Chapter 2: Futa Surprise! Things Will Never Be the Same

Virginia Homewood

My Civics classroom whirled around me.

I gripped my desk with my left hand and my new cock with the other, squeezing the impossible appendage stretching out the cute, pink panties I wore with the white bow on the front. I gripped it through the tartan skirt of my private high school’s uniform. I struggled to breathe as the vertigo whirled everything about me in a dizzying blur.

I had to still be asleep. There was no way that I could be awake. I had to still be dreaming. Yeah, that was it. That dickgirl-elf had fucked me in the strange forest of silver redwoods with golden maple leaves. She had popped my cherry and cum in me. Then I just thought Ms. Bisset, my Civics teacher, had woken me up from the dream.

Because I couldn’t grow a cock.

That was impossible.

Violated like ... physics or something. I wasn’t an expert, my friend Brígida would know, but she wasn’t in this class. My friend Lada was, a blonde (like me) cheerleader (unlike me) who had even worse grades than me. She must be staring at me with concern. If I could just focus on anything except the fact I have a cock.

A clit-dick.

I had become a futanari.

That was the crazy word the dickgirl-elf had used to explain those who had both a cock and a pussy. My cunt clenched with this wet and molten itch. That proved I still had a pussy. A hot and juicy pussy. One that was just aching to be touched and licked and fucked.

I craved to have that big elf-dick fucking into me again. That busty, violet-haired craziness—straight out of one of Brígida’s Isekai animes—would pound my pussy so hard. She would feel me up and just pound me.

“Virginia,” whispered Lada. “Hey, Virginia, you looked freaked.”

I glanced at my friend. “This is a dream, right? It has to be a dream.”

She gave a slow shake of her head. “You were dreaming. Moaning a bit, too. Something about a big dick.”

My cheeks burned. My big dick throbbed beneath my skirt.

“But you’re awake.”

“Oh, no,” I groaned, squeezing my new cock as hard as I could. I don’t know if I hoped it would pop or something.

It didn’t.

I swallowed, my heart pounding in my chest. I rolled my shoulders. This wasn’t a dream. I had a cock. It ached. Throbbed. Pulsed. I swallowed again. My throat was so dry. I had to deal with this. Maybe ... maybe if I jacked off it would disappear.

Yeah, yeah, maybe that would happen.

I bolted to my feet. Everyone whipped their head around to look at me. Akane Tamura, the volleyball captain who’d gotten pounded by Ella’s strap-on before classes started, gave me a strange look. Beside her sat Guiying, a Chinese girl who was also on the volleyball team. Pita, Sylvia, Mackenzie, and Tamera all gave me equally puzzled looks.

“Yes, Virginia?” Ms. Bisset asked. “After falling asleep in my class you no want to, what, stretch out your back.

“I have to use the restroom,” I gasped and rushed to the door. “It’s an emergency!”

Giggles burst out from the girls. “Really, Virginia, you can’t hold it twenty minutes?”

“No!” I burst out the door and looked around, struggling to get my bearings. I was freaking out. I had to find the restroom and...

There.

I darted to the restroom. There were no ladies’ and gentleman’s bathrooms. No guys were ever on campus. From the staff to the students, we were an all-girls’ institution. I burst through the room. The stalls lay on the right, all pink, the sinks to the right. There was one sink per stall, the room clean and smelling of orange freshener.

I darted for the nearest stall and slammed it shut behind me. I swallowed and fumbled to unzip my skirt. It lay on my right hip. A little fastener and two inches of a zipper. My skirt fell away. The tails of my blouse were in the way, so I worked hard to unbutton them. My cock throbbed, pinned to my stomach by the waistband.

My blouse fell open, my round breasts held in a pink bra trimmed in white lace. They matched my panties stretched around my new futa-dick. The tip pointed right up at me, glimpsed down the valley between my tits. A clear liquid bubbled from the tip.

“Jesus,” I groaned and hooked my panties. I shoved them off my hips, the fabric rolling off my rump and down my shaft. It flopped out before me, bouncing.

It thrust from my blonde bush, the lips of my pussy wrapped around the base. Just like with the elf. I shuddered, my pussy on fire and the tip of my dick burning with this explosive need. It was like I had to explode with my passion.

I grabbed my cock with my right hand, wrapping my fingers around this big girl. She thrust out over a foot from me. Was that normal for a cock? I struggled to remember health class. I didn’t think it was. I swallowed and stroked up my shaft.

The skin moved beneath the spongy core. It was so hot, my hands sort of sticking to it. It felt nice, like rubbing my tit. Not as great as rubbing my pussy lips and nowhere near the delight of stroking my clit.

