u/IgnorantWriter

Living in this part of town comes with tradeoffs. Yes, then rent is cheap, but even our feckless property manager had to admit that break-ins are becoming “a growing nuisance,” and that we should all take extra precautions.

The girls in our building take these warnings to heart. The boys, though, are oblivious as ever.

Which is how you ended up with your apartment invaded, hand-gagged while coming out of the shower, and hogtied naked on your living room couch while two robbers pilfer your goods.

Fuck. Maybe you should have checked your lock…

When I pass by your door I can sense something amiss. Maybe it’s the sounds of mischievous chatter coming from your bedroom wall. Perhaps it’s the mud the robbers tracked n on their boots. Or maybe I just have a sixth sense for knowing when there’s a tied up helpless boy with panties stuffed in his tape-gagged mouth sitting between me and a flimsy wooden door.

I bust it open. There’s definitely a ‘dear diary, jackpot’ moment when I see you tied there, but the moment is ruined when you start mmphing and struggling wildly, eyes wide, face red.

I put my finger up to my lips with a warning expression. There goes the element of surprise, silly.

“I’ll punish you for that later,” I mumble, as I get into stance as the robbers enter the room.

“Someone’s not being a very good little hostage…hey, what the—“

Faster than my size would suggest, I leap for the miscreant and wrench their arm behind their back. The roll of duct tape, along with whatever they were planning to do with it, falls to the floor. I’m just about to pick it up and deliver my own bondage Justice when their partner comes up behind me.

Now it’s a fight. I spin on my heel and toss one into the other, sending them tumbling. Before they can get up a swift kick sends them both flying toward the center of the living room, falling with a groan while you turn onto your side to hide your growing erection.

I already noticed.

The two robbers rub their heads as they slowly try to get up. They groan as they hear my Dr. Marten’s come striding up beside them.

“Had enough?”

They skeddadle out of the front door. It swings open. I could go for them, but…

I smile.

You do owe me.

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Hey! I've posted this one before and it's a lot of fun so I want to run it again. Tonight I'm interested in trying some variations. Perhaps you think you learned your lesson and are much more vigilant—except you STILL end up getting recaptured! I can play villain and heroine so I'll be the gurl(s) tying and transporting you as well as your rescuer. I'd like my boy partner to come up with the reason why he's so popular among the Futa kidnapper community.

If you have another idea on how to play it, I'm all ears! I’m very open to ideas and love when my partner suggests how the story should go!

Other than that, huge bondage lover here, especially when it’s mansels-in-distress and the sexy, confident Futas who rescue their helpless butts! Also enjoy the dynamic of wanting to be submissive to your rescuer rather than simply taking the opportunity to rape you. Though a bit of reluctance or even dubcon is fine if that’s your kink :)

So be upfront about what you’re into, your favorite kinks, and how you’d like the story to go! I’m open for pic refs or descriptions for both characters.

Send a chat request. Hope to hear from you!

Living in this part of town comes with tradeoffs. Yes, then rent is cheap, but even our feckless property manager had to admit that break-ins are becoming “a growing nuisance,” and that we should all take extra precautions.

The girls in our building take these warnings to heart. The boys, though, are oblivious as ever.

Which is how you ended up with your apartment invaded, hand-gagged while coming out of the shower, and hogtied naked on your living room couch while two robbers pilfer your goods.

Fuck. Maybe you should have checked your lock…

When I pass by your door I can sense something amiss. Maybe it’s the sounds of mischievous chatter coming from your bedroom wall. Perhaps it’s the mud the robbers tracked n on their boots. Or maybe I just have a sixth sense for knowing when there’s a tied up helpless boy with panties stuffed in his tape-gagged mouth sitting between me and a flimsy wooden door.

I bust it open. There’s definitely a ‘dear diary, jackpot’ moment when I see you tied there, but the moment is ruined when you start mmphing and struggling wildly, eyes wide, face red.

I put my finger up to my lips with a warning expression. There goes the element of surprise, silly.

“I’ll punish you for that later,” I mumble, as I get into stance as the robbers enter the room.

