Camp Futanari

The bus jolted Jaycee awake. She snorted grumpily and looked around, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with her fingertips. They’d left the highway and were on a gravel road, kicking up a cloud of sand and dust as they trundled through a bushy evergreen forest.

When she’d boarded the charter bus at four thirty that morning, Jaycee had been the only passenger. She’d stayed awake for the first forty minutes or so, watching the nighttime lights of the highway go by overhead, but had fallen asleep before the bus made its next pickup. Now the seats were packed with girls, chatting with each other, reading, or trying to sleep like Jaycee had been. Overhead, the built-in TV monitors were playing Meatballs but with the sound turned down so low the soundtrack was only audible as a tinny whisper behind the din of conversation and the rumbling road.

She took a moment to absorb the sight of all the girls around her. The bus was packed. Every available seat had been taken up, and someone had even removed her knapsack from the seat next to her to make room. A red haired girl in a flannel shirt and jeans who was snacking on a mixture of potato chips and pretzel sticks from a Ziploc bag.

“Oh, you’re awake,” said the redhead, noticing Jaycee. The girl had a sort of sleepy look to her. Sleepy or spaced-out, Jaycee couldn’t decide for sure. She had a longish face framed by the curtains of her auburn hair, freckled liberally across her cheeks and the bridge of her large nose.

“You were snoring pretty loud,” the girl continued, chewing with her mouth open. She never took her eyes off of Jaycee, and rarely seemed to blink.

“Oh, sorry,” Jaycee grunted, sitting up in her seat and stretching. She looked around.

“Did you see what happened to my knapsack?” Jaycee asked.

“Uh huh,” the girl answered.

Jaycee waited for a few seconds in silence until it became obvious she wasn’t going to get the rest of the answer.

“Where is it?” asked Jaycee, trying not to let exasperation creep into her voice.

“It’s up in the overhead with the other bags,” the girl answered through a mouthful of potato chip.

Jaycee stood up and leaned out over the other girl, craning her neck until she spotted the familiar green and tan of her backpack and sleeping bag.

“You know it’s kind of rude to leave your bag on the seat when the bus is crowded,” said the girl as Jaycee sat back down.

Jaycee frowned.

“It wasn’t crowded when I got on,” she answered.

The other girl didn’t say anything. She still hadn’t taken her eyes off Jaycee for a second. After a few seconds she popped another chip in her mouth. Chew chew chew.

Jaycee drew her feet up onto the seat and leaned her head on the window to look outside.

“So are you a futa?” asked the girl.

“Well… yeah,” answered Jaycee, a little taken aback by the question. “Aren’t you? This is the bus to Futa Camp.”

“I figured you were,” the girl responded, “but you’ve been asleep this whole time so I wasn’t sure. You might have been meaning to go somewhere else and slept past your stop. You’d have been pretty shocked to end up at Camp Futanari if you weren’t a futa yourself.”

Jaycee considered this.

“This is a charter bus…” she said, slowly.

The other girl shrugged.

“So how big is your dick?” the girl asked, crunching down another potato chip like it was the most normal question in the world.

“Excuse me?” Jayce asked, a little shocked. She felt her face getting warm. “That’s kind of personal.”

“Sorry,” the girl responded, her expression placid and unchanging. After a few seconds she added “you don’t need to be shy if it’s small.”

“It’s not small!” Jaycee retorted, sitting back up in her seat.

“So it’s big?”

“It’s n- It’s none of your business!” Jaycee’s face was very hot now.

She was used to people being curious. Questions about your junk were just something you dealt with when you were a futa, but somehow this girl made the question feel… awkward. She was very aware of the bulge of her dick tucked down her left pantleg, and crossed her legs so that the other girl couldn’t see it.

The other girl didn’t say anything. She just bobbed her head in understanding and started looking around at nothing in particular before settling on the movie playing on the overhead screens.

After a few minutes of silence, Jaycee began to feel guilty for telling her off. Except for a girl in the senior class that Jaycee had known as a freshman,

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