Then I reached the tip.

When I crossed where the mushroom-like crown sprouted, I gasped, “Holy shit!”

Pleasure shot down to my pussy. My cunt clenched as I groaned. Precum smeared on my palm, lubing the way for me to stroke myself. I pumped up and down my cock. Well, I stroked the top third, sliding over the crown again and again.

It felt so good. My pussy drank it in. This pressure grew deep in my twat. I reveled in the delight of masturbating my futa-cock. I whimpered, the ache swelling at the tip with my every stroke. It felt incredible. This was such a delight to enjoy. I groaned.

Then I shoved my left hand between my thighs. I needed more delight. After all, I had both. I couldn’t ignore my pussy.

I rubbed up and down my folds, my fingers slicked in seconds. I shuddered, caressing my labia. I pushed into my slit, sliding up and down the petals. I brushed over my hymen and...

Two of my fingers slipped into my pussy.

I didn’t have a hymen any longer. I wasn’t a virgin. I gasped in shock. My eyes widened as I thrust my digits into pussy as deep as I could reach. Before, my hymen had a small hole in it. I could wiggle my pinkie past it, but this...

There was no barrier like something huge had destroyed my hymen.

But I had been in my civics class asleep. A dickgirl fucking me in my dreams couldn’t take my cherry.

A dickgirl fucking me in my dreams couldn’t make me into one, either.

“Fuck,” I groaned, working my digits in and out of my cunt. “I didn’t even get her name. Does that make me a slut?”

I shuddered, my pussy clenching down on my digits. I pumped my hand faster up and down my cock while I fingered my twat. Such pleasure rushed through me. It was such a thrill. I groaned, my face twisting in pleasure as I fingered my twat. I groaned, loving every moment of my fingers plunging into my cunt while I stroked my cock.

My forearm already started to burn from the up and down motion. I didn’t care. Jerking off my new cock felt too incredible to ever want to stop. I stroked through the pain, my face contorting. My pussy clamped down on my digits, swelling the silky friction.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I whimpered, my moans echoing through the stall.

My orgasm built. I could feel that familiar rush of bliss growing along with something else. Two points of pressure in the depths of my cunt that brimmed with something that had to rush out of me. Was that my cum? Was I feeling my dick about to burst with rapture?

Maybe.

I stroked my cock as fast as I could, this frantic need to cum building and building. My round breast jiggled in my pink bra, and my panties dug into my thighs. I groaned, toes curling in my saddle shoes. I jammed my fingers deep into my cunt and stroked the tip of my dick.

The pressure burst in me.

Something momentous rushed through me and then up my cock. Pleasure shot through my body as cum erupted from my futa-dick. I gasped, ropy lines of spunk splattering the chrome plumbing of the toilet. I shuddered, my pussy spasming around my fingers.

Two delights rushed through me. Two wonderful pleasures. The familiar bliss of cumming with my pussy and the new, intense ecstasy of exploding with my futa-cock. They both swept through me. Gentle waves of rapture and powerful jolts of euphoria. They all rushed into my mind at the same moment.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped as I drenched the toilet in my cum. “Oh, my god, yes!”

The cum fired out of me one last time. My pussy rippled around my fingers as I panted, swaying from the bliss that had swept through me. Cumming with my new cock had been twice the pleasure as I had before.

Even in the dream with the dickgirl-elf.

“Oh, my god,” I panted, my breasts rising and falling in my bra. I licked my lips, glancing down at the toilet...

Covered in jizz.

Girl-jizz.

My jizz.

“Oh, no,” I gasped and ripped my fingers out of my pussy. I shoved the digits of my left hand into my mouth, sucking off my sweet cream without thought. At the same time, I started wiping up the jizz on the chrome, soaking the toilet paper with my seed.

I tossed it into the bowl. I couldn’t leave any evidence. If anyone found it, they would think a guy had snuck in and masturbated in here. That would freak everyone out. It was bad enough that I had done it.

“What has happened to me?” I whimpered, my cock softening as I cleaned the plumbing, working hard to get all the nooks and crannies. The ache that had built up had dwindled, but it wasn’t going away. It was just growing limp the way a guy’s cock would. I swallowed.

How would I get rid of this?

Did I want to get rid of this?

I mean ... other than making a huge mess, it had been incredible stroking off my cock. I had such a huge orgasm. Just a mighty burst of bliss that had flowed through me. I could have that same bliss again and again.

Just so long as I didn’t do something stupid like forget to get rid of the evidence, I could keep this, right? I mean, it was soft. I could easily tuck my cock away in my panties and no one would know that I had something extra in my panties.

I nodded, liking this idea.