“Someone’s not being a very good little hostage…hey, what the—“

Faster than my size would suggest, I leap for the miscreant and wrench their arm behind their back. The roll of duct tape, along with whatever they were planning to do with it, falls to the floor. I’m just about to pick it up and deliver my own bondage Justice when their partner comes up behind me.

Now it’s a fight. I spin on my heel and toss one into the other, sending them tumbling. Before they can get up a swift kick sends them both flying toward the center of the living room, falling with a groan while you turn onto your side to hide your growing erection.

I already noticed.

The two robbers rub their heads as they slowly try to get up. They groan as they hear my Dr. Marten’s come striding up beside them.

“Had enough?”

They skeddadle out of the front door. It swings open. I could go for them, but…

I smile.

You do owe me.

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Hey! So I’m actually thinking I don’t fuck you right here. Maybe some others come to inspect the commotion and the moment is ruined. Instead I just have to untie you while you deliver a sheepish thanks, embarrassed at being rescued by a dickgirl (hot!) Perhaps it’s only later when you come back to thank me more properly, and I suggest some bondage practice to teach you how to escape. IDK. I’m very open to ideas and love when my partner suggests how the story should go!

Other than that, huge bondage lover here, especially when it’s mansels-in-distress and the sexy, confident Futas who rescue their helpless butts! Also enjoy the dynamic of wanting to be submissive to your rescuer rather than simply taking the opportunity to rape you. Though a bit of reluctance or even dubcon is fine if that’s your kink :)

So be upfront about what you’re into, your favorite kinks, and how you’d like the story to go! I’m open for pic refs or descriptions for both characters.

Send a chat request. Hope to hear from you!

Living in this part of town comes with tradeoffs. Yes, then rent is cheap, but even our feckless property manager had to admit that break-ins are becoming “a growing nuisance,” and that we should all take extra precautions.

The girls in our building take these warnings to heart. The boys, though, are oblivious as ever.

Which is how you ended up with your apartment invaded, hand-gagged while coming out of the shower, and hogtied naked on your living room couch while two robbers pilfer your goods.

Fuck. Maybe you should have checked your lock…

When I pass by your door I can sense something amiss. Maybe it’s the sounds of mischievous chatter coming from your bedroom wall. Perhaps it’s the mud the robbers tracked n on their boots. Or maybe I just have a sixth sense for knowing when there’s a tied up helpless boy with panties stuffed in his tape-gagged mouth sitting between me and a flimsy wooden door.

I bust it open. There’s definitely a ‘dear diary, jackpot’ moment when I see you tied there, but the moment is ruined when you start mmphing and struggling wildly, eyes wide, face red.

I put my finger up to my lips with a warning expression. There goes the element of surprise, silly.

“I’ll punish you for that later,” I mumble, as I get into stance as the robbers enter the room.

“Someone’s not being a very good little hostage…hey, what the—“

Faster than my size would suggest, I leap for the miscreant and wrench their arm behind their back. The roll of duct tape, along with whatever they were planning to do with it, falls to the floor. I’m just about to pick it up and deliver my own bondage Justice when their partner comes up behind me.

Now it’s a fight. I spin on my heel and toss one into the other, sending them tumbling. Before they can get up a swift kick sends them both flying toward the center of the living room, falling with a groan while you turn onto your side to hide your growing erection.

I already noticed.

The two robbers rub their heads as they slowly try to get up. They groan as they hear my Dr. Marten’s come striding up beside them.

“Had enough?”

They skeddadle out of the front door. It swings open. I could go for them, but…

I smile.

You do owe me.

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Hey! So I’m actually thinking I don’t fuck you right here. Maybe some others come to inspect the commotion and the moment is ruined. Instead I just have to untie you while you deliver a sheepish thanks, embarrassed at being rescued by a dickgirl (hot!) Perhaps it’s only later when you come back to thank me more properly, and I suggest some bondage practice to teach you how to escape. IDK. I’m very open to ideas and love when my partner suggests how the story should go!

Other than that, huge bondage lover here, especially when it’s mansels-in-distress and the sexy, confident Futas who rescue their helpless butts! Also enjoy the dynamic of wanting to be submissive to your rescuer rather than simply taking the opportunity to rape you. Though a bit of reluctance or even dubcon is fine if that’s your kink :)

So be upfront about what you’re into, your favorite kinks, and how you’d like the story to go! I’m open for pic refs or descriptions for both characters.

