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After doing a proper and quick cleanup, Julie scooped all her stuff into her book bag once she saw the time. She was a pervert, a nerdy pervert through and through. But, she still had classes tomorrow and assignments she might have procrastinated on, so it was time to go.

Walking towards the entrance, she noticed how different it was from before. Whilst before everyone was minding their own business and to some extent some still were, she noticed the many female flustered faces. They fidgeted in their chairs and tried to distract themselves to no avail, some were even secretly jerking off at their table. Meanwhile, other patrons in the area whispered among themselves about their behavior.

“…Disgusting.”

“Can’t they learn to control themselves or do it privately? It’s not like it takes them long to disappoint anyway. Unbelievable…”

“Look at her and her little shrimp dick.”

“Perverts…”

“…Fucking futanari freaks. They should be in chastity to maintain some dignity.”

Julie throbbed underneath her skirt. She was hard again and was tempted to stay. Only to experience firsthand the fantasy she created firsthand for herself. But, Julie mustered what little self-control she had left and walked out the door with her hardened dicklet creating a small but barely noticeable bulge.

While on her way home she went over her assignments and the new weekly releases when she passed by a certain shop. A sex shop she hadn’t visited in a while.

“Why not?” She shrugged as she entered the store.

As soon as Julie took one step inside, she immediately noticed the effect of her changes. What was once a place that was occupied by few, was now far more lively with others browsing and purchasing products. What did they have in common? You already know.

Julie took a quick glance around and walked towards the section with the most traffic. It was a whole shelf dedicated to futanari. It had things many would expect, like adult DVDs and sex toys, but they were very different in comparison to the last time she came. What once had onaholes ranging from different lengths and girths, now only had one size available and it was very popular.

“XXXtra small onahole for Futanari?” Julie flipped the box over. _“Designed to give an unforgettable and pleasurable time for those who are taking a little longer than others to experience the real thing. The product is compact and discreet letting you take it with you on the go because we know you have urges that are hard to control ;). The toy has openings at both ends for easy access and they’re stretchy on the rare occasion you and another futanari decide to use the toy together. Recommended for those 4 inches and under. Enjoy your premature ejaculation knowing this product was designed to bring _you as close to a real experience as possible. At least you won’t be spewing your cum into your hand again.”

A tingle ran down her spine. Could these companies really get away with writing like this on their products? It almost made her buy it on the spot but luckily for her wallet, she had one at home already.

As she continued to browse, she found more products that threatened her wallet's safety. Vibrators of different types, Chasity cages, they even had condoms from Xxxtra Small. Her wallet cried in anguish when Julie reached to grab a few items but became distracted by a voice from near the cash register at the front of the store.

“Are you kidding me? You’re charging me extra? Why?!” It was an Asian woman about the same age as Julie with her hands on her hips. Across from her was a pale-skinned blonde woman, one half annoyed and the other half uninterested.

“Well, judging by your selection of the onahole and other toys, I can tell you really need this stuff. But, seeing as I don’t really enjoy dealing with pin-dicks, especially of the futa type, I charge extra for my time.” The lady smirked. “I know your type is **** to cum their brains out, it’s honestly quite pathetic. But, I really enjoy watching them squirm.~”

Julie thought about letting it play out. But her pen had other ideas. Pulling out her notebook, she jotted another rule down.

Old Rule: Futanari are known to be naturally submissive in and outside of the bedroom. It’s not uncommon to see Futanari being pushed around or being bullied by others. They’re often aroused by this.

Julie looked up from the page and back to the woman. Almost instantaneously the fight in her eyes became vanquished. She couldn’t even finish her sentence she was in the middle of before the rule came into effect. Instead, her voice trailed off, sounding one of low confidence and embarrassment, especially with all the eyes on her now.

“You got something to say?” The Cashier glared at the newly submissive futanari.

“N-No, ma’am…”

“You sure had a lot of shit to say before, Slant-eyes. What’s the matter? Thinking with your head now instead of your oversized clit?” The Cashier scoffed. “What’s your name, Shrimp dick?”

“…K-Kimberly…” She was so quiet that the answer was barely audible.

“Well Kimmy, as punishment for wasting my time with your pathetic bitching, you’re going to pay me extra, understand?”

“Y-Y-Yes ma’am!” Kim’s wallet was shaking in her trembling hands. The faster she tried to appease her demand, the more her name whole body shook and as a result made it take longer than needed.

With a frustrated groan, the cashier reached over the counter and snatched it out of her hands. “Was it that fucking hard?” She rubbed her eyes, exasperated. “Your kind can’t do anything right.”

Julie (among the others in line) felt their dicks throb as they produced a weak shot of precum to soak into their clothing. It was the most obvious at the front of the line with Kim, no one to hide behind and at the full mercy of the minimum wage worker.

“Sure bought a lot of things, Pervert. What’s the matter? The ladies not throwing themselves on the 1-inch phimotic clit?” The Cashier's smile had more than just a hint of cruelty and sadism.

Her foot stomped against the ground. “It’s not that small! I-I’m average! It’s a-at least 4 inches!” Kim’s face was flushed all over.

“Really?”

Kim nodded expecting the interaction to be over. Sure, she may have been shy but maybe she’d back off if she stood her ground.

“Then you won’t mind showing me, right?” Unfortunately, at least for Kim, it wouldn’t work out that way.

“Wh-What? Why sh-should I?”

“Well, to prove you aren’t a liar in addition to being a cuck. But, I’ll make things interesting for you. You’ll get all your things at the counter for free and I might even let you have some fun with my tits. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you or anyone else starting.” The cashier walked around the counter and leaned her back against it, right before pulling Kimmy against her so her front was facing toward the line. “Of course, if you lose… Well, we’ll keep that a secret for now~.”

Kimmy’s skirt was the only thing that covered her pitched tent. Whimpers and moans escaped past her lips as the Cashier had gotten a ruler, lightly tapping the hardened cock over and over again.

“I take that as a yes.” She gripped the hem of her skirt with the ruler in the other. “Let’s see if your lying is as pathetic as your clitty.”