It’s been a long time coming hasn’t it. But that’s how this goes. Due to the length of time between chapters there's a time jump. There's also less sex than usual. Everyone is over 18, Comments and feedback are welcome. Enjoy!
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“I have some numbers here.” Megan adjusted her glasses as she shuffled papers across her desk. “Freakier Friday made 153 million against a 45 million dollar budget. Times 2 for marketing, 63 million in the bank.”
“Well, that's good right?”
“Yes,” Megan removed her glasses and rubbed her forehead, “but we both know the answer is no. A 3rd movie gets the actors back, budgets go higher, execs will see that as too risky. Maybe if it does well on the streaming platforms.”
“That makes sense.” Jamie leaned back in her own chair. “So what now?”
Megan studied her for a second. Despite being 67 Jamie looked closer to her 50s. Must be the Curvoma. She thought, knowing the aging actress was getting doses second and possibly third hand from Lindsay. Where is that girl anyway? “Well, I'm not sure. Horror movies are down, there's not an original idea in that genre right now besides Markiplier. Super hero movies are dead.”
Jamie made a face and Megan sympathized. 2020 and the years after were rough for the industry. Especially for those that didn't fucking listen. “For right now, I want to shop you around.”
Jamie opened her mouth but Megan raised her hand. “Not like a 2 bit street walker or the like A24 should have some upcoming films. Wes Anderson is probably also writing something. We, I, want you to stay busy and show your range. I'll even waive the manager's fees for you.”
“You'll do that?”
“From the bottom of my cock. I like you and respect you. I won't throw you to the wolves. See Jade on the way out.”
Jamie nodded once and stood to leave. Megan silently watched her go, pleased the bad news went over so well. Where is Lindsay anyway?
***
Megan leaned back in her hot tub. A small tumbler of whiskey at the side. Today was damn exhausting. She always complained about her agent not taking care of her, and that led her to Curvoma in fact, but now that the futanari was an agent she could easily see how hard the job actually was. He’d be laughing right now if he knew. Megan thought. For several long moments she didn’t do anything. The soft bubbling of the jets was only sound made as she lolled her head from side to side. A strange thought hit her.
Isn’t this usually when Lindsay appears demanding sex? Megan took another sip of her drink, slightly disappointed that the redhead hadn’t popped into view like the magic sex fairy she was. She had been missing for days it seemed.
Bothered, Megan stood up and carefully eased her magnificent body out of the water. She grabbed a towel and dried off before starting a search for her companion. Several rooms later she found Lindsay, unaware she'd even been home.
The redhead was standing in front of a mirror, swishing to and fro, admiring her visage. Megan leaned against the door. “What are you doing?”
“Modeling.” Lindsay replied, continuing her motions. She adjusted her top slightly to create a cavernous display of cleavage. “Do you wanna watch?”
“Sure.” Megan sat on the corner of the bed, whiskey in hand as Lindsay continued her self admiration.
“Everyone said my tits were my best feature.” Megan agreed but said nothing. “When I was 18 I was a 32DD. But after I started …medicating…they began to shrink.”
Megan took another sip of her drink. Lindsay removed her top and ran her hands over her exposed, pale, freckled, breasts, stopping once to pinch her pink nipples. “Now they're back.”
“Even bigger.” Lindsay was closer to a small G now than a D or DD.
Lindsay turned to face Megan, a look of bewilderment on her face. “I know what Curvoma did to you, and I love it. But look what it did for me. The girls are back and better than ever. I feel like I'm 19 again.”
Megan cocked an eyebrow while setting her drink on the night stand behind her. What the hell is going on here? “You're welcome?’
Lindsay didn't say a word. Advancing on Megan, she stopped before her; breasts right at mouth height. The futanari licked her lips involuntarily even as she felt a slight plump in her penis. The redhead reached out and unceremoniously yanked on Megan's towel. The terrycloth fell away leaving her in her naked glory. Lindsay's hands sensuously strolled up Megan's chest, across her collarbone to the nape of her neck. They carefully dug in and guided Megan forward. The raven haired woman knew what was coming; her lips puckered and tongue darted out as Lindsay's nipple drew ever closer. Her lover gave a slight gasp and pushed it further, mashing her breast into Megan's face. She responded by sucking, loudly, on the teat; letting her tongue dance all around the large areola before returning to suckling.
