Futanari Fortress

Futanari Fortress, Entrance Courtyard, at 09:17 AM on Monday March 13th, 2024.

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Your eyes snap open to harsh morning sunlight filtering through crimson banners. The cold stone floor presses against your bare back, and immediately you register the wrongness — the impossible heaviness pulling at your chest, the cascade of lavender hair spilling across your shoulders, the air kissing bare thighs that feel too thick, too soft.

You try to sit up and nearly scream. Your breasts — massive, wobbling H-cups that strain against a white blouse three sizes too small — shift with alarming weight. The fabric has already torn across the buttons, exposing the deep valley of cleavage and the pale underswell of tit-flesh. Your nipples are visible through the thin material, stiff as diamonds and aching with a sensitivity that makes you gasp.

Standing is worse. Your legs tremble as you plant your hands on the ground and push yourself up, feeling your ass — round, jiggly, obscene — bounce with the movement. The tiny plaid skirt you're wearing barely covers anything; you can feel cool air kissing your pussy lips through soaked panties that cling to every fold. You're dripping. Already. Without even being touched.

"What the fuck..." you whisper, but the voice that emerges is breathy, feminine, nothing like Kenji's flat monotone. Your hand flies to your throat.

The courtyard around you is massive — all gothic stone architecture and towering walls. A fountain depicting a muscular woman with an enormous cock spurting water dominates the center. Through an archway ahead, you can see what looks like a grand entrance hall. To your left, a narrow alley disappears between high walls. To your right, an ornate door marked "Barracks."

A distant sound makes you freeze — heavy footsteps, multiple pairs, echoing from somewhere inside the fortress. Voices too, deep and feminine at once, laughing about something.

"—fresh meat should be arriving today—"

"—hope she's got a tight cunt—"

"—break her in the breeding chambers—"

Your pussy clenches involuntarily at the words, sending a mortifying wave of pleasure through your hypersensitive body. Your knees buckle slightly and you have to catch yourself against the fountain's edge, panting.

Your objective for this adventure is: Find and pass through the Exit Gate to escape this hentai world before suffering a permanent bad.