A Futanari Dimension

I woke in my bed. It still felt the same, but I knew things were very different. The sheets were soft as I ran a delicate pair of manicured hands through them, no trace of the tears I last remembered crying. Strangely, I could feel a wetness had formed around my crotch, a pretty normal thing since underwear is mostly decorative here. How did I know that?

I reached down to feel the pool and my hand ran into my foot-long morning wood, that's when I actually opened my eyes. Holy shit! I've got a hog. I stared at my massive uncut cock, bright red and pulsing. I gripped it with my two dainty hands and I couldn't even cover it. It felt so good, so thick. Basically everything I've wanted my cock to be. Still, I knew that here... in this dimension, this was average. I leaned forward to examine it and my toned chest could easily contort all the way forward until my cock pressed its leaking dick hole against my tits. I had done this before. Memories of deep throating my own cock came back as casually as any other type of masturbation. Oh yeah, and I have tits... and I could see from here that I had a soaked, leaking, wet pussy.

"Holy shit," I whisper, I'm a futa. I jump to my feet and stand in front of the mirror, knocking a massive wet dildo onto the floor. I'll get to that later. I examine my body, the body that seems just like me in one sense, but that my soul has lived a life without. I've got a perfectly toned chest, perky tits just like Trish's (actually I remember, the Trish in this world has me beat), blonde hair like my sisters, an amazing bubble-butt, a massive leaking cock, and perfectly trim pussy. I am the pinnacle of a futanari. I stand just a little over 5' 4" and watch my body and cock sway in the mirror. I'm fucking hot! Then I remember that basically everyone is hot in this universe.

Years of schooling flood back into my memory. In an effort to keep humanity alive, almost all of society has been transitioned to futanari via genetic splicing. Our genome has been rewritten so that all are capable of bearing children and sustaining life. This came with its own complications societally and behaviorally, but I am the byproduct of all this human development, a futanari whose own biological conditions will adapt to genetic stimuli. Crazy, I think. This world is so different.

One of these crazy changes is hypersexuality. With the abundance of resources technology has given us, my genetic code has been rewritten to be constantly horny. My cock is capable of fucking whenever, for long periods, with massive loads. My vagina is constantly wet, infinitely stretchy, and extra-sensitive. My body emits natural hormones to encourage intercourse. Hell, even my mouth and asshole are modified to be vestigial sex organs with self-lubrication, connection to pleasure nerve endings (that means orgasming just by giving head), and the ability to apply stimulants to encourage sexual appetite. I'm a walking talking fuck machine... and so is everyone else.

I grip my fuck stick and stare at my bombshell body in the mirror. Amazing. A thin rivulet of pre-cum rolls down my shaft and beckons me to stroke if further... and as I look at it, the horse-sized dildo looks more and more familiar and my pussy yearns for it like an old friend. No use, being a fuck machine and not fucking, right?