Chapters tagged futa

by nacewasy

Chapter 1

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Chapter 2

You’re in the tiny locker room of Futa-Corp, already dreading another “shift” as the receptionist. Two years in this hellhole, and the job still feels worse than any back-breaking labor. Your tasks sound innocent on paper—carrying documents, running errands—but the reality is pur...

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Chapter 3

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Chapter 4

You grab the stacks for Bety and Lisa, heart pounding, and bolt straight for the elevator. No detours, no eye contact, no slowing down. Miraculously, when the doors slide open, it’s empty. No futas lurking inside. You exhale sharply—maybe, just maybe, you’ll make it to the 5th fl...

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Chapter 5

It’s only 8:30… “You can make it through the day without too much trouble,” you tell yourself, catching your breath after the elevator spanking. “I’ve had worse mornings…” Normally by now you’d already have been gang- by five futas at once or used as a human urinal while cow...

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Chapter 6

You mutter under your breath, voice barely audible over the pounding in your ears: “Filthy bitch… one day I won’t need this shitty job anymore. I’ll get the fuck out and leave all these futas behind.” You hawk and spit onto the floor—trying to purge the lingering taste of Bety’s...

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Chapter 9

You decide fuck it—you’re heading to your locker room while the entire company is still packed in the auditorium. No one’s around to grope, slap, or “assign” you extra duties. You grab your few belongings (a crumpled spare blouse, your phone with the cursed task app, nothing else...

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Chapter 10

You finish your “meal,” but there are still thirty minutes left on your lunch break. You stand up from the central stool—slowly, carefully—drawing every eye in the cafeteria again. Your stomach gurgles violently, churning with the thick sludge of cum, piss, smegma, and pubes you...