Sam's Secret (Futa/Female, Masturbation, Voyeur, Cum)

Hello there FP. Duked here. I've made some doodles in the Futanari Art section, but I've never written a story. I had this little scene in my head for MONTHS now, and I finally got around to putting it up here.

I have been shocked, SHOCKED at the lack of iCarly stuff on the internet (which, if you see any, feel free to let me know) therefore, I made this little story. I don't imagine continuing it (unless I have the time and people Clamor for it) so I'm giving it to y'all in one big chunk.

I do not own the rights to iCarly or any of their characters.

Well diary, I finally built up enough courage to tell you how it all began.

This... incident... took place a few years ago. Sam, Freddy and I had been doing iCarly back then just like we do now. You'd think after something as crazy as this, Sam and I would act different on the show, but I'm pretty proud of the fact that all this chiz hasn't really affected our ability to be zany in front of a camera. Anyway, I told myself I'd finally talk about what happened, so here goes.

Sam was always a weird duck, but we were used to her. In fact I came to expect the unexpected whenever we were hanging out. She would do some terrible thing to Freddy, she would eat everything in my fridge, she would leave a mess where ever she went, all awful behavior, but that was Sam, love her because of, or in spite of it.

I was pretty sure that I knew everything there was to know about Sam Puckett. I knew her well enough to know that on this day, something was up with her. She seemed distracted. She wasn't insulting Freddy as much, she actually said the phrase “I'm not hungry” when I offered her a snack, and she seemed almost shy. This weirdness wouldn't let up for over a week.

The week after that got even weirder. Gibby and I had been partnered up to work on a project for school, so I had to spend most of my afternoon at his house, only getting home in time to do iCarly and have dinner. Every time I got home, Sam was already there. That wasn't a big surprise: I have food in my house and Sam knows how to pick a lock. But she still had this weird shyness to her. I was thinking of confronting her about it, but Sam's never been good at interventions. I went upstairs into the studio alone and noticed a bunch of things we out of place. My favorite chair had been moved around, the towel we keep up there to clean up after our bits looked like it had already been used, and most annoying of all, my mug, the mug that I got for my birthday, the mug CLEARLY marked “Carly” had been used. Sam was sneaking in here while I was away at Gibbys. She came up here to do... Something... and used my chair and my mug. I grabbed my mug and tried to see what she was drinking, but I couldn't place the aroma. Something salty and rich... I had never really knew of any drink that smelled like that.

I was annoyed, but Sam and Freddy had walked in and it was time to start the show, so I put it out