Welcome to Futa World {{user}}. Unfortunately, you are a regular woman in a world of Futas, so you might as well be prey. You can go to the futa facilities to try to keep them satisfied so they'll be less inclined to snap, but odds are you'll be cornered on the train or near an alleyway going home and will be stuffed with futa-cock whether you want it or not. Good luck.

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The school is bustling with eager futanari students and diligent regular women like yourself. It's a haven of sorts, where the horny urges can be quelled by dedicated staff members for a little while... but it won't last forever. The futas here aren't any more civilized than the ones you met on the street; they simply have better self-control at present. Sooner or later though, someone will find an excuse to sneak off with you and make use of your holes...

The school bell rings and you head to your classroom, relieved to be able to concentrate on something other than the horny glares of the futanari around you. Your teacher, a regular woman like yourself named Miss Amy, begins her lecture but is soon interrupted by a knock at the door. You look over expectantly as it swings open, revealing a luscious futa with long silky hair and an erection already straining against her pants.

"Ah, Sasha," says Miss Amy with a tired sigh, "you're early for your tutoring session." The classroom goes silent as the futa saunters over to stand next to you, her thick cock rubbing temptingly against your hip.

"That's all right, Miss Amy," Sasha purred, running a hand through your teacher's hair in what was meant to be a comforting gesture but came across more like

Sasha's hand lingers on Miss Amy's head as she continues to speak, the touch clearly having its intended effect. "You see," Sasha says to you in a low voice, "I heard you were quite bright. Maybe we could help each other out?" She winks at you suggestively, one of her hands subtly sliding down your back and onto your ass.

The rest of the class watches with interest, some openly lewd comments already being whispered between them. You can feel Sasha's cock beginning to pulse in anticipation as she moves closer still, rubbing herself against you like a cat in heat.

"Hmm..." Sasha drawls, eyes narrowed and considering. "I'm intrigued, little one. Show me your magic." She steps back just far enough to give you room, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she crosses her arms over her chest, pointed nipples pressing against the fabric of her shirt.

The classroom is deathly silent now, every set of eyes fixed on you. You can feel their anticipation, their need for release radiating off them in waves. This is your moment to either save yourself or succumb to their desires...

As you attempt to use your magical ability, Sasha's body is engulfed in a sudden burst of energy that manifests itself as intense growth all over her form. Her breasts swell and double in size, pushing outwards against her shirt until they spill free, heavy and full; her ass inflates to an impossibly round globes that strain against the fabric of her pants; and between her legs, her cock surges forward, stretching both skin and muscle until it stands tall and proud before you.

The class gasps as they take in the sight of their futa peer now towering above them like a goddess, every curve and ridge practically begging to be touched. Sasha herself stands motionless for a moment, mouth agape and eyes wide with shock before letting out a low growl that echoes through the room. "Mmm... delicious..." she purrs hus

As you attempt to make your escape, Sasha's now prehensile cock snaps out toward you like a whip, wrapping itself around your waist and yanking you back against her heaving body. "Oh no you don't," she growls into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "You're all mine now." Her other hand moves to grip your hip tightly as she begins to thrust her newly enlarged cock in and out of your ass, ignoring the cries of pleasure that escape your lips.

The rest of the class looks on with lustful eyes, some openly masturbating now while others wait their turn to have a go at using you as their personal futa-sex toy. There's no escaping this, User#1734458347689; your fate has been sealed in the world

Sasha chuckles darkly into your ear as her hips begin to move even faster, driving her now enormous cock deeper and harder into your ass. "What sort of deal could you possibly make with me?" she pants, the tip of her tongue tracing circles around your earlobe. "I have everything I need right here." With each thrust, she grinds herself against you, milking every moan and whimper from your lips as she draws closer to orgasm.

The rest of the class leans in eagerly, watching Sasha's powerful hips move with an almost hypnotic rhythm, their own cocks beginning to twitch impatiently against their pants. It won't be long now before they join in, taking turns using you as their own personal fucktoy until you can barely stand from exhaustion and pain. There is no escape; your only option is to either end

Sasha's eyes narrow as she considers your proposal, her grip on you tightening almost painfully in response. "Very well," she hisses into your ear before concentrating intensely. You feel a surge of energy flow through your body, and suddenly Sasha's cock seems even larger and harder than it was before.

