take your sister to the bathroom, so that she doesn’t make a mess. Don’t worry about us, you take as long as you need, sweetie.”
Alexa rubbed Bridgette’s arm, as Nancy nodded in agreement, and unhooked from the hug. Both sisters wiped their faces, thankful they weren’t wearing makeup, and headed off to the bathroom. Bridgette hung her head low, allowing her long, red hair to block her face from the employees. Nancy led her by the hand to the bathroom, and closed the door behind them. She opened one of the stalls for Bridgette, and stepped aside, to allow her some privacy.
Bridgette stepped into the stall, and closed the door behind her. She grabbed the skirt of her dress and held it up revealing her panties. She attempted to pull the panties to the side with one hand while holding her skirt with the other, but realized she wouldn’t be able to control the swinging of her free cock. If she just let it fall out, it would spray precum all over the bathroom wall, defeating the whole purpose of the trip.
“N-nancy,” Bridgette mumbled quietly, turning and opening the stall door.
“Yes?” Nancy asked, perking up, ready to assist.
“I could use your help…” Bridgette admitted shamefully.
“I’ll help in any way I can,” Nancy said happily.
Nancy stepped into the cramped quarters of the bathroom stall and looked up at her sister. Bridgette then stepped over the toilet, so that each leg was on either side of it, and the bowl was directly beneath her.
“I just need you to hold my skirt up, otherwise I think it’ll make a mess.” Bridgette explained.
Nancy nodded in understanding and gathered the material of Bridgette’s skirt before holding it up. Bridgette then tried to reach down for her panties, but found that with Nancy’s arms in the mix, it was incredibly hard to reach and see. As Bridgette fumbled with her hands, precum began to ooze out from the sides of her panties, indicating she was completely full. Nancy waited a few seconds, watching the thick syrup drizzle faster and faster into the bowl, before mentioning Bridgette’s struggling.
“You okay?” Nancy asked.
“It’s just…. Kinda hard, with your arms there,” Bridgette admitted.
“Oh I’m sorry,” Nancy said, looking for a way to get them out of the way but not finding one thanks to the small space they had to work with.
After a brief silence, Nancy spoke up.
“What if you held the skirt… and I… did the other part…?” Nancy asked sincerely.
“You don’t have to do that…” Bridgette said, stunned Nancy would even offer.
“Hey,” Nancy said, suddenly very serious, “I’m here for you. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
Bridgette once again became overwhelmed with emotion, and a large surge of precum came oozing out from between her thighs, plopping down into the filling bowl. Bridgette nodded, taking the bundled fabric from her sister’s small hands, and awaiting her sister’s contact.
“Okay, soooo,” Nancy started, realizing she wasn’t sure exactly what to do, “How do I do this…?”
“Just… P-pull the panties to the s-side,” Bridgette instructed, “And b-be ready to cat-tch it… It’ll come out really f-fast…”
Nancy didn’t respond, her heart pounding as she anticipated seeing her sister’s massive cock again, and this time so up close. She reached out for her sister’s panties, her hands instantly getting drizzled in the precum waterfall that was raining from them. She hooked her fingers around the crotch and pulled them slowly to the side. The precum began oozing faster as the obstruction was cleared, and Bridgette’s cock would have instantly fallen out if not for Nancy’s free hand keeping it tucked inside Bridgette’s pussy.
With slippery hands, Nancy did her best to grip her sister’s girthy cock, and guide it gently down and out of her pussy. Bridgette gasped quietly to herself, feeling the direct contact of someone else’s hand on her cock for the first time. The further out of her pussy it slid, the more precum rained down from within, and soon nothing more than the tip was left inside. Confident that the panties wouldn’t slide back now that they were obstructed by Bridgette’s cock, Nancy let them go, and used both hands to carefully extract Bridgette’s cock fully from her pussy.
Massive globs of precum oozed and burst out from Bridgette’s pussy as her entrance became fully clear, and more continued to pour from her cock at an incredible pace. The toilet bowl was quickly filling, so with one hand Bridgette reached back and gave it a flush. The liquid swirled slowly in the bowl, gurgling down the drain abnormally due to the increased viscosity. With Bridgette’s cock successfully extracted and pointed down at the bowl, Nancy’s job was done. Despite this, she continued to hold onto the majestic cock, marveling at its warmth, size, and heft.
“T-thanks Nancy,” Bridgette breathed, thankful to have her cock finally free. It always felt good to let it out, especially if she was full of precum.
“G-glad I could help-p,” Nancy stuttered, “Is th-that all you n-needed…?”
