"What?" Rachel snickered, skimming through the rules of the Futa Note. Their clothes were back on haphazardly, arousal tempered by a mixture of worry and intrigue.

"It's exactly as I said. It changes people. I write their names, add details, and..." Carmen shrugged, "Don't you think it's weird that everyone's name in the book has a penis? Your sister, Mary, Zoey?"

"They've always been like that," Rachel said and handed it back, "I mean, it's a weird coincidence that I know them all, but it's not like you did it."

"Got a pencil?" Carmen asked, she flipped to the rules page and her eyes shone, though she didn't mention anything else.

"Why not a pen?"

"It's permanent unless I can erase the words. I don't know about paint or the like, but I don't want to chance it," Carmen explained. Rachel got up and found one, handing it over with a bemused smile as her girlfriend wrote her name. Pain lanced through Rachel's head and brought her down. She was caught in Carmen's arms, shaking as a lifetime of memories, of seeing her sister acting 'normal' as she was milked like a cow, were contrasted by an actually normal childhood. Same with Zoey, who she'd have sworn always had a dick. It was real.

"Oh my god." Rachel extracted herself and looked at her girlfriend in a new light. Gorgeous, smart and controlled before, now she was powerful atop all that. If she could alter everyone's memories, turn Leah into a walking, talking cow-girl, then nothing seemed beyond her. This was a power belonging to a goddess. And deities were vengeful. If she didn't say anything there, it'd only get worse, and she didn't want to imagine what could be done to her. Or how it would hurt Carmen down the line.

"I got that coffee shop burned down," Rachel blurted.

Carmen's face fell. She set the book down in her lap and stared ahead, "Soothe the Soul?"

Rachel nodded, "Yes. And... and I gave Gretchen the idea to... to, um, separate you and Stacy." She curled up away from Carmen, waiting for the inevitable explosion of rage. She counted the ticking of each second, a countdown to destruction. It never came. Daring a glance over her arms, she checked on Carmen, who stared at the Futa Note, arms tense and face sharp. Anyone could see the gears turning over in her head, and the scales that weighed pros and cons. There was no doubt that Rachel would be a new entry.

"I've gotta go," Carmen said as flat and cold as the Arctic. She gathered her belongings, cramming them back into her bag and smoothed out her clothes. All was methodical, like a machine at work, while Rachel just watched from the couch in a position of weakness. Once that glorious rear strode away and the door slammed, she crumbled. What she did was all to get Zoey back, and now she was alone. She picked up her phone. Maybe Zoey would help? Shaking, she hit call and waited. The tone started and rang out until she went to voice mail. Of course she wouldn't want to talk. Rachel had nothing to do but wait.

Carmen filled line after line with furious scribbles. Her elegant script was dead to her fingers, which carried out her maelstrom of thoughts with unerring precision, slashing out each angry idea that surfaced. No names were added, she needed the right concept first. Something that summed up her and Stacy's torment. Her family had faced separation, her mother would've done anything to keep her and Melody, and Stacy lost her business. They were broken up by that redheaded bitch.

But didn't it work out for the best? The thought staggered her rage and forced her to look around, ears perked up to hear Melody giggling next door. Her mother was out working on investments for their fortune. It... would they've been better off if Rachel hadn't forced her hand? No, obviously not.

Something dripped onto the notebook. Carmen wiped at her eyes and found tears. A different hand dealt with the other eye.

"Didn't it all work out for the best?" Ryuka asked, repeating her prior thought. Carmen looked away and snapped the pencil in her hand, "Your sister is happy. Your mother is happy. You were happy. What's done is done, Carmen. Nothing can change that."

"I'm not so sure," Carmen said and traced a finger over a page, her face mutating into a sneer, "This thing can alter memories, medical records, and people's bodies. Why can't it change the past too?"

"Don't you dare!" Ryuka snapped, hand coming down like a hammer on the book, "That is Nature's Law. It's not something like toying with people, you'd be warping the universe. The consequences for such a thing are indescribable. You break Nature and it will extol a horrible price."

"So it's not all powerful," Carmen scoffed.

"I don't see why you're so torn about this," Ryuka said and rubbed at her hand, "Rachel clearly loves you. She wouldn't tell you that otherwise."

"It's not just about me. She could've gotten Stacy killed," Carmen cracked a knuckle in her sudden tense, remembering her former boss covered in soot, struggling to breathe on that night.

