After a long absence I am back with some new content. I’m not producing at the same rate I was. Forgive me. As for this story, it follows the events of Rivalry, Alpha Omega, and Miley’s life. Read in that order if you want to get caught up. I also started to write this story before certain things went tits up, so keep that in mind. Feedback always welcome. Enjoy!
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Katy woke up and felt different. It was hard for her to place what had changed, but she wasn’t complaining. I’m free. She realized. For several months she’d been subservient to Taylor Swift after a power play gone wrong. It was insulting. Not just because she was there for sex, but Taylor also sent her for a run on American Idol. A subtle assertion of dominance that didn't escape notice. But Taylor is gone now. The blonde singer had called a meeting of the families and announced her break as leader and named Katy as the temporary successor of the pop family. Even with Avril Lavigne running the entire organization Katy still wielded considerable influence. With Taylor out of the picture Katy no longer felt subservient. Instead, her dominant side had reemerged. Her first task after cementing her authority. She did this easily and even claimed something that she felt belonged to her.
Lips wrapped around the head of her cock and slowly sucked her member to life. Her baseball of a cock, 20 inches if not longer, plumped to life and started to peel away from her body. Her partner followed; letting her hands get involved in the act. Katy let out a soft moan. This was her preferred way to wake up. “Keep it up you slut.”
Chloe didn’t say anything, no words were required, instead she kept up her efforts. Chloe’s tongue added to the mix; darting in and out in long strokes until the cock was slathered in a mix of pre and saliva. Katy let out a soft moan and reached forward. Hand behind Chloe’s head she pulled the blonde forward until her lips pressed against the drooling head of her cock. Chloe needed no further encouragement as she worked the member in her mouth.
Slowly at first, although Chloe was getting welcome practice at pleasing her mistress, a 20 inch long 5 inch thick cock wasn’t something she could swallow in one go. Katy allowed her some time to force in her member, but she wasn’t gonna give her all day either. The hand on Chloe’s head pulled slightly; encouraging the blonde along while her free hand snaked up to her melons. Katy let out a solid gasp as her finger wrapped around a protruding nipple.
It didn't take long until her entire body was convulsing with pleasure. Chloe was firmly planted on her cock now, nearly half of the member had disappeared down the blonde’s eager gullet; an obscene bulge in her throat marking her progress. At the same time Katy pulled and tugged on each nipple until they were puckered solid against her skin. She loved the feeling of electricity as rolled them through her fingers; not to mention the feeling of Chloe’s own, smaller breasts pressing down into her.
Hair became matted against her skin as a sheen of sweat developed. Already her feminine sex was releasing a copious amount of fluid, thoroughly coating the bed where she sat. Thoughts of more sex entered her addled mind. Not just Chloe now, but of others working to please her. Britney’s magnificent melons wrapped around her cock, Demi Lovato’s enormous ass parked before her. It was too much for her.
With one firm pull she shoved Chloe down as far as she would go. The subservient woman struggled for a moment as her nose nearly touched the base of Katy’s cock. The black haired futanari bucked several times and screamed as she let go. Bloated balls bubbled and churned before unleashing a torrent of cum. Katy’s member flared in size as her seed shot down length for shooting out into Chloe. Several long spurts of jizz that filled Chloe to capacity and then some in a few brief seconds.
The blonde pulled back; coughing as her head snapped from the cumming cock. A fountain of spunk continued to erupt from Katy as she was locked in an orgasmic cycle; the hand on breast refusing to stop tugging or pulling, willing the orgasmic bliss to continue.
Alas, it was coming to an end. Her cock sputtered out, releasing one last dollop of cum. Said burst arched gracefully through the air before splattering on Chloe’s nose. Katy came off her sexual high soon after. “That was fantastic.”
“You’re welcome.” Chloe cleaned off the spunk as it seeped down her face.
“You got talent kid.” Katy intoned. I see why Taylor had you under her thrall. Though Katy didn't actually know it wasn't Taylor that actually recruited her. “I’d love to stay and explore the rest of your talents, but I have a show to prepare for.”
The dominant 3C reluctantly pushed herself off the bed, not bothering to pick up her discarded clothes from the night before. Her cock swayed along with her hips, leaving a long trail of cum behind her. “Oh and Chloe?”
