Let's See How Much Our Yu-hyun's Dick Has Grown?
“Haa…”
Yu-hyun, who had rushed out after throwing on some clothes, let out a long sigh. Her breath mingled with the cold winter air, turning into a puff of white mist.
“Is this… for real…?”
Dressed in comfortable workout clothes, she stood there hesitantly for a good while outside. She tilted her head up to gaze at the sky, then down at the ground, stamping her feet and spinning in place. She placed her hand on the door handle, then pulled it away, repeating the motion over and over. Finally, she crouched down right there, clutching her head with a muffled Muuuugh!
It was only natural that passersby would stare, but since it was a refined beauty acting this way, they just figured she had some story behind it and moved on. Some even approached cautiously to ask if she was okay.
“Oh, no, I'm fine. Thank you…”
Each time, she brushed it off as nothing, but eventually, she took a deep breath and made up her mind. She had come this far already—there was no turning back now. Besides, the friends who had messaged her to meet up must be just as embarrassed as she was. They had come out to help her despite that shame.
Or maybe not? This feels even more embarrassing than that time…
It was less humiliating than the time her carefully bought swimsuit from all that gym training didn't fit her chest and ended up gathering dust unused.
Maybe not? This might actually be more mortifying.
“Hoo… Alright, I'm going in.”
She steeled herself, vowing not to be shocked no matter what anyone said. With her resolve firm, Yu-hyun pushed open the cafe door.
Ding—a small chime rang out. She stepped inside cautiously, scanning the room, and soon spotted two people waving shyly at her.
She quickly ordered a hot Americano at the counter and headed to their table.
“Oh, it's been a while…”
“Y-yeah… How've you been?”
“Y-yeah… I'm okay, I guess…”
It had only been three weeks since they'd last met, but the awkward situation had them all fumbling their words with Mari. Seo-yoon, sitting beside her, closed her eyes briefly with a hum, arms crossed. Then she opened them and nodded.
“Good. Yu-hyun, you came out here because you wanted to know about that thing we talked about in the messages, right?”
“Y-yeah… right…”
“And Mari, you're here to help your friend as someone who's got that thing too, yeah?”
“Y-yeah?”
“Then let's just cut to the chase. Mari already showed it to us on video call anyway, right?”
“…!”
Mari jolted in surprise and poked Seo-yoon's side. But Seo-yoon kept her calm—no, downright confident—expression as she sipped her coffee.
“What? Did I say something wrong? We're gonna have to talk about this in detail anyway—do we really have to beat around the bush every time?”
“I get that, but this is a cafe…!”
“That's why I'm avoiding specifics and just calling it that thing.”
She must have ordered a cappuccino—white foam clung to her lips, though she seemed oblivious.
“Seo-yoon, you've got some on your mouth.”
“Huh? Oh, thanks.”
Seo-yoon wiped it off with her thumb and cleaned her hand on a napkin. The casual gesture reminded Yu-hyun of herself that morning, dealing with the mess after three loads all over her hands, and she couldn't help but flinch.
“So, it grew this morning, right?”
Was Mari's the same, since they lived together? Seo-yoon didn't seem fazed at all, her usual nonchalant vibe intact. It was just like the girl she'd always known from school days, which put Yu-hyun's mind at ease. The tension eased a bit, letting her open up.
“It wasn't there until yesterday. Around dawn, I felt off—cold sweats, fever…”
Recalling last night, she continued. At first, she thought it was just a winter cold from working out and cooling down too fast. Her fever-addled brain couldn't think straight, and the stomach pain seemed like flu symptoms tagging along. She'd been hitting the gym a lot during break anyway.
“But when I woke up this morning… it was there.”
“That thing, huh.”
“Yeah… that thing.”
No one needed to spell it out—everyone got it.
“Your coffee order's ready. Enjoy~”
The clerk brought it right to the table and left. With just the three of them now, they all picked up their cups. It wasn't the kind of talk for sober minds, but daytime drinking wasn't appealing either. Not in this mood.
