The Fetish Goddess (Latex, Futanari, Growth, Incest, Hyper, Short Story)

Story by Tosaku No Kishi

Done using the idea submitted by MaetchMan. Keep in mind I did this very quickly and it's just a short quicky. Hope you enjoy nonetheless.

Amelia, the Goddess of Fetishes, looked down upon the Earth. The inhabitants all disgusted her, hiding their perversions for fear of rejection. There would be no problem if they all just gave into their inner desires.

“Perhaps they need some prompting?” She asked aloud, knowing there was no one around to hear her, “Yes,” She answered herself, “They do.” With that she closed her eyes and randomly pointed at a random part of the Earth, with a flash of her power, her work was done. All that was left was to watch the events unfold.

Julie cried out in orgasm. Her cock, a mere six inches, spraying its meagre load into the paper towel. When her climax ended, she sighed and screwed up the towel into a ball, tossing it into her bin with practised aim. It always made her feel shame after doing such an act, though not because she was religious or anything, but because she hated how little she had. Julie spent so much of her time reading futanari erotica, wherein all the futas have cocks at least a foot long and make enough cum to put a horse to shame. Yet she, one of the rare, real life futanari, barely made the same as the average man.

She looked down at herself. Despite her disappointing package, her female endowments were nice, as she boasted perky, C cup breasts, a trim waist and a sizeable rear. It was always her male organ that made her feel nearly ashamed of it, as it hung limp at a pathetic two inches, with her balls barely large enough to be considered average.

“What I wouldn't give for a bigger dick and balls.” She groaned and went about preparing for her day. She was unemployed, but she'd been offered an interview, as such she had every intention of leaving early for it. Julie lived alone in a one bedroom apartment, mostly paid for by her parents until she was able to sustain herself. It was small, almost cramped, but it had a homely feel to it, at least that's what she told her old friends. In fifteen minutes she was leaving the apartment complex.

There was an alleyway to the side of the building. The interview was in the same direction, as such she passed by it and just in time to hear a loud crashing sound, as if someone had dropped a box from the third floor. She looked as anyone would, and saw just what she'd thought she'd see; a box. Her curiosity suddenly spiked, even though she would usually just shrug and move on, something about the box had her attention. Who knows, she thought, maybe it'll be full of gold? She soon stood over it.

It was a standard cardboard box, nondescript and crushed from the drop. Julie opened it and saw a shiny material inside, she picked it up and immediately recognised the material.

“Holy shit, it's latex.” She said under her breath. Julie didn't like to admit it, but she had a thing for latex, something about it just looked so good, though she had never had enough money to get anything made from the sexy material. She looked around and noticed that no one was coming to collect the box, as such she picked it up and rushed back into her apartment building. No way was she going to pass up such an opportunity. Once in her apartment, Julie called the interviewer and told them a close relative had just died and she didn't think it was right for her come in. They understood and rescheduled for another time.

Julie stood in her bedroom, looking down at the latex suit. It was full body, complete with a face mask. She touched it, almost moaning simply from the contact. Fuck it, she thought and stripped off her clothes, underwear and all. She quickly got the bodysuit on, zipping the back up easily thanks to her flexible arms. Unseen by her, the zip vanished into the material itself. Julie looked at herself in the full body mirror, flushing with desire as her cock, balls and nipples bulged clearly against the black latex. Deciding she may as well try the entire thing, Julie pulled on the face mask, the material very thin around the eyes, nose and mouth area, letting her breathe and see. Damn, I love this, she thought.

Her arousal made itself known as her cock grew erect. To her surprise, the latex seemed to mould itself to her, like a second skin, as it stretched around her erection. Julie didn't complain, as she reached down to grasp her hardness, giving it three strokes before she was cumming. She didn't notice as the suit tightened around her cock and balls rhythmically, essentially masturbating her even as she did the same. Julie from the orgasm, the experience far greater than any she'd experienced before.

“I'm gonna have some fun with this.” She gasped and stood, moaning as her cock was stimulated by the latex. She looked at it, seeing her dick was still erect, and... was it bigger? That didn't concern her however, as her d

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