Her partner let out a moan, her head tilted back; fingers running through Megan's hair as the futanari continued to tease. One hand snaked over to Lindsay's free breast; manicured nails running around the subtle bumps of areola. The redhead let out a soft gasp and Megan felt a sudden gush of liquid enter her mouth. Is she lactating? She gulped at the sweet nectar; lips wrapping around the turgid aching nipple fully and sucking hard.
Lindsay responded by mashing her head further into her chest. A sudden, stronger blast of creamy milk splashed down her throat. Megan responded by roughly squeezing the breast in hand before coming up for air. The pair fell back onto the bed with Lindsay crawling to sit above Megan. The redhead dangled her other breast down on Megan who responded by greedily suckling. It too started lactating, releasing a steady stream of milk into the futanari’s waiting mouth. Far below, Megan’s cock ached for attention. The throbbing cock stood between the two of them; head bouncing into Lindsay’s stomach as the pair continued their foreplay.
Popping free, Megan grabbed each breast with her hands. She squeezed, teased, pressed and pulled at each tit while Lindsay let out a series of moans and gurgles of pleasure. The futanari reached around with her thick thighs and managed to wrap around Lindsay’s waist. In a slow, ungraceful maneuver, she managed to flip them around on the bed. Now Megan was on top and she leaned back, taking a moment to admire her lover. Lindsay’s hair was a coppery mess, her green eyes sparkled; mouth curled with pleasure. Megan’s cock agreed; thick engorged veins pulsed, demanding attention. Yet this wasn’t about it today. This was about what Lindsay wanted.
Megan leaned back down; her hands filled with freckled breasts. She shimmied down, starting at Lindsay’s bare stomach and peppering it with kisses. Slowly, she worked her way upward; by passing the boobs and crawling along her collar bone to the nape of her neck. Lindsay sighed in delight; Megan’s plump lips kept up their oral exploration past her cheek and slowly nibbled one ear before marching over to the opposite and working back down. The futanari pushed Lindsay’s tits together; their large voluminous size letting her turgid, thick nipples pressed together. Megan thought about playing with them for a second, letting them joust in sexual pleasure. Instead, she brought down her lips and wrapped them around both. Her tongue slid between the two; her hot breath washed over the engorged areola. Megan carefully pressed down with her teeth and was rewarded by that same stream of milk. Milk that she eagerly lapped up. No easy feat as Lindsay bucked and rolled beneath her; pleasure coming in waves as the futanari kept licking, sucking, and teasing those breasts. Finally Lindsay had enough.
Lindsay’s entire body tensed up and her red lips tensed in a silent cry of pleasure. Megan stilled and gently sucked on the breasts; the flow of creamy milk barely slowed down as Lindsay continued to experience orgasmic bliss. The futanari let one tit free and then the other; slowly sliding up her lover's body until their bare breasts touched.
Lindsay fell back, satisfied from the nipplegasm the futanari had given her. Megan cradled her for several long moments, her cock ached and pressed into Lindsay's side but the redhead said nothing. Finally she moved, brushing the red hair from her face.
Megan looked down at her. “What was that about?”
“Im pregnant.”
***
Megan was running on autopilot, her brain far outside of the office. Jade definitely knew it.
“Who do I need to call?” Her mulatto assistant finally asked.
“Hmm, what?” Megan didn't even hear her enter.
“Who do I need to call about you?” Jade repeated herself.
Megan stretched. “Scott and Avril.”
Jade said nothing as she left but knew it was Curvoma related. Megan sighed and stood up. How long has this gone on now? 8-9 years? Daily sex, an off the chart sperm count, and now it happens. She walked over to the table along the wall, the one with the mini fridge, and pulled out a bottle of water. I once joked there had to be a lot of little Megans running around. Now there'll be at least one. A knock interrupted her introspection. “Come.”