The blonde recovered enough from her blowjob to look at Katy. She addressed me by my name. “Yes?”
Katy leaned against the door frame, her member pressing against the solid oak. “Do cleanup, I hate to come home to a messy room.”
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“Where the heck are you?”
“The bathroom.” The screen tilted once again before abruptly straightening. “I had to take care of some business. Why’d you FaceTime anyway?”
“I hit the button by accident.” Iggy lied. In truth she wanted to see Miley’s face. “Am I intruding?”
“Just emptying the boys.” Miley stated in a matter-of-fact tone. “They’ve been quite full lately.”
The blonde considered her friend’s situation. Miley was a 3C producer. Constantly producing ample amounts of delicious cum. She assumed Miley could become immobile if she didn’t jack off often enough. She also thought of Miley’s recent video, knowing the blonde had to avoid cumming for weeks; a perverse no nut November. She had heard, but never seen a cascading cum scenario where producers are locked in a near state of arousal; constantly leaking cum. Iggy’s double dicks hardened at the thought. Maybe two cocks isn’t so bad. “How big did you get?”
“Big enough.” Miley grunted. Iggy imagined that cock of hers in her hands. Those giant balls bubbling with cum. “You'll see later. What’s up?”
“I did some more digging.”
“Oh?” The camera bounced again this time Iggy saw an arm furiously pumping.
“Yes. Seems Taylor booked a flight to Australia.”
“So she’s gonna do it right?”
“It would seem.” Iggy really wanted just confirmation. “She didn't take her own plane.”
“Why's that?”
“That flight tracker guy.”
“So….Fuck!” Several loud splats erupted from the speaker adjoined by Miley’s yelling. For nearly 30 seconds the sounds continued until they finally died. The sound of a shower kicked on then off again. Iggy’s view changed to looking at Miley’s face. “Okay all better.”
The Australian rapper was envious of Miley's lack of self consciousness. How she could be such an exhibitionist. One hand drifted to her upper member; the 8 inch rod stuffed against her right leg. She subconsciously started stroking it through the denim. “You were saying?”
“What’s the matter with it? She wants to try and be a 3C let her.”
“You’re not the least bit concerned?”
“Nope.” Miley sighed on the screen. “Trust me on this Iggy, Taylor is a megalomaniac in every sense of the word. She’s bullied, bought out, and dominated everyone she can to get where she is. Let her be.”
“Alright. If you say so.”
“I know so.” Miley pursed her lips. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to go see how Rachel is doing.
“I understand.” They ended the call but Iggy couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling she had, but now there were more pressing matters to attend to. Her twin cocks were tenting painfully in her jeans.The blonde flicked at the buttons and shouted into the next room. “Nicki! Get your ass in here!”
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Katy came off stage glistening of sweat and the scent of success. Her 'Freedom' tour took most of her fans by surprise as she had previously given no indication of an upcoming tour, or even an album. Given the past year, Freedom was what they wanted. To Katy, it was freedom from being underneath Taylor Swift, both physically and figuratively. The non-3C had managed to outmaneuver and outlast her in a battle of wills. Now I'm back bitches.
Moreover, she had a rotating team of openers, all hand picked by Katy. Not just for their obvious musical talents, but their willingness to spread their legs for the Queen of the Pop family. Last week it was Bebe Rexha. The singer screamed in delight as Katy roughly pounded her ass; the futanari completely and utterly dominated Bebe. Katy left the room satisfied, a wake of destruction and one gaping, cum leaking asshole behind her.
Katy opened the dressing room door to find Dua Lipa waiting. The London born singer leaned back on the couch; blue dress draped across her pleasing form.
"You going to wreck my ass?" Dua said nonchalantly; fingers typing away at her phone. "I heard what you did to Bebe."
"Did she tell you she asked for it?" Katy moved swiftly, pulling off her sequined costume and freeing her tightly constrained breasts. She gave them a few soothing rubs, even as her member strained against her even more constraining shorts.
Dua raised an eyebrow. "She may have missed that part."
"I'll be sure to remind her." Katy's crotch was inches away from Dua's face; her cock bulged obscenely and formed a gap in which her powerful musk escaped. Dua's nostrils flared at the scent.
