Chapter 7: Futa Deals with the Wicked Cutie

Note: Thanks to my wonderful beta readers!

Stephen (Stephanie?) Mathers

I didn’t care that urine ran down my legs instead of splashing into the toilet bowl because I had tits.

I grabbed them, squeezing the big, soft boobs. These weren’t man-tits from having a few extra pounds. These were honest to god pair of breasts. Maybe F-cups. They were large and soft, the nipples pink and hard and four times as big. Maybe five times.

I slid my fingers up to them and pinched them. I gasped at that. Pleasure shot down my body to ... to ... Something that clenched. Something growing wet. I shuddered, this pressure growing at the tip of my cock.

“No, no, no,” I said, my voice feminine and throaty. “This can’t be happening. What the fuck?”

I stared at myself in the mirror. There was a woman’s face. Similar to my own. No goatee. No morning shadow of whiskers. That could be my sister, but it was me. I raised narrow eyebrows. I pursed my plump lips. I smacked them. I rubbed at my face with slender fingers.

Then I noticed my hair. It was long and fell around my face. It was down to my shoulders, even longer. That was impossible. What the hell was going on here? I slapped my face with both my hands. The sting rippled through me.

“Fuck,” I groaned at the pain, reddening prints blossoming on both cheeks.

I lowered my hands. Something slipped off my ring finger and tinked on the ground. I gasped at the sight of my wedding ring bouncing on the floor. I shuddered as I bent down and picked it up. I put it on my finger.

It didn’t fit.

My fingers were narrower. I had hips. Lost all the excess pounds. I looked like a fucking MILF. I was hot. Sexy. My pussy—god, I had a pussy—clenched and this wave of molten heat rushed through me. God, I was turning myself on.

My clit throbbed. It itched. Was that normal for a woman? I bit my lip. This body felt so natural, but I didn’t want it to be. I was supposed to be a man. This made no fucking sense. Why the hell had this happened? This should be impossible.

You didn’t go to bed a man and wake up as a woman.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groaned, my big boobs jiggling with my every movement. It was so distracting. I grabbed them again, squeezing them. “Shit, I could play with these all day.”

My wife, Nora, had a killer pair of tits. After three kids, they had become about this big. I kneaded my new boobs, that clit throbbing more and more. I bit my lip. It itched so much. It begged to be touched. It wanted to swell.

I didn’t want to get used to this body, but...

I slid my hand down my flat stomach. I was toned. Fit. My fingers reached the thick, brown bush. I slid through the curls and brushed the top folds of my pussy. The clitoral hood. The bud. I gasped as I rubbed it. This pleasure shot through me.

My back arched as it throbbed. I could feel it swelling. Engorging. It grew into between my fingers. I gasped as I rolled it. I stared down past my boobs at it growing bigger. A pink rod that was swelling out from my bush.

“The fuck is going on?” I asked as the flesh bled from pink to beige. The tip became...

A cock.

I was growing a cock with my clit. This didn’t make any fucking sense. My cock grew thicker and longer. I held it, feeling its pulse in my hand. It grew thicker and longer. I shuddered as I pumped up and down my own girth.

“Fuck,” I muttered as I swelled to twice my original size. Three times. I was hung. “What the hell is this?”

My clit-cock felt amazing. My pussy clenched as I stroked myself. I stared at myself in the mirror. A sexy MILF with a huge dick. That made me swallow. This was so hot. I groaned, pumping faster and faster up and down my dick.

The pleasure shot down to my pussy. The ache settled there into my snatch. I shuddered, loving this. Feminine moans rose from my throat as I jerked off my new big dick. This girl-cock that felt fantastic. My cunt clenched.

A bead of juices ran down my thigh while my cunt ached.

My left hand flexed. My fingers itched to do something naughty. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but my pussy burned to be touched. I couldn’t stop myself from moving my hand lower and lower until I was pushing it against the fold of my pussy.

I groaned as I rubbed myself. I worked my digits up and down the folds of my pussy. It felt so good to play with myself like that. I shuddered, this heat rushing through me. One hand pumped up and down my cock while the other stroked my cunt.

Then I thrust two fingers up inside me.

I gasped as I was penetrated for the first time.

I shuddered, feeling those two fingers sliding into my new cunt. The hot, juicy silk engulfed them. I groaned, the pleasure shooting up to the tip of my dick. I quivered there and kept fingering myself. It was amazing to do this. To pump my digits in and out of my cunt. I groaned, loving every second of this. I savored every moment of it.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Oh, that’s so good. That’s amazing. Yes, yes, yes!”

