Futanari Exploration

Futanari Transformation

 

I’m a woman. Alex looked over his body, the transformation complete.

Her curiosity was impossible to ignore. Tentatively, she lifted her hand to touch her breast. She stared at her fingers. Where she had once had large hands with thick, strong fingers, now her hand was slim and delicate, the fingers narrow with perfect nails. New hands. She smiled at how pretty they looked, how delicate and perfect. She stared at the pinky-sized nipples on the ends of her round breasts. She touched them, the hard flesh with the tip of her finger and a shiver ran through her. She pinched it and gasped at the feeling, somewhere between a tickle and a pinch, but there was something else as well. There was a reaction somewhere deep inside her, somewhere new.

She reached up with both hands. She let her fingers find the underside of each breast and mold to the gentle curves. It felt amazing. She lifted them, weighing them in her hands. They were so soft and holding them sent warmth through her entire body. Breasts. God, this feels good. She dared a little squeeze and the warmth she had felt grew hotter, like blowing on a hot coal. Ohhhh. She squeezed and released this time harder and the warmth became a flame that burned through her. She gasped. She had never felt anything like it. Immediately, her cock began to swell, begging to be touched. It’s like I can feel times a million. Like every sensation is electric.

Reaching down, she wrapped her right hand around her cock. She expected it to feel familiar, the only part of her left after the transformation, but it was foreign too. Her hands and fingers were new. She leaned over to see past her breasts. It was difficult; she could really only three-quarters of her length. But she didn’t care. God, that feels good. She squeezed and her cock throbbed.

I have a pussy. She leaned back a little and looked down. Leaning her cock to the right, she could see the edges of pink lips, the delicate folds of her labia. She glanced at the camera. Are they watching me? She watched her own reflection in the monitor’s glass. I’m pretty fucking hot. She spread her thighs. She could see the dark ellipses of her cunt in the reflection. Letting go of her erection, she held her breath and reached down toward her gash. Her fingertip grazed the flower-petal soft skin of her labia and a tickle unlike anything she had experienced went to the core of her. It felt like a tuning fork had been struck inside of her, a million little waves of pleasure shivered across her entire body.

She remembered the first pussy she had ever gotten up close with, a girl back in high school who could drive her dad’s car. They had ended up in an empty parking lot of a department store that wasn’t built yet. They had climbed in the back seat. After they made out, she had shimmied out of her yellow panties and spread her legs. From there, the instruction began. Over the course of an endless hour, she taught him how to handle a pussy, how to move her fingers around it, how to pinch and play with a clit, and how to drag her tongue across it, flat like a pancake.

Now she was playing with her own. Zoey quickly licked her fingers and ran them along her gash. She spread her lips with two fingers and then slid two along the warm, wet skin. Her fingers touched the stiff little nub of flesh and fireworks exploded behind her eyes. She pressed down and moaned. Her brain felt like it was swimming in a chemical concoction of bliss. Her hips ground her clit against her fingers. She gripped the sheets, remembered her breasts, and grabbed the left one firmly. Her hips grinding her hand into her muff, she slid one finger into her darkness. She closed her eyes as every nerve in her cunt sent signals to her brain. It was too much. Her cock began to drip precum, jerking every time her pussy gripped her finger. Oh fuck.

Her hips kept moving, thrusting back and forth. Her finger kept dipping inside, pressing into the hole and then sliding as deep as it could go. Her body enveloped it, surrounded it. She could feel the size and weight of the finger inside her, against her pussy walls. She thought of the way women in the past moved against his cock, the way they pivoted their hips, and he mimicked the motion.

Her cock screamed for attention, dripping pre onto the mattress and jerking up and down. She wrapped her fingers around it, her hips still fucking. It took a stroke or two and cum gushed from her cock onto the blanket. She pumped it, squeezing as firmly and dragging her hand along the shaft. Her pussy let go again, and sent her eyes rolling back in her head and cum dripping down her hand.

 

**This is a short part of an upcoming series. Stay tuned or sign up on the mailing list to be the first to read.

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