Accessible

By TwrchTwryth

Sophomore Year

KC Barnhart was just coming out of one of the stall of the second north bathroom  when she saw something that caught her eye. Across the room, on the far side of the showers, a wheelchair with a familiar blonde occupant disappeared behind the curtain to the accessible shower.

It was early in the morning (at least by college student standards) and KC had a few needs. She needed to shower, she needed breakfast, and she needed to deal with her morning wood. As a hyperphallic hermaphrodite, this meant a four-ish foot erection that was, fortunately, still flexible enough for her to wrap around her back. Fortunately, she figured that Rhiannon Abernathy could help her with all three.

Rhiannon was the only student in a wheelchair in Purl Hall, and she and KC were good enough friends that KC didn't think twice about what she did next. As the shower started running, KC quickly hurried across the bathroom, from her stall to the showers, and snuck that momentous erection through the curtain and toward the bench where Rhiannon would be sitting.

"Oh my God, KC!?" Rhiannon exclaimed through a series of guffaws. KC felt the blonde take hold of her phallic python.

"Maybe..." KC murmured, looking around to make sure that no one was watching. KC was wearing a green XXXL t-shirt that hung like a tent around her body (all the better for hiding her cock) and some red basketball shorts, normal sleeping attire for her. She had her shirt up and her shorts down to let her member visit Rhiannon.

"Well, I wasn't planning on blowing anyone this morning, but..." KC gasped as she felt Rhiannon's lips touch the end of her cock, then her tongue start to play over it. There was also the warm spray of the shower, but KC had tactile priorities to focus on.

Now it was KC's turn to murmur "Oh my God..." as Rhiannon began to fellate her, unseen through the curtain. KC leaned against the brick wall as she gasped. Rhiannon was very giving, and KC was thrilled about it.

Eventually, though, Rhiannon demanded more. "So, are you going to join me, or am I just blowing you long distance?"

KC sighed. "I think that's sexier, since I could get caught out here."

Rhiannon chuckled. "Okay, if you insist..." and she gamely resumed the blowjob. KC, for her part, slid one hand into her shorts, under her sack, and started to finger her femininity. She continued to sigh and gasp as pleasure radiated from both of her major erogenous zones, but KC was very good at staying quiet.

And Rhiannon was very good at fellatio. The wheelchair-bound blonde enjoyed being able to give others pleasure, and given her inability to actively use her lower body, she had refined her oral talents. She could comfortably take almost ten inches of KC's cock, but she knew to focus on the frenulum and the glans (which, despite her length, was not substantially larger than a standard dickhead). Her lips were tight but soft, her tongue positively acrobatic, and her tonsils nearly prehensile.

Rhiannon had put in the time and effort to get this good at blowjobs, and she was proud of her skills. She also knew that as sexy as it was to risk getting caught, it was only fun as long as you didn't get caught, so she did not waste much time teasing and titillating KC before she went whole hog into an aggressive, energetic performance that artfully mixed deepthroat and a swirling tongue.

Between Rhiannon's adroit oral attention and her own fingers, KC did not last very long. Leaning against the bathroom wall, her body quietly trembled as she unleashed a hot volley of cum in Rhiannon's mouth and a jerking climax in her loins. Rhiannon dauntlessly swallowed some of KC's emission and rinsed the rest off her face and chest in the shower's warm water.

"Good for you?" Rhiannon chuckled, tenderly handling KC's member as the hermaphrodite panted and regained her composure.

"Yeah..."

"You're right, that was kind of kinky, that you were over there," Rhiannon observed. "Is there anyone else out there?"

KC looked over her shoulder. Thank goodness for late sleepers on Saturday mornings. "No, looks like we're still alone."

"Cool. So, you wanna come in here, or...?" Rhiannon started to ask again, but KC had a different idea. KC's prehensile cock started to move in Rhiannon's hand. It gently pulled out of her grasp and started to feel around her chest, shoulders, and then head.

"Oh, hey there, little buddy, are you away now?" Rhiannon giggled. "What are you looking for? I think I know."

KC's prick started to press against Rhiannon's head and the blonde gasped with exaggerated surprise. "Oh, are you going to eat me? Well, go ahead, buddy."

KC grinned. God, Rhiannon was fun. With a little push, KC's cock surged down Rhiannon's head, engulfing it within her shaft. Rhiannon folded her arms, hands in her lap, and quietly waited as she was devoured by KC's monster member. It slurped up her upper body in little time, then pulled her off the bench to swallow down her lower body. The whole process took maybe thirty seconds; for as good as Rhiannon was at oral sex, KC was just as good at eating people with her dick.

Once Rhiannon was gone and her body starting to be absorbed into KC's, KC took a few moments to collect herself. Eating people like that was intensely, sub-orgasmically pleasurable for her. It left her hazy for a few seconds.

