A special order (Breeder Ring, Futa)

You take a note of the website mentioned at the bottom of the ad, and replace the magazine. No sense buying a something for one ad, what was this, the sixties?

Later at home, you find yourself curious about that this whole situation. There's no way this could be real, right? ...Right?

A little bit of searching, and you find the website you wrote down, and.. It appears to be legit. You see all sorts off customer reviews on various products. It appears this 'Aphrodite's Aphrodisiacs' was just a very strange sextoy company that catored to every fetish from BDSM to body swapping to mind control. That is, if everything they sold actually worked as advertised.

You were tempted, you really were. In the privacy of your room, you double check the lock on your door to make sure no one was going to be sneaking up on you. Back in your computer chair, you pull up your skirt to reveal your partially hard cock, your greatest kept secret. There were other futas on the planet, but they were far from common. Since your parents decided to present your as a binary female to the world, and you didn't want to cause them any trouble, you still had every single one of your v-cards. Hell, you hadn't even ever gone out on a single date! You start to stroke your member with one hand, and with the other, you slide into your panties, past where your clit should have been, and start to fondle your lady-bits. You needed some post-orgasm clarity if you were really going to be buying anything today.

As you masturbated, you considered previous fantasies. The perfect boy, who would sweep you off your feet, and make gentle love to you; a beautiful man who wouldn't care about your girlcock, who you would gladly give your virginity to. The perfect girl, who would be wild and ferocious in bed; she would take care of all your needs, and show you what real fucking was. Another futa, who would understand your problems; she would be the perfect lover, someone who simply 'got' you. Sometimes your fantasies would drift a little. Every so often, your bitchy step-sister, Paige would cross your mind. That spoiled brat was the source of most of your misery, and self-esteem issues, and as such she would only ever appear as someone to be degraded into a cock-hungry whore for your own personal amusement. The cock hungry whore part wasn't honestly that far from the truth, since you knew that nearly every popular member of most of her school's sports teams had been in one of her holes, or another. When you eventually get to the part in your fantasy where you are straddling her stomach, fucking her oversized melons, while she is shoving a dildo in and out of your cunt, you can't take it anymore, and blow your load all over your dress, while simultaneously soaking your panties in other juices.

You clean yourself off, change into something a little less cum-soaked, and look back at the website. A little while later, you had spent a modest sum of money on a simple, bare-bones non-reactionary ring. You had also downloaded their app 'Goddess's Grace', and started filling out the information for your account.