Mary's Monster, Story/character concepts

Okay, I know I haven't posted in a bit but RL is driving me a bit nutz. Anyways I've been kicking around some future character concepts and stories and one of them is the title character Mary. The character tackles a more real life kind of near futa that lurks about under our noses at times and some of the issues present there. So I put together the opening few pages to see if I could get a feel for her and see if she can float as a viable character for a larger work of say 100 plus pages. So don't be afraid, if ya like it gimme a shout. :D

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Mary’s Monster

"Philaenis" not only enjoys "rubbing" and cunnilingus; she penetrates women with an artificial phallus (olisbos) or her own enlarged clitoris, "fiercer than a husband stiff with lust." – Martial c. 89 A.D.

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Mary sat on the edge of her cushy bed her head hung low. She had finished her shower a few minutes ago and had toweled dry. As she concluded this menial chore though she had noticed the subtle changes in her young body that most girls growing up deal with…and another most didn’t. The fact was Mary just wanted to be like any other girl. The sudden changes that happened after she had turned fourteen last year were just getting more and more pronounced…and frankly some of them bothered her deeply.

She had heard all of the gross stories from her older sister Lisa who was five years older than her. So to some degree she expected the majority of things she experienced. The one thing that she didn’t expect was practically staring up at her from the edge of her bed. Her posters of Mia Hamm and Brandi Chastain on the wall opposite her bed were the only other witnesses to what Mary herself sat gazing at.

Mary knew why it bounced merrily on the soft comforter between her legs. She was so sexually frustrated at the moment she could just scream. She had been dumped for the third time during the two years she had been in high school already. Everything was fine until the big moment…the moment she just wanted to get into. To experience for once in her life, but as soon as things got going the next thing she knew she was dumped right on the spot. All because of this…this thing…this thing between her thighs.

Mary sighed. She shook her head and just went back to brushing out her long chestnut brown hair at her small white vanity next to her bed with its white painted head and foot boards. As she looked in the vanities mirror she wondered, ‘Why me?’ She contemplated if she was becoming a hermaphrodite, or if she was actually a boy all along…but it didn’t make any sense. She was never overly hairy except for the hair on her head, and her breasts had grown to what she felt were almost embarrassing size in the past year. She had changed bra sizes almost a half dozen times in go