Chapter 1: Futa's First Naughty Reunion

April 17th, 2047

I hugged and kissed my pregnant wife, Sharron, during the commercial break for Adelia’s talk show. For the last two hours, I’d discussed my life as the world’s first futa with Adelia and the watching world. We were finally hitting one of those pivotal moments. One of those points in my life where everything changed for me.

Kurt’s wedding.

Once, I thought I would marry Kurt. We were high school sweethearts. When I was eighteen, a Freshman in college, I surrendered my virginity to him. I was drunk on love that night, so eager to finally give him this gift. He made it special. He ate me out, made me cum, did everything right.

I even orgasmed before he had his climax. I didn’t make him wear a condom. I was on the pill. It was the safe time in my cycle. It was so wondrous for this brief moment as he spurted his cum into my pussy. It felt so right. What I always thought it would be.

Then the burning happened.

My allergic reaction to his cum swept through me. Doctors called it human seminal plasma hypersensitivity. I darted to the bathroom and the change happened in there. I grew a clit-dick and became the world’s first futa. Before the night was done, I’d fucked his step-sister, Janice, and his mother, Mrs. Albertson. I changed his family life forever, breeding both women.

Kurt and I broke up that night. I just didn’t like men any longer.

Now Mrs. Albertson had two lovers, her husband and her step-daughter, the pair sharing the MILF. She had a new child, Kurt’s half-sister, one of my futa-daughters. Janice had her futa-daughter, too. Despite this, Kurt and I remained close friends through college. I was happy he found his soulmate because—

“Thirty seconds, Madam President,” the male producer, whose name I was blanking on, said. It had to be a male because women lost control of their lusts around me, especially if I had never bred them, so all the crew were men so they could focus on their jobs.

“Right,” I said, breaking away from Sharron, her blue eyes glistening with tears of joy. I gave her a quick kiss. “Love you.”

“Love you, too,” she said. She was half my age, but just so wonderful. She had her father’s smile. It shone across those lips I loved to kiss.

I broke away from her and marched back onto stage. The studio audience murmured, restless during the two minute commercial break. Adelia straightened at the sight of me, the caramel-skinned talk show host looking so beautiful in her cream dress. It contrasted so richly with her delicious hue of skin.

I sat down the couch beside her, the three cameras aimed at us.

“And we’re life in five, four, three...” the producer said then silently mouthed, “Two, one.”

“We’re back with former president, Becky Woodward,” Adelia said. “And President-Elect Woodward, too. That’s going to get complicated. President of the United States and then President of the United Nations.”

“It’s quite the accomplishment,” I agreed, “but I thought we were talking about Kurt’s wedding. It’s such a meaningful time in my life and I was absolutely shocked when I got that phone call in the middle of Kansas.”

“After your naughty encounter with that cult and their virgin treats,” Adelia said, a purr to her voice.

I shivered, my futa-cock throbbing beneath my skirt. “Yes, so it was a very ... off-balancing day. Here it was the end of September, only three months since Kurt and I graduated from college, and he met, fell in love with, and proposed to a girl in that short time.”

“That does sound sudden, but sometimes love just blossoms like that,” Adelia said.

I glanced at my pregnant wife, looking so beautiful with her strawberry-blonde hair spilling about her face. “Yes, it does.” I drew in a deep breath, fighting off the sting of joyful tears. “Well, I was ecstatic until he told me he didn’t want me to show up until the day before the wedding.

“He didn’t want me coming anywhere near his wife.”

“So you wouldn’t breed her?” asked Adelia, leaning forward.

“Of course. Kurt had shared every girl he dated with me in college. But ... he never loved those girls. Not like he loved me. But with Rosemary, he finally found someone he could treasure. I wasn’t surprised he didn’t want to share. I even offered not to come to the wedding. I could stay away from Kurt and his wife for the rest of my life. But Kurt wanted me there. He said he had a plan to keep me distracted.”

Adelia gave me a wicked smile. “Did that plan involve pussy?”

I arched an eyebrow at her. “What do you think?”

June 10th, 2022

I stepped out of the small Amtrak station in Seattle, Washington. Riding a train was a safer way to travel across the country then risking a flight. I mean, what would happen if I set off an orgy in a plane? Would all those people moving around shift the weight?Amtrak let me have my own private cabin where I could control the fun. Sure, I enjoyed a couple women on my journey from West Texas. I was in that part of the country the last month spending time with these Christian churches who embraced me as part of Gods plan. They had some many their virginal daughters, and hot wives, in need of my “miraculous” seed.