"You already got Ashley. She was the one responsible for the main part, wasn't she? Why not target Gretchen? None of this would've happened if she was a mindless bimbo."

Carmen went to her bed and flopped onto her back. Everyone was to blame, but no one was solely responsible. She couldn't just write one name and be done with it all. No, she didn't need to write any names. It was her problem. The past was set, but she could control her future. This reaction jeopardised that control. Didn't she want to be happy anymore?

Then her phone blared at her. She checked it; Mary was calling. Time had trickled away into the afternoon without her noticing. Carmen sighed and accepted.

"Hello?"

"Hey Carmen, so glad you got a new phone. I can actually understand you now," Mary said, bubbly as always, if a little breathless.

"Hi Carmen!" Ashley's voice shouted through the line.

"Ashley says 'hi'."

"Yeah, I heard her," Carmen said.

"So..."

"What?"

"How are you feeling about it? I assume you two are gonna do the nasty tonight."

"It... we're not."

"Aw, but you sounded pretty eager earlier," Mary said, then took a second, "Did something happen?"

"She... Rachel gave Gretchen the idea about Soothe the Soul. To burn it down. And she's the reason Stacy never contacted me," Carmen explained, tasting hatred and bile on the words.

"Oh... oh, yeah, that's... Sorry, that's a lot to take in. It could've been worse though, right?"

"Worse? Mary, Stacy lost her business. I'm pretty sure she was blackmailed to stay away from me. I fucking loved her. Now every time I see her it's like I don't know what to do, and she just... it hurts." Carmen seethed at her inability to identify just how she felt. Emotions should be easy. They weren't advanced academics, or handing a business. Then why couldn't she handle them when she needed to.

"Trust me, Gretchen's a piece of shit," Mary said, "Burning the place down is horrible, I'm not saying it isn't, but she couldn't gone a lot further. I never met Stacy, but she sounds nice. Gretchen would've broken her spirit and had her spinning on poles in days, then doing drugs, then working a corner just to survive. She's way more dangerous than a fire."

Carmen's heart collapsed, her lungs tightened and her mouth went dry at the mere thought. She'd have saved Stacy, but the mere fact that Mary was certain it could have gone that bad terrified her. Even in this reality, where Gretchen didn't have Ashley's fortune, she was just as dangerous. Mary has to be exaggerating, Carmen thought, but she had her doubts.

"And Rachel was just trying to get you away from Zoey," Mary said.

"Huh?"

"I mean, I never said anything, but anyone with a brain knew she was into Zoey. Then Zoey starts trying to get into your pants and... you know. Jealousy is a stupid good motivator."

Carmen sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Rachel hadn't mentioned anything like that, but it was obvious she was overprotective of Zoey. Jealousy and protection can blur together, feeding the other's worst habits and taking it to extremes. She still went too far, even if she wasn't directly involved.

"Just cut Rachel some slack, okay?"

"Maybe," Carmen said.

"Well, think about it. Also, thanks for finally telling me who you're dating."

Carmen blinked and realised what she'd revealed, "Oh, fuck."

"It's cool. Just, you know, if you guys break up, let me know. I'd love a shot at you. Huh? And Ashley wants a go too. By the way, she might need some help soon, so when you get the chance..."

Carmen cracked a smile, "I will. You're sure it's fine? Me and Rachel?"

"Gretchen might throw a fit when she finds out, but yeah it's-SHIT! Dammit, Ashley. Don't just, ugh, it's all in my hair. Sorry, Carmen, I need to teach someone a lesson about not fucking up my hair. See ya!"

With that, the line went dead and Carmen was left to stare at the ceiling. Ryuka floated in her periphery.

"So, the cats out of the bag, huh?"

"Mary has no filter," Carmen sighed. The news would be spread around in a matter of days, but was it really a big deal. She didn't need to keep it a secret in the first place. Something had to be wrong with her, that she didn't trust anyone enough to share that. Even her mother hadn't known she was gay until a short while ago.

She went back to her desk and the Futa Note. It had the power to change people, mind and body, even herself. Everything was the way it should be. Her life was on track, her family was together and happy. The only one holding out was herself. Carmen shook the thought loose. She didn't need the book to improve herself. The past was done, it's only job was to lay the paths forward. Her job was just to pick the right one.

