Futa Future: Just Hitched!


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Welcome to the FUTA Future, where a brand new pill can give you a brand new thrill!

Rebecca has an issue. Okay, she’s actually got several. Her husband’s just admitted to an affair, for starters, and right in the middle of their rambling vacation through America’s Southwest. She does the only thing she can think to do, slamming the motel door in his face and dragging her poorly packed suitcase along the freeway and through the desert night.
Oh, and did I mention that she’s just dropped Futa and that her medically-induced ADDITION is starting to make itself VERY obvious?
When Jag the bad boy biker rolls up, he does what he can to make the situation right, even if that means teaching her how to use her brand new toy.

Warning: This 8,400 word story throbs with hot Male on Futa action and drips with BDSM and rough play. All of the participants are over the age of 18.


I left the suitcase by the car and stormed back to the hotel room, only to find that the jerk had locked that, too. Worse, there was starting to be an ache in my panties, and I thought I could detect the first stirrings of something, um, extra appearing down there.

Great. I don’t know what I should have done. I mean, I know what I did do, but I don’t know if I’d do the same thing again. I’m not unhappy with how things turned out, mind you, but I can’t say for certain that if I were clearer headed or had the benefit of hindsight or whatever that I wouldn’t have just tried to go to the hotel manager and explain the situation, or called the police, or raised such a ruckus by banging on that hotel door that someone else did me the favor of calling the cops on my behalf.

Any of those things seems like a reasonable choice, right? But the one I made felt equally reasonable, and it had the extra benefit of putting immediate distance between me and Michael and his smug little shrugs and his lust for Erin and his foolish expectations of the confession.

I went to my suitcase, grabbed it by the handle, and rolled it along behind me. And I started walking. Past the room, where I could tell that he’d already turned the TV on by the blue-gray glow behind the flimsy curtains. Past the other rooms, down the hotel’s driveway and to the Freeway, where I promptly faced south and headed off into the night.

Stupid? Yes? Fateful? Also yes.

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