Send a chat request. Hope to hear from you!

Being a Futa is tough. Finding pants that fit without revealing my enormous bulge, keeping the standard 9-5 hours without a chance to drain my balls, and everything else are all difficult enough, but if there’s one thing that drives me bonkers, it’s the presumption that I’m a ‘girl.’

When we’re out in public the waitress will ask you what we want to eat, as if I don’t control your diet. Shopkeepers defer to you, as if I don’t control the purse strings. Flight attendants have gotten so irksome that I’ve started paying extra to fly us private, which is pricey, but does come with the added benefit of getting to fuck you up high, instead of having you just jerk me off under a thin airline blanket.

Overall, I’m growing tired of living in this backwards society. Someday us Futas will take everything over and put all you boys in your place, but until then, I just have to deal with the sexism.

Or do I?

You come home from running errands one afternoon to see that I'm home early, standing at the doorway with an odd smile. At first you’re fearful that I’ll punish you for not having the house in order, thinking you got the time wrong. I quickly explain what happened:

“This gal at work was telling me about this new community they’re building. Oh honey, it sounds so PERFECT!”

‘Perfect’ may be the right word, but only in the Futanari sense. The town—FutaDom Town, since we tend to be a fairly literal sex—is an idyll straight from a 1950s fantasy. Starter homes on half acres with white picket fences and big backyards with huge garages for our Futa-sized cars. You flip through the pamphlet while seated on the couch while I pace the living room, going over the logistics.

“There’s an office park just 10 minutes from the neighborhood, so I’d cut down a ton on commuting costs, and I could keep my job. But I’d probably get involved with one of the eight startups that are moving there, and they’re ALL Futa-run companies. Isn’t that exciting? We could retire early!”

You’re already retired, technically. I ‘allow’ you to keep a part-time job just to get you out of the house and have a bit of pocket money for your boy hobbies. But in terms of career, I am very much wearing the pants in our relationship.

“Did you check out the kitchen in the model home? Some of them are even nicer than that!” You nod slowly as you flip to the pics of the model home in this rather fat brochure. Even before we moved in together, I always acted like cooking was something you enjoyed—rather than something you had to learn painstakingly after I explained ‘a boy’s place is in the home.’ You’ve certainly gotten better at it, but it’s not like stainless steel appliances and a granite kitchen island make your heart swoon.

“And you haven’t even seen the best part yet…”I guide you hands to the back of the pamphlet. You swallow hard at the pics of a fully-equipped BDSM dungeon, and the words ‘standard in every basement!’ In bright white text across the top.

“We could play every night…Dear.” I run my fingertips glancingly across your chin.

“So what do you think? When are you ready to move?”

You look up at me, wide-eyed, not knowing how to express yourself. This is all so sudden. Sure, there have been multiple dramatic life changes you’ve made since getting involved with me, but this takes the cake.

“Um… I’d need to think about it,” you say quietly.

I fold my arms beneath my massive tits, then nod.

“Ugh, you’re so right. We still have the lease on this little shitbox,” I say, referring to our rather nice two bedroom that, of course, I pay for. I look around like it’s some hovel. Now that I know about Futa Town, everything else is going to seem dull and distant.

I nod, decisive. “You can think about it, then.” I point to the bedroom. “Ass up and lubed. I’ll give it some thought myself while I’m pounding you.” You purse your lips. Always so romantic, us Futas. But you get up and do what you’re told, since being treated like an owned piece of fuck meat—which, again, is what you are—always gets your dick hard.

I watch you scurry off to the bedroom like a good little boy. Knowing you need a few minutes to get prepped, I flop onto the couch, pick up the brochure, and place it against my chest with a happy sigh.

Futa Town, here we COME!

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What happens when a fierce FutaDom and her semi-reluctant ‘straight’ male sub-boyfriend move to a first-of-its-kind Futanari-run town? Let’s find out! Excited to play this out with a male who can play the hesitant-but-willing guy I need to make this happen.

