Swaying trunk retirement home

The swaying trunk retirement home for seniors. The reception room of the nursing home feels a bit tired, with worn furniture and faded carpet that show signs of age. The receptionist’s desk is cluttered with papers and old brochures, and the walls are lined with peeling paint and dim, outdated artwork. Fluorescent lights hum above, casting a cold glow over the room, while the air smells faintly of disinfectant. A few mismatched chairs are scattered around, with magazines from months ago piled on a table, giving the space a forgotten, neglected feel.

You move over to the brocures and pick one up from this retirement home. The front of it has a large oak tree with two knots and a hanging tree trunk, a tiny elephant is carved into its side. Flipping the page you see "Swaying Trunk Retirement Home, exclusive home for well endowed futanari seniors 65+ age, 12+ length." Continuing to skim you catch several buzz phrases, "all young male staff" "exclusive hot tubs" "physical activity rooms" but as you look around the reception its clear.. none of those things are here.

Placing the brochure down you approach the recption desk, noone is behind it. You click the tiny bell for service and wait. Still nothing.. ding ding ding you ring it several times.

"Yeah yeah im coming im coming," the voice calls sleepily from somewhere behind reception. A head pokes out of a supply closet, a tired looking middle aged futa receptionist hobbles over the desk, he glasses hang low on her nose as she makes no effort to adjust them. Her hair is greying blond and a mess, while she wears no uniform instead a faded blouse. "Dropping off?" She asks.

"Dropping.. oh no. Visiting i guess?" You manage to studder in surprise.

She eyes you confused, "visiting? No one visits swaying trunk.. even the residents rarely get visitors.. and never males."

You think for a second, you have no relatives here. Hell you only came because of the grindongrannies website tracker. Thinking as quickly as you can you sputter, "im a volunteer." The receptionist eyes you with nore confusion. "For the.. GoG organization. Bettering the lives of the retired." You beam a big fake smile at her.

She ponders this for a minute, her brow tightening. "The ladies could use some company.. on the other hand.. you are a male.. but we could use help... well i guess." She spins in her chair to blow the dust off a large cardboard box. With a tug she manages to pull out an old beat up t-shirt with a suspicious white stain on the front. The back is stretched out as if used to pull the wearer down. "Here a staff shirt, come on ill show you around."

She unlocks her reception door and using a badge lets you into the main hallway. The building looks just as sad as the entrance. You can feel a sense of dread and depression within as you follow the receptionist.

"On the left here are some of resident rooms, up here on the right is our.. private room.. for each resident to.. deal with some pent up issues. And here is the central open area... Dolly what are you doing?!" As you walk.into a large depressing open room, near the tv and couch you see an older futa in a wheelchair with her entire bottom half exposed.

Holly turns slightly to look at her, at first she has a deep sadened look in her eye. But the moment she sees you her face lights up with excitement. You fail to notice this because in her lap is the biggest futa cock youve ever seen. Long and thick it slowly starts to grow and extend at the sight of you.

Scowling the receptionist continues, "oh holly you couldnt get your pants back on again?" She turns to you and whispers, "some of the residents are trouble with all the erections. No where to deal with it. Mrs. Engorged is a repeat offender." She turns back to Mrs. Holly Engorged, " lets get back to our room then." She pushes her in the wheelchair back to her room.

"Wait but, who was that young man?" You hear holly cry out. A door shuts in the distance as the receptionist returns. "Sorry about that, gotta just wait for it to go down to help her." She clicks on the tv and the room fills with the loud sounds of porn. You look to see an older futa crotched behind a young male ramming her cock into him as he screams out. "Oh god sorry" she says clicking the tv back off. "Well.. this has already been exhausting."

You shake yourself enough to ask, "well, what do i do?"

She laughs slightly, "i honestly dont know, weve never had a volunteer.. i guess either go help Mrs. Engorged into her pants or find another resident to help." She waves awkwardly and heads back to reception.

Seems like Swaying Trunks is full of mature old futa grannies with the biggest cocks. It is time to help them.