"Garish", "Surreal", "Lusty", this Comic is an EXPLOSION of Colour and Sensation! NADS-20, colloquially known as Futanarification, is a venereal infection that results in permanent physical and mental changes. Discovered in 2020, it is caused by a unique variant of spirochete, treponema pallidum, which obstructs the lymphatic system and causes fat cells to collect in certain affected areas. It also increases hormone production and stimulates growth in other aspects including organ and muscle tissue. Visible transformation consists usually within 1-3 days and continue for weeks. Symptoms begin mild, but rapidly encourage changes throughout the body. This includes aches, nausea, enlarged bust and buttocks, increased muscle tone, and increased hair-growth. Facial features become more feminine, and in biological women, development of a penis occurs. ►►►
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John’s Ex-Girlfriend “Stephanie”
The last person John expected to see at the bar that night was his ex-girlfriend Stephanie. He wouldn't have recognised her if she hadn't identified him first. The Steph he knew was shorter than him, thin, with modestly sized breasts. The woman standing before him was a statuesque, muscular goddess with enormous bosoms burgeoning against a skin tight dress that also did little to hide the outline of a monstrously-sized penis. He complimented her and remarked at how much she had changed, subtly begging for an explanation. She dodged the question with a smile and a coy "it's a long story". Instead she insisted on buying him some drinks so they could catch up. They left the bar together Ninety minutes and an overcrowded bar table (with empty glasses) later. They made their way back to John's apartment and she wasted no time in unbuckling his pants. She slid down to take his cock into her mouth. It was something they had done a hundred times before, but for some reason, this time it felt different. She was just... better, more erotic than he remembered. It seemed to only last for an instant before he shuddered and came all over her kisser. She swallowed every goey drop. She stood up and shucked the dress away from her tits as he leaned in to suck on one of her erect nipples. She craned her head down to nibble on his ear and whispered, “its your turn now”, in a sultry voice. She put a hand on his shoulder and gently guided him to his knees. She stepped back and hiked up her dress to fish out a behemoth of an erection. She must have sensed the sudden pang of panicked trepidation in him, because she caressed his head and cajoled him into wrapping his lips around the head. She tenderly guided him through the process, explaining how to position his tongue, relax his throat and fight his gag reflex. Before he knew it, he was deepthroating his ex-girlfriend's immense dong. He felt a spasm as red hot semen filled his oesophagus. A couple jets of the stuff was all he could take before he involuntarily lurched back, causing her bouncing rod to send several ropes of cum splattering all over his neck and shirt. She effortlessly pulled him up and onto the bed whilst kissing him on the lips; to her surprise he passed out cold.
In the morning, John woke up alone in his bed. He pulled off the semen-stained shirt and searched for Stephanie, only to find a note that said, “Sorry to run out, but I had to catch”. Confused by this, he decided to move on with his day. He jumped in the shower and noticed that his body felt... Different. His torso felt softer and leaner than he remembered, was he slightly taller too? His arms ached slightly, but he swore that they felt thicker than the day before. As he towelled himself off, he started to feel horny thinking about the night before. He sat on his bed and massaged his cock, noting that it felt way larger & bulkier than usual. His balls were heavier, and they bounced with each stroke. He tried to fantasise about Steph and all the sex they'd had in their relationship but he couldn't. He could only think about the night before. He could only think about how he had choked on Steph’s cock because she had pushed it deep down his throat. The way his eyes began to water as it tickled the back of his gullet, how warm her semen felt as it filled his chest when she unloaded into him.
He reached up to pinch at his nipple and felt the flesh on his pec give in to soft pliability. He got up to retrieve the soiled shirt, and pressed it to his face smelling the cum that had soaked into the threads. The smell sent him into a lustful trance until he felt his palm filling up with semen. As he looked down at the creamy goo he instinctively licked it clean…
Written by Commissioner NF
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