Send me your thoughts and kinks and we'll plan it out then play. Okay toodles!

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I’ll admit, this first half of the year has been… spendier, than usual. I’m a few thousand in debt and need a summer job.

Lucky for me Futas are always welcome at the various milk farms out in the rolling hills. Summer is peak semen season for our kind, and with more than enough to spare, why not sell it to a shadowy private equity firm that maintains the facade of a family-owned farms? I don’t even know what they want it for, and I don’t care!

Oh, and you have a job too. See, someone has to get all that dick girl spunk out of my hefty balls through my 12” shaft, and who better to do it than you?

Thing is, your job is a lot harder than mine. I just have to show up to my milkings and spend the rest of my time roaming the hillside, going skinny dipping and smoking mad Futa weed. Which is better than regular weed. Meanwhile you’re running to fill quotas and figuring out the best way to make us dickgirls squirm.

So what kind of milker will you be? Are you the kind of strict Dom(me) who might actually get me to beg? Are you cruel and manipulative to turn me from a cocky cockgirl and into a mooing desperate she-bull?

Or are you gonna let me walk all over you, perhaps literally, indulging all my kinks in a pathetic bid to keep your job? Will you debase yourself to letting me use your holes as long as I promise to finish in the cum bucket?

Or are you a switch? Will things evolve and change? Who’s getting tied up, and who’s going to learn more about pony play?

Better decide quick. Those bull balls are looking full…

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Hiya! In this RP you’ll get to decide how you milk me and whether you’re dom sub or switch. Role reversals are fun but I’m not gonna decide, well let things evolve as they may :)

Lmk your characters gender your character background description refs if you prefer and fav kinks for this one. Hoping to play for the next couple hours!

As if the gender dynamics of Futa RP weren't enough, we're going to add race into it now? Fuck yeah we are! And just as Futas aren't actually real neither is racial superiority, and any subversion of huamn rights is a degredation of a world that allows free and expressive roleplay :)

Alright, we good on that? Basically I want a literate spicy RP partner to delve into FutaDom worlds with racialized aspects. Here are some ideas of what I'm talking about:

Whiteboi Failsons Make Good Buttpets!

The Futalization of the Earth coincided with the proportional decline of white populations throughout the West. Nevertheless white overrepresentation persisted among the FutaDom ButtSlave circuit.

With regulated slavery now legal swathes of males found themselves stripped of their rights, at the service of one or various Futas. With a heavy supply of these 'buttboys' available, teh now-dominant races of the East and Global South knew exactly who they wanted on a leash.

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Something like that! Looking to arrange the details with a creative RPer. Can be any race Dominant of course, message with yours and I'll tell you mine (or guess!) Open to also playing any race but prefer to play Futas and males for gender. Love playing multiple diverse characters as well.

Okay, I'll save the rest for our chat! Please be respectful and share your favorite ideas. Ciao!

I'm laying poolside in a Futa-sized beach recliner, sun glimmering off my freshly pink painted toe nails. I lower my cats-eyes sunglasses to take in the sight of the water and the tiki bar on the other end of the deck. I could so go for a piña colada right now, but I definitely do not want to get up. The sun, the breeze, the scent of my lotion—it's all so perfect! Maybe I'll have you get up and go fetch me one.

"Ah, isn't this nice?" I wiggle up my seat to get a better view of you. There's a hole in the center of my lounger chair out which pokes your sun-tossled hair. Your face is directly in front of my crotch, mouth dutifully open to worship my cock. I pop the tumsecent thing out of your mouth and give you a little headpat for being my good little cock-slave for the past checks watch three hours.

Three hours! Have we really been here that long?

"Hmmm..." I pull my legs up the chair and wrap my arms around them, checking the tan on my arms against that on my legs. I'm completely naked, of course. There's a big sign above the pool that says "SWIMWEAR OPTIONAL!" so of course I had you and I strip as soon as we got here. And then I squealed with glee when I saw the 'boy insertion hole' in each lounge chair. This place really thought of everything!

I giggle as you obediently begin kissing and sucking my toes, thinking I brought them up here for you to worship. You're in the hole, so it does make sense.

"Are you hard under there?" I tease.

