The American Futanari

]This is my first story for Futanari Palace. The story is about a man and his wife who is transformed into Futanari. It was written as a short story but has grown to a full size novel of over 50,000 words.This story is not all about fucking, it will hopefully convey very real characters and at least plausible situations, although taking into account that this about Futanari at the home of Futanari, so there will be some liberties taken, have no fear. Future stories will contain other situations containing these two characters and other futanari as well.

WARNING: Read the tags. Not all tags apply to all stories though.

I wll be keeping ALL of my stories in this thread rather than spreading them out. The first story will be in this first post. I have all chapters for this story finished. It is complete. Thank you for reading and enjoy, I know I did, that is why I am writing this.

The American Futanari: In the Beginning - (Futa/male, Futa/female, Lactation, Female/Male, Mind Control, Non-consensual, BDSM, Transformation, Violence)

The American Futanari:In The Beginning - Prologue

Sometimes it still feels a little odd, but not any less arousing, lying in bed with my wife Shari spooning behind me. As she lies against me, I revel in the feeling of the warmth and the smoothness of her skin against mine. At one time it would have been her soft breasts against my shoulder blades, the length of her belly against my back, and if I was lying just right, I would have the soft silk of her pubic hair against my lower back. While that was wonderful enough, what I feel now are her breasts covering most of my upper back with her nipples leaving two slightly wet marks from milk. Against my lower back is the underside of her slowly gathering hard-on, her two augmented testicles also beginning to contract. Although she wakes up with a morning hard-on often, I am not usually aware of her nighttime erections. I know that sometimes she wakes up because of wet dreams and has caught herself just cumming. Sometimes she makes it to the bathroom and finishes there, but right now she definitely getting aroused; and the feeling of her against me is making my own cock harden. I turn over to face her, and I can see she is still fast asleep in the grips of a probably very erotic dream.

I consider for a minute or so what to do. Do I wake her up and really go for it, or do I wait and do nothing, leaving her to her dream. I wanted to leave her sleeping, but after a few minutes of consideration, I figured that no, I paid a very large sum of money, and she endured extensive modifications to her basic DNA make-up and more than mild discomfort from surgery, pleasing both her and me, to ge