Hey all, new story featuring futa and other such themes. If you don’t like that, maybe don’t read this story. Anyone who wishes to add, the story is moderated, but if you want to try and add a chapter, I’ll review it and if it’s good quality, I’ll add it in.

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Prologue: a dream.

Mark Chatman was a pretty unhappy 18 year old boy. You would be too if you hadn’t gotten any taller since middle school. High school sucks when you’re 5’2. Between his lack of height and his scrawny frame, he got teased mercilessly. To top it all off, he couldn’t even excel in the classroom. Oh, he was alright at English and history, but math and science really kicked his ass. As a result, he fit in with neither the jocks nor the nerds, and was left on the fringes of every social group.

He trudged through school with his head down, and hurried home to muddle his way through homework and stagger into bed. Rinse, repeat. He spent most of his free time gaming and drawing fan art. He was currently on a Breath of the Wild kick.

One monday night he lay in his bed, utterly exhausted and with four days left in the week, when he began to have the most realistic dream.

A woman stood, shrouded in a crimson robe, cloaked in shadows, upon a featureless, smooth ground. She spoke, and her voice came from everywhere.

“Child. I have seen your suffering, and it pains me greatly, and so I have decided to grant you a boon. The deepest of your hearts desires, your greatest of longings, shall be granted unto you. I hope that this shall help you endure the struggles life has heaped upon you. Now awaken my child, and behold the world I have made for you!”

Mark jolted awake, banging his head against the headboard. Before he could even process the dream, he heard a knock on the door.