Long Story Short
A Year of futanari Tales
October -- A Chip
"Patient describes stabbing pains in crotch and penis," the doctor mumbled to himself as he typed his prognosis, "no bleeding or signs of trauma, the patient is responsive and appears in good health."
The blue-haired futa cleared her throat, grabbing the doctor's attention, "Am I going to be okay?" she was clearly concerned.
"I think so," the doctor said as he finished documenting and turned towards the girl, "Look Ashly, I believe we are talking about a faulty chip, I know you are in pain and the chip is flashing red, but I looked through the manual there's nothing about a disease called HYCOBA-86..." he went silent, not sure what to tell Ashly.
Ashly crumpled in pain as another wave washed over her. Something deep inside her told her something was off, but all the testes, all the examinations, everything came back super healthy. It was more the chip that bothered her. She had it since she was born, everybody has one. It was the revelation of 2080, a chip that lets you know when you're sick. It starts flashing green when you're at risk, later becoming yellow and red as things got worst. But that wasn't all this gizmo could do, if you got to a doctor it could tell the doctor exactly what's wrong with you. The chip was nothing short of magic, and stories say they never failed, never.
"I'll schedule a replacement chip, should be here in a couple of days." The doctor concluded.
"Could you give me something for the pain?" Ashly asked. If she was doomed to suffer for a couple of days she might as well be a little sedated to better deal with the situation.
"Hmmm," the doctor thought for a second, "Okay, I'll prescribe some painkillers, but you shouldn't take more than 2 every 24 hours..."
Ashly thanked the doctor and left, going back home after a short stop at the pharmacy to pick up her painkillers. The chip on her left arm kept bleeping red and drew people's attention, as if she was some flea infected zombie that might start eating human flesh any minute now. "By next week we'll be back to green again," she whispered to herself as she walked out of the pharmacy. Hoping to get home soon so she could escape the frightened looks.
Ashly locked the door behind her, "Hello home," she greeted an empty crib. She always liked to greet her home when she entered, felt it created good vibes. She went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and galloped down one pill to help with the waves of pain. Next, she headed to her room so she could change to something more comfortable.
Her bedroom was simple, a bed, a full-body mirror and a closet, nothing special. She tossed her light blue dress on the floor and stood before the mirror. Her skin was lightly tanned and her blue hair framed her skinny face. She never colored it blue, it was just one of the many strange things futanari had in their genetics, she was born with blue hair and will probably die with blue hair. Her eyes were also blue, and she loved how it complimented her hair. Her figure was mostly thin, and she stood a little over 5 feet tall. Her breasts were nothing major, a modest B cup that held nicely without a bra.
Between her legs was the thing that made her rare, only 5% of the population were futa, and she felt lucky to be in that 5%. She had a big cock, nothing huge like those fake porn movies, but a modest 7 inches long shaft with a pair of full balls. Below them was her pussy, a tiny flower. Ashly was admittedly less interested in her sexuality at the moment, the flashing red light bothered her too much.
Ashly felt a little light-headed and attributed the feeling to the painkillers. She decided to think about what to do next from the bed. Sitting down was almost overwhelming, an overpowering sensation of exhaustion washed over her and she struggled not to succumb to it. Those painkillers the doctor gave her sure were something special. As seconds turned into minutes, Ashly couldn't find the will to get up, she managed to climb up onto her pillow as sleep washed over her and the world went black. Ashly slept, and dreamed, and smiled as the pain faded away.
Ashly woke up to a bright day, the sun flooded her room with light. She kept her eyes closed because they hurt, but noticed two things. Firstly, she was no longer in pain, the painkillers seem to work. Secondly, her right hand felt really numb, as if something heavy was placed on her arm and blocked the blood flow to the hand. Ashly guessed it was because she slept on her arm sometime during the night and afforded a bit more to bask in the glory of a new morning.
To her surprise, Ashly's hand still felt numb. She knew she wasn't in any mortal danger, when someone was at risk of dying the chip would start beeping, you couldn't miss it even if you tried. She took a deep breath before opening her eyes. The ceiling looked the same as always and so did the rest of the room.
Ashly turned her head to the right to look at her numb hand and gasped in fear, "What the fuck!" she screamed at the reason her hand was numb.
Over her arm rested a cock, as thick as she was. The shaft stretched along the bed, seeming flaccid. Ashly quickly pulled her arm out from under the thing. It took Ashly a minute to free her pale hand from under the hefty cock, but the minute she did she could feel the blood circulating around in there. After about a minute the sensation and color came back. It was at that time that Ashly realized the giant cock on her bed was her own. By some freakish accident, it turned huge while she slept, spanning the length of the bed she rested on, it was a monster. Realizing something went wrong, Ashly examined the situation farther, she noticed her pussy was still in place and didn't seem to change, but it was now obscured by two giant balls the size of a bean-bag chair.
