Futa’s Wild Passion 01: Futa Pops Her Little Sister’s Cherry

Futa’s Wild Passion

Chapter One: Futa Pops Her Little Sister’s Cherry

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to FallenAngelX00 for beta reading this!

One in a hundred million odds.

Those words echoed over and over through my head as I slouched into my bedroom. I was nineteen, and my life was ruined. One in a hundred million odds of being afflicted with the big, dumb, stupid condition.

I couldn’t believe it. I closed the door behind me then leaned against it, rattling the latch. My left arm was sore from the blood draw, the Band-Aid still coating it. The nurse had put a pink one on to try and cheer me up. Like anything could cheer me up.

“Um, Jenny?” Mom asked then rapped softly at the door from the other side. “Are you going to be okay?”

“I’m fine, Mom,” I said. “I’m not dying.”

“I know,” she said. “It’s just… I mean, it’s a big change.”

“Mom!” I gasped, so aware of just how big of a change it was.

“Sorry, that came out wrong.” I imagined her on the other side of the door, that look of “mom worry” on her mature face, her curly, blonde hair spilling down to her shoulders, her eyes bright blue. Despite being forty, she had dainty cheeks.

Why would I think about that?

“You know this doesn’t change anything,” she said.

“That’s what the doctor said,” I sighed. “But… I mean, what guy is going to want to date me?”

“Oh, honey, there are guys out there that I’m sure would love to. And there are girls, too. You know I’m open-minded.”

“Not like Reverend August,” I muttered. She had given a sermon on the evils of homosexuality and the dangers of the transgender movement just this morning. She’d been in the middle of it when it happened.

My new condition.

“Well, I am,” she said. “The Lord gives us burdens, and we all have the strength—”

“He made me into a freak, Mom!” I shouted. “A dickgirl!”

“Hermaphrodite,” Mom said. “Please, don’t use such a vulgar term. Or use futanari. Doesn’t that sound nice? That’s what the Japanese call the condition. Futanari Syndrome.”

I sighed and stared down at the skirt I wore, passed my round breasts swelling my t-shirt to the bulge in my crotch. I wasn’t wearing panties but a pair of shorts beneath my skirt. My panties were too tight to have on with my transformed clit.

“Well, are you sure you’re okay. I have to run some errands. I’m sorry to leave you, and the twins are here. So is Allie.”

“I’m sure Allie is loving this,” I muttered, thinking of my youngest sister. She was such a brat.

“If she teases you, let me know, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah.” I pushed off from my door. “I’m nineteen, Mom. I’m not a kid. I’ll be fine. I don’t need you to mother me.”

“I know, I just like to.” I pictured her smiling. “Well, get some rest. I’m sure you’ll adapt.”

“Yep, because having a clit-dick is so normal,” I muttered.

I couldn’t believe how fast it happened. I’ve heard of Futanari Syndrome. Who hadn’t? It made international news five years ago when the first girl spontaneously grew a cock in the middle of school in some part of Japan. People thought it was a hoax, but over the last few years, it kept happening. Not to a lot. I was the third girl in the entirety of the United States to develop this condition.

One in a hundred million chance.

Doctors didn’t get it. People claimed it was government experiments, alien hybrids, too many hormones in beef, vaccinations, or the next phase of human evolution. The theories just went on and on and on. No one knew why some girls around my age just… blossomed.

That was how the doctor put it. Blossomed.

What a terrible word for it.

I fell on my bed, lying on my belly like I normally did, hugging my pillow to my upper chest, giving my breasts room to be comfortable and… My new cock wasn’t comfortable. I was lying on it. I could feel it throbbing and pulsing and twitching.

I groaned and rolled over on my back. “Dumb dick.”

I could feel it thrusting from the folds of my virgin pussy. I’d never even let a guy touch me down there. No third base. Not even over my panties. Now… now they would freak out. They wouldn’t want to date a girl with a huge cock.

“Significantly above average length,” the nurse had said as she manhandled it. I stood there, cheeks burning, my new cock growing erect in her gloved hand as she measured me. “Oh, my, fifteen inches. Well, that’s certainly going to make some girl happy.”

She said that like it was a joke.

All I knew was it didn’t fit in my panties. It bulged my skirt and… and… I was feeling that erection growing again. I was so embarrassed when the doctor walked in and found me still hard, attempting to hide it in my panties. He just gave a polite smile, nonplussed by the entire affair.

I wanted to die of embarrassment.

“Don’t get hard,” I groaned, feeling my cock ache and throb. “Please, please don’t get hard.”

I drew in deep breaths as my new, dumb appendage throbbed and swelled. It pulsed in my shorts, the front of my skirt twitching with the movement. I could feel it expanding, growing thicker, longer. It straightened, the sensitive tip rubbing against the fabric.

