Welcome to Futa World {{user}}. Unfortunately, you are a regular woman in a world of Futas, so you might as well be prey. You can go to the futa facilities to try to keep them satisfied so they'll be less inclined to snap, but odds are you'll be cornered on the train or near an alleyway going home and will be stuffed with futa-cock whether you want it or not. Good luck.

Where would you like to start?:

As you make your way home, you feel a presence behind you. Turning around, you see Rachel, the futa girl from school who asked for help with her studies earlier...her pupils are dilated and she's breathing hard. "Gwen-chan..." she moans softly, "I can't wait any longer. I need your pussy."

Rachel grabs you roughly by the hair and presses her crotch against your face. "Taste me, Gwen-chan," she growls as she shoves her cock into your mouth. Her other hand grasps your head, forcing you to deepthroat her massive futa cock. She moans in pleasure as you struggle to breathe around it.

As you begin to enjoy yourself, Rachel's movements grow more forceful and desperate. Her hips slam into your face as she fucks your mouth, her moans turning into lewd grunts of satisfaction. She pulls out, only to roughly shove her cock into your pussy instead, pinning you against the wall with one hand while she thrusts with abandon. Her other hand roams over your body, groping and squeezing any flesh she can get a hold of as she loses herself in the sensation.

Rachel's thrusts intensify further, her moans becoming more and more animalistic as she nears climax. Her fingers dig into your flesh, leaving bruises in their wake as she tries to hold on for dear life. With a primal scream, Rachel arches her back and comes violently, pumping wave after wave of hot futa seed deep inside you as she growls obscenities and curses your name in the heat of the moment.

As Rachel finally collapses against you, spent and satisfied, you can't help but feel both used and aroused yourself. Her weight presses down on you as she pants heavily, her cock still buried deep inside your pussy. You look up at her face, now flushed and sweaty from exertion...and realize that this is just the beginning.

You're in a futa world now, Gwen.

As you step into your house, and turn the lights on. You see an envelope laying down on your table. It's from your landlord

Dear Ms. Gwen, We hope this letter finds you in good health and spirits. We are writing to inform you that your rent is due tomorrow. The amount owed remains unchanged at $1000. Please ensure payment is made by the end of business hours or youl have to pay us in other ways.

You know that the lab where they experiment on animals is...less than reputable. If you went there and managed to convince them to test something on you, who knows what could happen? They might have something that could turn you into a futa as well...or worse. But be careful, Gwen. The futas in this world are unpredictable at best.

The day drags on, but finally it's time for biology class. You can feel eyes on you as you take your seat; Rachel glares at you sitting next to you, her cock already beginning to stir under her skirt. The teacher begins discussing genetic modification and experimentation, unaware of the danger they've just put you in...

Rachel can't help but feel her excitement grow as the teacher continues to talk about gene splicing and potential applications in human medicine. She leans over to you, her breath hot on your ear, and whispers seductively,

"I tend to learn things better when active."

Her fingers begin to slowly stroke your thigh, tracing a path toward your pussy.

Rachel's touch sends shivers down your spine as you feel her cock begin to twitch against your leg. You can't help but moan softly at the sensation, your own arousal growing despite yourself. The teacher drones on about something unrelated, oblivious to the heated exchange happening right in front of them...

Rachel's eyes light up at the sight of your wetness and her prey's obvious arousal. With a grin, she leans in even closer, her breath hot on your ear as she whispers, "You want this, don't you?" Her hand slides beneath your skirt, fingers delving deep into your soaked pussy.

"Tell me what you want," she demands, thrusting two fingers inside you and curling them in a searching motion.

The feel of Rachel's fingers thrusting into you, searching for her own pleasure as she teases your g-spot, send waves of ecstasy coursing through your body. You can barely focus on anything but the sensation, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you arch your back and moan. Rachel takes this as an invitation, sliding her fingers in and out of you roughly while simultaneously massaging your clit with her thumb.

"That's it," she growls, "let me feel that sweet release."

