The Newest Generation

Hey, Average Joe here.

It's been a while in the land of quarantines and lockdowns. I'm currently stuck at home with my wife and toddler, so finding time alone to write has been difficult.

Now, I've dabbled in fantasy, I've dabbled in romance, I've dabbled in BDSM, Harems, and tentacle sex. So now it's time for something new.

I've still got a few things in the works I'm very excited about. This includes another romance with a kink twist, as well as the sequel to my award winning story, "The Beast."

Follow me for more details.

Average Joe

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Chapter One

It was a dream, unlike any other. One that made so little sense, I didn't even feel like myself any more...

It wasn't that I was naked... It wasn't that I was horny... After all, I slept naked and for someone just past their eighteenth birthday, I had one hell of a sex drive.

It was the ten-inch cock I had buried in my best friend's pussy...

That's how I knew this was a dream. I was eighteen already. The oldest woman to undergo the change, prior to myself, was twelve. Futa aren't all that rare these days either, so there's been plenty of studies. Not that the studies are released to the public. There's almost a cone of silence around the subject. Basically, if you aren't a futa and you aren't married to one, you're in the dark.

But what a dream this was. My best friend Jane, with that perfect bubble butt sticking out as far as she could push. I'll admit, she'd been the source of my spank bank more than once. I'd even told her a few times. But she had different priorities, and our friendship blossomed outside of the bedroom she had no interest in entering. And I could live with that. In the meantime, I had some prime dream ass to slam.

Jane, my lovely dream Jane, could take me right to the... Well... Not balls... I didn't seem to have any. I'd say clit, but it seemed my dream cock WAS my new clit... SOOooo... Fuck it... I fucked her. I fucked her hard, I fucked her deep and I fucked her long. The feeling of her exquisite flesh wrapped around my member was glorious. The soft squeals of pleasure that escaped her mouth only drove me on. As the walls of her tight little pussy clenched down on my cock, I erupted inside her with a loud moan. She twisted around giving me a hooded smile and said...

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

"Fuck!" I snarled.

"AMBER!"

Stupid paper-thin walls... "Sorry, mum!"

Kicking off the blanket, I ignored the wet mess I'd left. It wasn't the first time I'd squirted in my sleep and it wouldn't be the last. At least I did my own laundry these days. Mum had stopped asking about my sheet washing habit years ago. With a sigh, I stood and walked into my ensuite. As always, I checked myself for bags under my eyes. I'd been having trouble sleeping lately, mum said I'd been hormonal, but I didn't feel any different. My green eyes were bright and clear. My shoulder-length red hair needed a good brush before I got it wet, so I started there.

As I brushed out the small knots that had formed in the night, the jiggle of my boobs made me smile. Here I'd been a late bloomer. I was fifteen before my mosquito bites had given me a nice c-cup and their healthy bounce always made me smile. So with my hair done, it was time for a quick pee before my morning shower.

The cold porcelain touching my clit was a little startling a gotta tell you. But looking down, it was the least of my concerns...

"MUUUUUUUUUM!" I screamed

The panic in my voice must have startled my parents because I could hear them both running. In just moments, my door banged open and my mother stormed in with a concerned expression on her face. I had just enough time to stand, before she turned around, grabbing my father, who followed her in and shoved him back out of the room.

"MUM!" I cried.

"Hey, hey now, calm down," she said, stepping closer. "This is... New, I admit."

"New?!" I screeched, "I have a fucking dick!"

"Honey, I really don't like that word," she said firmly.

I just stared bug-eyed at her a moment, "what? Dick or Fucking?"

"Both," she said firmly.

I looked down at what was quite clearly the ten-inch cock from my dreams and looked back up at her. My face twisted in rage as I went to yell, when it occurred to me, I was distracted from my new appendage, by my mother's attitude to my language... Bitch has me figured out to a 'T.'

"Thanks mum," I grumbled.

She just smiled, "it's going to be okay. I'll ring gam-gam and see what we need to do, okay?"

I frowned, thinking of my grandmother... Who married another woman... "You're not a test tube baby are you?" I asked my mother.

She just smiled, "no dear, I'm biologically related to both your grandma's. Now, take your shower, I'll make you breakfast so you're not late."