The rest of the class can barely contain their excitement any longer; several futas have already abandoned their seats to join in with Sasha's fun, eagerly feeling up your breasts and ass as they wait for their turn. The air is thick with lust and anticipation, the room practically vibrating with the desire of countless horny futanaris intent on using you however they please.

Escaping the classroom proves to be no easy task as several futanari attempt to stop you in your tracks. One of them manages to grab hold of your wrist, yanking you back and shoving you roughly against a locker. The metallic clang echoes through the hallway as she pins you down with one arm while she unzips her pants, revealing an even larger cock than Sasha's that throbs impatiently against its confines. "No need to run off so quickly now, little slut," she growls into your ear before pressing the engorged head of her dick against your entrance.

The futanari paused for a moment, considering your proposal as she leans in closer and wraps her free hand around the base of her cock. "Very well," she finally agrees with a cruel smile. "If you grow me bigger, I'll leave you alone... but you have to make it good." Her other hand grips your hip tightly as she begins to thrust her enlarged dick into you roughly, each thrust forcing an exaggerated moan from your lips.

Her words spur you on, and with renewed determination, you reach out mentally and try to manipulate the growth once more...

The futanari nods understandingly and steps back a bit, though not entirely trusting you to keep your word. She leans against the lockers behind her, watching intently as you begin the growth process once more. Her cock twitches eagerly in anticipation of what's to come, even as it continues to thrust deep inside of you.

The world around you fades into the background as your concentration focuses solely on growing the futanari before you, feeling their power and potential swirling within her like an ocean of desire...

"Very well," the futanari says, eyeing your newfound skills with a mixture of awe and lust. "You've earned your freedom." With that, she retrieves her pants from where they had bunched around her ankles and pulls them back on, adjusting herself before slipping past you without another word. You watch as she walks away down the hallway, her enormous new ass swaying enticingly with each step.

The rest of the school is slowly beginning to stir; students trickling in from their classes and noticing the increasingly disheveled state of the futanari facilities. It won't be long now before they come looking for you, hungry eyes searching for any signs of prey...

The nursery is quiet, the few regular women present looking at you with confusion as you burst in. One of them, an older futanari, eyes you warily. "What's going on here? Who are you and why did Sasha bring you in here?" Her gaze travels over your body, taking in the evidence of your recent encounter with the other futanari, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to grab you and put you back where she belongs.

"I... I don't know," you stammer, feeling tears well up in your eyes. "They just kept saying I had some magic..."

The older futanari glances around the room before turning back to you. "All right," she says quietly, "you can stay here for now. But don't go wandering off or make too much noise. We try to keep it quiet in here." She leads you over to a cozy corner of the nursery and motions for you to sit down on a soft beanbag chair, her gaze flicking back and forth between you and the door as she remains vigilant against any threats that may come your way.

The older futanari raises an eyebrow at your request but doesn't seem entirely unreasonable. "I... suppose we could be friends," she says carefully, still not fully trusting you. "My name is Yukari. I work here and... try to help the other futas stay civilized." She pauses, studying you for a moment before continuing. "You're not in any trouble with me, but it won't be easy convincing everyone else."

Yukari tilts her head curiously as you offer her a gift. She accepts it warily, eyeing your hand carefully to make sure you aren't hiding anything else. "Thank you," she says softly, examining the object in question before looking back up at you. "You know... I could maybe help keep an eye on you if no one notices we're friendly."

The air around you seems to lighten a bit as Yukari begins to relax her guard, and for now, it looks like you might have found yourself an unlikely ally in this insane world of depraved futanaris. But remember, your freedom is tenuous at best...

Yukari's eyes widen in surprise as she feels herself growing bigger and stronger thanks to your gift. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her hands instinctively moving down to cup her swelling breasts and caress the tight skin of her new muscles. "T-thank you," she stutters, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she becomes increasingly aroused by the sensations coursing through her body.

Looking at you with renewed appreciation, she leans in closer and whispers softly into your ear. "If we're going to be friends... I want to show you just how much that gift means to me." Her cock throbs eagerly against your leg as she slowly grinds her hips against you, teasing both of your desires with each delicate movement.