"What the fuck?" Ashly wondered. The first thing that came to her mind was how is she going to have sex again...
Just then, two things happened, both startling Ashly and making her jump with panic. First, her cock pulsed, the sensation of it pulsing while she got morning wood was nothing new to her, but she was never even half as big as she was now. The flesh of her cock rippled and the bed shook under the shifting weight, at the head of the bed, the tip of her cock slammed violently against the wooden headboard, cracking it.
At the same time, Ashly's phone started ringing. She was lucky it was still in the pocket of the light blue dress she placed by the bed before she fell asleep. She shifted around and grabbed the phone, it was the doctor calling.
"Yes," she answered as another pulse traveled up her cock, this one was strong enough to break the headboard and the thing toppled over her onto her cock. Somehow the feeling wasn't of pain, but pleasure.
"Ashly, this is your doctor, my computer's telling me your chip is green now, how are you feeling?"
Ashly looked at her chip, it was green now. She was truly baffled, but didn't have time to dedicate thought to that. Her cock lurched again, tossing the broken headboard aside and colliding with the wall. To Ashly's amazement, the wall started to crack, turning her mind blank, "I okay..." was all she managed.
"Good," the doctor went on, oblivious to the situation, "I'm happy your chip turned green, but the prognosis bothered me, so I called the company's experts last night. Turns out HYCOBA-86 is one of those new, rare diseases..."
"I'm infected?" Ashly managed to ask as she watched her cock punch through her bedroom wall and into her neighbor's apartment. It was not thicker than Ashly's waist and only semi-erect. Her balls also grew, so big they lifted Ashly off the ground and offered a comfortable sitting place for the ongoing show.
"True," the doctor confirmed, "HYCOBA-86 stands for hyper cock and balls 2086. It's a disease that only affects futanari like yourself. you might experience a growth sprout in the coming days..."
Ashly couldn't help but giggle at the irony. Her cock was now fully erect, she couldn't see how big it was, but she felt it punching through three more walls. Below her, her balls covered the whole bed and spilled over the sides, the weight of it all making the bed give out and crack. On top of all the mess, Ashly sat and couldn't help but smile, the feeling of it all was so amazing she had a hard time listening to the doctor.
"Whatever you do, do not orgasm," he instructed, "once the body experiences an orgasm it is almost impossible to stop the growth. "
It was far too late now, Ashly felt something shift, deep within her giant balls. The pulses of her cock became more rapid, more violent. It was a losing battle, and Ashly didn't even want to win it, her bliss-flooded soul was a far better outcome than winning against her natural need. Her body felt like a marvelous machine, contracting and expending in perfect unison to draw gallons of cum from her over-filled balls and along her shaft. She didn't care where the cum ended up, it was probably flooding the next apartment or two, all she cared about was the fraction of a second when she felt her sack, a little bit less full with cum before filling up again.
Ashly was oblivious to the world now, sunk deep into an intoxicating sensation as the virus worked on her body. She didn't notice the phone falling from her hand onto the floor before her balls grew over it and crushed it flat. She didn't notice the building giving below her as she got too big for the structure to support her growing weight.
The next time Ashly noticed something other than her orgasm was when the sun touched her skin. Her old life was gone; she was no longer a simple girl, but a cum blasting goddess, infected with HYCOBA-86. She couldn't help but giggle when the thought crossed her mind, "at least the chip warned me in time..."
November -- A Queen
It rained cats and dogs on the day I got the word. I remember it vividly as if that moment was etched into my mind. I guess everyone remembers the day they learn how much time they have to live...
On that day, January 7th, the king knocked on my door. I invited him in and we had a cup of tea, but I sensed something was wrong. The king stopped by my house every couple of months, just like he did with all the people around town, but that was during the summer, and that day was winter...
When he finished his blue cup, he thanked me for my hospitality and for everything I did to help around town. I could see his face change, his visage taking a grim turn.
"Is everything in order?" I asked him. He was silent, his face turned white as wax and at first, I thought he was having a seizure. Just as I was about to call the doctor he whispered the words that roared through the room and changed everything.
"The ruffle, it was you, May..."
I don't remember much after that, I was told I fainted, but I really don't remember. I woke up in my bed as the sun started to set, Joe sat by my side and sang a nursery rhyme. She hugged me and offered me food, I hardly ate that day. The following morning the king came again, we talked. At the start of the year, the town holds a ruffle, all the names of women over 18 are thrown in a bag and one is pulled out at random. This time, my name came up, I was going to be the town tribute.
I know some towns don't have tributes like we do, so I'll take a moment of the few I
have left to explain it to you. Our town has a futanari, she is a 20 feet tall beast and all she does is basically lurk in a ruined castle and terrorize nearby towns. Decades ago, our town came to an agreement with our futanari. Once a year, we sent over a single woman, named the town tribute, for the futa to kill and eat and in return the futa left us alone.