Carmen grabbed her phone and texted Rachel 'come over tomorrow. I'll let you know when.'

'OK' was the short reply. Carmen sat back down and traced a hand over her body, reliving the sensations of Rachel touching, all but worshipping her. Perhaps it wasn't love and just rampant lust, but she had to know for sure. If things went wrong, then maybe she would turn to the Futa Note. Until then, she needed to unwind after refusing her body it's earlier release.

When did masturbation become a stress relief? After sleep eluded her all that night, she jerked off to try calming down, if anything it seemed to rile her anxiety the moment her last drops were expelled. Her production had leapt forward as well, which made cleaning up a nightmare of its own. By the time she fell asleep, it was too late for any useful rest and she woke up with bags under her eyes. A brilliant way to start a day that could make or break her current relationship.

Her mother and Melody were going out for a few hours. Turned out that getting Melody some truly nutritious meals, and more freedom to snack, took its tall and she had gained a small pot belly to match her new height. The plan was to hike every week and help her trim down a little. Cute as she was with some extra chub, Carmen didn't want her sister to grow up into a slob. Or like Leah, satisfied with her lot in life.

Carmen told Rachel to start heading over and waited in the living room. Her exhaustion was clear enough for Melody to give her a little break, instead showing off some new clothes she got the other day, and the eerily adorable puppy backpack she carted around. They needed a dog or cat. Some kind of pet. It'd be nice to have a small companion for her studies... studies that she didn't need to worry about anymore. Carmen groaned at the thought, one which crept up more than she'd like. She didn't know what she wanted in life anymore, but her standards couldn't be compromised because of that.

Until then, other less adult issues faced her. Timid knocks were greeted by an exuberant Melody, who called out to Carmen.

"Carmen, your girlfriend is here!" The emphasis on 'girlfriend' sounded jealous. Carmen snickered at her sister and went to see her face, which had a lovely pout on it.

"Is that a problem?" Carmen asked.

"Nope!" Melody pouted more, "Just don't do anything gross."

"Oh? Like what?"

"Like, you know, kissing and holding hands."

"You mean like this?" Carmen mashed the girl into her chest and pecked at her cheeks, exaggerating each sound. Melody squealed and pushed on her, the sensation of which Carmen would never admit felt nice, until she was freed from her squishy prison.

"Yes! Don't do that!" Melody said.

"Come on, time to go," Alicia said, her own backpack filled with their supplies. Carmen doubted her sister had packed anything but a few stuffed toys, maybe a spare shirt if she got too sweaty. In the doorway, Alicia stopped and glanced back at Rachel, then at Carmen, "Whatever happens, just keep the house clean."

The door shut before Carmen's blush could surface. She looked to Rachel and noticed the same thing, vastly more pronounced on her paler cheeks, though her face was obscured by her hair. Her usually punkish clothes were missing, instead she resembled a demure housewife more than the spunky girl Carmen knew. She glanced up and back down in the same instant, as if afraid to look at Carmen.

"You'd already know if I wrote your name," Carmen said and walked back to the living room. They sat on different chairs.

"So, what's up?" Rachel asked with fragile pep to her voice. Getting a look at her, she hadn't slept any better than Carmen, perhaps worse.

"I'm not going to write your name either," Carmen said and leaned back with a dramatic sigh, "I thought about it. A lot. I wrote whole pages of... anyway, you're not in trouble."

"But I... don't I deserve it? Mary did a lot less to you and you wrote her name, right?"

"She was a repeat offender." Carmen grinned.

"What about Zoey? And Dakota?"

"Dakota was a test. I didn't know it was permanent then. And I wanted to help Zoey."

"By making her a super-tall, super-endowed, super fucking hot Amazon?" Rachel asked, incredulous.

Carmen's face boiled and she hung her head, "It, uh... I, um..."

"It's cool! Really, I mean it. She deserves to be awesome in other ways. And, well, I might of done the same thing." Rachel frowned, "What about my sister? The worst thing she might've done is get your order wrong."

"Uh, that was... I got turned on and wasn't thinking clearly," Carmen said, careful to omit Ryuka's involvement, and that the resemblance to Rachel had been a partial factor, "She reminded me of Stacy as well."

"Okay," Rachel said.

"Okay? You're not mad I turned your sister into what she is?"

