Futa Isekai

Futa Isekai: I reincarnated in a world where every woman has a dick!

Where do we go when we die?

Heaven? Hell? a black void of nothingness? or will we simply cease to exist?

I don't know how death works for other people; but in my case, I just woke up as a baby in a world that's vastly different from where I came from.

Yes, this is a typical isekai template. But instead of reincarnating in a world of swords and magic like the other cool kids, I found myself being born into a world that kinda-sorta similar to Earth, but with one major difference.

Here, every girl has a working dick and balls! Every single one of them!

My new mother has a dick, my sister has a dick, every girl in school has a dick and your girlfriend has a dick!

If I were a dick chaser this place would have been heaven -- but I'm not! No offense, but chick with dicks fucking disgusts me! Just the idea of having a cock shoved up my ass just sends shivers throughout my body. Hell, just the sights of them hanging from a girl's crotch is enough to make me noxious.

All I have to do is not sleep with women and voluntarily remain celibate, right? Just live as a monk and focus on seeking pleasure elsewhere, right? That way I don't have to lay eyes on a big fat futa cock, right?

Wrong!

If only it were that simple!

Remember how I said this world I was reincarnated into was kinda like Earth but not really? Yeah... the history and culture here were developed differently from us. A butterfly flapping its wings can create a storm on the other side of the planet; you can imagine how a major change in human biology can cause a ripple throughout history.

To discuss the changes in detail would take all day. Therefore, I'll just talk about some of the most important topics.

First of all, here, women have no sense of shame. They'll walk around with their dick hanging in the wind. And some of them will masturbate in broad daylight like it's the most normal thing in the World!

Not only that, dividing things by gender lines doesn't exist here. All bathrooms are unisex; men and women will pee shoulder to shoulder and take showers together. My new family is poor, that's why I grew up relying on public bathhouses and constantly surrounded by penises of all shapes and sizes! Do you know how ugly a wrinkly old grandma's dick is!? I can't get that image out of my head no matter how many times I banged my head against a concrete wall!

One thing that is still natural to me is that guys still prefer girls with big boobs and small dicks; don't want your girl out matching your precious family gem. At least that aspect is still understandable... If it weren't for the fact that hung girls are treated lower than dirt, no matter how hot the rest of them maybe -- that's going way too far even for me. These girls didn't choose to be born that way, any more than I choose to be born in this world at all! Why blame them for what they can't control?

Okay, I sounded like a simp there. It's not like I'd step up and date any of them or anything. I don't even want to date micropenis girls either, even without factoring in the fact that they're a bunch of stuck-up bitches.

Please, just leave me and my virginity alone, that's all I ever asked for.

***

"Mark, what are you daydreaming about again? We're at our stop, silly"

A sweet voice awoke me from my thoughts. I got up from my seat and followed its owner down the bus.

My shoes stepped on the cobblestone streets below as I looked up at my travel mate.

The girl before me has curvy light brown hair tied up into a ponytail with red ribbons. Her face has a classical beauty that you would see in glamorized paintings of princesses and noblewomen, except that her face was all-natural with only light makeup applied on her already rosy lips and cheeks. Not that she needed any cosmetics as her refreshing smile was the best decorative of all.

The woman was wearing a slightly loose white blouse with a long blue skirt that reached her ankles, reinforcing the princess look. All she needed then was a flower crown to make a #cottoncore post on her Instagram. Except for the fact that social media doesn't exist here nor do Computers.

If I were smart I would've 'invented' those modern technologies here and become filthy rich. But I'm as dumb as a bag of bricks, so that ain't happening anytime soon.

"Mark, are you still not awake yet? Come on, we're going to be late!"

My friend, Claire, urged me to get a move on. She and I are attending a local college and mostly share the same classes. She swore it was a complete coincidence, but knowing her mom was the dean, I'd be as dumb as a bag of starfish to believe her.

The two of us walked down the narrow alleyway leading to the Institute. Why didn't we just drop off at the college itself? Well, despite Claire's claim of being late, the class wouldn't start for another half an hour.

We were walking down a dark alley devoid of people because it's one of Claire's favorite peeing spots.

