Life After: New Fresh Scent! Chapter 9! 11-14-24

Story by nobodyinparticular

EDIT: Freshly revised and formatted for the new (stupid, awful, impossible to work with) post editor! Better re-read everything, I probably deleted something that made the story work for you.

Have something I wrote.

When writing about the inherently fantastical, like futanari, there seems to be a tendency to make the universe being written about just as fantastical - via mind controlling hormones, or unplausibly accepting characters, etc. Whatever the means and purpose, it feels like a lot of this is purposely designed to avoid problems that would come up if a futanari showed up in our world. Personally, I find those very problems fascinating to explore.

This story was born from a desire to have a combination of good, quality smut and the complications that a girl becoming a futa would face in daily life - what being a hyper sexual, overly endowed new conception of gender would mean in our own reality, not a deus ex machina structured around a new gender paradigm or completely accepting society, friends, lovers, etc. Hopefully everyone will like it!

Criticism is welcome.

Disclaimer: I am male, so I can only go on secondhand descriptions and information/guesswork about female stuff. If I'm way off the mark I would appreciate advice from people who actually have vaginas on how I can be more accurate.

Like so many weird things in life, it started with a Taxi ride. Although I suppose usually that comes after the weird bits, and a drunken mess of a night, and a one night stand…

Whatever.

The point is, all it took was a collective dumpster fire of bad luck and coincidence in a single moment to make my life much more difficult, even today.

*Sigh.* I guess I'll start at the beginning, about 6 months ago. My name is Jessica. It shouldn’t matter, but since my body is such a big part of this story (heck, most of it, I guess), I'm 24, and about 4'11" on a good day. I… was quite bottom heavy, but in the end built like the proverbial brick house – 28D-24-38, and an inseam of 28, and only a slight belly at 110lbs. Which made finding pants and bras a mess of a problem, even back then. Now… well. Now things are much, much harder. Heh.

Anyway. I always had the luck of being kinda cute – I'm sure my boyfriends overestimated, but *I* always considered myself nice to look at, at least. Pale skin, big, almond shaped light blue eyes, full lips, long dark hair in loose curls, framing a heart shaped face with strong jaw line. I always felt like my face was too small for my features, and I never liked wearing makeup - but usually I got away without it.

I think I recall an ex-boyfriend telling me that I had the sex drive of a 'coked up bunny rabbit.' I assumed this was his way of comforting himself for not being able to keep up. If only he could see me now…

Right. Taxi ride.

After a late Saturday night out at a bar with my girlfriends, which had ended with me quite drunk, I had decided to grab a cab rather than bother anyone for a ride. I had just stepped out of the bar and into the late night streets to hail a cab down, when I was plowed into and knocked over by someone, and simultaneously suddenly showered in cold water.

After drunk-brain processing what had happened, I looked around to spot a small man, not more than 4" taller than me, running down the street away from me. When he glanced back about 30' away, I caught dark hair, a very nervous look, and an armful of papers, bottles, and a brown briefcase. He continued nervously on his way and disappeared around a the block

"Asshole!" I shook my head, picked myself up, and found a cab with an open door right in front of me. I guess the nervous looking guy had jumped out of it. The cabbie was looking on in apparent concern.

"Are you ok lady?" he asked in a thick, south asian accent.

"Yes, just a little wet," I said. "Could I get a ride to Berkshire and 24th?"

"Sure… but you do not look wet to me."

I looked down at the cotton knit top I was wearing. He was right. Even though I was drunk I vividly remembered being splashed. Well, whatever. Less mess for me to clean up.

So, the cabbie drove me home to my apartment just outside the city when, just after I got in the cab and for no reason I could figure out, I started to get horny. In fact, the entire

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