Now sitting on the bench, watching the evening traffic slide down the street, I shivered. The wedding was tomorrow. I had to go the entire day without fucking the bride. I would do my best, but ... women grew so crazy to have sex with me. Denying them ... Well, that never worked well. I didn’t see how this wouldn’t end with Kurt having a bred bride on his honeymoon.

I didn’t want to break my word.

“I shouldn’t have come,” I muttered for the hundredth time today. My stomach twisted as I waited for Kurt to arrive. “This is going to backfire.”

I rubbed my hands together, my feet squeezing around my backpack resting on the sidewalk before me. It held my spare change of clothes and extra socks and panties. I’d shed most of my personal possessions to be a vagabond. I was rich thanks to the Ms. Bred Pageant and all the sponsorship I did in college. I didn’t need to wander around like a hobo, but it was just ... something to do. To experience new people. See the world.

I should get back to it. Stay away. I could head into the station, get on the train before it left, and be far away before the wedding. Kurt could have his bride untouched by me. He had to know he was playing with fire by inviting me.

The squeak of brakes lifted my attention. Kurt’s pickup truck pulled up, a big, black thing totally impractical for someone living in Seattle to drive, especially someone with a degree in history. The passenger door flew open and...

“Dona?” I blinked at the brunette girl who flounced out. She’d let her hair grow out longer from when I last saw her at our graduation last year, and there was no sign of her nose ring at all. But she still had that naughty, smiling face, her petite body clad in a short skirt and a tank top molding to her small breasts.

“Hey, Becky,” she said, squirming. “Oh, my god, you’re so tan. And you’re hair. It’s soooo blonde now.”

“A year in the sun,” I told her, flying off the bench and rushing to one of my college friends. Her and Kaelea helped me accept that it was okay I made women so horny they had to fuck me. I hugged her and planted a quick, hot kiss on her mouth, making my futa-dick swell up in my jeans I wore. “How’s Danielle.”

“Our daughter is four and just full of unanswerable questions,” Dona said, a big smile crossing her lips. “She’s starting preschool in the fall. Preschool, Becky!”

Before I could process that, Kurt appeared, strolling around from the other side of the cab, that big, friendly smile on his lips, his blue eyes shining with joy. He had his red hair cut even shorter than last time, and comb into a neat appearance. His clothing fit him better, too. I felt a woman’s touch in his appearance; the effect caused by someone who cared about what he looked like.

“Becky!” he breathed before he swept me up in his arms.

“God, it’s good to see you, Kurt,” I groaned. “I can’t believe it’s been a year. And you ... Getting married.”

“I know,” Kurt said, rocking me in his arms. He broke away. “I can’t wait for tomorrow. I’m almost giddy, you know? Damn, just full of so much energy.”

“And no visiting Rosemary to satiate it tonight,” Dona said, a naughty twinkle in her eyes. “Though they snuck off during the rehearsal yesterday and did it in the supply closet.”

“Rosemary’s idea,” Kurt said, a big grin on his face.

“She sounds like a special woman,” I said. God, I hoped I could keep my promise. I would try so, so hard.

“You have no idea,” Kurt said. His eyes swept across the station. “Is that it? Just a backpack?”

“What more does a hitchhiker need to travel across America?”

“I guess so,” Kurt said. He grabbed it and threw it behind the seat. I frowned at the truck cab. “You only have the two seats.”

“You’re my seat, Becky,” Dona said, patting my futa-cock bulging the front of my jeans. “We’re going to make sure you have all the pussy your cock needs to get you through the wedding. Starting with mine.” She lifted her skirt right there on the street, flashing her shaved pussy, a landing strip of brown hair leading to her engorged labia.

“Damn,” I groaned, my futa-dick throbbing in my pants.

“What else are friends for?” Dona asked, a big grin on her lips.

“True,” I said and climbed into the cab. I deftly popped my jeans’ fastener and unzipped my fly. In moments, my huge girl-dick thrust out before me.

Dona climbed up into the cab, slid her lithe body between me and the dashboard, her rump facing me. Then she sank towards my lap. I aimed my cock at her dripping pussy. I whimpered at the folds of her pussy caressed my dick, her body wiggling.

“Ooh, I missed this dick,” Dona groaned. “My boyfriend just isn’t this hung.”

I squirmed, realizing how little I thought about my friends from college. I hadn’t talked to Chris and Tiffany more than three times and hadn’t heard from Hank at all. Janice and I traded a few texts, and Mrs. Albertson remembered my twenty-third birthday back in April.

“Ooh, yes, yes, yes, I love this cock!” Dona groaned as she sank all the way down my dick, her naked rump pressed into my crotch, her thighs silky against mine. She squirmed around, stirring her pussy around my dick. “Mmm, this is the only way to drive.”