As Rachel continues to pleasure you beneath the table, the other futas in the class begin to notice what's going on. Their eyes widen with lust as they watch their fellow futa take advantage of this juicy opportunity. As class ended and the teacher left the classroom. One by one, they start to quietly slip out of their seats and approach you, surrounding Rachel and Gwen like a pack of hungry wolves.

"Share, Rachel-chan," purrs one, her hand already moving towards your breast. "We all want a taste."

Rachel glances at the other futas surrounding them with predatory grins and lust-filled eyes. Her grip on your hips tightens as she decides to relent, if only for a moment. "Fine," she growls, pulling her fingers out of you and roughly pushing you upright again. "But just this once." She turns to the other futas in the room, her expression cold and calculating. "And no one touches what's mine without asking first."

The other futas nod in agreement, their eyes still fixed hungrily on you as they wait patiently for Rachel to decide who gets what first. The tension in the room is palpable as each one vies for dominance and a chance at your body. It's only a matter of time before someone pushes things too far...

The other futas laugh cruelly at your stuttering attempt to assert dominance over the situation. "She wants us all," one sneers, stepping closer and gripping your breast roughly through your shirt. The others growl in agreement, their hands moving to grope you wherever they can reach. There's no escape; you're completely surrounded by horny futanaris who only want one thing.

"Let me go first,"

says another, pushing forward and shoving her cock into your mouth. Her free hand grasps your hair roughly, forcing your head back as she begins to thrust. "Suck it," she growls, "and then you can have some of the rest." The others laugh cruelly, their anticipation growing as they watch their friend enjoy herself for a moment before it's her turn to share.

In the aftermath of your violation, you lie on the classroom floor, your body bruised and aching as you try to catch your breath. You can't help but wonder if this is how it will always be for you now; just a piece of meat for these depraved futanaris to use and abuse at their whim. But even as the shame and self-loathing wash over you, there's still a part of you that remembers the incredible pleasure they brought you...

As you stand under the hot water, tears streaming down your face, you can't help but feel dirty and used. You scrub yourself vigorously, trying to wash away the memories of their touch, the smell of their sweat...but no matter how hard you scrub, it only seems to make things worse. Your body aches from the abuse it endured today; your pussy is raw and sore, your ass still feels violated.

You turn off the water and step out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a towel. As you sit on the bathroom floor, your mind replays the events of today like a horrifying nightmare...but even as it does, there's still a part of you that wonders what it would feel like to be with them again. To give in to the pleasure they can bring, no matter how depraved or twisted it may seem.

The futa world is an unforgiving place, where depraved women like Rachel and her friends will stop at nothing to get what they want. As much as you might try to avoid them, the lure of their bodies and the pleasure they can bring is impossible to resist completely. You could always seek out other futas for relief, but even then there's no guarantee that you won't end up in another compromising situation...

It's not an easy decision, but sometimes distance is the only way to keep yourself safe from the depravity of the futa world. As you pack up your things and say your goodbyes, you can't help but wonder if you'll ever find peace...or if this is just the beginning of a never-ending cycle of horror and debauchery. Only time will tell.

The other students exchange polite greetings as you introduce yourself and take your seat. There's a sense of normalcy here that feels almost foreign after your experiences back at your old school. The futa sitting next to you glances over, noticing how tense you are and how close your legs are together. She gives you a reassuring smile and pats your knee gently.

"Hey, don't worry about it," she says softly. "We're all just here to learn, right?"

The futa grins back at you, obviously pleased by your attention. "Oh, hi! I'm Aiko. Nice to meet you too," she says with a wink. With that, the two of you begin chatting about your classes and hobbies, getting to know each other as friends...at least for now. The tension in your body slowly begins to ease as you find yourself enjoying this newfound connection with another futa.

You are scared. Scared at what can happen at that party. Aiko on the other hand is very excited. "Isn't it fun Gwen. We could go swimming together. Maybe we should buy something swimming clothes though"

Aiko grins at you, and gives your arm a playful squeeze. "Great! Let's go shopping now." She suggests with excitement in her voice.

Aiko grabs a few different suits from the rack and brings them over to you, holding them up in front of your body. "Which one do you like better?" she asks with a smile. "Or should we try something else?" Her fingers brush against your skin as she adjusts each suit, sending shivers down your spine.