The seated singer fingered the cloth prison of Katy's cock. “Tell me something.”
“Yeah?” Dua had lowered the shorts just a bit and let her breath wash over the base. Katy let out a groan at the deliberate tease.
“Are you keeping score?”
“Of course.”
“Then I want top five.” Dua stood pressing her athletic frame into Katy’s softer curvy body. One hand grasped the back of Katy's head and pulled her into a tongue dueling kiss. The other, finally, reached into those shorts and freed the mammoth cock. Dua's delicate fingers traced the length of the throbbing beast; pausing around the crown and squeezing the bulbous head.
The tanned singer broke off the kiss and looked at Katy, hand still squeezing her dick. “Im afraid I can't tit fuck you. The girls aren't big enough. But, I know something else.”
Katy watched as Dua broke their embrace, stepping over to the couch and retrieving an oversized bottle. She could only watch as Dua slipped out of her pants and turned around and leaned over, presenting her large, oversized ass to Katy. She shook the bottle with purpose. “Come on, don't you want to feel these cheeks.”
Katy advanced, grabbing the lube and popping the top. Half unceremoniously went onto Dua's exposed rear while the other she poured over her throbbing member. Katy winced, “cold.”
“Come on. You know what'll warm you right up.” Dua reached back and slapped her ass, causing waves to ripple through her substantial butt. The lube was tossed aside as Katy grabbed each check and spread them wide; with a flex of her stomach her cock went skyward before slamming into Dua's butt crack.
The 3C pushed together Dua's cheeks; barely enveloping 20 inches of girlcock. Good enough. She mused, before going to work. Steadily, Katy began to thrust into the divine behind. It felt wonderful, her cock slamming in and out of Dua's cheeks. Occasionally she's hit bottom, her bloated balls hitting thighs and sending waves of pleasure through her nuts.
Dua wasn't just a silent partner either. The exotic beauty had her ass undulating and bouncing within Katy’s grip. It was a wild fucking ride that she lost the grip of once her twice; her cock bouncing free until she could slam it back down into Dua's butt cleavage? What is that called? Katy idly wondered as she rammed her cock in and out; her member leaking copious cum onto the woman's back. “Fuck that feels good!”
“Oh yeah?” Dua looked over her shoulder at Katy. “You want the real thing?”
Dick slick with lube and pre, Katy nodded and released her beast from its glutious prison. She lined up on Dua's asshole when she was stopped with a hand. “Nope. That's closed for business. You gotta earn that.”
Katy's eyes smouldered briefly before moving her cock down a few inches; head touching and parting the slick folds of Dua's pussy. “There ya go.”
The 3C grimaced, somewhat annoyed at being denied a prize. Hands grabbed hips as Katy braced. Her partner responded by gyrating her ass, coating Katy's cockhead in more juice and letting it slip inside. The 3C got the hint. Slowly, she rocked her hips, plunging her dick in and out in small movements. A lesson learned from many past lovers. Save Taylor. The thought made Katy go a little deeper and Dua yelped.
“Easy there! You'll break my gates with that battering ram.”
Katy slowed and started again; slow, precise movements, just a few inches at a time of fat 5 inch thick fuckstick pushing into her partner. Dua let out a soft moan; her entire body feeling the commanding cocks’ presence. Katy pushed forward, gently building a head of steam as 3 inches became 4 then 5. Each time slipping more inside. As she went, Katy couldn't resist flexing her ass at the bottom of each thrust. Her cockhead flared each time; engorged with blood, it sensually drew back and spread Dua's insides wide before shrinking down slightly.
“How are you doing thaaat?!” The final syllable came out over several long seconds. Dua's body rocked with Katy's thrusts slowly syncing up. Katy fed more of her thick cock in, soon she was nearing an entire foot into the lithe singer; never bothering to question how any of her lovers could take the entire cock inside. She shimmied her arms, moving them just enough so her biceps could hit her nipples. It was comical to watch, but no one beyond her could see it.