"Not really. She's the same as ever, actually she's happier now I'd say. Just wish she wasn't so horny all the time. Everyday, it's always a new guy or girl, sometimes multiple and it gets pretty loud. Good thing our parents are away. So what about you? Why did you write your own name?"

"I haven't," Carmen cast a look over her own body, increasingly curvaceous and decadent with every passing day. If the book hadn't altered her wardrobe at first, she might've been in serious trouble, though that power seemed to be fading. Or was it focusing on something else?

"So you were born like that?" Rachel asked, leaning forward suddenly with eyes wide and sparking.

"U-um, no. The book did this. It's been changing me ever since I found it."

"Wait. I touched it. Am I gonna become like you?" Rachel asked, that excitement building further.

"No, she won't. There'd be changes by now," Ryuka said, popping into the conversation, then floated away before Carmen glared at her.

"No. I think you need to have it for a while." At her words, Rachel's face fell and she folded her arms in a huff.

"Just my luck, everyone gets to be stupid curvy with big dicks and then there's me. Flat as a board and short to boot. Life's so unfair," Rachel said. She didn't know what she had, Carmen thought. As she was, Rachel was cuter than almost any other girl out there. Not to mention that her height and figure made her seem younger. Although, a nice pair of tits and an ass to match might pair well, and give something to hold while they...

Carmen rolled her eyes at herself. Was she over what Rachel did already? Resentment still lingered, but desire warred against it, and something else was there too. She expected to feel cold upon seeing her again, perhaps gradually warm up and they could restart, instead there was relief and a measure of excitement. They were alone, after all, where no one would bother them for the next few hours. Her mind flashed to yesterday and how close they came to going all the way.

Her fingers tingled at the memory of how close they'd been to Rachel's sex. Her cock swelled in longing for Rachel's lips and hands, and her pussy wept for its lost orgasm. She shouldn't after what happened. Rachel should be made to atone in some way, not made to cum by Carmen's overwhelming lust. But that was atonement to some capacity.

They shouldn't. Carmen didn't know what sex with her cock would be like, but if it was as intense as she feared, then she might lose herself to it. Even with Stacy, before she grew the damn penis, she had struggled to maintain her focus on school. Everyday, she had longed for those sensations, and even now their phantoms teased her. She handled it before, she'd do it again. It was just sex. People had it all the time and got on with their lives. And she had spent most of her life in discipline. What was one more temptation?

"Come on," Carmen said and stood. She headed up the stairs, followed close by Rachel, who she was certain gawked at her ass. It filled her pants to their comfortable limits, and left no illusion as to how shapely it was. Her cock swelled down a leg, escaping her underwear, its shape bulged through clearer by the second as blood flowed through the veins, and turned her strides into awkward steps. Once in her room, she turned and saw Rachel hesitate in the doorway.

She fidgeted in place, her eyes darted left to right without a second to linger. An errant bead of sweat rolled down her cheek. Her throat tightened, lips moved and her feet shuffled awkwardly. Carmen grinned and sauntered up to her, finally giving something for Rachel to focus on. In this case, it was her bulge.

"I... can I ask you something?" Rachel asked once she was face-to-breast with Carmen. Standing so close, and from Carmen's higher perch, the petite girl's head seemed a match, if not smaller than the breasts straining to get her.

"Yes?" Carmen brought a hand up and ran it through her hair. Red like a luxurious wine, and smooth as silk, it ran through her pale fingers, which sizzled with the urge to grab hold. Lust pounded in her every vein, half fuelled by fondness for Rachel, and half by the leftover rage still in her head.

"Would you write my name? In that book?"

Many things had confused Carmen since she got the book. How such a thing existed, the fact she harboured strange, outright depraved urges, and now Rachel added to that disorder by wanting to be turned into a freakish amalgam of genders. It spoke volumes about Carmen, that her cock spat pre-cum at the prospect. She glanced to the book on her desk, unopened, yet it called to her, even the organised pens and pencils nearby leered at her. If Rachel wanted it, then Carmen had no right to refuse. She wasn't asking for anything special either. Carmen had all the power to do as she wished without repercussion.