I just nodded and turned back to the bathroom. First on my list was to finish my pee from earlier. I was a little worried at first where it would come out, but it seemed I peed from my vagina like normal, which was comforting. That taken care of, I hopped in the shower. Soaping myself up, I reluctantly made the decision to wash my new... Cock... That was a new experience. Three seconds of contact, and sure enough, it was the same size and shape I remembered from the dream. I just quickly washed it and hopped out to dry. Getting dressed was my next issue... My lace underwear weren't gonna hold a ten-inch meat missile. Without the underwear, said ten-inch meat missile hangs lower than my favourite skirt... So my comfortable baggy pants and a hoodie were my best bet. Though I still wore my favourite bra underneath.

With a sigh and a final check in the mirror to make sure I was somewhat presentable, I made my way to the kitchen, just as mum hung up the phone.

"Alright, gam gam said to ring the school, I've put you down to see the guidance counselor. They'll let you know when to go in," she said with a small smile.

I just sighed, "why do I need to see a guidance counselor?"

Mum just shrugged, "I'm not sure sweetie. I'm... I'm not a..."

"Futa?"

"Futa, yes dear. Sorry."

"It's fine mum."

We sat in silence for a few minutes, unable to speak, before dad stumbled into the room. "You okay, sweetheart?" He asked, giving my head a kiss as he walked past.

I managed a tight smile, before nodding, "yeah, can you give me a ride to school?"

"Sure thing, have you eaten? I need to go."

"Here," mum said, handing me a toasted sandwich. "Everything's going to be okay, I promise," she said, kissing my cheek.

As my gut churned and I followed dad out to his car, I couldn't help but feel loved. The drive itself was quiet. Dad liked to concentrate, so I pulled out my phone and sent Jane a text telling her I'd be early. If I was lucky, she'd come early herself. Having a car was a luxury I just didn't have yet. Our family already had two and mum let me drive hers if I needed it, but day to day stuff like school was out of the question. My phone buzzed, bringing me back to the present. It was a reply from Jane, letting me know she was on her way, which made me smile. I didn't think of myself as being a lesbian, but I was definitely attracted to her, moreso than I'd been attracted to other guys. That was going to be another issue... I had a dick now. Not only that, I had a dick bigger than most guys did... I'd be lucky if I didn't live my life as a fetish model at this rate...

"You okay sweetie?" Dad asked as we pulled up at the school.

I just sighed and shook my head, "not really ,Dad... I never expected to wake up with a dick."

Dad just nodded, "just remember we love you, alright?"

That got a smile out of me. So with a "thanks Dad," and a kiss on the cheek, I grabbed my bag and climbed out of the car.

I was a little earlier than I'd usually be. A few people were sitting around outside enjoying the warm breeze. There was a football game going on between a group of younger kids.

"Hey Ambs," a sleezy voice called.

Without responding, I ignored him and tried my best to get inside before he did anything stupid.

"Hey, stop a minute, I just wanna chat!" He called out. The slight wobble to his voice told me he was jogging to catch up. "Ambs!" A hand caught my wrist and spun me around. There he was, in all his glory. The cheating prick that took my virginity.

"What do you want, Dean?" I said evenly.

He smiled, that horrible smile that charmed me out of my panties six months ago. "C'mon baby. Is this really the way things are gonna go between us?"

Before I could remind him about how he stuck his dick in Charise Weatherman an hour after he took it out of me, a new voice called out...

"Amber!"

Turning, I got to stare at the woman of my dreams as she jogged towards me. My knight in shining armour, literally, her lipgloss basically glowed. And before I could say another word, her arm wrapped around mine and I was being led off.

"Hey!" Deal called out like a petulant child.

I didn't see the finger Jane stuck up as we walked away, but we sure heard his friends when they laughed at him. Jane wasn't the woman you thought she was. Long brown hair, slim and petite, except for that world class ass of hers. She looked like a doll and dressed in designer gear, you'd never know her daddy was a world class kickboxer who'd trained her from a toddler. That ass was the shape it was for a reason, not that I was complaining. Nobody fucked with Jane. At least nobody recently. Every now and then someone decided to test her mettle.

Once we were inside the school and out of sight of my moronic ex, she spun me around. In a moment, I was wrapped in her arms. My happy place.

"Mmm, you ok?" She asked, going into mother hen mode. "You're a little early to be dressed in those and you smell... Weird."