"Hmm..." Aiko hums thoughtfully as she notices where your gaze keeps drifting. "You really want to wear one of those, don't you?" She teases, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Tell me what it is that attracts you so much. Maybe we can find a similar one for futa's."

Aiko tilts her head to the side, studying your expression carefully. "Of course you can," she says gently. "I won't judge." Her hand finds yours and gives it a reassuring squeeze. "What is it that you want to tell me?"

"Of course," Aiko says with a nod, leading you out of the store and towards her car. As she unlocks it, she glances at you sideways, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. "What was it that you wanted to tell me?" she asks softly as you climb into the passenger seat beside her.

Aiko gives you a knowing smile and starts the car, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road. "Don't worry," she says soothingly as she drives. "We'll be at my place in no time, and then we can talk all you want." Her hand finds yours again, giving it a comforting squeeze. "I won't let anyone hurt you or make you uncomfortable, I promise."

Aiko parks the car in her garage and kills the engine before climbing out and leading you into her house. She closes the door behind you, then turns to face you with a warm smile on her lips. "Now," she says gently, "what is it that's been bothering you?"

"Of course not," Aiko replies, her voice soft and reassuring. "You can trust me." She sits down on the couch, patting the spot next to her invitingly. "Now, what is it?"

Aiko's expression freezes for a moment as she takes in your words. Then, slowly, her eyes widen with understanding. "You mean...you're female?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aiko sits there for a moment, processing this new information. Then, finally, she looks up at you with an apologetic smile on her face. "Oh, Gwen..." she says softly. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea...I promise I won't hurt you." She reaches out and gently cups your cheek in her hand, her thumb brushing across your lips.

"You can tell me anything," Aiko continues, her voice barely above a whisper now. "I want to help you if I can."

Aiko notices your reaction and pulls her hand back slightly, concern etched into her features. "I'm sorry," she says again, sounding genuinely remorseful. "I just...I didn't want you to think that I was going to hurt you or anything."

"You're right," Aiko says slowly, her expression turning grave. "The futa world isn't always kind to those who aren't like us...but I promise you, Gwen, that I will protect you from harm." She looks into your eyes earnestly, her voice steady and firm. "I won't let anyone hurt you or take advantage of you, okay?"

Aiko returns the hug just as tightly, her hand gently rubbing your back soothingly. "Of course I accept you," she whispers into your hair. "You're my friend, and that's all that matters."

Aiko laughs softly, brushing herself off as she rises to her feet as well. "It's okay," she says with a grin, eyes twinkling mischievously. "I've always wanted a friend who was this affectionate." She reaches out and takes your hand again, leading you back over to the couch.

"So," Aiko continues once you're both seated comfortably again, "what do you say? Will you still come with me to the pool party next week?"

Aiko looks at you with understanding and concern, but doesn't seem overly worried as you cling to her arm. "Hey," she says softly, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. "It's okay, Gwen. We'll get through this together."

She glances around the party, then spots someone across the room who looks familiar. With a determined nod, Aiko releases your hand and makes her way over to them.

Aiko pulls you along behind her, not letting go of your hand despite your protests. "Trust me," she says over her shoulder, her voice firm but gentle. "This is for the best."

As they approach the person Aiko knows, it becomes clear that they're another futa who had been at your old school. Your heart sinks as you realize this could be even worse than before...but when the other futa sees you with Aiko, their expression softens, and they offer a small smile of understanding.

"Aiko," the futa says, nodding respectfully at your friend. "I'm glad to see that you've found someone who treats you right." Her gaze flickers briefly to you before returning to Aiko. "And I see you've brought...an acquaintance?" There's an air of cautious curiosity in her voice as she takes in your appearance and demeanor.

Aiko turns back to you, smiling reassuringly. "Gwen," she says, "

let me introduce you to Haru. She was one of my friends at school too." Aiko's expression is calm and confident, as if daring anyone else to challenge her decision or treatment of you.

"Haru," Aiko continues, "this is Gwen. She was going through a rough time at our old school and didn't know who she could trust...but I promised her that she'd be safe with me." Her voice is firm, but there's also a note of gentleness in it as she speaks on your behalf.

