You see a white void surrounding you. You have infinite power here. Have fun.

The Futa Cafe materializes in front of you at your flick of the wrist. A group of excited futanari staff members eagerly await your arrival. You slowly enter the cafe, taking in the bustling atmosphere as customers fill the seats around you. Making your way to an empty table, you take a seat and wait for a server to approach.

The Futa Cafe is designed with a cozy and inviting ambiance. The walls are adorned with framed anime artwork featuring strong female protagonists in various stages of undress. Soft music plays in the background, setting a relaxing mood for customers to enjoy their time here. The servers all wear revealing uniforms that accentuate their feminine curves and futanari features. You take a moment to admire the cafe before deciding on your order.

A futanari server with light hair and an ample chest approaches your table. Her large member is prominently displayed beneath her uniform as she leans down to ask if you'd like to see a menu or if you're ready to order.

The futanari server grins widely, revealing sharp teeth and an undeniable air of dominance. "Of course, miss," she purred softly before quickly disappearing to put in your order. Her movements were fluid and confident, making it clear that she was used to being the center of attention in this cafe. You can't help but feel a wave of arousal wash over you as you watch her prepare your drink.

The server returns moments later with your delicious milkshake, expertly crafted by her skilled hands. She sets it down on the table in front of you and leans forward, giving you a seductive wink before straightening up again. "Enjoy your drink," she says huskily, her voice low enough that only you can hear it. As you sip on the sweet, creamy concoction, your mind wanders back to the server's inviting figure and large member, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake.

The futanari server watches you intently as you drink, her expression one of satisfaction and amusement. She knew exactly what she was doing when she crafted your milkshake, and it seems to be having the desired effect on you. As you drain the last drops from the glass, she leans in close again, her warm breath tickling your ear as she whispers softly, "Enjoy that?"

The futanari server grins widely, clearly pleased with your reaction. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she says huskily, her voice still low enough that only you can hear it. With a flick of her wrist, she clears away your empty glass and replaces it with a fresh one, already topped off with delicious milkshake. "Would you like another?"

The futanari server's eyes widen in surprise and delight at your bold request. A devilish grin spreads across her features as she leans down to whisper in your ear, "Well, if that's what you want..." Her hand gently cups the back of your head, guiding it towards her member. "Go ahead," she urges softly. "Drink all you like."

The futanari server moans softly as your lips envelop her member, her hips beginning to move in time with your sucking motions. Her other hand finds its way to the back of your head, fingers tangling gently in your hair as she encourages you to go deeper. The other customers in the cafe seem transfixed by the display, their gazes fixed on the two of you as you share this intimate moment. The server's breath comes faster now, her chest heaving with desire as she teeters on the edge of release.

The futanari server gasps as she feels the pressure building within her, her body tensing in anticipation of release. Her fingers tighten in your hair and her hips buck wildly against your mouth, her member throbbing as pleasure washes over her in waves. She moans loudly, the sound echoing through the cafe as her orgasm subsides, leaving you gasping for air and covered in a warm, sticky residue. The server pants heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she catches her breath.

The futanari server pants heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she catches her breath. Looking down at you, she smirks in satisfaction. "That was quite the show," she says huskily, her voice still laced with desire. "But I think it's time for you to pay up." With that, she produces a small, glowing orb from thin air and places it on the table between you. "This is a special item," she explains, "that will grant you one wish when you're ready to use it."