I threw the last wad of toilet paper into the bowl. It was mostly clean. There were a few drying streaks on the chrome, but I don’t think anyone would think it was a guy’s cum. I shoved my dick down against my pussy lips, my curls tickling the shaft. I was still wet, my pussy cream warm on my shaft. I pulled up my pink panties.

You’d never know I was tucking.

It felt strange, the cock bent over and pushing against my pussy lips, but I could manage. I buttoned up my blouse and drew up my skirt, making sure to tuck in the tails. Then I stepped out. My face was so flushed. I splashed some water on it and wiped up some of the makeup I smeared.

“Good enough,” I said. Then I blushed.

I could only imagine what Ms. Bisset and the other girls must think I was doing. They must think I had diarrhea or something. Then I would come back looking flushed. I sighed. That was probably better than admitting the truth of what I had going on.

I left the bathroom and headed for Ms. Bisset’s classroom. I opened the door. Everyone turned to face me. Lada gave me a questioning look. Akane stared at me with this mocking smile on her lips. Ms. Bisset did not look happy.

Tamera and Guiying were whispering together as I headed back to my seat while Ms. Bisset said, “Just in time for class to be over.”

“Sorry,” I said. “I ... I couldn’t hold it. I would have had ... You wouldn’t have wanted that.”

“I suppose not,” she admitted. “Should you go see the nurse.”

I hesitated. Would the nurse be able to help me? It was a magical cock that came from a dickgirl-elf fucking me in a dream. What could a school nurse do about it? Or a doctor? My clit growing into a huge dick probably violated some rule of physics.

Brígida would know. Could I tell her?

Could I tell Saffron?

We roomed together. There was no way she wouldn’t find out. Plus, she was my twin sister. We didn’t keep secrets from each other. I swallowed and decided that I would at least tell her. Then I could figure out what to do.

Saffron Homewood

Brígida and I were heading to the cafeteria from our Latin class. I stretched my back, so glad to be out of there. “My head hurts, Brígida.”

“Oh?” she asked.

“All those cases,” I groaned. “Why does Latin have to have so many cases.”

“Most Indo-European languages have pretty complicated case structures. It’s one of the defining features of them.”

“What’s that? Indo-European?”

“It’s the language family that most European languages belong to. Along with many Central Asian and Northern Indian.”

I blinked. “Like Hindi?”

“And Urdu. And Iranian. All the Romance languages, the Germanic languages, Celtic, the Slavic languages. They’re all Indo-European. And they all have crazy case structures.”

“But English doesn’t,” I pointed out.

“Well, English is special as far as Indo-European languages go.”

“It is?”

“The Angles and Saxons who invaded England spoke a Germanic tongue similar to what’s spoken in the Dutch Netherlands and Germany today. However, England had the problem of then being conquered by the Danes and then the Normans. So a lot of non-native speakers came in and had to learn the language. It gave us a huge vocabulary of French and Romance words and stripped away a lot of the more complicated parts of our Grammar. It’s a very common effect of languages that have a heavy non-native speaker population. The nuances are too hard for non-native adults to ever learn. The older we get, the harder language acquisition is, after all. We just lose the ability to get all the nuances. So it leaves English as a rather bastardized tongue. Some think it’s a creole.”

Creole? What the heck was a creole?

“This is worse than having a Latin lesson.” I looked down the hallway. My sister was rushing towards me. “Oh, thank god, Virginia, rescue me from one of Brígida’s lectures.”

“Yeah, we have to talk,” Virginia said. “Um, you know, sister stuff. I hope you understand, Brígida.”

The Hispanic girl pushed up her glasses and shrugged. “I’ll see you two later.”

“Later,” I said.

Virginia nodded, her head turning as if she was checking out Brígida’s ass in her skirt. No, no it was exactly like she was checking out Brígida’s ass. Had my sister gone lesbian? Was that why she was acting so freaked out this morning?

That must have been some dream she had if it turned her gay or bi.

“What’s up?” I asked, playing it cool, letting Virginia tell me. We were twins but didn’t look much alike. I had black hair, which I wore in a cute bob, and my sister had long, golden locks. My sister had green eyes and mine were hazel. Even in the tits department, we weren’t similar. We were both sixteen, but I had the A-cups and she the C’s that verged on D’s.

“Uh ... something’s happened to me.”

“Okay,” I said, nodding as she pulled me into an empty classroom. “You’re going through some changes.”

My sister gave me a sharp look. “Do you...? No, no, you can’t know.”

“Well, I might have some inkling,” I said, smiling. “Don’t worry, it won’t change anything between us.”

“You have no idea what I’m talking about. This will change everything.”

