NAfISR stands for "Necessary Allowances For Interspecies Relations" which wouldn't fit in the title.
This is a story of a man of a house, a husband, and father, who came across a few different monster girls and had his life...changed because of it.
Kinks: (Reverse ntr, romance, impregnation, furry, monster girls, harem.)
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It's surprising how little matters change the more you shake things.
There is a contrary saying that goes "The more things stay the same, the more they change" and that is also true. Things do change all the time.
But there is a reason why history rhymes.
The discovery of the "monstrous species", or the "nonhuman sapients" as some people have taken to calling them instead, shook up the world a while ago. Societies that lay undiscovered in the vast depths of the earth, the sky, or the sea. Despite having Satellites and cameras everywhere, the "monsters" did not show up.
Until they chose to.
Some people say that this is evidence that their homes aren't really on planet Earth, that there are dimensions adjacent to ours that these "creatures" slither from into our own, but it's at least true that it's possible to get to them if you just know how.
Holes in the ground that lead to vast expanses of civilization. Trenches at the bottom of the ocean that lead to strange shores. Winds and storms in the sky that lead to civilized perches.
There are many pictures, videos, and evidence of this, but the "how" is something the governments the world over had tried their hardest to cover up. And, for the most part, succeeded at.
It wasn't like it mattered to Carl Johnson much.
The monsters revealed themselves to the world around the time he was born and, at 39 years old, he had basically lived his whole life with knowledge of their existence. He had grown up, graduated, married, and then had a teenage daughter in all that time. And their existence hadn't really done anything to change that.
He had salt and pepper beard and hair now, the pull of time changing him. Unlike his youth, he had a protruding gut now, evidence of the success he had enjoyed in his life. But he still kept up the hard muscle that a lifelong career of physically demanding work tended to build up. His shoulders were broad, his chest was barrels and his arms were thick. His back was wide, his ass was firm, and his legs were tight.
His beard was short and well-groomed and he could carry his wife and daughter on each arm.
And he was a handyman.
"I left some coffee for you, Carl." His wife told him as he woke up one day.
Martha had been an ambitious girl he met in college that he had accidentally knocked up. They were strangers attracted to each other that, after talking about it, decided to try and make it work. And for the last 19 years, they had.
Unlike him, Martha complete her college course and started tackling her journey in the business world. She managed a small bank now, but her steady schedule had her begin her day at 8 am every week. It had been a source of envy for him in the past when he basically had to work odd hours every single day when he had started his business out, if for no other reason than he never knew when work would dry up.
But it had been long years when he had to work months at a time without a day off. Now? Now his wife stirred some coffee for him on a day that he decided to take off on a whim.
"Thanks, sweet cheeks," Carl told his wife as he walked past her, his hand lazily swinging and slapping her in the ass.
"Today is going to be a bitch," Martha grunted. Well, she shot him a quick smile first, but she was in the middle of browing some documents on the kitchen table on her Ipad.
"Just tell them you quit," Carl replied and bore the slap his wife sent to his shoulder as he grabbed his coffee.
"Maybe I'll retire once Amber has children of her own," The brunette that had carried his child muttered, "But no, not just yet."
"We could always go for another one," Carl told her in a low voice as he circled his arms around her waist.
"Maybe," Martha allowed as if they hadn't been trying for the last two years.
They had put off giving their daughter siblings while their economic situation had seemed uncertain. And now that it wasn't, making kids was proving to be surprisingly hard.
"Let's give it a shot," Carl told her as he flipped her skirt up, and pulled his cock out.
Martha was a brown hair woman of 35. She was svelte, with nice tits and a tight ass. She was white, she had piercing brown eyes, and she was in her business suit. A "smart" formal attire that had a knee-long skirt.
By the time she pushed her ass against him, Carl had already peeled her panties aside and inserted his cock into her vaginal slit.
"Fuck, I need this," Martha moaned as Carl thrusted with his 6-inch cock. There were tales that the absurdly female-skewed monsters would gladly have sex with men that even had micropenises, but people said all sorts of absurd shit too. Like being able to make certain body parts grow.
It was, in a word, hogwash.
Carl's large belly slipped over his wife's ass as his crotch pressed against it. His dick thrust into the pussy that he had helped form into his shape for over a decade as slapped the skin of her rear end with his hips.
And then, knowing how these things went, Martha moaned pleasantly as Carl picked up with the speed of a machine.
"How you feelin?" Carl grunted as the friction that his wife's pussy formed started to make his testicles clench. If he couldn't get her off soon, he would have to briefly stop for a second to keep from cuming.
"Almost there," Martha groaned the pressure in her crotch grew until, with a shutter, she orgasmed.
"There!" She happily sighed as she trembled, her husband's hand going into her neck.
And then squeezed tight as he started to anomalistically slam into her.
Her quick orgasm was turned into a deep one as Carl used her as a fuck hole.
This was the hidden side to the big burly man she had married. The loving caring father who would fuck like a monster once he didn't have to worry about her satisfaction~
"Fuck," Carl grunted as he hilted himself on his wife's ass and sprayed her pussy with middle-aged sperm.
They were stuck together like that for almost half a minute, with Carl pumping load after load into her depths until, with a sigh, he pulled out of her cunt with a squelch.
"Well, that should keep me going until you come back," Carl whispered into her ear before he left a kiss on her cheek.
"Thanks for refill handsome," Martha kissed him back as she cleaned her pussy and smooth her skirt down.
"Anything for my woman," Carl replied as he simply shoved his cock inside his pants again.
Martha picked up her things, her coffee, her Ipad, and her briefcase and promptly got in her car and left.
This interaction, as innocent and relatively normal for a married couple as it might seem, would have dire consequences later on.
For it made Martha forget something very important.
Two hours later, Carl got a frantic call.
"Hey-o love, whatcha need?" Carl asked as he leaned back on his couch. He had been watching some sports and was thinking about what to get for lunch when he picked up his phone.
"Carl? Thank god," Martha said with relief. She immediately had his attention.
"What's wrong?" He asked again as he got off his couch. Already he was thinking the worse. Did someone have an accident? Did she get fired?
...did her bank get held up?
"It's Amber," Martha spat out. Oh no, did she have an accident? Did she get expelled?
...did her school get held up?
"I was about to drive to her school to get her something, but I left it at home!" Martha moaned with frustration.
"Honey, were you really going to do that while you were at work?" Carl frowned.
"It's my break," Martha replied.
"And I am literally doing nothing today. Why didn't you ask me to do it from the beginning?" Carl asked.
"Because it's Amber's tampons," Martha replied, her mirth obvious through the phone.
Ah.