"You can't be serious?" Carmen asked, but she was already backing up toward her desk. Temptation oozed from her subconscious, fantastical ideas she'd only indulged in when she masturbated. So many possibilities. Aside from her hair and cute face, Rachel had so many options, any of which would leave her unrecognisable. She could become an Amazon like Zoey, or a cum-cow like Ashley, or perhaps something new. A giant cock with a human body attached? Carmen stifled a giggle.
"I am," Rachel said and followed her, large eyes peering up through lashes, glimmering with possibility and lust, "Write my name. Make me a futa."

"It's permanent."

"So what?" Rachel forced her back to the desk, suddenly in command as she pressed closer, "I know you're gay, but don't deny that girls with cocks turns you on. The moment I mentioned it, you got harder. So come on, give me something you find hot. Make me your little fuck toy if you want."

Carmen cracked a nervous smile, "I thought you didn't like being small?"

"I don't like being this height and so skinny. If I'm gonna be flat, then I should've been shorter. Hmm, I wouldn't mind being your personal loli."

"Isn't that illegal?"

"I'm eighteen. It's just appearances for us. Or are you into a little roleplay?" Rachel prodded, eyes thinning seductively, then she turned and pressed her back against Carmen, taking her hands and pulling them around herself, "I'm the reason something awful happened to you and Stacy. Let me satisfy you."

"It wasn't your fault. Gretchen would've found out and done something worse," Carmen said, trying to keep control, but she waged a losing battle. She felt Rachel's heat against her crotch, the hairs on her head rubbing her chest through clothes, and her hands found Rachel's own nipples had hardened. This wasn't just a bid for atonement, but a genuine desire.

"Maybe, but I want this. You want it too," Rachel said, breath coming heavier as Carmen's arousal swelled further.

"I thought about using it on you," Carmen admitted, leaning lower and putting her lips against Rachel's ear. The petite girl shuddered from her breath, "I wondered about making you into a brainless puppet, or some uncontrollable monster. Even a human-sized dick."

Rachel chuckled and cooed as Carmen nipped her earlobe, "What about tentacles? You almost went full hentai, just missing those."

"You're such a pervert," Carmen said and teased the girl's nipples. Her tongue rolled traced a tendon on Rachel's neck, coming around like a serpent entrapping its prey.

"Yes, I am," Rachel sighed and tilted her head, gasping as bruising kisses rained down, "So, what're you waiting for? Hurry up and use those things on me. I'm giving you full consent, and I'm not drunk."

"I don't know," Carmen moved her mouth over Rachel's cheeks toward her lips, "Let me taste just to make sure." She devoured Rachel, tongue rushing in and sampling every square inch in its reach. The smaller muscle went to combat it, but was dominated just as fast. Hot breaths rushed from their noses. Rachel reached up, then moaned as her wrists were held tight, captive in Carmen's power. Her legs were pushed apart by Carmen's knee, which pressed into the crotch of her pants and rubbed at the spreading dampness.

When they separated, Rachel was flushed and left gasping for air. Carmen remained composed, her eyes alight, but she breathed evenly as she reached back for the book. Grazing its cover, a tingle spread from her fingers, down into her loins and pushed her cock against Rachel's back. The redhead sank to her knees and turned around, hands climbing for the futa's waistband.

"You write. I'll start apologising," Rachel said and pulled. A smile crept along her face as, inch by inch, Carmen's prick was unleashed. The head snapped up and smacked her chin, foreskin peeling back as more blood flooded in. She raised it like a divine idol and licked from the base, tongue nestled deep into the nook of skin between cock and scrotum, all the way up. Carmen leaned on her desk and grabbed the book, obscuring Rachel as the redhead opened wide.

Opening the page, Carmen moaned as a dank heat enshrouded her glans. She held pencil to paper and started writing, her lust whispered sweet nothings, shaped her words, and Rachel by extension, until she was ready to write the name. In that short time, over half her dick was warmed and coated, the other half throbbed in envy. Then, as the final 's' was written in Rachel's name, the redhead lurched forward with a retch and moan. Glistening eyes met Carmen as she put the book away.

Rachel held her place. All that moved was her mouth and throat, both working over the slab of meat buried inside. Her tongue undulated along the belly, her spit overflowed down her chin, while she swallowed, gullet tightening in rhythmic undulations. Pre-cum spilled and coated her oesophagus, strings of it formed as she pulled back. She pushed her lips out, trying to keep every inch that she could and formed a lewd vacuum with her face. It came free with a wet pop and stood, hard as stone.

