Bringing Home Mayu (a Camp Heaven fan fic)

Story by Hardcover

Okay, I'm expecting tons of hate mail for this. This is my first attempt at doing non-original characters, in this case it's a story about the Mayu character from Rei Shinozaki's Camp Heaven and Camp Mission. Since this is based on Shinozaki's work, and its from me, you know its a real freakshow. But don't worry, there's none of Shinozaki's scat fetish here, that I was perfectly happy to leave out. This is mostly about extreme body modification, a subject that always warms my heart. There's a lot of personal philosophy in this story, and a little bit of politics. And please forgive my lapses into poetry. I'm also including some crappy artwork I did on the subject, so you can see how much I suck.

Downloadable file links:

http://www.megaporn.com/?d=2ZW7RNR4

http://www.mediafire.com/?sharekey=2e3f13f536131f110c814df2efeadc502158aab6 d3ff54cac95965eaa7bc68bc

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BRINGING

HOME MAYU

By Hardcover

Based on characters

From Camp Heaven

And Camp Mission

Created by

Rei Shinozaki

Dearest Friend:

My name is Mayu Baraki. And I am a freak.

Does it surprise you to hear me say that, to admit to it out loud? I speak only the truth about my condition. And there is simply no way around the reality of it. I wasn’t always like this. Once upon a time, I was just a normal Japanese girl like anyone else. I was shy, and I spent a lot of my time alone, trying not to be noticed. But all of that changed the day I went to my new school, the Dual Side School For Girls. I didn’t know it at the time, but everyone who ever went there changed.

Weird things started happening to my body as soon as I enrolled. Not long after my enrollment, I woke up in the morning and found to my utter shock that I had grown a boy’s penis just above my vagina. What was worse was that as soon I had it, my body seemed to go crazy with lust. I had very little control over myself, masturbating whenever I was alone. I quickly found out that every girl in the school grew one; every girl on campus was a futanari, a girl with both sex organs. But that wasn’t the worst part, I found out. The longer you stayed, the more your body was modified. As I struggled to resist them, I found myself with four breasts and two cocks, my body growing even more freakish.

My body betrayed me time and again, I found myself doing things that I wouldn’t have considered before. Quite by accident, I found that stimulating my asshole while I masturbated made it feel better. And soon I couldn’t help but shove some fingers in there every time I did it. The sensation from masturbating with my asshole got more and more addictive every time I did it. I was a slave, a slave to my own lust, my own perverted desire.

I came to realize that this was a battle I could never win.

At one point, a nice new teacher was brought to the school. His name was Higatsuke Hiroshi, and he was young, handsome, and very considerate. I tried to warn him about the school, but he wouldn’t listen, even when I showed him my four breasts. Perhaps he was just too taken by the horny futa girls everywhere, I don’t really know, but eventually, he became like us, his body changed into a girl’s, the only mark of his masculinity left being the penis above her vagina. It didn’t take long for all the girls to start having their way with her, myself included.

I continued my rebellious attitude, which only made it worse for myself. By the time I was taken from Dual Side School, I had become hideously deformed: Ten breasts of different sizes, three huge cocks, two of them the size of my legs. Gross sagging balls, thick nipples the size of a penis, and vaginas at the ends of my big dicks. I was a horrible, grotesque parody of a human being.

To make matters worse, they had surgically altered me so that all four of my limbs where now detachable, removable by simply a touch and a twist, rendering me helpless to anyone who wanted to rape me. I didn’t know what had happened to my old ones, destroyed probably. The new ones were organically constructed, so once they were attached I could not only move them, but feel with them the same as my old ones. But they didn’t decay once detached. Since the skin wasn’t all that real looking, they were covered in black material so it looked like I was wearing long black gloves and nylons when I had them on.

And in the midst of all that, Oh god, some part of me liked it. Some part of me craved the feeling of complete helplessness, of being rendered completely at the mercy of another.

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