Despite being an alleyway, the place was surprisingly clean and had a small flower garden that someone surely poured their heart into raising, or perhaps they just like drinking urine, I dunno.

Claire quickly walked to her usual spot and took off her skirt without hesitation. She placed it on a little stool that someone had put there for convenience's sake. Beneath the skirt, Claire was wearing white stockings that reached up to half of her soft thighs. But her squishy thighs weren't the only limbs being covered by silky smooth fabric -- her long penis was also wrapped in white cloth.

Claire's lower undergarment came in three parts: her panty was custom-made to contain her big fat balls and girly bits, a long cock sleeve covering most of her shaft, and a head cover that can be taken off pretty easily.

"Hurry up Mark, I can't hold it in anymore!"

I signed and walked over to the girl and took off her tip cover, revealing a large pink gland that shone like pink diamonds.

"Why is it that a girl your age still hasn't learned to pee on your own?"

"Why should I, when there's a big strong man willing to do it for me?" Claire replied in a cute teasing tone.

I resigned to my fate and stood behind her before reaching around to lift her penis and aimed it at the flora below like a gardening hose.

Soon enough a stream of clear yellowish liquid shot out as Claire let out a soft moaning. Her knees were giving out so she rested her weight on my chest, entrusting her entire body for me to care for.

"Who said I'm willing?" I whispered to myself.

How is it that a guy who hates futa dick with a passion like myself ended up here again?

We've got the rewind back a decade to when I was in fourth grade.

Back then, I was still adjusting to my new life and was still trying my best to either ignore girls' penises, pretending they don't exist; or brainwash myself into liking them (both methods failed miserably.)

I was sitting in my homeroom eating my cheap lunch box, containing an almost expired can of tuna and bread as hard as rocks -- it's either this or filling my growling stomach with water (not that I haven't done that several times beforehand.)

The kids around me were hanging with their friend groups, students forming smaller niches and talking about things that interest children their age: board games, comic books, cards; and of course, girls.

I couldn't get along with any of them -- not because I had an adult brain in a child's body or anything, God knows I wasn't all that older when I died the first time -- but because they couldn't shut up about girls' dicks! About how they want to fondle their soft scrotums and play with tiny female penises.

I couldn't contain my annoyance at the mere mention of futa genitals, that's why I quickly finished my meal and went to take a piss and cooled my head.

What awaited me when I opened the bathroom door was a vision of hell!

The entire room was drenched with yellow liquid. Piss was splashed all over the room: the floor, walls, and even ceiling were dripping wet. My brain became hyperactive as my poor nose was assaulted by an intense smell of urine.

My first thought was that some rowdy brats were playing a prank -- but then I saw her. Standing at the epicenter of the chaos was a girl my age. She was soaking wet and was crying her eyes out. Rivers of tears streamed down from her eyes yet the poor child was trying her best to swallow down her sobbing. Between her legs was a large hunk of meat that didn't fit the rest of her body.

I took one look at her and understood what had happened; the girl's body was maturing faster than she could handle and this was the result. I also could guess that she must have been tormented by her peers for carrying a member unbefitting of a girl.

Looking at the girl's pathetic state, I couldn't just turn my back and walk away, my dad in previous life raised me too well for that. For it's a man's duty to help damsels in distress, it doesn't matter one bit if she has a penis or not.

I stepped past the puddles of pee and took the girl into my arms. She barely responded to a strange boy hugging her at first, but after I stroked her back and told her "You're a good girl, it's not your fault" the girl stopped biting her lips and let out a loud howling cry.

After she finally calmed down I introduced myself and took her to the shower. I asked her if she had any spare clothes, to which she shook her head. So I lent her my gym uniform and washed up the bathroom somewhat -- enough that the girl wouldn't be too embarrassed when I summoned the teacher over.

The school called Claire's mother to pick her up. When the woman arrived she thanked me profusely for helping her daughter. As a hung woman herself, Claire's mother knows how hard it is to be larger than the average girl -- the bullying, the self-hatred -- she had experienced them all before and she wished I could look after Claire as best I can.