"Very," you moan.

I just laugh. Over the past three hours I've had you little, sucking, nursing, and generally adoring my cock and balls in a very humiliating position. OF COURSE you're hard as fuck and probably leaking all over the tile. At least you're covered enough by the shade not to burn.

"I think I might get in trouble if I milked you here,"I whisper, putting the soles of my feet flat on your face. You whimper, both from the alluring embarassment of being made to taste my feet, and from the utter injustice of being forced to warm my cock for hours without even getting a mere touch yourself. I bite my finger playfully, thinking of what I might want to do with you next, feeling myself getting hard enough to—

"Hi! Everything going great with your stay?"

Millie, the bubbly resort attendant who checked us in, stands in her tight uniform beside our beach chair. I take my feet out of your face and throw my legs over the side of the recliner, sitting up straight.

"Yes, we're doing wonderfully. Oh, could I get a penis colada? Sorry, piña colada."

Milly laughs innocently. "Common mistake, I hear it everyday. And yes, we have them available at the bar!"

So she's not going to bring it to me. I huff out a sigh and undo the latch keeping you yoked to the chair.

"I usually don't let him off-leash," I joke, as you stand on wobbly feet to go carry out my orders. "Penis colada. You can get a virgin," I demand, giving you a nice slap on your pale butt to get you moving, obediently sent to fetch drinks. Milly eyes you hungrily as most Futas do.

"So you were saying about the events this week?" I ask, snapping her out of her fantasies.

"Oh, um, of course! Tonight we have limbo, tomorrow parasailing in the morning and a rope bondage demonstration in the afternoon..."

"Oh, fun!" I love tying you up. "I'm having one tonight in my room."

"Oooh, can i come?" Milly asks, half-joking.

I accept my piña colada as you come hurrying back. "Perhaps." I flick my sunglasses back down and stretch out on the recliner, dismissing Milly with my body language.

"Let us know if you need anything!" She says, after gawking at you a bit too long.

You stand naked beside me while I sip my drink.

"You want to go back in your hole?"

"ummm..."

I pop my sunglasses up and wrinkle my nose at you with a little smile.

"I'm only joking. You were there all morning, so you can decide what we do this afternoon." I have plans for you at night. You can probably guess what they are.

I reach up and give your tight little ballsack a squeeze, making you jump.

"We can do anything you want. The world is our oyster, boytoy."

And it's only the first day of our two-week vacation.

Isn't this NICE?!

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Hehehe Fun little futa vacation prompt I came up with. Let's play! Looking forward to hearing some fun-in-the-sun ideas from some boys I can torment and tease and use to my sadistic beach-loving heart's desire.

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After gaining a few levels you decided you were ready for the uncharted zones on your world map. After all, this well-traveled 'noob zone' only has basic loot and one simple training boss. Where's the fun in adventure if you don't roam?

Cue you getting your ass whooped pretty thoroughly days into your journey. You're stripped of your possessions as well as your clothing and left hogtied and gagged at the edge of a goblin encampment. Who knows what those disgusting little creatures intend to do with your helpless body.

You won't have to find out. As midnight sets in you watch wide-eyed as a broad-shouldered figure slaughters the lot of them and begins overturning their pilfered possessions. It's finders keepers in the Hermia Forest.

When she spots you, she grins.

"Get a little bit over your head, then, did ya?"

You 'mmmph' sadly and nod your head.

She does you the courtesy of freeing you, if only so she can collect the ropes.

"Well, good luck," she says, giving you a pat on the ass as she turns to the clearing. You hesitate only a moment before saying:

"W-wait! Take me with you!"

She doesn't turn, but she does stop.

"I'm literally helpless and naked out here. I'll do anything you want me to if you help me get out of here..."

With her back still to you, she grins again, and unbundles her new rope.

You'll need a leash.

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Fun fun Futa's slave/sidekick prompt where you get to go on an adventure but also get fucked a lot so it's a win-win! Send me a chat request with an introduction ok byeee

I want to RP today. I'll be back in a few hours to see my inbox full of eager submissives wanting to be dominated by me. I'll pick a few and play the rest of the night! This is my chosen starter prompt for the day, but I'm open to others. Check my profile or bring your own.)