"It's bigger," Rachel said and gathered the viscous strings hanging from her lips, a mixture of pre-cum and her own spit, then shovelled the load back in. She made a big show of it, moaning at the flavours, before a gasp and shudder rocked her body.

"Oh god. What the fuck?" She crammed a hand down her pants, muscles working as she pleasured herself. A moan rumbled deep in her chest and vibrated through her mouth, into Carmen's prick that she took back inside. The transformation had its way with her as she sucked, her body slowly morphing into what Carmen desired and, through it all, Rachel moaned, slurped and panted. She bobbed to and fro, throat opening for the cock as she crammed it into herself. Her own grew in the meantime.

"Stop," Carmen said and pushed her away, then motioned for the bed, "I want to watch this."

Rachel nodded and walked over. Every step launched another shard of pleasure in her body. She pulled at her clothes, became baggier on her frame until they all but slid off, except her underwear that struggled more every second. Glancing down, Rachel gasped and pulled at her training bra. She'd never needed anything more for her tiny bosom, yet now mounds were blooming where a flat plain once sat. They weighed on her and jiggled as she walked. As did her ass. So preoccupied, she didn't notice its change until she sat down.

"Oh my god!" Rachel gasped and fell to her back, new breasts heaving as they tried rolling over the sides. She arched her lower back, thighs parting as meat packed on, and her pussy drooled like a starving beast. The clit engorged into a ping pong ball, while the skin above morphed into foreskin and filled with new veins and tubes.

Carmen stood just a foot away. She stroked her drool slathered cock to the sight, grinning as she waited for Rachel to notice the other surprise. Second after second, Rachel's breasts swelled into a natural set of bowling balls, made even larger given her shorter body, while her ass outshone them as it bellowed out in all directions. A sack of loose skin crept over her fattened cunt, gradually filling with testicles that surpassed tennis balls and still grew. They had to match the looming shaft. It fell under its own weight and slapped Rachel's chest.

It was excessive. Unnecessary. A behemoth that didn't belong on her body. On Zoey, such a size made a modicum of sense given her stature, but for Rachel it might as well be a third leg. Still it grew and bumped her chin. As it passed her eye-level, she finally noticed another change. Her legs no longer draped as far off the bed.

"Stand up," Carmen said and helped her up. The cock plummeted and slapped against Carmen's chest, the head level to her breasts, but that changed as Rachel's final change took hold.

"You bitch," Rachel laughed and cradled her humongous shaft with tiny hands. At its end, Rachel was forced to tilt her head far back just to look past her girlfriend's immense rack. Despite her new height of 4'2'', she sported curves porn stars spent thousands on, most to disappointing results. Not under the Futa Note's power.

Carmen sat down and hefted her tiny friend onto her lap. Plush ass cheeks swallowed her thighs and squeezed her cock, which nestled between the pert mountains. It dribbled pre-cum over them, which she rubbed in, cooing at the soft yet resilient flesh. She sank down and moved her hands to Rachel's breasts, inspecting the book's handiwork. Buoyant and smooth, capped by plump areolae and nipples, and so deliciously soft, Carmen sank her fingers in. She opened them wide and, as if responding to her thoughts, the cock leapt up. It was snatched between them.

"Oh! Fuck, that's... it feels so good," Rachel gasped and stroked the base.

"Of course it does," Carmen said as she massaged the tits around Rachel's cock, "At this size, your nerves are compacted. Everything that felt good normally, will feel several times better. Hold them for me. But I suppose I should've added some caveats." As she spoke, Carmen lifted the balls aside and inspected the altered pussy, which had also swollen. She'd only written that Rachel's decreased mass would go to her genitalia. At least most of it went where intended.

"So, hmm, what now?" Rachel asked, rubbing her tits all over her shaft and using the pre-cum to go faster.

"Why don't you finish what you started? We'll go from there," Carmen said with a parting stroke along the plump vulva. Perhaps it was the Futa Note's influence, but she would claim that hole long before the day was out. It wasn't a question of if she should anymore. Rachel wanted this. She wanted it. There was no reason to refuse her urges here.

Rachel climbed off. She might've lost a foot of height, and her curves were exaggerated masterpieces, but otherwise her proportions were the same. She fell to her knees and opened wide for Carmen's cock, then frowned as she struggled to fit it in.

"I can't wait to feel your throat now," Carmen said and, bidding farewell to rational thought, pushed Rachel down.