Futa Calliope jerks off

The first thing she notices once she wakes is the odd bulge holding her trousers upwards. As she rubs the remaining sleep from her eyes, Calliope almost instantly begins to realize something is amiss. For one, her pants feel particularly tighter than usual, especially around the crotch region. She looks to it, and can make out an odd phallic shape encased in the folds of clothe. Curiosity gets the better of her and as she reaches for it she feels her own fingers grip it. She jerks her hand back in alarm, surprise and shock washing over her slightly. She begins to panic a bit, her breaths becoming shallow and her heart beating faster. She grabs hold of it again, squeezing more firmly this time and sliding her hand over it as well. Oddly it feels rather pleasurable to her and she grips it more firmly, slowly raising her hand up and down its length.

What happens next leaves her speechless. Little by little it begins to stiffen, growing thicker, longer, and girthier. But most strikingly is how much more sensitive it is as well. She continues to gently press her fingers along the shaft, yet the friction and confinement of her pants become painfully uncomfortable; her newfound member pitching a sizable tent, as if it was demanding to be set free. She complied and stood up, quickly resetting the chains to their proper order before moving to her side of the room. Once there she slowly unzips and lowers her pants, causing her now massive cock to flop free. She stares at it in silence and wonders briefly just how she even got this bizarre yet not altogether unpleasant new limp. Was it another of her stupid brother’s attempts to mess with her? Ultimately it didn’t matter. What did was finding a way to make the now aching and pulsing beast calm down, and she could already tell exactly what she’d have to do.

Calliope grasped it once more, feeling it twitch in her hands as she slowly began to slide her hand up down the shaft once more. It felt more enjoyable now in her palm then it had in her pants. And slowly she began to pick up her pace, holding it tighter now. Sliding her hand up to the head and then just as slowly dragging it back down, causing her to shudder in response. She increased her pace further, this time gripping the shaft harder while sliding her palm all the way to the hilt, covering its entire massive length with every jerk. Every time moaning loudly and struggling to keep from falling. Her head felt heavy now and her cock sore, it practically demanding she give it release. But she refused; she wanted to enjoy this as much as she could.

Rapidly she pounded herself, slamming her fist against her lap as she humped the air. Her mouth hung open and she drooled as her foot rapidly tapped the floor. Her eyes were rolled into the back of her head and she screamed loudly as her palm brushed over her head. Finally she could no longer hold back and with a deafening shriek her dick launched a massive wade of cum, flying all the way to her brother’s side and staining the floor. She fell to her rear, panting and desperately still jerking herself. The last feeling of orgasm slowly fading from her as she moaned incoherent pleading for it to remain. Once her afterglow had left her she stood, her once stiff member now becoming flaccid. She tucked it back in her pants, slightly embarrassed at her previous behavior, and more so at the mess she had made. But calliope soon pushed such worries from her mind, all the better for her bastard of a sibling to wake up to his own surprise. Besides, maybe it would teach him to control himself better.

She walked to her computer and opened the viewport to Roxy’s room, catching her in a more private moment. She was playing with herself, her hand down her pants and her other up her shirt. And it was then that Calliope felt that same tightness in her trousers once more.

“oh dear, I thoUght we had settled this.”