Talis's Tale

Story by chironathome

Okay - in a bid to pull together more of my stories together here is the first one I ever wrote.

So what to expect? Well I don't mean to spoil things but if you have read any of my previous stories, you know what to expect! If you want to stay surprised don't read the tags :)

Description: In the distant future where the nature of sex has changed, Talis has embraced her fetish of being a size queen by modifying herself to embrace her greatest desires. But Talis is still left wanting and when someone offers her fulfillment what will be the true cost?

The more eagle eyed amongst you may spot the story universe this is written in – its from my favourite author. Good luck in guessing. I do have a large back story worked out to this, with plot and everything, but there is not much plot in the first part as I wanted to start with a bang. Part 1 also has almost no futa, but I assure you that things quickly get out of hand on later parts. I only ever wrote 2 parts, the 3rd lies half finished. The only other thing which I did related to this was a pen & paper RPG adventure I put together for my group - obviously not quite so filthy but it does elude to these elements and allowed me to have such chapters as "The President's Penis is Missing!" and "The Return of the King, Baby!", which sent players off on slightly crazed adventures :)

I seriously doubt it will ever be finished as I tend to jump onto new ideas. But finishing part 3 would be a good thing to aim for if people are at all interested. Let me know if it floats your boat!

Part 1: Acceptance Talis’s Tale - Part 1: Acceptance

Another pulse courses through her body, not pain, nor pleasure just a wave of wrongness, a wave of change. Talis gasps, clutching the sides of the bed, realisation of what she has started passing through her mind. Looking up, she is pained by the bright lighting panels drilling into her eyes.

“Lights… dim”

The room darkens slightly, removing a distraction as she concentrates on what is happening to her body. She smiles. This was her dream. It is actually happening. Another wave passes, causing her to convulse again, her mind now turning it into a feeling closer to pleasure this time.

“Acceptance…” she remembered the dark stranger saying, “Acceptance of what you truly are is the first step to your dreams”. The words flow through her mind again and acceptance settles into her thoughts.

Another pulse, this time definitely pleasure, makes Talis take a sharp intake of breath. Relaxing now, her hands cease their grip as she feels her body convulse as she lies naked on the bed, no covers to protect her modesty. Whether it is the remembrance of the stranger’s words, the nanites, or some drugs coursing through her body she fells herself calming, feeling pleasure and knowing her life as a woman was ending. Although Talis knows people are watching her, monitoring her down to the molecular level, any inhibitions of her nakedness are forgotten. Sighing once more, her hands reach down her body, caressing her large breasts before moving towards her groin. She parts her legs to the chink of metal passing over metal to allow her fingers access to caress her clitoris gently as her pleasure rises.

Her breasts are large but perfectly proportioned, not real of course, very few people were real these day, Body modification had become second nature to everybody; enlargements here, reductions there, extra bits everywhere. Most kept them subtle like Talis had done, easily disguised or widely accepted to avoid the harsh backhand of society. Talis of course had taken things further but kept them hidden. Apart from “creating an impression” with her breasts, she had enlarged her clitoris so it stood out a few inches, as thick as her thumb and her inner and outer labia had been extended so they hung like limp, wet rubber pads six inches down her thighs. These had been studded with the occasional heavy gauge ring to complete “the look”. As she walked they would slide slickly past one another, occasionally catching a ring with every step – a constant reminder of her own perverse desires.

Parting her dangling, damp lips her hand pushes inwards, gently working her fingers deeper, only to slowly withdraw wet and sticky. Languidly she pushes her fingers in once again, feeling the pressure of her deepening hand increasing her pleasure. Suddenly, and with relative ease, her hand pops into place as another wave of heat overtakes her body. Fist deep within her cunt she starts to pump her wrist and arm into herself. This was a well trodden route, most nights she would use her hands or toys to bring herself to the peak of ecstasy when a penis was not available.

Of course, despite her overly feminine appearance, Talis’s real passion was for the penis, and the larger the better. Although she could never afford one of her ow

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