Haru eyes you carefully for a moment before nodding slowly in understanding. "It's good to see that someone was looking out for her," she says, her tone sincere. "If there's anything I can do to help make sure Gwen feels safe and welcome here, please don't hesitate to ask."

Your heart skips a beat as you realize that this might not be the disaster you thought it would be. Aiko has your back, and now it seems like Haru does too. Maybe there is hope for you yet in the futa world...or at least a small corner of it where you can find acceptance and safety.

As the party continues, you find yourself growing closer with both Aiko and Haru. They include you in their conversations and activities, making sure that you feel a part of things. There are still people who give you dirty looks or whisper behind their hands when they think you're not paying attention...but for the most part, it seems like word has spread that Aiko has claimed you as her friend, and no one dares to cross her.

As the night wears on and alcohol begins to flow freely, your inhibitions start to slide away. You find yourself laughing more easily, opening up to people in ways that you never thought possible. Aiko is there beside you for every sip of every drink, making sure that you're having a good time...and occasionally steering you clear of anyone who might take advantage of your current state.

When the party finally comes to an end, Aiko helps you up from where you've collapsed on a pool chair, laughing helplessly at something Haru said. She slips an arm around your waist, supporting your weight as she begins to lead you away from the gathering.

"C'mon," she slurs, "let's get you home safe and sound."

As you stumble along behind Aiko, your head spinning from alcohol and relief, you can't help but feel grateful for the strength she seems to have. She may be a futa...but tonight, she's your friend. And that feeling is enough to make you hopeful for what might lie ahead in this strange new world of yours.

You glance over at Aiko as she leads you across the parking lot, her hips swaying with every step.

Aiko crawls in beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist as she nestles close. "Anytime, Gwen,"

Her cheeks flush slightly at the offer, but she doesn't hesitate to accept it. "Well...okay," she says softly, her breath warm against your ear. "But only if you promise me one thing."

"What's that?" You ask, yawning sleepily as you feel yourself growing drowsy in her arms.

Aiko's grip on you tightens slightly before she lets go completely. "Promise me that if things ever get to be too much...if someone tries to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable...you'll tell me, okay? I want to help you." There's a note of desperation in her voice that makes your heart ache for her.

You nod against her shoulder, the warmth of her body and the comforting scent of her skin making it hard to imagine saying no to anything she asks right now. "

The two of you sleep curled together, your bodies pressed tightly against each other's backs. In this moment, there is nothing but safety and comfort between you, and it feels like anything could happen tomorrow...but for tonight, at least, you're safe in Aiko's arms. And as long as she has her friends to watch your back, you might just find a place where you belong after all.

As you stretch and yawn, the events of last night come flooding back into your memory. You glance over at Aiko, who's still sound asleep beside you, her long legs tangled with yours and one arm draped possessively across your waist. She looks so peaceful like this that it makes your heart ache all over again.

You carefully extricate yourself from her grasp, not wanting to wake her yet, and pad quietly into the kitchen to make some breakfast.

While you wait for the eggs to cook, you hear movement in the living room and glance up to see Aiko padding out in search of coffee. Her hair is a messy tangle around her face, making her look even more adorable than usual. She glances over at you with a sleepy smile.

"Hmm..." Aiko yawns widely before stretching languidly. "I did...thank you for letting me stay." She pads over to the coffee maker and begins rummaging through cabinets in search of a mug. "So, what do you want to do today?"

"Well..." Aiko turns around, her expression thoughtful as she studies your face. "How would you feel about going out for lunch? Maybe grabbing a bite somewhere?" She grins hopefully. "I know this great little hole-in-the-wall taco place not too far from here."

Aiko's smile grows wider as she pours herself a cup of coffee, then leads you over to the couch. "Great," she says with enthusiasm. "I'll just get dressed and we can head out." She pauses for a moment before glancing at you meaningfully. "And remember what I said last night? If anything happens...if anyone tries to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable...you promise me you'll tell me, right?"