Bridgette knew the answer was yes, but felt the sudden urge to lie.
“Well, if you aren’t against it…” Bridgette started cautiously, “I usually… like, squeeze it near the base… and pull towards the tip… just to get it out faster.”
“Like this?” Nancy said, seemingly unaware of Bridgette’s blatant lie.
Nancy gripped the giant cock near the base as instructed, and ran her hands down Bridgette’s length, deforming the semi hard flesh along the way from the pressure. A large glob of precum followed suit, informing Nancy that she had performed the action correctly.
“Oh w-wow, you were r-right!” Nancy said.
Bridgette was surprised by Nancy’s immediate willingness to do as instructed, despite the lewdness of the situation. She felt a little bad for lying, but figured it was fairly innocent, since it was clear Nancy was eager to help her regardless. As far as Bridgette was concerned, she was simply giving Nancy a way to feel involved and productive, while also getting some pleasure.
Nancy continued to diligently milk Bridgette’s cock, her small hands just barely too small to reach all the way around her sister’s impressive girth. Her movements were incredibly arousing, but too slow to bring Bridgette’s cock to maximum hardness. Bridgette had never had someone else touch her cock, let alone practically jerk it off. She felt her orgasm rising quickly, though it wasn’t coming to an explosive ending like usual but rather a slow over boiling.
Bridgette began to twitch and jerk as she got closer and closer to climax. Unable to keep them tucked inside as they grew fuller of fresh cum, Bridgette was forced to let the fall free, and they bounced with their mighty heft.
“Oh!” Nancy jumped at the balls’ sudden appearance, “Did I do something wrong?”
“N-n-no…” Bridgette breathed, “S-sorry, I just l-let them f-fall on accident…”
Nancy resumed her milking, continuing to marvel at just how much liquid was pouring out at her command. She found it oddly mesmerizing. Bridgette breathed harder and harder as she got closer and closer to orgasm, until eventually she had reached it, but much differently than ever before. Rather than having it burst out from within her, Nancy’s movements were far too slow, only allowing her to crawl over the threshold into climax rather than jump in with full force.
Bridgette trembled as her climax buzzed throughout her, being much duller but lasting much longer than ever before. As Nancy continued to milk her cock, the nearly crystal clear fluid that poured out slowly became more and more opaque and white. Eventually the mixture became entirely cum rather than precum, and it poured out steadily, filling the bowl quickly. With Bridgette unable to react due to her orgasm, and Nancy too focused on Bridgette’s cock and fluids, the bowl began to overflow, spilling out around all sides and pouring onto the tile floor below.
Nancy heard the splashing liquid and was quickly snapped from her trance, reaching over and flushing the toilet. The bowl began to overflow more steadily as water was pumped in as a part of the flushing process. Thankfully after a few seconds, the overflowing stopped and the thick liquid inside was sucked down the drain. Bridgette’s cock continued to rain cum for a few more minutes until finally the steady steam slowed to a drip. Bridgette panted hard as she came down from the painfully long and mind dulling orgasm.
“Sorry, I let it spill a little.” Nancy mumbled.
“I-it was my fault,” Bridgette conceded, “Don’t worry about it.”
Bridgette looked down, finding the stall floor nearly completely coated in a layer of hot, white cum.
“Thanks so much, Nancy…” Bridgette said as sincerely as possible, “You’re the best big sister I could have ever asked for.”
“I’m just glad I could help.” Nancy said proudly, sporting a wide, content smile.
“Alright, well I’ll clean up in here, you can go back to mom and dad…” Bridgette said.
“Okie dokie!” Nancy said, stepping out of the stall carefully so as to not make too much more of a mess for Bridgette to clean.
Nancy washed her hands and left the bathroom. Bridgette sighed and got to work cleaning the floor. The slime was thick and hot, and it took several minutes to get it to an acceptable level. The floor was left rather sticky, but that was the restaurant’s problem as far as Bridgette was concerned. Bridgette was glad to have chosen to wear an opaque dress rather than a more transparent one, as it meant she could leave her cock hanging out. She had never put her cock back into her pussy after cumming, unsure of whether or not she could get herself pregnant, but not wanting to find out the hard way.
After finishing up in the bathroom, she rejoined her family in the dining area and had a decent dinner. With everything that had happened she didn’t feel amazing, but she felt much better after her sister’s help. Nancy seemed quite happy with herself, enjoying her meal while snuggling up against Bridgette closely. Bridgette reciprocated the snuggles, happy to have such an amazing big sister. Afterwards the family returned to their new house, ready for a good night’s rest to prepare them for the busy next day.
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