I realized years after that she didn't actually expect me to do much, being a kid and all. But at that moment I made a manly vow to take care of the damsel. And after all these years... I never broke my promise.

God knows I'm tempted to!

Who knew 'taking care' included being her personal penis handler! What the fuck does that even mean!?

Back then I just figured I'd teach her how to properly hold a penis while peeing. How the fuck did it led to me still helping her urinate all these years later! Have you no shame girl!? Oh wait, she doesn't even know the meaning of the word -- none of them do.

Claire continued to shower the plants for a solid minute until her tank finally ran dry. I didn't shake her penis in fear of droplets landing on our clean clothes. Instead, I took out a handkerchief I prepared beforehand and dried her gland. I was careful I didn't apply too much pressure, else her dick gets an erection, and that's an entirely different can of worms.

After cleaning her dick, I put on her cock sock and we walked to class like nothing out of the ordinary just happened. Sadly, me helping her had become routine; I'm like her personal butler at this point.

But being a 'penis handler' does have its benefits. Her mom spares no expense to keep me around; paying for food, tuition, and even getting me a well-paying part-time job. I feel like I'm abusing her goodwill. But technically, this pair of mother and daughter are the ones using me, so it's just my fair compensation, I suppose.

When we walked into the lecture hall many of our classmates stopped what they were doing and stared right at us. Even after we made our way to our seats the rude staring didn't stop like we were animals in a zoo.

There's a reason Claire has always stuck close to me.

Years ago someone leaked her body's measurements and her name became infamous for having one of the biggest penises on record. People started making fun of her for it but each and every one of them ended up with their arms or legs broken by yours truly. No one dared to openly bully Claire since then. But, both of us have become famous for different reasons.

Horse bitch and Mad dog, as they called us -- or rather -- monster cock whore and her dick worshipping simpleton.

One benefit of that rumor is that most girls treated me like I had the plague: wherever I go bitches will back the fuck off -- just the way I like it.

I do feel bad for Claire; she never went on dates let alone got herself a boyfriend. A girl as pretty as she is, ought to be cherished by a good man -- not me though, not me.

A few minutes after we arrived, the professor walked in and started his painfully boring lecture. I couldn't keep my eyes open if I tried -- and I didn't put in much effort. I rested my tired brain on my arms and nodded off till class ended. I'm sure Claire was diligent enough for both of us; I wouldn't have graduated high school if it weren't for her tutoring.

After the bell rang, I lazily opened up my heavy eyelids to the feeling of someone brushing my hair like a baby. I glanced upwards and saw an angel watching over me. Beneath my head are her three soft limbs serving as my makeshift pillow. I swear I was resting on the table, how I ended up on her lap is beyond me.

"Good morning, darling. Are you hungry yet? Mom recommended this good burger joint we should try."

"You don't eat meat and I'm counting my calories. Be honest, does this 'burger joint' come with room service?"

The girl gave a playful laugh as I felt one of her limbs hardening under me.

Both of us walked to one of the small lodgings lining up the college backstreet. Students who didn't want to stay in the dormitory would take up residence there.

Claire and I have already been in and out of most hotels here, I could tell you the exact brand of soap they have and can navigate my way in the lobbies with my eyes closed. But the place we checked in this time was a small mom and pops housing complex. There's no room service but judging by the owner's long skirt matching Claire's, I could surmise why the dean suggested this spot. After all, most women won't bother covering their lower halves at all if their dicks were smaller than eight inches.

By the time we got into our room, Claire's skirt was already lifted into a curtain. She wasted no time undressing; showing her well-sculpted pair of mommy milkers and large bubbly buttocks. Seeing her from behind almost made me hard, but the second she turned around, my little bro went limp like a vegetable.

Claire's sixteen-inch cock stood erect like a flagpole. She still kept her underwear on, so I was able to stop my eyes from twitching like a druggy and prevent my lips from raising into a sneer -- never insult a lady's looks, or my previous life's father will somehow make his way here and whoop my ass black and blue.

"Why is it that a girl your age still hasn't learned to jerk off on your own?"

"Why should I, when there's a big strong man willing to do it for me?" Claire replied in a sexy passionate tone.

