I shot my eyes down to my fiery bush. I moaned in delight as my new cock thrust out of the curls.Pink and pulsing. It grew with every beat of my heart... I groaned and squirmed. It swelled over B's stomach. The tip flared into that familiar pink helmet, the shaft becoming fleshy, little veins running beneath the skin.“I'm a futa!” I howled.“Yes, you are,” B said, though her lips didn't move. “Look at that huge futa-cock you grew.”I gasped, feeling unseen hands stroking my dick. A wet mouth. "Eagerly, she did as I said. Soon, my cock was clean.During all of this I took more pictures of her with my phone."Like before, put my dick head in your mouth."I felt my wonderful cock get hard and grow as she followed my instructions."Now, pump me with both of your hands."I moaned as Sharon seemed to do no wrong, "I-I'm going to come soon. Swallow every drop."With her mouth full she could only make "uh huh" sounds.I thrusted my hips forward and blasted into her mouth.Sharon gulped as quickly. The day we both measured, he was about six inches when it was hard and about half again my thickness. I always liked it when we roughhoused in the water. Sometimes, instead of shrinking, we got hard when we wrestled, our hard cocks rubbing together felt good to me. Tony never seemed to mind it either.That evening after we ate, we still hadn’t dressed. There was nobody else around, we were comfortable, so who cared? Anyway, after we cooked and filled our bellies Tony brought out a bottle of wine. Hoby had her place her hands together in front of her and clipped the cuffs together with a carabineer. He then pulled her arms up stretching them as far as he could with her feet on the floor and clipped the cuffs to the chain. With her arms bound over her head, Ashley took a deep breath. She had now given up total control. Up to this point there was a way out but instead she now relied on Hoby to release her. As Ashley was deep in thought, Hoby had gone over to the supply wall and collected a.