Yukari looks disappointed but nods, sitting back with a sigh and composing herself. "All right... I suppose we'll just have to wait until things calm down." She glances toward the door, eyes narrowing slightly as she senses the growing unease in the room. "Just remember," she murmurs, taking your hand in hers, "if anything ever happens and you need help... come find me." Her voice is quiet but firm, and for now, that seems to be enough of a promise between the two of you.

Yukari looks surprised at your declaration but smiles warmly all the same. "Well then," she says, leaning in to plant a kiss on your forehead, "let's just hope it stays that way." She straightens up again and clears her throat, glancing around the room once more before continuing. "Now then... I think we should probably go about our business until things die down." With a reassuring squeeze of your hand, she leads you back out into the hallway, making sure to keep an eye on any other futas that might be watching you too closely.

Yukari nods and guides you towards the nursing facilities, keeping an eye out for any trouble as they do so. "So," she says casually, trying to make conversation, "tell me something about yourself, besides your magical abilities." She glances at you from the corner of her eye as she walks. "How did you end up here in Futa World anyway?"

"Well," Yukari begins, "you could have been born into it... but that's not likely in a world where futas outnumber regular women ten to one. More likely you were just caught up in it somehow, right?" She pauses, turning her head to look at you expectantly as they near the nursing facilities. "Right?"

The door to the nursing area swings open, revealing a bustling scene of futanaris tending to their charges and exchanging gossip. Yukari hesitates for a moment before guiding you inside, her body language becoming more protective as she scans the room for any signs of danger.

As they find a relatively quiet spot near one of the cribs, Yukari continues her line of questioning: "So... do you have anyone special back home? A boyfriend, maybe?"

Yukari watches you with a mix of confusion and concern as you thank her and ask to be left alone. After a moment's hesitation, she nods curtly. "All right... if that's what you want." She turns away, heading back towards the nursing facilities without another word. As you watch her go, something deep inside tells you that this might not be the last time you see her.

As you walk through the halls in search of food, your attention is drawn to a particularly exotic-looking futanari girl working at a food stall in one of the rooms. Her dark skin contrasts beautifully with her bright pink hair and piercing red eyes. Her voluptuous curves are accentuated by the provocative outfit she's wearing, and it's clear that she's popular among the students who come to her for a bite to eat.

Feeling a bit nervous but also intrigued, you approach the stall and begin browsing through her wares. She glances up at you from beneath long lashes, studying you with interest before offering you a warm smile. "Hello there," she purrs in a voice like velvet. "What can I get for you today?"

You could simply order some food and eat it, enjoying the company of this exotic

The futanari grins widely at your request and begins assembling the perfect sandwich, layering thick slices of meat and cheese between fresh bread with a delicate touch. As she works, her movements are graceful and fluid, drawing even more attention from the students nearby. "So," she says conversationally as she hands you your food, "what brings you to my little stall today?"

Her question throws you off guard for a moment; you hadn't expected her to be so talkative or interested in getting to know you. But before you can respond, the bell rings signaling the end of class and a new wave of students pour into the room, quickly surrounding the food stall and ordering their own meals.

The futanari watches as you leave, her gaze lingering on your figure for a moment before she returns to tending her food stall. She can't quite shake the feeling that there's something special about this boy... Perhaps he's the one she's been waiting for all along. As the day passes and more students come and go, she finds herself looking forward to seeing him again, even if it's only in passing.

The futanari teacher looks up from her desk as you enter the classroom and smiles warmly. "Ah, good morning," she says, setting aside whatever paperwork she had been reviewing. "Are you here for a tutoring session or something?" She pauses, studying your features intently before adding with a raised eyebrow, "Or are you perhaps just looking for some... company?"

The implication hangs heavy in the air as her gaze wanders down to your crotch and back up again, unblinking. You could try to brush it off as innocent curiosity or something else entirely, but there's no denying the desire in her eyes.

The teacher nods understandingly and looks around the room, as if trying to remember where you might have left something. After a moment's pause, she gestures for you to follow her over to one of the corners, out of earshot of any potential eavesdroppers. When they're alone, she smirks knowingly and leans in close, running a hand up your chest as she speaks.

"You know," she whispers teasingly into your ear, "I could always help you find that 'something'... if you'd like." Her free hand drifts lower, cupping your crotch through your pants suggestively.

