Futa Note (Futa, Transformation, Excessive Cum/Size)

Story by Tosaku No Kishi

Hi everybody. So, the following is a, kind of, parody of the Death Note franchise, though only in a few ways, which should be apparent when reading the story. Hopefully, it will be enjoyable for all of you. Also, I would be remiss if I didn't mention FinalMan, who helped greatly with the writing process and has supplied a lot of cool ideas for future chapters.

Carmen Robins sighed once again. The teacher was droning on and on, her tone monotone and clearly without care for her class, since Carmen's fellow students passed notes, giggled, gossiped about people behind their backs or texted with their phones. Carmen was from a poor family, her father having been the main breadwinner before he died sixteen years ago, which was fortunate since Carmen hardly remembered him, making the loss far less painful, however the same was far from true with her mother. Her thoughts turned to her only parent, concerned for her.

Carmen didn't look forward to the end of the school day. Her mother was employed, however it was a simple job in a convenience store. Naturally the job didn't pay very well, as such Carmen did her part, working part time everyday after school, even so they could barely afford to pay the bills every month. The school, Saint Puella Public School for Girls, was originally meant to be a prestigious academy, only free for any and all students to enter, however it became a dumping ground for rich girls whose parents couldn't care less about what they did. Despite what she was surrounded with, Carmen maintained a high grade point average, almost bordering on a prodigy.

Despite this, she kept a low profile. She stuck to herself most of the time, interacting only when needed to, and speaking out in defence whenever one of the insufferable students tried pick on her. Carmen noticed a glare from across the room and looked away, already plotting how to get away from the other girl, looking out of the window to map out her route. As she looked outside, Carmen saw something far beyond what was considered normal; a notebook... falling from the sky. She furrowed her brow in confusion, but decided to take a look when the bell rang.

The sun was low, a sure sign of winter's approach. Carmen walked across the path of her school, heading in the direction of where she assumed the book had landed, which was confirmed upon seeing it laying in the grass. She walked over to it and crouched down picking it up, examining the strangely smooth cover, despite it having falling from hundreds of feet in the air, unless Carmen had imagined that and someone had simply put it there. She saw the title, written in an off white colour, like an old cream that was going bad, and almost burst out in laughter: Futa Note. Carmen, while from a poor family, had access to the internet through some underhanded means, and she had found herself in the dark side of the web on more than one occasion.

“A notebook of futanari, huh?” She muttered aloud, chuckling under her breath. She opened it to the middle, assuming to find illustrations of various hermaphrodites, possibly a few 'factual' articles about them. However, she was surprised to find that every page was blank, with the exception of a few black pages at the start, with writing on them using the same off white colour. There, she saw a list under the title 'Rules of the Futa Note'. Despite assuming it to be a prank, Carmen still looked at the first supposed rule: Whose name is written in this notebook will become a futanari. She raised an eyebrow at this, before putting it back down.

“What the hell's wrong with some people?” She asked herself as she headed to the school gates, however something gnawed at the back of her mind. I must be going out of my mind, she thought and went back, picking the notebook up and putting it into her bag. Honestly, who would want to be a futanari, she questioned her own mind, thinking of her own unnatural endowment, trapped within her panties, almost uncomfortably so. As she walked back to her home, successfully avoiding the girl from the classroom, Carmen read the other rules. So I can change a person's endowments, to whatever I wish? She thought in amusement.

In her private excursions within the internet, Carmen had read many a story about futanari. In nearly every last one of them, the main character was endowed with a cock at least twelve inches long and balls as big as fists. She didn't envy them, or she wouldn't admit that she did. Carmen had kept to herself throughout most of her life, primarily due to her male organ, although it was barely average sized and easily hidden, with the exception of her testicles, which were bordering on the size of oranges. As their size indicated, Carmen's orgasm far exceeded any man's by several hundred millilitres, not only that but her refractory period was a single minute on a slow day. Her mother was aware of this and alway

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