Magic Touch m/f (futa in future chapters)

I've been working on this for a while, mostly in the conceptual stages, I'm looking for somewhere to go, this story will include MC, M/F, M/F/F, Futa/F, Futa/F/F, F/F, AR, SW, Mast. ...at least for starters.

Katharine pulled the blankets over her head and tried to ignore the ringing cellphone on her bedside table. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to go back to sleep, but it wouldn't stop. With a sigh, she flipped back the covers and reached for the device.

“Hello?” she mumbled into the phone.

“Katharine?” it was Eric, “where are you? You said you'd pick me up at eleven, what's going on?”

Uh oh, she looked at the clock, three pm? Katharine thought for a few moments, then groaned into the phone “Unh, sorry, I woke up, but I was too sick, I'm so sorry” Please buy it, please, please,please.

“Damn it, Kitty, when you're not going to make it, just call me and tell me so I can get someone else to pick me up. Can you come get me now? I'm at the library”

“Don't call me that. I' can make it in half an hour” Katharine hit End Call and dragged herself out of bed. She walked into the kitchen and got a soda out of the refrigerator. She sat on the sofa and cleared empty cans off the coffee table. She flipped on the television with the remote, just while I drink this, then I go get him.

As the credits rolled Katharine looked out the window at the street lamps as they flicked on. Her stomach growled and she got up to microwave some dinner. Her apartment was a mess, I don't want to clean this up, I'll get Eric to do it... SHIT, I didn't pick him up. She glanced at the clock and winced at the time. 10:57. Well it's too late, he'll have walked home by now. She sat down and frowned, I'll have to be extra-nice now if I want him to clean up my apartment now. As she ate her dinner she flipped through the channels for another movie to watch. She watched the first half of a movie until midnight. She looked for the remoteand then jumped as the flickered and went out. They came on a minute later, but she had decided to go to bed.

The next morning after she got out of the shower Katharine looked at her body in the mirror and sighed. Fat face, fat tummy, fat thighs, fat butt. She stared and put her hands under her breasts and pushed the sagging breasts up and wished for the millionth time she had a nicer physique. She thought for a moment and pulled on an old pair of grey sweat pants and an green t-shirt. The sun blinded her as she drove