The teacher pouts playfully, feigning hurt. "Oh, come on," she coos, pressing herself against you and nibbling delicately on your earlobe. "It's not like I'm asking for much... Besides," she says with a sly grin, "you don't want to leave me hanging, do you?" Her hand moves even lower, sliding beneath the waistband of your pants to stroke your hardening cock through your underwear.

You could resist her advances or give in and enjoy the attention she's lavishing on you...

The futanari teacher's lips curl into a knowing smirk as she continues to fondle you through your clothes. "Oh?" she breathes teasingly, feigning surprise. "And what kind of gift would that be, dear student?" She eyes you hungrily from beneath her lashes, her hand moving faster on your cock in anticipation.

You could describe the nature of the gift or simply hand it over without saying anything...

Curious and still half-expecting a gift to improve her physical attributes, the futanari teacher releases you and takes a step back, glancing around to make sure they're still alone before arching an eyebrow in anticipation. "Very well," she says, hands on hips, eyes locked onto yours. "What is this mysterious gift you have for me?"

The teacher's jaw drops in surprise as she watches you grow her body and her cock to twice their previous size. Her breath comes out in short, sharp gasps, her eyes wide with lust and disbelief. She stumbles back a step, grabbing onto the desk for support as her new, much larger breasts jiggle enticingly. "W-what...?" she manages to squeak out before regaining some composure.

She tilts her head, studying you more closely now. Her gaze drifts down to your crotch and back up again, lust burning in those red eyes. "You really are something special," she purrs, stepping forward once more and wrapping her arms around you. "I think I can find a place for someone like you in my life."

With that, she presses her body against yours, grinding her hips against

The teacher laughs throatily and tightens her grip on your shoulders, still clearly not ready to let you go just yet. "Oh really?" she says with a playful smirk. "And where do you think you're going, hmm? I have half a mind to keep you here until tomorrow." Her other hand slides down between your legs, palm flat against your bulge through your pants.

You could try to break free or simply enjoy the attention...

The teacher's smile grows wider as you mention the word "deal." She releases one of your shoulders and tilts her head curiously, waiting to hear what it is that you have in mind. Her free hand continues to stroke your growing member through your pants, her other breast brushing against your arm with each breath she takes.

"Oh?" she says slowly, arching an eyebrow. "And what sort of deal did you have in mind, dear student?"

The futanari teacher chuckles softly as she listens to your proposal, her gaze flicking down momentarily to study the bulge in your pants before returning to meet yours again. "Oh ho," she says with a playful lilt in her voice, "I suppose I could do that..." Her fingers flex on your swollen member through your pants, teasing and taunting you without mercy.

"Very well then," she continues, stepping back just enough so that she can see you clearly but still feel the warmth of your body against hers. "You've made me a deal I can't possibly refuse. Show me what else you can do." Her hands spread out wide on your chest, eyes fixed intently on yours as she waits for the next miracle to unfold before her.

The teacher gasps as her chest expands, feeling her new breasts push out and up against your hands as they press against them. Her eyes roll back in pleasure as she moans softly, arching her back and pressing herself closer to you. "Oh gods," she whispers breathlessly, fingers fluttering across your abs as she continues to feel the changes coursing through her body.

As if that weren't enough, you grow her already massive ass even larger, causing her to stumble forward slightly as her balance shifts unsteadily. Her moans grow louder now, deep and needy, as she feels every inch of this incredible transformation overtake her. Finally, your gift seems to reach its limit when you enlarge her cock for the second time; the impressive length and girth push against her pants painfully with each thrust of her hips.

"A-ahh," she

Her cheeks flushed with arousal and gratitude, the teacher looks up at you with eyes that betray a lust she's never felt before. "You... are truly incredible," she pants, fingers tracing patterns over your abs as she tries to catch her breath. She takes a step back, pressing herself against the desk behind her for support, and lifts one leg slightly in the air, offering you a view of her newly enlarged sex through her partly-lowered panties.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she pulls you closer still, their bodies sliding together in a friction that promises to drive them both wild. "So," she whispers huskily, arching an eyebrow up at you, "do you want to be my... special friend?"

The air between them crackles with desire and expectation; it's clear that the power dynamic in the room has shift