I Did It All For You
Story by GWTCN
After reading so many fantastic stories on this site, I thought I might give one of my own a shot. I do need to point out that this is my first attempt at writing erotica, and as a result of that, it may take a while for me to get the hang of it. Don't be surprised if it takes a few chapters for the sexual side of the story to properly begin, but since I'm easing into this, I figured I might as well focus a bit more on the plot and world, so that I don't just dive into the deep end immediately; I'd rather start in the shallow end and slowly wade in.
I've got no idea what this story will develop into, as when I write I tend to just make it up as I go along, since I'm a far better improviser than I am a planner. That's more literal than it sounds; I formed an improv group in my home town. On that topic, this will most likely also have a few comedic elements that some of you may not be used to in your futanari stories. Again, I'd rather adapt what I know how to write into a futanari format rather than immediately start something I've got no experience with.
Individual chapters will contain their own tags, as is the custom around here. Disclaimers aside, let's get stuck into this.
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I Did It All For You
Kevin Grangier died. Then, the fun began.
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1 week earlier, Rosemary Anderson was nervously walking through the campus of the San Francisco State University, darting her eyes around at everyone who walked past her, trying to deduce if any of them had discovered her shameful secret. At first glance, she appeared to be just a regular woman, nothing in particular about her outward appearance that would scream 'FREAK!' at terrified onlookers. But, she had a terrible, terrible secret. And, considering the type of website this is being posted on, you've probably already guessed what that secret was. Everybody on three. One, two, three: she was a futanari. Congratulations.
Rosemary had managed to make it through all of high school without anyone discovering her extra parts. Part of this was because she was an extremely late bloomer. You couldn't tell by looking at her now, but just a little over 6 months ago, you would swear puberty had never even touched her. But, halfway through her senior year, over the course of a few months, she shot up a foot and a half to the respectable height of 5'10''. Not only had puberty been extremely late and fast, but also rather kind. Not only was her skin clear, but her hair had thickened and its pigment adjusted slightly, becoming an almond-color. She wasn't supermodel-thin, but she wasn't overweight either, the kind of body you'd expect from someone who ate their vegetables and yet also hated exercising, instead choosing to binge-watch Doctor Who for the fourth time. Puberty had even been kind to her breasts, plumping out until they ended up a respectable C-cup, a 32-C to be exact. They were firm enough to warrant the lack of a bra on those days when she stayed inside, not exercising.
The real problem came soon after high school ended. Rosemary had assumed that puberty had come and gone; passed her by having treated her exceptionally well. That's when she started gaining inches on her penis. She'd always had one, ever since she was born. But during her growth spurt in high school, her dick had stayed mercifully short, staying at around 5 1/2 inches long when fully erect. Unfortunately for her, when the second wave of puberty hit, she gained inch after inch, day after day. 2 weeks after high school wrapped up, she measured in at 11 inches at her peak, and she still wasn't finished growing. Not to mention her testicles, which previously resembled grapes, now look more like jumbo eggs. Now, during her college open day, she was 11 inches flaccid. At her longest, she measured in at a little over 2 feet in length, and 6 inches around. It was long, but not thick enough so that she couldn't insert it into anything. Her balls had also plumped out significantly, and resembled large oranges at their emptiest. Rosemary didn't yet know what their maximum volume was, and was somewhat apprehensive about finding out.
Of course, when these changes first began, Rosemary and her parents visited their doctor, something Rosemary wasn't particularly keen on, but was eager enough to figure out what was going on that she didn't mind exposing herself to Dr. Weissman. After the good doctor had run a few tests over the course of a couple of weeks, she had determined that Rosemary was suffering from some form of hypertrophy, and the delayed growth was a result of a late surge of testosterone flooding her system as soon as her body worked out how to manufacture it. Of course, Dr. Weissman couldn't learn everything about Rosemary's condition, as f
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