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Chapter 10 by Bikieman13 Bikieman13

Any issues for the rest of your shift?

Nope, you manage to get through your shift and head home.

You sadly do not have and can't afford a card, so you and Isaac close up and walk off your separate ways. Your apartment is about a 45 minute walk so you start off. As you walk down the sidewalk you pass by people bundled up tight as the temperature gets to around 30 degrees Fahrenheit. Doesn't bother you though, you rarely got cold even though you were pretty much muscle all over.

You simply strode down blocks watching the mist from your breath form shapes in the air. Your ears focused to the loud buzz of the city streets, and passing cars on the road. Your hands tightly in your pockets to keep them to yourself. You have to do this as your libido might sky rocket again, the gorgeous women practically breaking their necks to get a look at you and the bulge tracing your work pants might be to much stimulation.

Since you turned 18 this is basically how your life has been living life trying to not get to aroused. Since when you are aroused you have almost no self control keeping you from doing anything you can to satisfy your lust, hence why you left a cum drenched bimbo passed out behind your work. Who do not worry is fine after a few hours you saw her hobbling to her car, your thick cum splattering out of her to the ground with every step. You might have been concerned if you didn't see a grin similar to that of someone high as a kite on her face. Yet that was you getting off easy, as that was just you only getting off easy from your intense libido. Had you experienced a more intensive erection you doubt she would have even been able to crawl to her car when she woke up.

Your doctor theorized that because you were a futanari and had just the right mix of genes that your body was basically always one upping itself. As your body produced intense amounts of testosterone it would produce even greater amounts of estrogen to compete, the balance in constant flux. This has basically lead you to have **** development. Your doctor says you hover around ten times the average person's levels for both for now, and could always get even greater meaning constant check ups. You tower over the average person by a couple feet, and even though you don't work out or even try and be healthy your body is chiseled muscle. Well most of your body is muscle aside from the huge tits on your chest bigger than your head and an ass the wobbles with each step. It all sounds pretty great aside from the fact that every erection puts you at risk of just turning into a **** beast.

I mean it was okay when you were in high school, your body was built for sports which you dominated without fail. Your perfect face and figure had the boys interested in you, and all the girls for that matter when they picked up what was inbetween your legs. Yet that was back when you only were about 18 inches long, and the erections weren't nearly as hard to control. Yet as you get older every part of you just seems to get bigger and stronger without fail. Your cock flaccid now puts what it was to shame well past your knee on your towering frame. The two cantaloupes you called balls never seeming to run dry, despite the odds always just able to pump out gallons upon gallons of cum thicker than mud.

It kinda makes dating hard when no matter what you do any one you get to intimate with typically ends up fucked stupid. Any partner you have ever had either more or less becoming a useless sex doll, or a practical **** that does nothing but want to get you off. Which all sounds real great except that doesn't pay rent or medical bills for being a walking talking hormone factory.

You round the last corner as come back to reality from your thoughts your home across the street. It is a old and shitty triplex which you have the second floor, the sounds of ac units way past their prime floods the street with noise. You can hear your first floor neighbors screaming at a each other again, while from above you can smell the skunky smoke of your third floor neighbor smoking to much weed. You sigh and make your way into the rotted out building, up the steps and to your apartment.

Is it at least semi-decent?

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