"Oh, hey, what are you up to?" A voice cut through the haze. KC started, her stomach twisted, and she looked over her shoulder to see just who caught her.

Two hours (or so) later...

Rhiannon's eyes fluttered as she woke up. There was a second of blurry confusion -- not panic, just a discordant jumble of thoughts as her brain restarted -- and then she was able to focus and regain her faculties. She was in one of Sayward Clinic's reformation chambers. The reformers had their own wing, a quiet, always slightly cold facility in sterile whites.

Sighing, Rhiannon opened the reformer door and sat up. She quickly checked her naked body to make sure that it had come through the process alright. 98% of reformations went off without a hitch, but occasionally a machine put a toe on backwards or lost a tattoo. Rhiannon ran through her quick checklist:

​ Piercings still pierced

​ Still fully shaved below the eyebrows

​ Her legs were still tattooed with a sprinkling of death metal band logos and a jumble of pagan, occult, and satanic symbols. Someday she wanted to have full sleeves (pants?)

​ Hair was maybe an inch shorter, but she had been meaning to cut it anyway

​ And her legs still didn't work. Oh well.

There was a knock at the door as Rhiannon finished her review.

"Who is it?" Rhiannon asked.

"KC. I've got your chair."

"C'mon in."

KC quickly shuffled into the room, pushing Rhiannon’s chair in front of her. She was bundled in a long trench coat to ward off the mid-November chill and had both a dress, jacket, and a blanket oddly arranged over the chair . She tossed the dress to Rhiannon (it was one of KC’s, long and loose and relatively heavy fabric, grey with black patterns) and said “Here.”

“Thanks.” As Rhiannon put on the dress, she noticed that KC’s dick was coiled up on the seat of the wheelchair, where it was mostly covered by the blanket. From the bulge, it looked significantly bigger than it had been a few hours ago. Once the dress was on, Rhiannon leaned forward, pulled off the blanket, and confirmed her suspicion.

“I didn’t think I’d make it that big!” Rhiannon observed.

KC shrugged innocently. “Uh, Leanne and Bobbi caught me finishing up with you and, well, one thing led to another and now they’ll be here too in a little while.” While she spoke, KC retracted her now 20 foot member from the wheelchair.

The explanation made sense to Rhiannon, who quickly transferred from the bed to the chair. With every person KC’s dick ate, it (temporarily) grew about five feet longer, maybe a little more of less depending on their mass. She was also not surprised that KC’s prick began immediately to slither down the neckline of the dress. It was a little lower cut than Rhiannon would have normally liked for the weather, but this was going to be fun. She was already stretching the dress; though KC was taller by a couple inches, Rhiannon was a solid two cups bustier.

“Hope you don’t mind me snuggling my cock around you,” KC tittered, unable to fully hide her excitement. Her member was wrapping its way around most of Rhiannon’s torso, under her arms and around her chest and waist many times, a sexual python giving her a moderately strong hug the whole time. That did nothing to help with Rhiannon’s feeling that she might bust out of the dress.

What happened next Rhiannon felt more with her hands on the shifting fabric than anything else. Once KC’s dick was fully around her, the head pressed between her limp legs and made its way into her pussy.

“Are you serious?!” Rhiannon guffawed.

“Maybe,” KC murmured, reaching over for the jacket.

“Ugh, I guess that explains why you didn’t bring me underwear.” Rhiannon couldn’t help but laugh. She had almost no feeling below her waist, and so her enjoyment derived from the naughtiness of the situation and from KC’s own expressed pleasure. Fortunately, KC knew this and made sure to moan a little more than she normally would have (but not too loud; the walls weren’t that thick).

“Jesus, KC, do you ever stop with that thing?” Rhiannon muttered as she awkwardly got the jacket on. "I figured you would have gotten frisky with Bobbi and Leanne, too." Boots were the last item of clothing, which was again slightly more difficult because of KC’s dick, but she was enjoying it so much that Rhiannon didn’t say anything.

“So, are you going to try to finish in here, or…?” Rhiannon asked when she was dressed. KC’s member stopped squirming inside the blonde as the hermaphrodite began to maneuver Rhiannon and the chair out of the room. The reformer was already rebuilding another student’s body.

“No,” KC replied. She adjusted the blanket one more time to be sure that it fully covered her cock coming down over Rhiannon’s shoulder. “I figured I’d fuck you on the way back to Purl and figure out what next when we got there.”

Rhiannon shook her head, even as she mirthfully smiled. “Sounds risky.” Pause. “I’m in. Just have enough fun for both of us.”

This was sort of Rhiannon’s sexual motto, a remark that was familiar for anyone intimate with her. As they rolled through the lobby, the hermaphrodite’s hidden hyper phallus once more sliding in and out of Rhiannon’s sex, unbeknownst to the nearby students and staff, KC chuckled and responded, “I always do.”