As always like any other ignorant human, I thought that nothing out of common sense or bad would happen to me… of course, only until it happened. By what I could remember I was just finishing complaining in the phone because I was three days without internet in both my cellphone and notebook, making me lose the encounters I had marked with a friend of mine i...
AN: This story is purely fictional and fantasy. This is all from my mind, though I know of a futanari's libido and such after lots of googling and doing old roleplays with a few actual futanaries. In my stories, don't call their extra appendages 'cocks'. I use 'futa' since I am more comfortable with that. If you don't like it, then stop reading. And complain...
You are walking along on a nice day when you notice a black notebook with white hearts all over it laying on the ground. You look to find a name, but only see a set of rules: Rules of the Lust Note: The human whose name is written in this note shall experience a situation created for purpose of lust. This note will not take effect unless the writer has the...
Carmen Robins closed her notebook at the toll of yet another final bell. She inhaled and released, going over everything that had been covered that day as quickly as she could, before she rose from her seat. It grated against the floor in amongst the dozen others, many of whom chatted excitedly amongst themselves and many others who, like Carmen, calmly made...
Back in class, Jess felt as though she would explode at any second. Her face could have passed for a ripe tomato, while her hands grasped at one another beneath her desk. She kept her head low, eyes trained solely on the table before her. 'You know you're really cute when you're embarrassed," why the hell had she said that, and kissed the princess of all fut...
Carmen frowned as she brushed her hair. It was longer than it should be since her haircut a few weeks ago, brushing against her shoulders, and darker too, as if it were still damp from last night's bath. She shrugged it off, concluding that puberty was to blame, and finished readying herself for the day. A part of her looked forward to returning to school fo...
Everyone always blames the waitress. It's true! If you food is cold, then why blame the woman actually cooking the food? No, the waitress is right there, why not punch her in the nuts? Makes sense to me. Blame the person with literally no control over the preparation of your meal, that's cool. And I'm a Futanari who generally like ballbusting... But not wh...
A bright light is all you can see. Your eyes squint against the glare all around you. You feel as though you are floating. Slowly your other senses start to wake up. The smells of nature waft over you as you try to clear your head. It feels as though you were asleep or maybe drugged? A flashback of pain from your face, your eyes! They took your eyes! As you...
Carmen pulled on her shirt, the latest in a long line of new articles that she hadn't wanted to buy. In fact, such purchases comprised most of her wardrobe, and it seemed that she would be getting more. The hem didn't cover her waist anymore, and her pants were tighter than they were last week, a fact her girlfriend and fashion adviser enjoyed. "I never get...
Mary kept her head low as she scrolled through Twitter. The teacher wouldn't care, none of them did, and even if they tried to make her stop all it would take is a quick text to Gretchen to solve everything. Admittedly, that stole the thrill from being on her phone during class. She almost missed the nerve-wracking days in middle-school. The trade-off was wo...