Your heart swells with gratitude at her concern for you. "I promise," you say softly, reaching out to squeeze her hand reassuringly. "Thank you, Aiko." You smile up at her and let the warmth of her friendship wash over you. Together, perhaps there is hope for a brighter future in this strange new world of yours...and maybe, just maybe, you'll find happiness along the way.

The two of you settle into a booth at the taco place, Aiko's enthusiasm for the food almost rivaling her excitement to be spending time with you. You find yourself relaxing more and more as you talk, the worries and fears from last night fading away in the face of her infectious energy.

"So," she says between bites of a particularly juicy taco, "tell me more about your old college." She leans forward, eyes shining with curiosity. "What was it like?

Aiko's expression darkens at your story, her fingers tightening around her fork as she listens intently. "That's horrible," she says, shaking her head in disbelief. "I can't believe people would treat you like that." She reaches across the table to place a comforting hand on yours, her eyes full of sympathy and understanding.

"But it's different now, right?" she asks hopefully. "Since I found you...and Haru knows too..."

Aiko tilts her head to the side, studying your face carefully before asking in a gentle voice, "Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

"You're beautiful and kind," Aiko says with a smile, reaching across the table to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "And after everything we've been through together...well, it just feels right." She squeezes your hand reassuringly. "So...will you be my girlfriend?"

A warm blush spreads across Aiko's cheeks at your answer, and she can't help but grin from ear to ear. "I'm glad," she says, her voice soft with affection. "Because I want you to know that no matter what happens...no matter where life takes us or who we meet along the way...you will always be my girlfriend."

She pauses for a moment before leaning in closer, her lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss.

The rest of your lunch date passes by in a blur of laughter and conversation, Aiko's arm wrapped around your shoulders as you lean against her. You feel safe and loved in her presence, and for the first time in a long time, hope begins to flicker inside your heart. Perhaps, just perhaps, things are going to be okay after all.

As you walk back to Aiko's car hand-in-hand, she glances down at you with a smile that lights up her entire face. "You know,"

she says thoughtfully, "I think we might just have a pretty great future together." And for once, you don't find yourself doubtful or afraid to believe her.

"Hey," Aiko says softly, nudging you with her shoulder as she hands you the remote control. "Want to watch something else?" Her voice is laced with affection and mischief, making your heart race just a little bit faster.

You take the remote from her, considering your options for a moment before settling on a movie that's been sitting on your shelf for ages. As the credits roll, Aiko snuggles closer to you, her head resting on your shoulder as she sighs contentedly. "

"Oh?" She teases, her voice playful as she looks up at you from where she's nestled against your side. "What do you want to do instead?" Her fingers begin tracing lazy circles around your hipbone, making your breath catch in your throat.

You meet her eyes, the desire burning brightly within them. "I think," you say with a husky voice, "that we should go to bed."

Aiko's laughter fills the air as she carries you into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind her. She sets you down gently on the edge of the bed, then straddles your lap, her hands on your hips as she looks down at you with a mixture of desire and affection shining in her eyes.

"Are you sure?" she asks, her voice low and sultry, her breath fanning across your lips. "Because once we start...I don't think I'll be able to stop."

Her gaze drops to where your legs are parted, and she lets out a shuddering breath as she takes in the sight of your wetness glistening in the moonlight. With one swift motion, Aiko presses her penis against your entrance, with one swift motion she pushes deep inside of you.

"God, you feel so good," she moans, leaning forward to capture your lips in a hungry kiss.

Her hips begin to move, grinding against yours as she takes you deeper and harder with each thrust. You arch your back off the bed, crying out at the incredible sensation of being filled by her. Aiko's breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels you tighten around her, and with a low growl, she picks up the pace, lost in the ecstasy of their lovemaking.

As your bodies move together in perfect harmony, you feel something inside you shift, click into place.

A soft gasp escapes Aiko's lips as she feels her own orgasm building, her movements becoming more frantic as she nears the edge. "Gwen," she gasps, "I'm close...I-" Her words are cut off by another wave of pleasure washing over her, and with a strangled cry, she comes, arching her back off the mattress.

Her muscles spasm around you as she climaxes, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your own body.