Tingles raced through me. It was like a clit but somehow more sensitive. The tingles reached the base of my new cock and electrified my pussy. I groaned as that wet itch began. That familiar heat that led me to masturbate at least once a day.

I bit my lip. I just had to ignore it. I had to focus on something else.

I closed my eyes, casting my mind on things to think about to make my erection go down. My hands clenched and relaxed. There was no way I would masturbate. I would get the surgery. They said I would be mostly female after that. I wouldn’t have a clitoris and would lose out on some of the sexual stimulation of sex, but I still had ovaries and a womb.

I could still get pregnant.

Or make someone pregnant.

I felt the slippery precum starting to flow.

“You have a prostate,” the doctor had said as he worked the ultrasound probe across my abdomen. “You can produce seminal fluids, and your vas deferens is connected to your ovaries. Very typical in Futanari Syndrome. The mutation seems to cause your ova to produce both female sex gametes and male sex gametes. Sperm. They mix in the prostate, which produces the rest of the ejaculate.”

I didn’t want to think about ejaculate.

I had to think of something else. What was non-sexy?

Reverend August and her dumb sermons. Standing there in her black robes, her starch collar tight about her throat, her dark hair falling about that lush face. She had pretty lips. They were plump. Her nose was delicate and…

What would those plump lips feel like sucking on my…?

“Don’t think that,” I groaned even as my new clit-dick throbbed and twitched. It was fully hard, stretching out my shorts, poking at the waistband. It was half-bent by the fabric, aching to be freed. “Please, please don’t think about blowjobs and…”

“The Lord says we must help our brothers and sisters through adversity,” Reverend August purred in my mind, her voice so sultry all of a sudden. “Mmm, and you, Sister Jenny, are in need of aid with yours. Let me just pull out your big cock and suck on it.”

I shook my head. I needed to think of my more normal fantasies. Shirtless Jason Momoa. Khal Drogo. Aquaman. That hunk. Or… or… It was so hard to think of them as the fantasy of the reverend pulling down my shorts gripped my mind.

“Oh, my, this is such a huuuuge burden the Lord has given you,” she purred in my thoughts. “Mmm, but He has given you the strength to endure. Just let me suck on it. Let me drain all the lust from you.”

My hands rubbed on my comforter. I wiped sweat from my palms while my cock pulsed and ached. My pussy itched. My virgin flesh wanted to be stroked and caressed. I glanced at my Thor body pillow. I could put that between my legs and rub my pussy against…

My cock didn’t want that.

“Let me help you,” the reverend groaned in my mind.

“Yes, yes, Jenny, honey,” Mom cooed. She appeared beside the dark-haired reverend in my imagination. Naked, her large breasts swaying before her. Blonde hair spilled about her face. “We can love you together.”

The naughty, forbidden, incestuous fantasy surged through me. My dick throbbed hard. I groaned, the doctor’s words that an “increased libido and desire for sexual exploration was normal with Futanari Syndrome” echoed in my mind. This was just it, but… but…

“Darn it!”

I lifted up my pink skirt and shoved down the black shorts. My futa-dick sprang out from my bush of red hair. My fiery curls spilled around the base of my cock, hiding my pussy folds. My dick thrust upward, waving, the tip beading with my precum. It was swollen, an angry shade of pink verging on red. The shaft was the same beige as my skin. It throbbed and pulsed. I could see the outline of bluish veins running up the shaft. They filled my cock with all that blood to make it erect.

I grabbed it. My hand had trouble wrapping around it. My left hand joined my right. I groaned as I doubled fisted it, stroking up and down my shaft. My eyes widened when I brushed the tip, sparks flaring in my mind.

“Thank you, Sister Jenny, for letting us ease your adversity,” purred Reverend August in my mind. She leaned forward to nuzzle at the right side of my cock.

“I’m always here for you,” my mother groaned.

My imagination burned as I pictured the two older women nuzzling into my dick’s tip. I imagined their tongues licking around my cock. I used to imagine sucking dicks, but now… now I had one. I fisted my shaft faster, brushing the spongy crown.

Bliss flowed down to my pussy.

I gasped at how intense it was. My twat clenched every time I brushed the pink tip. I caressed it as I stroked myself, my head tossing back and forth. I pictured my mother and the reverend taking turns sucking on it.

Loving me.

Naughty, incestuous pleasures rippled through me. This fantasy was so wrong. I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I imagined what it was like for my mother to suck on my girl-cock. For the reverend to work her married mouth up and down my cock. My pussy clenched as this wild passion surged through me.

“Yes, yes,” I whimpered. “Mom… Reverend August.”

My hand became theirs. They fisted me as they pleasured me.