“Yes,” I groaned, my dick throbbing in hot pussy.

Kurt climbed into the driver seat and put his truck into gear. Her pulled out into traffic as I enjoyed the delight of Dona’s cunt wrapped about my futa-dick. She was so hot and juicy, and so tight. Not virgin tight, but still a wonderful treat.

“Damn,” I groaned, rubbing my cheek into her back, feeling the cotton of her tank top. “Mmm, Dona, I missed your pussy. Such a nice snatch.”

“One of the best,” Dona said. “Right, Kurt?”

“Definitely,” Kurt said. They used to date, too, right after we broke up.

“So ... how did you and Rosemary meet,” I said, staring at Kurt. “I want deets.”

The smile that broke across Kurt’s face told me everything I needed to know. He really loved Rosemary. It shone across his face and gave his normally friendly grin a charm to it that made me envious of this Rosemary. She would get everything I once thought I’d have with Kurt.

I hoped she loved him back just as fiercely.

“We sat by each other on a flight down to Vegas,” Kurt said. “I was going to have some fun right after graduation.”

“And debauchery,” Dona said, her pussy clenching down on my dick.

“Definitely,” Kurt said, nodding his head as he navigated through the Seattle streets. “I didn’t expect to be seated next to this amazing woman. We just started talking, she was going down for a wedding, and ... we just clicked. I don’t know how to describe it except it we both just felt it. This attraction for each other.

“It was ... I know it sounds cliche, but it was magnetic. She pulled me towards her. I ended up being her plus one for the wedding. Instead of gambling and hitting strip clubs, I was having a blast at a wedding were I literally knew no one else. I barely even knew Rosemary.” He smiled. “Watching her dance the Macarena was ... special.”

“White girl dancing?” I asked, my futa-dick twitching inside of Dona.

“You have no idea,” he said, his smile only growing broader. “Then she went and caught the bouquet. She whirled around and brandished at me, saying, ‘Not good for you, buddy.’ And I just knew I would marry her. Right then and there. Everyone says love at first sight isn’t real, but it happened. We’re proof of it. I mean, we’re buying a house, Becky. It’s in escrow. A house!”

“You’re growing up,” I said, hugging Dona tight.

She shivered on me and worked her pussy up and down my girl-dick. “Mmm, growing up happens to us all. I mean, your clit grew up into this big dick.”

“Oh, that’s a terrible joke,” I moaned, my hands sliding up to grope her breasts. “I should have Kurt pull over and leave you on the curb. No futa-cock for you.”

“Then she’d miss out on the orgy,” Kurt added.

My head perked up at the O word.

“We’re having a party at your hotel room,” Dona said. “All part of the plan. You won’t feel the need to wander off and find a certain bride with all us keeping your cock distracted with pussy. We’re all sooooo eager for it.”

I grinned at that as she bounced more on my girl-dick. I shivered, loving the feel of her pussy. She leaned forward, bracing her elbows on the dashboard. She leveraged her hips upward, sliding her cunt up my futa-cock.

Pleasure spilled down my shaft. I groaned at the silky delight of her pussy working up and down my girl-dick. It was such an incredible feel. It made me groan. My toes curled as the pleasure spilled through me. The streets of Seattle passed as she fucked her pussy up and down my futa-dick.

“Damn, Dona, I love this plan,” I whimpered.

“Of course you do,” Kurt said. “You’re the horniest person in the world.”

“Horniest futa!” Dona gasped, her pussy squeezing down on my futa-dick. “Oh, yes, yes, yes, I’ve missed this dick!”

She slammed her cunt down my cock, her hot flesh caressing my dick. My tip throbbed as it drank in the silky friction of her hot sheath working faster and faster up and down my shaft. I shuddered, my hands squeezing her tits through her tank top.

The pleasure flowed down my shaft to my own pussy. My snatch grew hotter and hotter, the heat reaching my ovaries. They quivered with a load of futa-seed for Dona’s pussy. I shifted in the chair, little moans escaping my lips as she worked that delicious cunt up and down my dick.

Faster and faster.

She slammed her rump down to smack into my crotch. Her hair danced about her shoulders. Her juices coated my dick, working that slick cunt up and down my shaft. I groaned as the pleasure built and built inside of my ovaries.

“Shit!” I gasped, my hands squeezing her tits, her nipples so hard through her thin cloth. “Oh, shit, yes, yes, yes!”

“Cum in me!” she groaned. “Cum in my pussy, please, Becky!”