My pussy clenched down on my digits. They held them tight as I fingered myself. I pumped away at my cunt. I thrust in and out of my digits. It was just fantastic. My face contorted with the delight of this bliss.

My cunt clamped down on my own digits while I pumped my other hand up and down my girl-cock. All these sensations were swirling through me. Pressure built deep inside my snatch like I had a pair of nuts up there bursting to cum.

“Shit, shit, shit!” I groaned, thrusting those digits in and out of my cunt. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

My hand flew up and down my cock. My pussy loved those fingers burying into my snatch. The two delights built and built that pressure at the tip of my dick. I hurtled towards that familiar moment when I would cum.

“Fuck!” I gasped as I flogged my clit-dick. “Yes, yes, that’s so good. Hell, yes!”

I erupted.

My pussy convulsed around my fingers while my girl-dick exploded. Hot cum jetted out of my dick and splashed the mirror and the bathroom sink. I painted the nickel-plated faucets with spunk. The familiar pleasure slammed through me, intense and incredible.

Then came the waves of delight. They were new. Gentler but so passionate. They rippled out of spasming cunt and washed through my body. The two delights met in my mind, something my thoughts with ecstasy.

I shuddered, my head swaying. This wonderful rapture shot through me. I groaned, my face contorting with passion. I whimpered, my new cock spurting over and over again while my pussy convulsed around my digits.

“Yes!” I moaned, loving this bliss so much. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s incredible.” I hit the peak of my pleasure. I savored the bliss—

DING-DONG!

The front doorbell rang through the house. I blinked, groaning. Who could that be? What was even going on? Did it have to do with that pink, gelatinous version of my oldest daughter Shannon that had fucked me last night? The one that just woke me up and rode my dick?

I’d dismissed that as I dream, but I was a woman with a clit that grew into a dick. I shuddered, my heart pounded in my chest. This was so insane. I—

DING-DONG!

“Shit!” I groaned. I darted out of the bathroom, my clit-dick swaying before me. I darted to my bedroom and grabbed one of my wife’s bathrobes. I pulled the purple cloth on me and rushed down the stairs as it rang a third time. “Coming! Coming!”

I hurtled through the house, belting the robe close. The clit-dick seemed to be shirking back into a bud. This was so surreal. My big boobs bounced in my robe, the fabric feeling so incredible against my nipples.

I reached the door and opened it. A woman in a gray pantsuit was at the door, her black hair pulled up into a bun. She flashed a badge like an FBI Agent and said, “I’m Lieutenant Seabrook, and I just have some questions to ask you...”

“Steph...” I couldn’t say I was Stephen. “ ... anie. Stephanie Mathers.”

“Well, Stephanie, I wonder if you saw something weird last night?” she said. “Something that had fallen out of the sky and landed in the woods behind your neighborhood.”

An alien, shot through my mind. That was what the pink and gelatinous version of my daughter was. I wanted to say yes, but ... I had been turned into a woman. Would the government capture me and experiment on me? Like the X-Files or something.

“No, no,” I said. “I went to bed around ten and slept in. Just got up.”

“Yes, yes, I talked to your son,” she said. “Just thought I would check up on the others.”

I swallowed. “Okay. Not sure I can add anything.”

She nodded. “And do you have two daughters? One is a redhead with freckles and another has brassy-brown hair she wears in pigtails.”

“Yes,” I said slowly. “That’s Shannon and Morgan.”

Why was she asking about my daughters?

“And do they go to the nearby high school?” she asked.

I nodded. Not wanting to lie to a federal agent. “What is going on? Is there something I need to be worried about?”

She smiled but it didn’t touch her eyes. They were red-rimmed with bags under them. She hadn’t gotten much sleep. “No, no, I just have to follow up on any report, even if it’s a wild goose chase. You know, be thorough. I missed talking to them, so I thought I would just give them an interview.”

I shrugged, my heart pounding. Why had that strange creature been Shannon? Why had she turned me into a woman with a clit-dick? It had to be an alien. This was some X-files shit. I watched that stuff all the time when I was a kid. Back when you had to watch a TV show when it aired. First Friday nights then it had switched to Sundays.

Liked it better on Fridays. My friends and I would I watch it when it came on late at night in the dark basement.

And I had learned that you couldn’t let the government get their hands on aliens or people in contact with them. If Shannon had been, I had to protect her. I was her father—mother!

“I really don’t know what she saw,” I said. “I hadn’t heard anything weird.”

“Okay, okay,” the agent said. She pulled out a card from her pocket and handed it over. “If you see anything or remember anything, give me a call.”

