[Fu4F] You brought a spare costume to this con, right? In case your first one gets… dirty?

I fucking love anime cons. Not only are they an excuse to be by shameless geeky self, but they're also stuffed full of the most insanely talented cosplayers, showing off months of work on exceptional handcrafted outfits. On the other hand, there's also plenty of smoking hot girls in skimpy costumes that they'd probably be arrested for wearing outside.

It's paradise. But also hell, especially if you're like me: a nerdy, hypersensitive futanari who hasn't had an opportunity to empty her balls all weekend. I can hardly stand it; hell, I can hardy stand. Why did I pick Sailor Moon as a costume today? Sure, my long, shapely dancer's legs look friggin’ amazing in it, but that's because the skirt is like six inches long. By 3pm I'm practically stumbling around the con floor in my high heeled boots, clutching my sparkly pink bag in front of my crotch as I try desperately not to look at any of the temptations on display.

It's too much. I've never seen so much cleavage. Or sideboob, underboob, overboob, boob windows… and the midriff, from flat and muscled to soft and squishy. The legs, the booties. Fat asses wrapped in latex pants, or a flash of panties under a skirt shorter than my own. The con floor is a loud, multicoloured whirlwind of sexy poses, flirtatious booth babes, jostling bodies rubbing up against me, and all I can hear is the throbbing of my heart as it floods my cheeks with blood red pigment - surprised there's any left, considering what's happening downstairs.

I can't take it anymore, dammit.

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2B groans with delighted exertion as my cock slides past her pulled-aside leotard, bottoming out in her wet, sticky pussy. The fabric still being wrapped tightly around her crotch puts extra pressure on my shaft, which is squeezed within an inch of its life as I sigh in relief.

She tilts her head to glance at me under her knocked-loose blindfold with a wicked grin, then grinds her fat ass back into my hips, swallowing every inch with satisfying effort.

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I don't even recognise the schoolgirl costume this girl is wearing, but she doesn't seem to mind as she drops to her knees behind her stall in Artists’ Alley, eagerly fishing my cock out from under the skirt which was barely hiding it to begin with. She plants a fat, sloppy kiss on its swollen head, and it twitches hungrily against her lips.

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Yor Forger squeals in surprise as my girlcock erupts in her face, a veritable geyser of thick, sticky cum that splatters all over her perfectly applied makeup and splashes down to her ample chest. Still wrapped in that iconic, sexy black dress that drew my eye in the first place, I'm pleased to see her breasts thoroughly marked by my hyperactive seed.

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Rei and Asuna, two of my biggest childhood crushes, writhe as one upon the bed in my hotel room. Stacked on top of each other in their skin-tight plugsuits, they're almost too busy making out with each other for me to interrupt.

Almost.

Rei lets out a muffled squeal as I grab the crotch of her cosplay, tearing it asunder before plunging my cock inside, finding her delightfully wet and burning with hungry heat already. She half-begins to say something, but between Asuna below her and me behind, her protests devolve into grumbling, incoherent whimpers.

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Waking up next to a big titty bunny girl who spent the night in my room.

Slamming Shego in a bathroom stall.

Sliding my cock between Psylocke’s juicy cheeks until the back of her costume is covered in more cum than she's ever seen.

Teaming up with some other futa Sailor Scouts to gang up on some cute, flustered nerd who asked us for a group picture (and sending her on her way with dozens of embarrassing photos and a video worthy of OnlyFans).

There's so many opportunities for debauchery – come pick your favourite. What oversexed cosplay did you come in, and how do we end up entangled, messy and cummy?

Toodle-oo.