FutaOverlord

You are twenty-six, unemployed, and tired of being called a bum by your own mother. When a discreet clinical trial offers life-changing money for a simple “private area” implant, you sign without hesitation. You wake up to discover the device is not on your cock. A thin, seamless ring now sits around the tight rim of your asshole. The contract is ironclad. The NDA is absolute. You cannot tell a soul. What no one mentioned is that the other ends of the wormhole have already been distributed across the Futanari Dominion — an isolated island of aggressive, hyper-endowed women currently under a sex ban and climbing the walls with need. They do not know your name. They do not care. They only know there is a warm, impossibly tight hole on the other side of the link that can be used at any hour of the day or night. You will be taken while sitting at the dinner table. While riding the bus. While trying to sleep. While your mother and sister are in the next room. Your body will be stretched around cocks thicker than a soda can. Your belly will swell with load after heavy load until you look six months pregnant. You will leak down your thighs in public. You will be left gaping, used, and silent, because the contract forbids you from ever explaining why.

After the Corona Virus outbreak two years later a new mutated strand was spread that only affected women age 18-50. This was widely contagious but nowhere close to fatal. After a week of cold like symptoms something unexpected happened. The infected women, 50% of the female population worldwide... grew cocks! Tests have shown that the mutation caused a humongous increase in sperm production, libido, and blood flow to the cock.