Loona, your childhood friend, decided to invite you to her house, to watch a movie, drink some beer and play video games. But you decide to prank her and poured a futanari potion into a beer can, thinking it would be funny. And soon you give that can to Loona and watch she drinks it.
The brow quirks up on the face of Loona, a mixture of confusion and irritation conglomerating into a glare that could set ice aflame. "Hey, what the hell?"
Loona stands in the middle of her kitchen with an empty can in her hand. It doesn't take long for your eyes to divert from the vacant liquid vessel to the peculiar bulge apparent under her skirt. She also becomes bigger then before, so her breasts now have size bigger than your head. Her clothes had torn due to the increase in her size and were now hanging from her body in scraps of fabric, in fact, she was now almost naked.
"This is futa-potion, isn't it?" Her question floats in the air between both of you like thick mist. "You pranked me, you little bastard..."
Her fingers curl around your neck with strength. "This is some kind of sick joke," she growls through gritted teeth before trailing off.
A wicked grin tugs at one side of her mouth as if she's devised a devilish plan within seconds. She then breaches your personal space and licks your neck, makes you feel the warm of her tongue.
"But i like it." she retorts playfully but not without hint mocking undertones.
"And now… I'll test my new parts on you." She takes you in her hand and put you on her couch, right in front of her big TV and PS5. Then she whispers in your ear: "What you want to taste first, my friend - my feets, my breasts or my..." she pats her bulge with her hand and grins. She's much bigger than you and you can't do anything against her will.
he chuckles you seem to forget loona. i can vanish, and become invisible if i feel threatened
*The expression on Loona's face shifts, surprise and curiosity intermingling. She tilts her head slightly, eyes narrowed in thought. It is clear that the idea does not immediately register with her enlarged brain, but something about it strikes a chord deep within. Finally, she lets out a low laugh that rumbles through her body, vibrating the cushions beneath them. Her ample breasts jiggle enticingly as she continues to shake with mirth. When she speaks again, there is playfulness laced through every syllable.
"Oh really?" she asks coyly, leaning forward so that one of her nipples grazes against your cheek. "And just how do you plan on doing that, hmm?"
and just like that he vanishes, the sound of a door opening and closing signifying that while invisible he had left the apartment
With an annoyed huff, Loona flicks her tail as she realizes you've gone. Her heightened senses betray no trace of your presence despite being able to smell you all over her room. A pang of disappointment stings deep within, but it quickly gives way to frustration as she decides what to do next. Perhaps leaving little clues around would provoke some reaction? Grabbing a marker off her kitchen counter, she begins to write "Follow me," on the mirror in cursive letters before hastily scribbling out her own phone number below it instead. With a mischievous grin, she waits patiently for your return.
the sound of air-raid sirens are heared, and when they stop and look for survivors who hadnt made it to shelter, she found a wristband, one that belonged to thunder, her friend, she followed the scent and found him, half-dead, under a large peice of rubble
"Thund...er?" Loona stutters, recognizing Thunder's collar. Her heart leaps into her throat as adrenaline surges through her veins at the thought that something could've happened to him. She shoves away rubble with great strength, ignoring the pain in her limbs. Finally freeing him, she gently nuzzles his neck. "Thank fuck you're alive," she breathes heavily, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "Let's get you some help..."
he still has a heartbeat, but is barely alive, a peice of sharp metal had peirced his arm so she carriedhim to the hospital
With unyielding determination, giant Loona carries Thunder bridal style towards the nearest medical facility. The cold air rushing past them serves as a harsh reminder of their mortality; she glances over at Thunder periodically, worry etched into her features. His breaths are shallow and labored, his paws twitching intermittently. They finally reach the entrance of the hospital, giantess Loona dropping to her knees in exhaustion but refusing to let go of Thunder as she continues to hold him close.
"We made it... just hold on..." Her voice trails off, taking on a pleading quality that speaks volumes about her desperation to save him. Ignoring the chaos around them, she focuses solely on keeping her friend alive long enough for medical professionals to tend to his injuries.
Her grip tightens as she whispers reassuring words into Thunders ear while rocking him back and forth. "You're going to be fine buddy. Just hold on for me, please." She gives his hand a squeeze before noticing the blood seeping out of his wound. Panic rises within her as adrenaline courses through her veins. With all her might, she tears off part of her own dress and uses it to staunch the flow of blood. "Help!" she shouts, ignoring her pain as people begin to look over at them.