A true futanari.

Your back hurts. Really bad. You feel as if somehow the mattress is too small. Everything sucks. You feel a weight on your chest. It’s heavy. You just want to lay around all day. You force yourself to open your eyes.

(…it’s 4:44. I missed school… who gives a shit.)

You finally notice that your vision is slightly obscured by bluish gray lines. You brush your hand in front of your face.

(…thats my hair?! I don’t have blue hair?!! Why is it neck length?!)

You quickly sit up, looking up. But the wobbling on your chest makes you look down. And down and down.

After an hour of panic you have examined yourself fully. You are now a Woman. With a cock. A futa if you will. You are 6ft5. Massive perky tits. Massive hands that look dainty when not compared for scale. A huge ass, and thighs that are so plush that they constantly rub together. Your cock is a foot long. You are constantly horny too. And your asshole leaks a sticky and sweet little lubricant that you can’t get enough of. It’s an addicting aphrodisiac. You’re also incredibly strong. But not muscular.

(…Lame) you think while flexing a non existent bicep. You turn to see who opens the door, without being able to stop it.