So, here's the deal yea, the government has passed a bill allowing the chastity of Futanari rapists. Its is your job to turn them into productive members of society, one way or another. In this story, you take up the mantle of a Professional Keyholder with full power over multiple Futanari's ability to pop or pressurize their needs while they serve their tim...
If somebody told me a year ago that this would happen, I would have laughed at them so hard, seriously. Here I am. Lying in bed next to my girlfriend Michelle Tremblay. Looking into her icy blue eyes, I smile. I run my hand through her short, spiky blonde hair and caress her smooth alabaster skin. The six-foot-tall Amazonian beauty stretched happily next to...
Welcome to Impregnatar. The forest is alive around you as you wake up. Your head hurts. You're cool... Probably because you're naked... But a creeping humidity makes your skin sticky. You'll warm up soon. Your hair is matted by it. Your armpits and groin and all your fleshies are a bit more.... Moist... Than you'd like. A mosquito buzzes in your ear. Who are...
The name is Christopher McLord. College student, Macho Man and International Trickster Extraordinaire. I am the hero of this story. A tall, good-looking young black man living in urban America. Standing six feet three inches tall, jet-black and quite handsome, weighing exactly two hundred and fifty pounds. And last but not least, I am the proud owner of twel...
This is my entry in the Highway Song event. Some may recognize the first chapter as my entry in the Siren's Song event. I have since felt the urge to continue the Edgerton story. Since the subsequent chapters depend on the original story, I'm including it here as the first chapter of a four-chapter story. All four chapters are included in this submission. If...
"2020. The year everything changed. A chemical spill occurred on a worldwide scale, affecting all of humanity. No one died, at least not any more than usual. At the time of this report, the year is 2035 and men are naught but a distant memory. No one knows why it was just men who were affected by this toxic chemical, and quite frankly, no one really cares an...
"Remind me again why I'm doing this?" Alex asked. "Because, you're a great friend," Patty said reassuringly. Alex grumbled quietly, begrudgingly agreeing that only a good friend would be standing in his friend's apartment while wearing a blond wig with pigtails, a blue half-sleeved round neck A-Line dress with white frills, white thigh-high stockings, and...
19 year old Patty Welch had been doing her own investigation into futanari. At first glance, futanari were virtually indistinguishable from regular women. However, they had both male and female reproductive organs. Their unique physiologies also gifted them with an enormous desire for sex. They also emitted powerful pheromones when they were aroused, which w...
Michelle Palmer loved futanari sex. Her job, her free time, and her relationships all revolved around her addiction. If there was any chance for her to have a futanari inside of her, she would drop whatever she was doing. It was her life. She could still recall her first time at age 18. While at a raucous house party to celebrate the end of the school year...
It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and Michelle Palmer was driving through a lonesome country road. In this part of the county, it was so rural that the houses were spaced apart by entire blocks. There were no parks, schools, or shopping centers for miles; the closest thing out here that was of any use was a small, off-brand gas station. Why was she is s...