Terra

This story is a composite of a couple of different things I have thought about regarding futanari stories, I know the majority of writers here deal mostly in natural futa, that is born as one, or magical means. This is more of a sci-fi kinda story, so if it’s not your thing you might want to mosey on by.

Under 18? Get out. Illegal in your area of the country? Try Alt+F4. Don’t want to read it, ditto. This is copyright me, so don’t call it yours. Feedback can be left here. I created all the characters, they are all fictional, and any relevance to anyone living or dead, is incidental

BTW there is plenty of different portions which have been reused by numerous science fiction shows movies and books, including nanotechnology, rapid pregnancy, and various scientific mumbo jumbo, which I will try to keep to a minimum. (Bounce a graviton particle beam off the main deflector dish…)

This story contains futa(up to 4)/f, futa/futa, impregnation, incest(kinda), nanobots, lactation, bukkake, anal, oral, tg, and cloning. Feel free to leave if it’s not your thing.

Oh and I like my futas with balls. Otherwise, where does the white goodness come from? If you don’t like it, ignore it I guess. You’ve been warned. First two chapters set up the storyline and the action doesn’t begin til the third chapter.

Chapter 1

Let’s Get the Backstory Done First

Professor Thomas prepared the solution carefully. Even wearing his protective biohazard suit, he had little margin for error. Although the specially made biohazard suit had been created by his colleague Yoshi he always held a distrust for any technology which hadn’t been created by him. Or at least improved by him, and there were hundreds, closing in on thousands of patents which held his name.

But this, this was special. He had felt strange, almost godlike in creating this. Sure, he had created technology more powerful, had even cured the world of it’s hunger, thirst, even creating unheard of vaccines and ending the world’s STD problems. But this, this was the power to change humanity on it’s molecular level.

It hadn’t started like this. He had been invited by a government official, as he had been a dozen times before, to a private lunch. Usually it was a senator or senior official, trying to bankroll a project of his by using his n