Think on it.

The girls tried desperately to communicate that they weren’t sure. With the throats all used up and full of cum they couldn’t really speak, and with the massive weight of 20 gallons of sperm atop each of them they weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. Then the twin got an idea and mimed writing.

“Oh uhh yeah” Hiromi pulled a notebook from her book bag and a pencil to hand to them. Just before she handed it to them she stopped and double checked to make sure she wasn’t about to hand off the Rulebook. Thankfully she caught herself as she absolutely was about to do that, “Oh whoops! Heh not this one… it’s got some uh… private stuff in it” she joked before pulling a different notebook out.

The cum stuffed gal began writing down the pair’s answer. “Although we loved being so fortunate as to have a real futa fuck us, we’re not quite sure. That would be a big change in our lives.”

Hiromi read the explanation and nodded. “That’s completely understandable. I wouldn’t want to stop you from achieving your own dreams in life. Just… think about it. You probably can’t really move right now so… once you’re mobile again….” The newly made futa knelt by the bedside and gave each twin a kiss on the cheek. “…I need to make some calls to get my old stuff delivered here. I also need to get some new clothes, if you two are gone before I get back I’ll know your answer.” Hiromi picked up her bookbag and got dressed in her cock-displaying Crescent Skirt. It was going to take some time getting used to having a fat cock out in the open, but it would also be fun.

—The Mall—

Hiromi loved these new rules! She had witnessed not just once or twice but four separate times a girl had just been openly fucked right in public and, instead of acting appalled, everyone smiled and gave said girl an enthusiastic “Atta girl” as her guts were rearranged and filled by a total stranger with a big dick. She had also noticed there were stores that catered directly to Futa Fashion with fancy looking cock socks made of leather, lace and everything between, skirts, stocking and everything else to make her kind as sexually appealing as possible. Not to mention most bras she saw were what used to be custom ordered but are now off-the-rack.

“Wow Honey, look at you with a massive fuck stick. I bet you get girl’s throwing themselves at your feet with a cock like that, doncha sugah?.” Another futa commented in a heavy southern drawl as Hiromi smiled politely and gave a compliment to acknowledge a fellow futa.

“You’re not too bad yourself thunder buns. I bet you’ve filled your fair share of girls.” She tried to be witty and hoped her dated phrase would at least seem charming. The other futa gave her own balls, which were completely uncovered and dangling between her knees, a meaty slap as she smirked, “Thanks babe. I try. Leave some pussy for me now, ya hear?” Before continuing on with her own shopping.

Huh. Futas really were pretty friendly to one another. As Hiromi returned to her shopping she couldn’t help but notice a group ladies sitting on a bench outside the store she was in continuously giving her bedroom eyes as they sipped drinks with various food court logos on them. They were obviously trying to get her to fuck them without asking for it since asking was against social norms. A Futa gets to choose who to fuck in public. Hiromi especially decides who she does and does not seduce and is, most certainly, NOT seduced by others… in fact…

Old Rule:Any attempt to knowingly seduce a Futa is a crime punishable by being turned into a public use Fuck hole for one month at the exact location where said crime had taken place.

Hiromi looked up from her rule book and noted the group of ladies were still eyeing her up. Hiromi gave them a smug look as she approached them.

“Evening ladies. Couldn’t help notice you trying to catch my attention. Is there something you gals want from me?” Hiromi asked as her hard cock bobbed between two of the three women.

“You could say that again gorgeous. Let’s just say we want you to want us.” One of the ladies said, clearly the head of the trio.

Hiromi raised an eyebrow at how bold these women were. “That sounds marginally close to a seduction. This is a real dangerous game you ladies are playing.” The young Japanese futa said as she ran a finger along the lead woman’s jawline.

“Well you know what they say, high risk high reward” Her bedroom eyes were locked on Hiromi’s own as the two stared at each other.

“…I gotta admit I like what I see. Unfortunately for you I believe that rules are meant to be followed…” Hiromi stood up straight before looking back and calling “…SOMEONE GET A SECURITY GUARD! THESE WOMEN ARE ATTEMPTING TO SEDUCE A FUTA!”

All three women adopted the same wide-eyed scared expression. One of them jumped to her feet and attempted to run but was grabbed by the Southern Belle futa from earlier.

“Now where y’all think yur goin sug?”

“No please! I’m a single mother with a daughter. Please!”

“Now maybe yuh shoulda thoughta that before y’all went about breaking the law. You know it’s illegal to try an seduce a futa in public! So now yur holes are gonna belong to the public. Gals like ya’ll don’t deserve Futa Cock.”

A security guard took the three into custody until the police came to pick them up.

“You alright hon?” The woman asked Hiromi, whom had to look up to look her in the eyes. She may have given her self the biggest dick on earth but she was still a short girl.

“Yeah, I’m okay, thanks. I’m glad those three were caught. I hope they never get the pleasure of getting stretched out around futa cock again!”

“Too right honey. Well you stay safe now, ya hear?” The shorter asian futa watched the blonde belle saunter off with a cockless woman, probably her sister of Mother by the looks of her.

Hiromi could watch that pair of asses all day and the cheecks wobbled inside their short shorts. But she was here to get herself a proper wardrobe, not check out sexy bitches she wanted to plunge her body wrecking cock into. She could just “give” herself some clothes but shopping was so much more fun. Now that she was out from under her parents roof, she could finally express her own style.

“Hmm, what style should I try for? Weeb… gothy… preppy… hmm, this place has such a good selection…”