I stared and saw she was in the USSF. A lieutenant. “Wait, that’s the Space Force, right?”

She nodded. “Might have been a satellite that came down. Can’t say more than that. Classified.”

“Right, right.” An alien. That was what it was. An alien who had taken on my daughter’s form. That was frightening. What to do? “Well, uh, I’ll be on the lookout.”

“Thanks.” She yawned and stretched her back. “I need to get some coffee. You have a good one.”

I nodded and closed the door. My heart burst into wild activity. I leaned against the door and wondered what to do about this. I had to warn Shannon. But I had to be careful about it. The government could be reading my messages.

No, they were. The NSA did that, but the government needed some special courts to link messages with a US Citizen. How hard would it be to get a warrant, though? So I just had to be careful what I sent. That was it.

I rushed upstairs to find my phone, my big tits jiggling. Christ, what was I going to do about being a woman?

Ruru

It was warm and wet and wonderful inside of Shannon’s pussy.

Her cunt squeezed about me as she walked. The flesh rippled, massaging me as she moved. It was such a wicked delight. She soaked me in her juices. I could taste her pussy juices. They were so tangy and yummy. I could also hear her talking.

That Space Forces woman sounded dangerous. I had not been too concerned with the military of the United States, but I had learned they were the most powerful in the world. They spent a lot of money on it. And they did track satellites in orbit with radar. So they must have picked me up and were looking for me.

But how could they find me? I was hidden. Safe and secure in Shannon’s pussy.

I was so glad that I had found her and her family. I had turned her father into a futa. The new and improved Stephen Mathers should be waking up with her new body. Big boobs. I had redirected that excess body fat to where it would do some good. She would have a huge clit-dick. She would just be so happy about her new form.

I was so glad I had done that. Mrs. Mathers would have such a big surprise when she came home from work. Stephen Mathers—I wonder what her new name would be—would be seen as a hero. I read so many articles about how brave transgender people were. I gave her that.

“Okay, okay, Ruru, we’re meeting people who aren’t aware of you, like my girlfriend,” Shannon said. “So don’t do anything weird, okay? Just stay in here.”

“Okay,” I answered her, vibrating my body to send the sound waves through her.

She shuddered as I did that, squeezing her cunt around me. Her heartbeat sped up, and her blood pressure increased. She loved this girl. Raquel. I had seen her Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat, TikTok, and Goodreads profiles. I knew she was a good friend of Shannon.

I wondered if they had sex. That would be amazing.

Nora Mathers

It was so surreal being at work, sucking down coffee, after the night I had. The morning, too. I had a futa-dick and so did both of my daughters. The things we did. The incestuous, wicked, delicious things I did with them and the futa-slime.

I had cheated on my husband. I had a clit-dick I could summon at a moment’s notice, and no one at my hospital had any idea when I checked in to the maternity ward where I worked. I loved being an obstetrics nurse. To help with deliveries and to watch over the newborns. It was so rewarding to take care of the little ones.

The neo-natal ward was hard to work, premature babies were so delicate. They could lose the fight so fast, but the normal maternity ward was usually all smiles. Except for that one time the woman’s baby was far, far too dark to be her husband’s.

Of course, I couldn’t judge. I was a cheating whore, too.

“Hey, Nora, can you visit 7? A mother needs a lactation coach.”

“Right on it,” I said and this naughty tingle shot through me. I had coached many women on nursing their babies and now ... Now my clit tingled. Just thinking about bending down and suckling from her nipple sent this wild thrill through me.

I shook my head, surprised by how strong this lust was. That wasn’t like me at all. What was wrong with me? My clit pulsed with my heartbeat. It throbbed and arched as I headed down the hallway and towards 7. The idea of nursing on her nipple swelled in me. It was this itch that had taken root in my brain and didn’t want to go away.

Which was baffling. I wasn’t attracted to women and...

I was a futa now. That Ruru had changed me. Had she turned me into someone that just wanted to cheat on my husband with every cutie around? And 7 ... That was Franny Jennings. The young mother. Twenty-five. First child. A pretty thing who had gotten a nice pair of tits from her pregnancy.

I reached her door, my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I drew in a deep breath. “Be professional, Nora. You’ve been a nurse for twenty years. You know how to act with patients.”

I knocked on the door and entered to find the young, married woman lying on her bed. She turned off the TV and smiled at me. “Are you the lactation coach?”

“That’s me,” I said. “Nurse Nora. How are you doing?”

“Good, good,” she said. “I just can’t get my daughter to nurse. She’s had to be fed with a bottle twice now. I feel like just such a failure.”

“Okay,” I said and frowned. “Where is your daughter?”