She slammed her cunt down my girl-dick as we pulled off the street into a hotel parking lot. We drove towards the valet station as my pussy clenched. Dona’s hot cunt squeezed down on my shaft as she rose up it.

The sensations shot through me. I let out an explosive moan. My cum fired out of my girl-dick. It flooded into her body. Such rapture surged through me. It left me quivering and groaning, my head smacking back into the seat.

“Yes!” she hissed. Then her pussy joined me in convulsing rapture.

I groaned at that delicious delight of her cunt milking my dick. Her silky walls worked about my shaft, drawing out every drop of cum I had in me. I groaned, my heart thudding away in my chest as I loved this moment.

Such a treat. Such an absolute delight to experience.

My pleasure peaked in me as the passenger door opened. The valet in the red vest and white shirt gasped as the sight of us writhing together in orgasmic passion, Dona moaning as my final blast of cum spurted into her juicy pussy.

“Ooh, I needed that,” Dona said, her body shivering. Then she blinked at the valet. “Mmm, help me down, cutie.”

“Uh ... yeah,” the young man said, his hair spiked up with that wet, gel look. He took her hand.

I moaned as she slid off my futa-cock.

His eyes bulged. “Holy shi ... shoot. You’re Becky. The futanari.”

“I am,” I said, smiling at him, my hard dick quivering, adorned with pussy juices. I followed Dona out of the cab, my cock bouncing before me. “You have yourself a good night.”

“Feel free to rub one out thinking about us,” Dona purred to the valet as I led her into the Red Lion Hotel where the wedding was being held.

I giggled, watching the valet’s jaws drop. I whispered to Dona, “You are a wicked thing.”

“Uh-huh,” she groaned. “I spent the last year working in an office. I need this.”

I grinned at her as she led me to the elevator. When I noticed the line of cum running down her thighs, I didn’t hesitate to swipe up my pearly spunk. I clung to my finger, looking so yummy. I smeared it on my lips and kissed her.

Her tongue fluttered out, swiping it up while my futa-dick pressed into her belly, rubbing on the cotton of her tank top. In moments, the elevator dinged and she broke apart from me, yanking me out and hurrying down the hall to my hotel room, provided by Kurt.

She reached it and knocked hard. “I got her! Open up!”

To my surprise, Chris opened the door. The nerdy guy stood there, glasses on his face, wearing a t-shirt with a video game character on it, a pair of jeans on his skinny legs. In seconds, his arms were around me, not caring my hard dick nudged his stomach.

“It’s good to see you, Becky,” he said.

“Mmm, Chris, it is,” I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He felt baby-smooth. I wondered if he even shaved yet. I mean, he was twenty-three like me, but he still felt like a boy. “If you’re here, that must mean Tiffany is, too.”

“Right here,” Tiffany purred.

Chris’s blonde wife, they married before we finished college, stood in the center of the room, naked, her brown hair spilling about her cute face. Her round breasts looked so ripe, and her stomach had a slight curve to it and...

“You’re pregnant?” I gasped.

“Our first,” Chris said as I went to his naked wife, my hand going to her bred belly while my lips found hers.

Chris loved to watch me fuck his wife. He was totally into futanari. He doted on my daughter with Tiffany, too. I knew he would spend the evening in the corner, jerking his cock until he could fuck his wife’s cunt sloppy with my jizz.

It made my futa-cock throb as it nuzzled wet against her belly. Tiffany’s lips were so hot and hungry on mine, her tongue dancing against mine as her arms snaked around my blonde hair, holding me tight against her.

“Ooh, that’s hot,” another familiar voice said.

I broke the kiss with Tiffany and glanced at the bed where Janice and her step-mother, Mrs. Albertson, cuddled naked in taboo passion. Mrs. Albertson’s large tit pressed into her daughter’s equally big breast, their pillowy mounds looking so delicious together. A fat, dark-red nipple grazed a pink nub as the two women shuddered together. Janice’s short bob of brown hair framed that naughty, round face while Mrs. Albertson had the same fiery-red hair of her son, Kurt, giving the MILF such a wild look to her.

“Ooh, this is going to be a fun night,” I groaned.

“Yes, it will be,” Mrs. Albertson and her daughter purred together. They broke apart and rolled off the bed. The moved towards me from opposite sides of the hotel bed, their tits jiggling.

It looked so coordinated. I giggled, picturing them practicing this sensual sway.

Janice furrowed her brow, giving me an annoyed look.

“Sorry,” I said, waving my hand. “Don’t mind me. I’ve been traveling all day.”

“And fucking naughty women on the train?” Tiffany asked as she led Dona to the bed.