“So, did you… let it out?”
“Pffft—!”
Yu-hyun spat out her coffee, coughing and hacking to clear her throat.
“You okay?”
“Y-yeah… Just caught me off guard, that's all.”
“Sorry. Should've eased into it.”
“No, it's fine. I guess I need to get used to it…”
Glancing at Mari beside Seo-yoon, Yu-hyun asked slyly.
“So, Mari, you too, earlier…?”
“Y-yeah… I took care of it good.”
Blushing and squirming as she scratched her cheek, Mari looked embarrassed. From her reaction, Seo-yoon didn't know Mari had kept the video call on during their romp, letting Yu-hyun hear the sounds. Their eyes met, and Mari winked—confirmation. For some reason, Yu-hyun didn't feel like telling Seo-yoon either.
“So, you did it solo? Or…?”
She already knew, but turned to Seo-yoon next to Mari. Seo-yoon blushed a little at this one, picking up her cup again.
“I… helped a bit. Just a little.”
A little? Sure… Yu-hyun thought but didn't press. She trusted there was a reason Mari was keeping it quiet. They went way back to childhood fights, but on important stuff like this, they didn't lie or hide. No grudges—they'd argue, make up quick, and be fine.
“Got it. Actually, I did it this morning too…”
“For real? Right away?”
“Y-yeah… like three times?”
“Three times?!”
“What're you staring at me for? I do more than that.”
“No, I mean… that's why.”
“W-well, mine's a bit bigger… maybe that's it?”
“Oh, like more volume means more buildup, so more releases?”
“Yeah. Otherwise, it doesn't add up. Unless I'm just hornier than average.”
“Hmm… sure.”
Seo-yoon smirked and asked her.
“Speaking of, how big is it? Measured yet? Looked decent-sized even from earlier.”
“N-not exactly… but it overflows my hand a bit…?”
“Ooh, like 15 cm then?”
“No ruler at my place…”
“Right, college kids don't really need one. Don't think you had one in high school either.”
“H-ha…”
“Smaller than Mari's, so that's a relief at least.”
“Th-that much?”
“Yeah. Couldn't even tell through your clothes when you walked in.”
“Phew, good thing. I wore baggy workout stuff on purpose.”
She showed off her hoodie.
“Top's oversized too. Worth it.”
“Size-wise, it's pretty average for a guy, so hiding it should be easy. Mari, on the other hand…”
“What. Yeah, mine's big. So?”
“Nah, it suits you great.”
“…For real?”
“Totally. Not saying yours doesn't suit you or anything…”
“Haha, got it, no worries…”
Thanks to that, they could finally open up. Hide it from parents for now, keep it secret from the Korean Awakener Association too. Her body was strengthening bit by bit since becoming a futanari, but a few days felt normal enough to pass. The Association said they'd call if more info was needed, but no visit reports online meant caution. Futanari orgasms last longer than men's, so cleanup's key. And release at least three times a day to avoid buildup, inflammation. All those tips eased her mind. She wasn't alone. It felt reassuring just knowing that—especially from longtime school friends she trusted.
Chatting like old times again, they finished their coffees and stepped out.
“So…”
“Shall we move somewhere else?”
“Huh?”
“We couldn't really show it here after all.”
“Sh-show it?! What? You mean that?!”
Mari and Seo-yoon checked for onlookers, then mimed gripping something and shaking it up and down.
“Gotta check. See the differences up close, if it works right…”
“And finally, if it's like mine.”
“D-do we really have to?”
“Yeah. Gotta know your own body, right?”
They took turns coaxing her until, before she knew it, the three were at a nearby private room cafe—and already inside.
“W-we're really doing this here?! Your place would've been better!”
“Oh, uh…”
“Spilled something on the bed this morning, so the blankets are in the wash… haha…”
She knew they'd fucked like animals, but Yu-hyun couldn't bring herself to say it.
“Haa… is this really happening?”
She muttered as she cautiously lowered her pants. Her briefly calmed heart started racing again.