"Weird how?" I asked, barely keeping the tone of my voice steady. Jane always smelled good, so I was terrified by the thought I smelled bad.

"I dunno," she said, sniffing me again. "It's not bad, did you change soap or something?"

"Maybe, mum gets it for me," I said quickly and shrugged, realising I had a slowly growing problem.

"Hmmm... Well keep it up, I like it," she giggled and continued inside.

Our usual hangout was either the gym or the cafeteria. Both had their advantages and our small group of friends knew where to find us. But I realised I had a serious problem arising.

"One sec, I'll meet you there," I said quickly, darting into the women's bathroom.

Darting into a stall, I quickly closed the door behind me and dropped my pants. Out sprung my ten-inch semi. Even as I watched, it slowly engorged to it's full stance. Without thinking, I reached down and took it in my hand, groaning at the contact.

"You okay, Amber?" Jane called.

I squeaked in terror, not realising she'd followed me in. "I'm... I'm fine. Just a-a small stomach issue."

"Ohh," she tutted through the door. "Bad cramps again. I've got some ibuprofen in my bag I can give you. If it gets worse, you should go home."

"Can't, I have an appointment I need to attend," I groaned as my cock throbbed with my heartbeat in my hand.

"What time?" she asked.

I just sighed, releasing my cock and thinking about my situation. "Not sure, they'll call me in when they can."

"Typical," Jane sighed in return.

With a small groan, I lifted my hefty cock and pressed it into my stomach. Without underwear, this was the only way I could handle the situation. Pulling my pants back up, I pinned my cock in place. I was lucky we had no gym classes today. A good three inches of purple, throbbing cock stuck out from the top of my pants. If not for the oversized hoodie, I wouldn't be able to leave the stall. So after a quick once over, I took a deep breath and opened the door.

"You okay?" Jane asked as I stepped out and washed my hands.

"Yeah," I grumbled back. "Just gotta press on, there's nothing I can do."

"Still, if it's that bad, maybe you SHOULD go home," she smiled and waited as I dried my hands.

If not for my respect for her position, I'd have kissed her. She really was the best thing that had ever happened to me. So with a smile and a quick hug, we headed off to the cafeteria. Heading to our usual table, Mary was already here. She was the quiet one in the group. Small, petite and very quiet. She had a blonde pixie cut that covered her lazy eye. Not that it detracted from how absolutely adorable she was.

"Hey, Mary," Jane and I said at the same time.

Mary paused in the picture she was drawing and looked up, flashing a smile. "Morning ladies, what do you think?" Spinning the picture around, it was mostly outlines, but she'd started on shading the top half. It was a badass orc woman, wielding a mace, alongside some big troll dude in armour, waving a claymore.

"Oh, this is new," I smiled. Mary did excellent work, she had quite an online following already.

"Yup, started last night. They're characters in a story I read online."

That was as far as I got with the conversation. Jane and Mary continued to chat, while I sat and wondered how long it would be before I got any answers. Hell, I didn't even know if this raging erection was normal. I could be some sort of freak, on top of being a futa.

... Chapter Two...

The ringing of the bell snapped me back to attention. I'd been zoned out, thinking about my situation. I hadn't even realised we'd been joined by Greg and Nancy. They were a couple before they knew what being a couple was. If you saw one, you saw them both and it had gone on so long, their parents had open invitations for the pair of them to stay. Greg was tall, well built and stoic. Nancy was curvy, cheeky and loud. Together, they were a force to be reckoned with. Where one lacked, the other picked up and they moved seamlessly when they wanted something done. The moment Greg turned eighteen, a full twenty four hours after Nancy, he popped the question. They planned to wed before college. Nancy was studying to be a vet and Greg was set to inherit his parents farm.

But, the bell is the bell. First class of the day is unfortunately maths with Mr Blake. Mr Blake was the highlight of the class. He was in his eighties and refused to retire. But he had a quirky sense of humour and always wore a hawiian shirt that clashed horribly with his long white beard. It was such a shame he taught maths... It also meant I spent my first class with Jane. Speaking of.

"Come on, we'll be late otherwise," Jane said, grabbing my hand.

