The Glutton

Story by ksoma

tags: futa, teen (late teens), masturbation, cum, cum, cum, cum and cum. And cum play.

So, I had recently announced I wouldn't be writing more stories. I had a reason for that, that had nothing to do with this site.

That statement, it seems, was rather immature.

This is the second new story I wrote. Where is the first? Despite the work I put into it, I felt it had way too much build up in nonsense no one really cared about (you know, like my chapters of "The Fairy" that just revolve how they made their money? Good God, what was I doing?), but, even worse? I was amazingly dissatisfied with the sexual element to it. So, while it is saved, I very highly doubt I'll publish it.

Look, to anyone who has read any of my other stuff, a warning now: This is much of the same. That was, in fact, part of why I considered stopping writing. I feel much of what I write falls into the very same vein over and over. At least I'm consistent, with my fantasies, and I try to find new ways to present them, and make them bigger, while making the laughable attempt to make it seem realistic in the context of the story, but I don't seem to be able to really go beyond what *I* want in a story, and into what I think the audience wants. So I am amazingly grateful that what I have written thus far has been well received.

Disclaimer about one thing in the first backstory paragraph. In the paragraph that describes how the character, and the futa, came to be, there is a reference to the fact that her Mom hates me. This was put in for several reasons (the most important one being an example of why in a sci-fi setting, futa may come to be. Women who hate men wish to procreate). She is meant for story purposes, and to be a tragic, but VERY minor, figure. I neither endorse a man hating view (would be self defeating, I am a man), nor to I think it is prevalent or common among women in general, or lesbians in particular. This was written just to flesh things out, and has no real bearing on the story as it progresses, but I felt for back story I did not want to leave it out. I offer this disclaimer because that representation, of one person, was not meant to offend anyone, or to indicate approval for such a position, or implications that a certain group hold that view. I'd like to not need a disclaimer, but because it is a sore or touchy subject, I felt it best to include one.

I've babbled enough. On to the story!

The Glutton Mona wandered into the kitchen carrying her things. She had fifteen minutes until she had to be out the door, and, running as late as she was, was worried she wouldn't have time for breakfast. She caught lucky break when she realized her paper wasn't due until next Wednesday, which meant that it, at least, was not some of the homework she had to rush through this morning. Dropping most of what she carried on the table, she popped two pastries in the toaster, smirking at the icing packets, before tossing them in back into the freezer, and grabbed herself a plate.

The pastry only took a minute or so. Ejecting from the toaster, almost too hot to touch, she moved them to the plate, and sat at the table. Taking the last thing she held, a small bowl, she gingerly tilted it, and she glazed her raspberry tarts with it's contents. Both were fairly well covered, extra glaze running off the tart and onto the plate. 'And mom thinks I don't use the icing that comes with them because of some diet. Ha.'

She lifted, and bit, into a pastry. The crispy, flaky crust that made them so much better than any poptart. The rich, juicy filling, sweet and tarty. And the icing, thick, creamy, hot from the toasted shell, rich, and with just a hint of musk and salt. Her fresh cum.

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She wasn't the only futa around. She knew more were being born. Maybe one in every hundred children now would grow up like her. But she was among the first. Her mothers had gotten pregnant through donated sperm, but when they saw the gene mod had been legalized, they leapt on it. Mom, her birth mother, had a strong dislike for men, though she was polite about it in public. Mum, her step-mom, simply thought it was a novel idea, not realizing at the time how angry her partner was. Their breakup was messy. Mum was a proud lesbian, but she in no way hated men, and when she couldn't calm down her partner, left. And sued for custody. Mona loved her Mom, but she was glad she lived with Mum.

Being a first gen, there were quirks to work out. Usually treated with simple oral mods that did not need to affect fetal developing tissue, and could work on what was already there. One to lower heightened testosterone at six. One at eight to combat swelling finger tips (that was a side effect no one saw coming!), and one at twelve to make sure her female systems were working properly. By then, she had gotten to know her doctor quite well. So when she went in, at sixteen, to request a mod, a legal one, but one she would pay for out

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