"Ranger's report," I say with a tired yawn, leaning back against my three-wheeler in my tan cargo shorts and sweat-soaked green top. The operator on the other end of the walkie-talkie gives me the go-ahead. I sweep my gaze across my pilfered goods.

"Found a cache of ammo & provisions 3 kilometers north of Herma Gap, another one in the cliffs around White Mesa. Probably stashes left by the Girlcock Savages, maybe Ladydick Legion or one of the smaller unnamed bands. In any case we should be prepared if they attack out settlement again.

"Took a side trip hunting in the Halfwed Woods, caught a few starricks and one overfattened chur. Good to see the acorns are plentiful this year. Picked a few for Sellis, y'know, if she's around..."

The operator is silent as I ask about the cook, a cute Futa much smaller than I. Oh well.

"Saw a pack of Durlhounds being ferreted by a few mixed travelers, keep an eye on 10-South, 5-West or around that area, they're on foot...Other physical acquisitions, a few herbs, some plants..."

Sigh.

"And a boy."

I glance briefly at you, hogtied, blindfolded, and gagged in the dirt, the ropes made of strips of your former clothes.

"Took a bit of effort to get him down," I continue, brushing dirt off my shoulder. "But he's secure. Will report back after the interrogation."

The operator's interest piques with the mention of you, which is why you came up last. That, and my mild disdain at having to take you captive. A three-day solo ranging trip—a rare opportunity to clear my head—has turned into a return-to-base at the end of day one.

That is, of course, unless I'm willing to keep you prisoner until I return. Or...

mmm. No.

You may be useful.

I check your discarded clothes and bags for any useful items, evaluating what I find. It's only after I have a good picture of who you are that I approach you, flipping you onto your side with one boot. I bend to remove your gag and say quietly in your ear:

"Alright, boy. Speak."

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Hello! If you'd like to play this one respond with:

• a character description
• what items I find on you (in the RP)
• Kinks/limits

And any questions you have for me. Hope to play with you!

You've been working non-stop for the past six months. Everyone knows you need a vacation. Time to pull up flights and pick a place!

You've done your research, diligent as always. Local sights, weather patterns, budgets and itineraries planned down to the finest detail. You're ready for this trip—nothing will derail you from your plans.

Flash forward to the night you arrive and you're bent over your hotel bed with your wrists tied behind your back by your travel belt. You're naked and groaning as 9" of Futa dick finally fill you up after a very enjoyable session stretching your ass.

"An entire week, huh?" I say, idly reviewing your printed travel documents while I keep my girldick inside you. "That means you'll be my little foreign butt bitch for seven days, right?"

I give your ask a smack, compelling a response.

Truth is, you're thinking you might stay even longer than a week.

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Hah! just a fun vacation prompt today. I'll be here for a bit to set up and hopefully play this out with some lucky traveler later tonight.

Send a message with your chosen vacation date in your opener as well as kinks and who you are. Looking forward to your arrival!

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You look around the resort with some disdain. When mom said you were coming with her on this trip, you imagined the best case scenario. Cute girls in bikinis to gawk at on the beach, even if you were way too shy to talk to them. But no—just women her age or older.

Your mom notices too. "Don't worry honey, we'll have lots of fun. There's yoga on the beach every morning!"

"Sounds heavenly," you reply sarcastically. Your mom sighs.

"It won't be that bad, just—oh, hi Helen!"

Helen. Your mom's new friend who she's been spending so much time chatting with recently. You've never seen the woman in person, but here in the light of the sun, she is stunning. Wearing a beachy dress with a top that shows a perfect midriff and ample breasts, her eyes are inscrutable beneath her cats eye sunglasses. But you get the impression she sizes you up before smiling slightly as she hugs your mother.

"So you brought your boy," she remarks in a cool, sultry voice.

Your mom winces slightly. "I knew we said girls trip, but..."

"It's fine," she replies. "I brought someone too."

The woman steps out from behind Helen. There's a resemblance—the tight fit body. the hair color. And the cool, confident demeanor. Not to mention the huge tits.

"Oh! Your daughter?"