Avril walked in gracefully but the slight glisten to her perfect told Megan she was at the gym. As always. Avril's version of curvoma, B was it? didn't give her the outrageous curves Megan had. Rather, a figure like a fitness model with larger breasts, a rounder ass and a cock of course. Rumor was Avril's muscle and bone density were at least double that of a regular person. No wonder she holds the weight record at the gym. “You rang?”
“Have a seat.” Megan returned to hers as Avril retrieved a bottle of her own. “So, we never really talked about it but how is fatherhood?”
“Wait!” Avril's eyes widened and she leapt from her chair to the door. “Jade you won!”
Megan heard a shouted yes from her assistant as Avril came back. Rather than belittle for betting on the boss, she instead sighed, “What's the prize?”
“Secret.” Avril smirked. “Lindsay right?’
“Don't you dare get up. Yes Lindsay.”
“Does Scott know?”
“He's about to.” Megan gulped down her drink.
“You'll be exhausted.” Avril interjected. “That kid's got more energy than me. And she drained all three of us dry constantly.”
“Great.” Megan wasn't looking forward to that aspect. And she couldn't take on a third like Melissa and Avril did with Kaley. I'm sure I'll have plenty of boobs around though.
“I think you'll be a good father, and Lindsay an excellent mother.”
“Really?” Megan arched an eyebrow, “what makes you say that?”
“Maternal instincts are gonna go into high gear. Lindsay, for all her faults, is very protective.”
Megan cocked her head; thinking of all the times her fiery redhead stepped up. Even now she landed an executive producer role on a Hulu show. Maybe she does have what it takes. “What about me?”
“Same thing.” Avril stretched and Megan could hear cords of muscle pop. “You have a wandering eye, as do all of us, but you're loyal to your family: close and corporate. Your house is a safe zone, if occasional fuck palace, and during covid you didn't layoff a single employee no matter how bad it got.”
“I…” Megan trailed off, considering. “Just did what felt right.”
There was a knock at the door, and Avril stood up. “You won't get it right all the time. Hell, Kaley, Melissa and I screw up constantly, but your head's in the right spot.”
“Thanks.” The blonde opened the door and Scott walked in.
“When's the due date?” He said without preamble. Megan sighed, leaning back hard in her chair.
“How'd you…”
“I guessed.” He lied. “Lindsay needs to come in for a physical and evaluation.”
Megan looked over at Avril who nodded in agreement. “Melissa did the same.”
“Alright, anything else?”
“Congratulations!” He smiled, and produced a large bottle. “I also have your refill.”
“Thanks.” Megan grabbed the bottle and studied it. 9 years of her life have been charted by the pills within. She frowned and pointed to some new text, “Why's it say no GLP1s?”
“I'm not an egghead but the explanation I got was that Curvoma requires a certain amount of calories to keep running, and GLPs inhibit some functions. I can't go into specifics except to say don't.”
“I'll keep it in mind.”
“Please do.” He paused, “We may also be preparing for a general release. Now that we know most side effects…”
He trailed off and Megan filled in the blanks. “But the Curvoma figures aren't popular right now.”
“That's right.” She pursed her lips, considering that notion. Not that she had any say in the matter. Megan didn't understand heroin chic as a look or style. Zaftig for me.
“I'll let you know if anything comes up.” Megan finally responded. “And I'll get Lindsay in.”
***
Nearly the entire day had passed before Megan realized she hadn't had any sex. Nor had the thought of it crossed her mind. I'm losing my touch. She thought, spreading her legs wide. Unceremoniously, and most unladylike, she reached into skirt and adjusted her dick; grabbing the base and giving it a good stretch. Likewise, she thumbed her nuts to ensure they could breathe. Any further action was delayed by a knock on her door. “Come.”
Jade walked in holding a stack of papers. “Offers for you.”
“Anyone good?”
“Well, a certain name came up.” Jade placed the papers on her desk and Megan glanced at the top sheet. Miley. To be honest Megan had lost track of her. They parted under less than favorable terms and kept radio silent since.
“Okay, that's one issue. Why now?” Megan asked but got a shrug in reply.
“I have no idea. Do you want to ask her?”