With a quick wave to our friends we dashed off to class. Mr Blake's room was on the far side of the school. So it was always a bit of a mad dash getting there on time, especially with the halls packed with students dropping things in their lockers. But we made it without issue. Heading inside to our seats, I ignored Dean sitting with his friends in the third row. Jane and I took our usual seats up front and got ready for our lesson. Not that I could concentrate. My cock throbbed so hard it was difficult to concentrate on anything else. But I managed to stay coherent enough to answer the few questions directed towards me. The whole while, all I could think about was the intoxicating scent of my best friend beside me. But even she seemed bothered by something. But every time she caught my eye, it was with a smile. She was probably just worried about my weird behaviour.

At the end of class, I gave Jane an awkward hug, awkward because of my straining erection. Jane went off to her advanced health class. I just had to walk two doors down to biology. Mrs Desverden was a friendly enough teacher. Her classes were always interesting at least. It was only as I walked into the room and took my seat, I saw what was on the board and cursed myself... We were going over human reproduction again... I knew finals were coming up, but today was not the day for me to be staring at photos of genitals... Hopefully the call for my appointment will come soon.

As the class filed in, the lesson slowly gained steam and the room fell silent. I listened to Mrs Desverden as she explained the similarities and differences in the types of tissues and nerves between men and women. I was surprised to hear that the head of a cock was the equivalent of a woman's clitoris, which caught my attention.

"What about futa's?" I asked, without thinking.

Mrs Desverden nodded her head a moment before addressing me. "Understand, there's requirements before we can go into much detail with futas. But the long and the short of it, is that a woman's clitoris extends and grows similar features as a penis. It's not a true penis, but you can't tell the difference without getting into the anatomy of the situation." She paused, seeing all the interested faces directed at her. "Other than a set of testes that develop alongside the ovaries, that connect to the penis, there's no real difference that we can discuss."

"So a futa can ejaculate sperm?" I continued, realising my life was far more absurd than I thought.

"Correct," Mrs Desverden said. "Though, urea is still expelled through the urethra located above the vaginal opening."

I just nodded along and tried to keep my mind out of the gutter. By the time the bell rang, I was in pain. My cock had been hard for hours and I had no idea if it was normal. I was certainly walking funny by the time I made it into the cafeteria. Getting in line for our lunch, I opted for a small salad rather than the hotdogs that seemed popular with everyone else. Turning, I headed for the table, only to spot Nancy sucking on a hotdog in front of a blushing, Greg. Usually, the rare moment she got him to crack, would have been funny. But the thought of her lips wrapped around my cock... No... Bad Amber! Bad! Nancy is spoken for! So with a sigh, I walked the last few metres and sat down.

Nancy obviously picked up my mood and toned down her antics. We chatted while we ate and waited for Mary and Jane to arrive. They were regularly late when they had classes together. But soon enough I spotted them in line together. I smiled my greeting to them both, before setting my head on the table and tried to think off all the nastiest shit I could to make my cock go down. But it almost had a mind of its own.

"Hey," Jane said, rubbing my back. Sitting up, I looked at her worried expression. "You need to go home," Jane said firmly. I went to shake my head, thinking of the appointment, but Jane grabbed my hand. "I'm serious, you look messed up."

With a grimace, I followed her to stand and started walking. Jane led me towards the office. There were a few people inside waiting, so we got in line. I leaned onto Jane, but the scent of her skin made my cock throb harder, so I stood up again. As we finally got to the front of the line, the bell rang.

"Go on," I grumbled. "I'll be fine."

Jane just squeezed my hand and quickly kissed my cheek. "Let me know how it goes, alright."

I just nodded and watched, hypnotised at the sway of her ass as she left.

"May I help you?"

I turned back to the bored old lady sitting at the counter. Nobody had anything nice to say about Mrs Doris. She was a rude, crusty old bint. She couldn't take criticism, but she'd been working for the school so long, they didn't have the heart to fire her and get someone better qualified.

"My name is Amber Verde, I'm feeling a little under the weather. I was hoping you could call my parents."

I watched as she cocked an eyebrow and typed my name into the system. "Oh, that's why you sounded familiar, I didn't pass on your appointment," she mumbled. I bit back a snarky remark. She had a reputation from going from senile to shrieking banshee at the slightest provocation.

"Take a seat," she grumbled.

I just did as I was told. Turning around I made it as far as the chair, before the office door crashed open, admitting a middle aged woman. "Amber?!" She called.