Later

Later that evening you snuck a peak at your mum’s phone while she was watching TV, looking down the contact list and finding an entry named “Charlotte (work)” which must be the one. You copied the number into your own contacts and retreated to your room.

Your heart beat hard in your chest as you typed out a message to the new contact.

“Hi, sorry to message you out of the blue, I’m Billy, Amanda’s son”

You decided to leave the first message at that for now, partly to make sure it was the right person and partly because your fingers were shaking too hard to type more. With a whoosh the message had been sent and you waited with baited breath.

You did not have to wait long as a message pinged back within a minute.

“Well hello there cutie, to what do I owe this honour?”

You started to turn a little red at being called cutie and you typed a reply.

“My mum said you had told her something about bait? And that maybe i was one? I was just wondering if you could tell me more?” You sent before quickly adding “oh and please can you not tell my mum I messaged you”

“Oooo secret messages, how exciting! Dont worry, your secret is safe with me. I’d love to explain about futa bait, sweetie, but first send me that picture your mother showed me earlier, i only got a glimpse of it earlier and ill need to have a closer look to explain it properly”

You scrolled through your pictures and found the one in question, you on your birthday at the water park, standing in the sunlight wearing a pair of swimming shorts and nothing else, with a big grin. You sent the picture over and there was a short delay before a response pinged back.

“Nice. Very nice” it read, followed by a winky face. “DEFINITELY futa bait. You see, we futas all have somewhat different taste in what we like up to a point but there is a certain type which we ALL find completely irresistible. Slim, short, soft skin, cute face with that deer in the headlights look, oh yeah that’s definitely you. You are every futa’s absolute ideal”

Your cheeks were burning as you read the message, heart palpitating and breath ragged as another arrived.

“If you ever came down to futa town, you’d be VERY popular” another winky face “be careful though, we have BIG appetites and for a submissive boy like you, our pheromones cab be hard to resist.”

You type back “wow, thanks for that, its very nice to know”

“No, thank you, futa bait” another wink “Anytime you want to send me more pictures to judge, please do…or if you’re ever around, i live at 210 South Street in Futa Town.” This was followed by an emoji of a purple vegetable thing for some reason you couldn’t understand and a final winky face.