Katy picked up her pace, becoming less methodical and more rampant. Lust overtook her as she began rocking her hips, pulling back Dua with every thrust. Her partner's ass undulated hard; rippling waves that rocked them. Meanwhile, her oversized testicles began to slam into Dua’s thighs, each time tingles of pleasure shot into the futanari singer. Dua couldn’t hold her pose any longer and leaned down against the couch; her ass pushing higher into the air. Katy took advantage; sliding her grip down Katy was able to hook her fingers round the swell of her waist. Her pace picked up dramatically and Dua screamed out in orgasmic bliss. The woman’s entire body began to shake and her voice went hoarse from her overlapping orgasms.
Feeling herself getting close, the futanari slowed down her pace, trying to prolong her approaching orgasm. Her new, sensuous, pace had the opposite effect. 12 inches of solid throbbing girlcock rubbed luxuriously across Dua’s velvety pussy. Throbbing veins picked up every bump, dip and curve. It made Katy weak in the knees.
Balls tightened, clenching hard before relaxing. A torrent of cum bulged out her cock further and Katy slammed the member in as far as it could go. Dua mewed sheepishly, belly bulging with shot after shot of copious girlcum blasted into her. Katy held on tight as she felt the cum train continuing. Her balls, each one oversized for even her own member, must have been working overtime to keep going for nearly thirty seconds. Katy flexed her ass as she felt her orgasm ending, shooting the last few feeble threads of jizz into her partner.
Spent, absolutely spent for at least the next few moments, Katy released her grip. Dua slid, rather gracefully down before a loud pop rang out and she dramatically hit the ground. The 3C stared at the prone form of her partner, watching cum splat against Dua's slick backside before realizing why that happened. The non-3C was mounted firmly on her cock, and when she let go, the softening but still monstrous member acted as a brake until it came free.
Katy hefted her softening dick, stroking it a few times and sending the last few drops of futa cum down on her partner, claiming her for future use. Dua didn't respond at first, but then slowly pushed herself up to a sitting position. Katy noted that cum still leaked out as she moved.
Dua raised an eyebrow; patting the swell of her belly, her voice a whisper, “Top five?”
Katy arched her back. “Top three.”
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Taylor rung her hands in impatience. The clinic she was at was sparsely decorated with little indication that it was actually a gene therapy center. The blonde singer had quietly arrived less than a week ago armed with a smattering of 3C DNA samples and a checkbook. Her doctor, a woman of Japanese heritage named Rei Kim, was intrigued by her proposal. The woman took her samples and for several days had said nothing. Until today.
The megalomaniac was about to walk out the door, and indeed was halfway to the entrance when it burst open. Dr. Kim stepped inside. “Ahh Ms. Swift. How are you doing today?”
“Impatient.” She snapped. “What have you got?”
“I see.” Rei adjusted her glasses, undisturbed by the outburst. “Well, the samples you provided have been most helpful for our research. It’s my opinion we can make the alterations you desire.”
“Really?” Taylor’s heart swelled at the thought of being the Alpha 3C she dreamt of.
“Really.” Dr Kim responded. “Of course there are risks.”
“Anything.”
“Anything?”
“Anything.” Taylor confirmed. Right now she’d do anything to make her dream a reality.
“Then we can begin right away. First though, I want to share with you a sample of our work. Your modification will be more difficult as you don’t possess the 3rd chromosome, but this should give you an idea.”
The floor seemed to buckle as something big approached the room. Taylor’s eyes widened in disbelief as a heavy hand knocked on the door. “Come in.”
The door shot open revealing only the lower half of an individual. With a grunt they started to enter the room. The blonde watched in utter fascination as they did. Toned, mile long legs rose from the floor. They climbed to an ass that was near perfection; erupting in a true shelf off butt. Their abs were well defined cobblestones on an otherwise smooth surface. Just above their breasts were truly massive, possibly even bigger than Taylor dreamed of. Each one was capped by an oversized red nipple that just ached for attention. Taylor already felt herself getting wet; if she had a cock it would have been cumming already.
The best part was still between her legs. A cock that redefined the word hung between her legs. Easily as wide as Taylor’s legs, it draped over two oversized testicles that sloshed with her movements. It was exactly what Taylor wanted. Taylor tore her eyes away from the orgasmic sight and finally met this goddess's face; her hair grazing the 9 foot ceiling.
“Hello Taylor.” Her voice rumbled, a smirk plastered across her divine face.
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Who is our mystery goddess? Comment below.
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