Looking at her eager eyes; I, once again, resigned to my fate and sat on the soft bed. Claire promptly followed by resting her butt on my lap. In this position, I don't have to subject myself to look at her genitals.

My hands expertly took off Claire's cock sleeve without looking. How could they not when they've been doing this for nearly a decade? I know more about futanari lingerie than clothing store clerks! Every brand, every model, every socks, sleeves, and stockings! I can both put on and take off any type of penis cover in an instant, and I'm ashamed of that fact!

Once free, her massive dick started twitching and leaking precum. I may avoid looking at it but my palms could feel every vein running beneath her smooth skin. The intense heat from her dick warmed my hands, hammering in the fact that her penis is very much real and alive.

I had baby oil and lubricant prepared, but my bag was on the floor and Claire ain't getting up before she's satisfied. I had no choice but to stick my fingers into her lips and use her saliva to wet her long shaft.

I started stroking her dick with one hand, but relying on that alone would take too long before she ejaculated. I reached the other hand down her panties, playing with her soft ballsack.

Helping Claire masturbate is one of my many duties. Her hands are too small and her dainty arms get tired too easily to handle her own needs. And for some reason this bitch needs to cum three times a day! Why!? How!? I already gave her a handjob this morning; her scent was still clinging to my body and now we're doing it again!

"Ahh~! Mark, faster! I want you to squeeze my dirty cock tight and slap my naughty balls! Yes, that's it! Yes yes yesss~! I love you!!!"

The girl howled like a wild beast, unbefitting her ladylike image.

I was getting annoyed by her mentioning her genitalia; so I covered her mouth with mine, using my tongue to stop hers from wrangling nonsense.

At that moment, the sixteen-inch cock twitched hard before shooting out a hot load of cum in a long arc across the hotel room. Claire hates wearing condoms and she creates a mess wherever she goes. It's why we're constantly changing hotels; no one wanted to scrub off her dried cum from the walls and ceiling!

Even with our apartment, we have a team of professionals that come in and purify the place every single day! I think about how much her mom must pay in a month just for cleaning alone and that brought tears to my eyes. Seriously girl, just wear condoms!

"Emmm~."

My mind wandered far off, I forgot I was still French kissing Claire. The girl's face was dried red and her hot breath caressed my skin. I gotta admit that her lips tasted great with an almost perfect combination of sweet and salty. If this were my previous life, I would have been over the moon: making out with a total babe like her.

But here...

Yeah, let's end it here before the girl gets another erection.

I let go of Claire's soft juicy lips, leaving a trail of drool between us. Her eyes stared into mine intensely before glazing over as she passed out from exhaustion.

How can someone with such low energy always be so horny? If I didn't know better, I'd think she enjoyed the skinship more than the masturbation itself.

Regardless, Claire was a mess; her alabaster skin was beet red with hot sweat soaking her remaining clothes. If left alone she could catch a cold; therefore, I lifted her off my knees, resting her on the bed, and took off her stockings.

I rinsed a towel with a bowl of warm water and washed her near-perfect body. From her pretty face to her big soft breast to her cute belly button, and yes, I also cleaned her dick and balls -- wiping sticky cum off her genitals.

Even after all these years, I still feel like a massive faggot for doing this. If there's any consolation prize, I also get to clean her pussy and asshole; there isn't a single corner on Claire's body I haven't seen or touched.

After I finished cleaning her and dressed her up in clean attire, I looked around at the white mess around the room and shrugged. I'm not a maid and I don't get paid enough to deal with this shit!

***

I let Claire sleep in the hotel as I went out to get a breath of fresh air. We didn't have classes for the rest of the day, thus I decided to go to the gym.

Being born in this world, being responsible for Claire; just filled me with pent-up frustration. When I was younger I had dreams of using my second chance to become a sports star. But it's kinda hard to join a football team when you've already broken everyone's noses... including the coach. Not my fault they couldn't keep their damn mouth shut!

I had ideas of taking up boxing but I didn't have time to commit to that either; Claire was a rope that got me out of poverty but also bound me from doing much else. Can't blame her much though, since it's my damn pride that made me do what I do.