futa story commission

Story by Sonicxxx

Hey, just wanted to share this awesome futa story I commissioned someone else to write with you all.

It's called "Don't Call Me Shirley" and was written by Seriousfic(AKA Zev 95 on Literotica), if you want to

request a story, here's his Patreon page:https://www.patreon.com/user?u=345782&u=345782&ty=c

Emma Fox, as a woman, looked simply delectable. She had tawny blonde hair that bounced from her shoulders like it had its own personal wind. Her eyes were big and blue, only slightly narrowing with her usual large smile, that crinkled her lips and lifted her cheeks and seemed almost too wide to leave room for the blue orbs to shine with merriment, but there was always enough space for them. And if she was adorable from the neck up, then from the neck down she was outright sensual. High, round breasts, a tight trim ass, a set of legs that seemed to have designed to wrap around a man… all spun together into the nubile, bouncy sort of flesh that seemed almost too sexual for her adoring smile and bright eyes.

Right now, though, she was not smiling. Right now, one of her foremost reasons for smiling, her boyfriend John, was instead causing her to frown. She had checked his phone before she left on a family outing to the museum, and been shocked to discover pictures. Nude pictures. An extensive collection of them, and none of them her, and with the kind of salacious text that made it clear this wasn’t the artistic kind of nudity.

While still in a state of shock over this, Emma had resolved herself to go to the museum and pretend everything was fine and see if she could be distracted from current events before she came up with a plan to break up with John, or get revenge on him, or win him back from whatever side chick had seduced him. And before she decided whether to break up with him, get revenge on him, or win him back from whatever side chick had seduced him.

So no one could blame her for, as she was listlessly guided through the museum, deciding to lean against the nearest surface, the whole ordeal having made her feel quite tired.

The nearest surface, though, turned out to be an exhibit, and the moment she put her weight on it, the entire podium tipped over, glass smashing on the tile floor. Emma had a vague impression of a lamp before that, too, shattered. An alarm sounded and Emma was just wondering if this was what having a panic attack was like when it stopped.

The alarm.

The other museum-goers.

Time itself.

Where the lamp had been, there now stood a woman. She was totally naked, her eyes bright green, set in a beautiful face with a pug nose and slender, intriguing lips. Her thick hair was wet, as was the rest of her, dripping with a dewy layer of moisture, almost like she’d been oiled up. Thus her hair, both on her head and elsewhere, was much darker than it would have been dried—Emma thought she might’ve been a blonde. She had broad shoulders for a woman, but they matched her powerful body. Along the soft curves of her muscles, there were shapely breasts, a flat belly, and a glossy jewel of a navel.

And, dangling between her legs, was quite possibly the biggest cock Emma had ever seen. Even in movies. Even on Spartacus!

“I am the genie of the lamp,” the wet, naked woman announced. “You may call me Raven, and you may have four wishes for freeing me.”

“Four wishes?” Emma asked.

“Inflation, what can I say? Now what do you wish of me, my mistress?”

Emma was still a bit shocked, and naturally prone to testing Raven’s claim. “I wish I wouldn’t get in trouble for this!”

“Done.”

Abruptly, time resumed. Only now the alarm wasn’t ringing. The podium stood, just as it once had, the glass case intact, and the lamp undamaged inside the exhibit.

Emma looked around her to see that Raven was still there, only now dressed in a very coif business suit. Although Emma wouldn’t have seen it unless she’d known what she was looking for, the bulge of her cock was unmistakable.

“What?” Raven asked. “All genies have them.”

“Sure,” Emma said, having made the quick decision to just go with it. “I was just thinking how it would drive my cheating asshole boyfriend crazy if he picked up a chick and she had one of those.”

“Then is that your second wish?”

“No, no!” Emma said quickly. “I have a much better idea…”

***

“Where you going, baby?” John asked

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