Helen smirks. "Three girls and a boy. What fun."

You blush. Whether your mom knows it or not, these are Futas. You've heard about them. What they're like.

What they do to 'boys' and girls.

"So happy to meet you!" says the newcomer. She throws her arms around you and pulls you in for a hug so abrupt and tight that it makes you squeak. The two older women laugh as this new woman pushes her ample bosom up against your heaving chest.

"Call me Syl. We're going to have soooo much fun together. Right, Helen?"

Helen slips an arm around your mother's waist.

"So much fun, dear."

So. Much. Fun.

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A lot of directions we can take this so let me know your thoughts! I'll say off the bat: literate player, into most BDSM kinks, incest very much optional, and I do like a good story with my smut. If you're okay with all that hit me up with your ideas thoughts and questions and we'll set something up!

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You've been working non-stop for the past six months. Everyone knows you need a vacation. Time to pull up flights and pick a place!

You've done your research, diligent as always. Local sights, weather patterns, budgets and itineraries planned down to the finest detail. You're ready for this trip—nothing will derail you from your plans.

Flash forward to the night you arrive and you're bent over your hotel bed with your wrists tied behind your back by your travel belt. You're naked and groaning as 9" of Futa dick finally fill you up after a very enjoyable session stretching your ass.

"An entire week, huh?" I say, idly reviewing your printed travel documents while I keep my girldick inside you. "That means you'll be my little foreign butt bitch for seven days, right?"

I give your ask a smack, compelling a response.

Truth is, you're thinking you might stay even longer than a week.

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Hah! just a fun vacation prompt today. I'll be here for a bit to set up and hopefully play this out with some lucky traveler later tonight.

Send a message with your chosen vacation date in your opener as well as kinks and who you are. Looking forward to your arrival!

Check out my new e-rp profile!

Being a Futa is tough. Finding pants that fit without revealing my enormous bulge, keeping the standard 9-5 hours without a chance to drain my balls, and everything else are all difficult enough, but if there’s one thing that drives me bonkers, it’s the presumption that I’m a ‘girl.’

When we’re out in public the waitress will ask you what we want to eat, as if I don’t control your diet. Shopkeepers defer to you, as if I don’t control the purse strings. Flight attendants have gotten so irksome that I’ve started paying extra to fly us private, which is pricey, but does come with the added benefit of getting to fuck you up high, instead of having you just jerk me off under a thin airline blanket.

Overall, I’m growing tired of living in this backwards society. Someday us Futas will take everything over and put all you boys in your place, but until then, I just have to deal with the sexism.

Or do I?

You come home from running errands one afternoon to see that I'm home early, standing at the doorway with an odd smile. At first you’re fearful that I’ll punish you for not having the house in order, thinking you got the time wrong. I quickly explain what happened:

“This gal at work was telling me about this new community they’re building. Oh honey, it sounds so PERFECT!”

‘Perfect’ may be the right word, but only in the Futanari sense. The town—FutaDom Town, since we tend to be a fairly literal sex—is an idyll straight from a 1950s fantasy. Starter homes on half acres with white picket fences and big backyards with huge garages for our Futa-sized cars. You flip through the pamphlet while seated on the couch while I pace the living room, going over the logistics.

“There’s an office park just 10 minutes from the neighborhood, so I’d cut down a ton on commuting costs, and I could keep my job. But I’d probably get involved with one of the eight startups that are moving there, and they’re ALL Futa-run companies. Isn’t that exciting? We could retire early!”

You’re already retired, technically. I ‘allow’ you to keep a part-time job just to get you out of the house and have a bit of pocket money for your boy hobbies. But in terms of career, I am very much wearing the pants in our relationship.

“Did you check out the kitchen in the model home? Some of them are even nicer than that!” You nod slowly as you flip to the pics of the model home in this rather fat brochure. Even before we moved in together, I always acted like cooking was something you enjoyed—rather than something you had to learn painstakingly after I explained ‘a boy’s place is in the home.’ You’ve certainly gotten better at it, but it’s not like stainless steel appliances and a granite kitchen island make your heart swoon.