“Oh, the nurse took her away again. And my husband had to go work his shift. They wouldn’t give him any more time off.” Frustration fell on her face. “And I can’t nurse my baby.”

“Okay,” I said and pumped some hand sanitizer onto my hand. I rubbed the jelly alcohol across them as I headed to her. Normally, I needed the baby here, but...

I just had to show her that she could lactate. There was no harm in having a little suckle, right. My clit pulsed as I moved towards her bed. If they just took her baby away, then we would have some privacy. Her husband was gone, too. I could do this, right?

No, no, she would freak out.

“Okay, let’s open the front of your dress,” I said, smiling at her. “See if there are any problems. I’m going to have to manually manipulate your breast, okay?”

“Sure,” the young mother said. The brunette was so trusting. I was Nurse Nora. I wouldn’t do anything weird to her like molest her with my big futa-dick.

My clit pulsed more and more, begging to swell into a big cock. I shuddered at that as I sat down on the edge of her bed. She unlaced the knots holding her maternity gown closed. She opened it, revealing her lush and heavy breasts. She had dark-red nipples that were soft, not poking out of her areola.

We’d have to change that.

I put my bare hands on her boobs, squeezing her. I wore no gloves. I loved how warm and soft her breasts were. I kneaded them both, loving how they felt in my hands. My touch made her shift. Her nipples began to harden. They perked up and rose from her areolas.

“Mmm, don’t be embarrassed,” I said. “Your nipples need to be hard so I can do a full exam. Your breasts feel nice and healthy. I can feel that you have pressure. You need to lactate, don’t you?”

She nodded. “It’s starting to hurt. I really need to get it out of me.”

“And you will,” I said, my thumbs swiping out to brush her areolas. I rubbed them then her nipples. She gasped as I did that. “You feel that?”

She nodded, her cheeks starting to darken with her blush. “Yeah, that’s very ... I mean ... I didn’t expect you to touch me like that.”

I winked at her. “Now, we just have to get your milk flowing, and there really is only one way to do it. Luckily, nature has already provided it. So just relax.”

I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I bent over and latched onto her nipple. I was insane.

Shannon Mathers

My cheeks burned as Raquel waited for Morgan and me just outside the high school. I hadn’t seen her since I left her place last night. I had been a normal girl then, not a futa who had cheated on her with Ruru, my mother, and my little sister.

I loved Raquel. I didn’t want to hurt her.

“Hi Raquel,” I said, my pussy clenching around Ruru filling up my pussy. She had compressed her body to the size of a big dildo.

Which was just wild.

My girlfriend beamed at me. She had golden-brown skin that shone in the morning sun. She always had this luster to her. I was so envious of her beauty. Her black hair fell in a short bob around her face. She wore a tight crop top that hugged her round breasts and a tight pair of skinny jeans.

“Hey, Raquel,” I called and reached her. I didn’t hesitate to give her a quick kiss on the mouth.

“In front of your sister?” Raquel asked.

“Well, it’s out of the bag with my mom and sis that I’m a lesbian,” I said. “Morgan, Raquel and I are dating.”

“I know,” Morgan said. “I’ll see you later. I have something I want to show Gillian.”

I knew just what it was that she was going to show her.

I pulled my girlfriend to me and said, “I have something to show you, too.”

“What?” demanded not my girlfriend but her bratty, little sister. Calista jumped up before us. The younger, Hispanic girl had a huge, wicked grin on her face. “Are you going to show it to me, too?”

“Of course not,” I said, scowling at her. “It’s for your sister to see only.”

“Fuck off!” my girlfriend hissed at her little sister.

“You’re going to show me, Shannon,” Calista said and darted down the sidewalk. She wore a tight pair of jeans that hugged her rump. My clit throbbed. I had kissed Calista’s pussy last night. She had threatened to tell Mrs. Santiago that Raquel and I were more than friends. My girlfriend’s homophobic mother would flip out.

That girl made me nervous. More than nervous. Scared.

“Are you okay?” asked Ruru, her body vibrating in my cunt. “Your blood pressure is spiking high. Are you angry at something?”

“Calista’s just being her usually bitchy self and pissing me off,” I said out loud.

“Yep,” said Raquel, not realizing that what I said was phrased weirdly. But how else to reassure Ruru without Raquel knowing? “So, what do you have to show me, pretty girl?”

“Later,” I said. “After school. Is your mom going to be home?”

“No, no,” she said. “And Calista has her practice, so that should be the perfect time for us to get together. What do you have to show me?” She lowered her voice. “Did you actually order the strap-on? Did it arrive?”