Chrysanthemum (Futanari Bondage, Breast/Penis enhancement, Lactation)

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Here’s another story in the Terraverse, this one about a decade after the events of Terra. It’s a complete side story, and one need not read it beforehand to understand what is going on, other than the fact that there are now nanobots that make some people futanari in the year 2522.

Thanks out to Basil, crudebuster, and Theromen for their help. They probably moved this story along more so than I could have explained.

This story contains bondage, orgasm denial, masturbation, condoms, medical fetish, futanari, breast enhancement, penis enhancement, anal, and lactation.

Chrysanthemum

Let me cum!

Let me cum! I want to cum already! God I just want to cum! Why won’t they let me cum? It’s not like I need to fuck anyone. No, all I want to do is wrap one hand around my cock and the other hand up my pussy and just fuck myself until I cum! God, I wouldn’t even need five minutes. Just let me put the head of my cock in my mouth and fuck myself to orgasm already!

Okay, I’m sorry I just, it’s so hard to concentrate. I wasn’t always like this. What the hell kind of thing is that to say, nobody is born strapped to a gurney aching to cum.

It’s not like I did anything wrong. I don’t deserve this punishment! I’m not some kind of rapist or pedophile or murderer. I’m not even a jaywalker! I pay my taxes and traffic bills and everything. I’m a nice person, really!

Oh god, I should start this out better, but I’m so desperate. They have me strapped to this gurney, or whatever it’s called. Oh yeah, and I’m naked too, so always looking at my tits and cock all the time don’t help. The table is plastic but has some kind of pads, with leather straps holding my hands and legs in place, away from my body. My shoulders are bound straight back, so I can’t even touch my cock. It’s only inches away from my face, all the way past my breasts. I can even feel my hot, steamy breath on it! I just wanna cu-u-um!

Okay, okay, just, I’m going to try the breathing exercises they showed me. It