All characters are eighteen. When Alex woke up the day after the party he found himself with mixed feelings about the new number in his phone. He realized that, other than his mother, he'd never had the number of a futa before. And now he didn't know how to feel about it. The night before he'd felt somewhat giddy about the proposition. Erika had seemed nice...
The Futas The elite, the rulers, the chosen few. Physically similar to women other than that they possess male reproductive organs instead of female ones. Additionally, their pheromones make women aroused and suggestible. The Futarchy The futa-controlled government that rules the world. The Women The underclass, the ruled, the working masses. In thrall to th...
"Hi Bob! Welcome to Make Me A Futa," said Ann, guiding me to the contestant's chair. The audience could just be seen beyond the glare of the studio lights and the array of cameras. Certainly their rustling and murmuring and laughter could be heard. And as if it wasn't terrifying enough being centre stage for the first time in my life, I was dressed like a gi...
She secretly slipped the drug into Val's drink, smiled to herself, and set off across the club dance floor to the table to wait. Val didn't even know who she was despite the fact that they were in three classes together. Clara, wasn't the kind of girl you noticed. Val was...simply...stunning. Prom queen stunning (which she had been). Head cheerleader stunnin...
You have lived in the same l cul de sacyour entire life. It's not a bad place to life, very much a part of suburban America. It's just not very exciting. You live in a large White House that looks the same as all the others on the street, probably a ploy by the developer to keep costs down. Every day you see the same boring neighbors, have the same boring ro...
Summer had found its foothold. Stuffy coats and baggy sweaters were replaced by light t-shirts and shorts, skirts and blouses, unless one's culture demanded otherwise, such as the goths who huddled together in the school's shadow every lunch break to smoke, clad in leather or dense black coats. The popular cliques used it to show off the cutest designs money...
DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age and legally able to consent to any sexual activities in which they engage. For the purposes of this story children don't start school until after age 8 which is why they can be 18 and still in high school. None of the depictions of sexual activity in this story involve ANYONE under the age...
Author's note: This story is a sequel to "Shortly Before Class". *** Brian waited by the door to Mason Hall for ten minutes after five. His girlfriend's class had certainly let out — he'd even recognized some of her classmates in the chattering stream of people pouring past — but no Jess. She didn't respond to her text messages, either. Strange, as she was...
"Dannielle! Come down for dinner!" Hanna's voice again. Nice of her to think that nothing had really changed, that she could stand the sight of her. Lucas wasn't so congenial. Every moment spent in his eye was rigid with disdain. Not that she blamed him. For a man who dreamed of raising a respectable daughter, someone who wouldn't conform to society's sexua...
A black 18-wheeler truck parked outside the gym, on its side was the logo Paola disliked: "Futa-Cab." This is going to cost her a fortune, but she had no choice, she ordered the deluxe package. Just as Paola approached the container it opened and white light rushed out flooding the street, Paola had to close her eyes for a moment to get used to the new brigh...