“Not now. Remind me next week.” Her assistant took the top folder away. Megan flipped through the next few files. Ana, Anya, Emily, Emma, McKenna, Milly. “These look like agent changes.”
“They are. Some have gotten stale offers lately and want to expand or stay relevant. Though Milly, Emma, and McKenna are coming off as quite popular right now. McKenna already has 80 credits.”
“She's 18 right?” Jade made a face at the question.
“19.”
“Wanted to make sure when we market her. Get her some proper roles.” Megan glanced at the sheets again. “Does Emma come with Jenna? Aren't those two attached at the hip?”
“I'll check.”
“Thanks.” Megan picked up the folders and handed them back. “These all seem fine. Give them a prelim and schedule them if they fit.”
“Can do.”
Jade left and Megan leaned back in her chair. Miley.
***
“Oh god!” Megan cried out in pleasure. It turns out they did come as a pair. Emma Myers sat on one side and Jenna Ortega the other of her cock. Each one sliding up and down the entire 17 inch length; lavishing praise as their tongues draped over each bump, curve, and throbbing vein. It was heaven and the futanari had to wonder if they had done this before. Megan leaned back further, trying to spread her legs even further apart.
One of the ladies, Megan didn't know who as she was staring at the ceiling, moved south and started suckling on her oversized gonads. She felt kisses, nibbles, licks, and nuzzles from whichever girl it was. The other was not to be outdone; heading north to the massive plum sized crimson colored cockhead throbbed angrily. A steady stream of precum being eagerly lapped up by a skilled tongue. A hand wrapped around the shaft right at the helmet; a talented thumb tracing its flared ridge and making Megan shudder in pleasure. More kisses peppered their way onto her head; that tongue playing along her slit.
Far below, whoever was playing with her nuts had snaked their hands upwards. One of them was cupping and pulling at her excited vibrating gonads while the other reached under and found her oft neglected womanhood. Megan's entire body went rigid as the delicate fingers started probing the folds of her pussy. Tracing the outline before pressing inside. Fingers swirled and traced. One found her long forgotten gspot and pressed.
“What are you doing….!?!” Megan panted in pleasure. Her cock bucked and surged with blood; a large wad of pre leapt out in response. Her left hand gripped the armrest while her right pushed up her top; ripping the fabric aside to get her breast. Long nails roughly dug into oversized tit; squeezing and tweaking the turgid nipple as the girls continued their oral assault. “Fuck! Keep that up and I'm gonna cum!”
Both girls disconnected at once, maintaining the mystery. “Do it! Bathe us!”
Megan stood up on shaky knees, knocking her chair back in the process. Both hands grabbed her angry, throbbing cock, slick with the juices of the two ladies now kneeling before her. She began pumping; furious with the pent up sexual frustration of a teenager. Long slick motions as Megan hurriedly ran through all 17 inches of futanari fuckstick. The two ladies massaged their breasts, eyes filled with expectation, and mouths’ wide awaiting their award.
Megan didn’t disappoint; it started as an audible rumble as Megan’s orgasm came. Deep within her balls a trigger unlocked and Megan started as overwhelming pleasure overcame her. Cum, not the thin precum she’d be oozing, real thick cum shot down the length of her cock’ bulging it obscenely before blasting out of her aching, throbbing dick. Her raging member went off like a cannon, the first shot blasting between the two girls before Megan regained control. She moved left and started sending thick ropes of cum over Emma; painting her adorable face in 3 long bursts. Deciding she was coated properly, Megan switched her fire over to Jenna. The Latina braces as thick globules of spunk landed on her. Cum dripped off her nose as more landed on her. Megan let the last few shots go between the two until a final feeble dribble landed into Emma's cupped hand.
The futanari surveyed the damage. She had heard, and received, of a pearl necklace. What she had done was a pearl facemask. Two of them. Emma and Jenna had moved together and started to clean themselves up. Fingers and tongues both worked to drink up the futanari girlcum. The sounds of giggling and slurping filled the room as the futanari sat back; spent.
Megan sighed, content at the duo's work. “Consider yourselves under contract.”
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