“Nope,” I said. “It’s cool that you’re into girls. So, you bi or full lesbian?”

Virginia blinked. “No, that’s not it. I mean ... Okay, I think I might be a lesbian now, but something major has happened to me. It’s just ... I don’t...”

“Well, spit it out,” I said, giving her a supportive smile. “What is it.”

“I grew a cock!”

Her voice echoed through the classroom. I blinked. I did not just hear her blurt out the C worked. It had to be something else. Rock, maybe. Dock? It couldn’t have been... “Eh, come again?”

Virginia Homewood

“I have a cock,” I said slower, my cheeks burning.

My sister stood before me, her hazel eyes fluttering. She shook her head, her black hair dancing around her cheeks. Then she looked at me again. Her fingers were flexing. She swallowed like she wasn’t sure what I was saying. Or that she thought I was insane.

Maybe I was insane? Maybe I didn’t have a cock and...

No, no, I definitely had a cock throbbing in my panties and pressing against the restraining cloth in a bid to escape.

She drew in a deep breath. “Okay, I know you said cock, but ... do you mean you have a dildo or something? It’s cool. Lesbians like their toys.”

“My clit turned into a ... a...” My dick twitched just thinking about it. Suddenly, the blood was rushing into my shaft and it twitched, stretching, wanting to grow erect, but it was bent in half. “My clit grew into a dick. During civics.”

Saffron blinked. “Did Lada put you up to this? Were you plotting some killer prank to play on me? I mean, grew a dick? What is this, one of Brígida’s anime?”

“I know,” I said. “It sure sounds like that.”

My sister looked down at my crotch. “So, where’s this cock. Your skirt doesn’t look different. She flipped my skirt up and stared at my panties. Her brow furrowed. “Wait, is that your bush? It looks thicker than normal.”

“I’ve tucked my cock,” I told my sister. “Don’t shout. I don’t want anyone to burst in, but...”

“This better not be a dildo,” my twin said, crossing her arms. “Show me this cock.”

Drawing in a deep breath, I shoved down my panties. Out popped a cock. It sprang out with force and bobbed before me, growing harder and harder by the moment now that it was free. I shuddered as I noticed dark drops soaking into Saffron’s skirt.

My precum.

My cheeks blushed as my sister stared at it. Saffron rubbed at her eyes. She blinked and her jaw dropped. She looked up at me and then back down at my cock. She reached out her hand towards it, her eyes wide.

“Saffron!” I gasped.

SMACK!

I slapped her hand away. “I’m your sister! Don’t try to grab my cock.”

“Sorry,” she said, staring at it. “Oh, my god, you really, really have a cock. My twin sister has a dick. That’s insane.” She bent over, staring at it. “Wow, and you’re hung. This is mega bonkers.”

“Please stop staring,” I groaned, my cheeks burning. “Look, you’re making me grow harder. It’s already uncomfortable as it is. I can’t even tuck it like this.”

“I suppose you’ll have to make it go down.” Her eyes widened and black eyebrows lifted. “Does it cum.”

“Saffron!” I gasped and yanked up my panties, pinning my cock to my belly. Precum leaked out of the tip. Then I shoved my skirt down over it, hiding the offending sight. “I can’t believe you’d ask that.”

“It does,” Saffron said. “Did you jerk off in the restroom?”

“This is so embarrassing,” I groaned, that pulsing need to cum spilling through me. I shuddered, almost dizzy with lust for a moment. Behind Saffron, as my vision fuzzed for a moment, I swear I saw that golden forest. Had my mind conjured an image of the elf in it, her cock thrusting out hard.

Then I blinked and there was just the wall. It had pictures of trees on it. That must have been what I’d seen. My mind was just playing tricks on me.

“Listen, I have to go,” I said, needing to masturbate again. “Use the restroom.”

“Stroke one-off, right?” Saffron asked.

“The rules!” I gasped. “You know the rule.” We both masturbated, and since we shared a dorm room, neither of us was supposed to comment if the other went in for a “long” shower.

“Right, right,” she said, winking.

“I can’t believe I told you I have this,” I whimpered, heading to the door. “You’re going to tease me.”

“Yep,” she said.

I sighed and slipped out of the classroom. The cafeteria buzzed with noise. I was hungry, but this cock was making a noticeable bulge. I had to make it go away. I spun to face the other way and head to the restroom, the world blurring as I moved.

Streaks of silver trees and gold leave flashed by, a busty elf looking around.

I shook my head. Those dreams had messed with me. They gave me a cock. I didn’t know what to make of it. Sighing, I marched down the hallway to the nearest girl’s restroom, my futa-dick throbbing and pussy all juicy.