Cinderella (transformation, futa-on-everybody)

Uhhh...This is a pretty long story. I wrote it while I was stuck in the hospital and you would think with all that Jell-O they make, someone would throw a little tequila in there. I call it "Cinderella" for reasons that will become immediately obvious in the first few chapters. It contains a lot of futa-on-everybody, being the equal opportunity pornographer that I am. In fact, the story kind of revolves around a futa/female romance, so if that's your thing...but there is the other kind, too. You should be aware of that before jumping in with both feet and a snorkel. What else do I want to say? It is what it is, right?

Codes: Futa/Female, Futa/Male, M/F, Transformation, Romance, Oral, Anal, Mast, Fantasy, Bro/Sis Incest, Violence, Spies, Supermodels,the Mafia, and offshore bank accounts

Synopsis: When Robert discovers the truth about his faithless wife, he contemplates a variety of desperate options, but none of them involve a successful career as one of the world's top fashion models.

Cinderella

by Rachael Ross

Book One

In which Robert discovers the truth about his wife, meets his Fairy Godmother,

and has a wish come true that he didn't even know he'd made.

Chapter One

"I wish I had better news," Gloria said. She was short and plump and her brown eyes were sincere. That was the worst part maybe, she really did wish she had something else to tell me.

"Yeah." I looked down, turning my glass slowly. We were in a corner bar called Jonah's and I should have been on a train home from work, but I wasn't.

"The guy calls himself 'Bad Daddy' around town, but his real name is Clyde Jefferson. He did some time for a carjacking when he was eighteen." Gloria had a little notebook, but she wasn't looking at it. "Far as I can tell, she met him at the shelter a few months back, doing some kind of community service…"

"Clothing drive," I remembered. Belinda wasn't real big on charity as a general rule.

"Clothing drive?" Gloria looked at me and shrugged. "Anyway, after that he's been a regular."

"So…What?" I looked up at her. "You have evidence? Pictures or something?"

"Pictures," Gloria agreed. "They're not pretty."

"Okay," I nodded.

The woman opened a soft leather satchel, old and worn, and pulled out a large brown envelope. She put it on the table, sliding it towards me with her palm flat across it, drumming her fingers for a moment while I stared at it.

"You don't have to look," Gloria lied, both of us knowing I did.

"Yeah, I know." I pulled it out from under her hand and there were a dozen photos inside. Maybe more.

My young and attractive wife in bed with a large and rough looking black man. He had tattoos and close cropped hair and a hard face. A hard body too, big and muscular. There he was pushing his black cock in