“And you haven’t even seen the best part yet…”I guide you hands to the back of the pamphlet. You swallow hard at the pics of a fully-equipped BDSM dungeon, and the words ‘standard in every basement!’ In bright white text across the top.

“We could play every night…Dear.” I run my fingertips glancingly across your chin.

“So what do you think? When are you ready to move?”

You look up at me, wide-eyed, not knowing how to express yourself. This is all so sudden. Sure, there have been multiple dramatic life changes you’ve made since getting involved with me, but this takes the cake.

“Um… I’d need to think about it,” you say quietly.

I fold my arms beneath my massive tits, then nod.

“Ugh, you’re so right. We still have the lease on this little shitbox,” I say, referring to our rather nice two bedroom that, of course, I pay for. I look around like it’s some hovel. Now that I know about Futa Town, everything else is going to seem dull and distant.

I nod, decisive. “You can think about it, then.” I point to the bedroom. “Ass up and lubed. I’ll give it some thought myself while I’m pounding you.” You purse your lips. Always so romantic, us Futas. But you get up and do what you’re told, since being treated like an owned piece of fuck meat—which, again, is what you are—always gets your dick hard.

I watch you scurry off to the bedroom like a good little boy. Knowing you need a few minutes to get prepped, I flop onto the couch, pick up the brochure, and place it against my chest with a happy sigh.

Futa Town, here we COME!

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“Do all your chores, maintain a 4.0 GPA, and REMEMBER—no fucking the neighborhood boys!”

I roll my eyes dramatically from the passenger seat and scoff loudlyat my mother’s chiding. She ignores it, both hands locked tight on the steering wheel of her Futa-sized SUV as she pulls into the driveway of our new McMansion. It’s just me and her, always has been, but for some reason she needs 3 rows of seats and 5 bedrooms with an equal number of baths. It's the ostentation of a Futa who grew up the only dickgirl in town.

I’m different. My generation are more open about who we are. More… proud. Mom sees it as a huge liability when I wear jeans designed to emphasize my bulge, or even go out in skirts that are chronically tented. She has a banging body underneath her more “form-sensitive” attire, but if you’re not showing off your thick meat along with your busty tits and firm ass, then you’re just a regular slut. On that, we agree.

She shoves a sweater into my lap. “Cover yourself up, the neighbors are out.”

I brighten. She glowers at me.

“What did I just say?”

“Cover myself up!”

“No before that, about the—oh hi, neighbor!”

Your (step) mom marches right up to the driver side window, garden hose in one hand, spiked lemonade in the other. “Oh, we couldn’t wait to meet yooooou!” She coos, clearly tipsy from whatever’s in her lemonade. The hose spurts fresh tap water all over her yellow bikini top and down her ample fake breasts.

“Y-you too,” my mom, a professional public relations mistress, is at a loss for words, for once. I have to stifle my laugh, pushing my hands against my face. For all her talk of chastity, mom is helpless in front of a huge pair of fake tits.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m stealing a peek in the side view mirror too. But I’m not the one fumbling through introductions and trying to pretend there’s not a hard-on in my mom jeans like she is.

“Is this your daughter~?” Your(step)mom asks in an all-too-sultry voice. She lowers her pink sunglasses. “Oh you look so much alike! Tell me, do you go to Local University too?”

“Yes ma’am. Just transferred.” Prim and proper with the neighbor lady, just like mom asked.

“So does my son. He’s over there.”

I turn my head. Now it’s my turn to look agog. Mom’s mostly composed herself by now, discussing cute local coffee shops and a potential future housewarming while your (step)mom nods along, laughs, and downs her drink.

Meanwhile, my jaw is hanging open while I gawk at the hottest piece of boy-ass I’ve ever seen packed into an Old Navy swimsuit.

You lie face down on the flat chaise lounger with your tight butt in the air. Aside from the bathing suit and a few remnants of sunscreen, your flesh is completely bare. There are AirPods in your ears as your arms dangle from above, phone in hand, oblivious to the fact that a ravenous Futa is currently fantasizing about claiming your hole.

“Syl, it’s impolite to stare,” says my mother, with subtle warning in her voice.

I can’t help myself.

What did mom say about the neighbor boys again?

Oh, right.

She doesn’t have to know.

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