Life was good for the aspiring hero-to-be. Kyoka Jiro grew up in a happy home. Her two parents were always supportive of her dreams and desires, helping her to become the person she was today. The punk-rock girl was currently jogging through a park nearby her home, training for the upcoming physical exam at U.A. university. It was the college all aspiring he...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
*** "Details are still vague as Kristen Stewart has not been seen publicly in over a month. Reports suggest..." Kristen watched Giuliana Rancic from the couch, the staccato flashes of the tv illuminating an otherwise darkened room. Kristen was by no means missing. She just didn't leave her house during the day. The starlet downed another spoonful of ice cr...