Futanari Family (FF, Mother/Daughter, Incest)

Story by gaprevot

The package was marked Linda Thiel. A yellow envelope, 9 x 12 and lined with bubble wrap. When I tore it open, I found two white bottles. I shook each one. They didn’t sound full, maybe half full. I turned them over to read the label. One had my mother’s name, Linda. The other had mine, Casey.

There was just the label with our names. The rest of the bottle was blank.

I remembered the doctor that had actually signed the final paperwork and assigned us to this test. It had been after the third medical screening and examination. I was lying on an examination table, my legs spread, I had just finished masturbating and the doctor was examining my vulva and clit with gloved hands. “You do understand what the drug will do?” She had asked, picking up a long swab and inserting it into my vagina. “The side effects are still being determined,” she had said. “We can’t tell you what the drug will do to you.”

Mom almost hadn’t signed. Examinations done, we had sat in front of a lawyer with a briefcase full of paperwork for almost an hour. There were more waivers than there were warnings. The pill could kill us and they wouldn’t be liable.

We had talked about it for days. The idea of working for a pharmaceutical company was one thing, but genetic modification? The idea had stopped both us in our tracks. I had been the first one to call the idea crazy. But we had needed the money more.

When mom had read that part of the experiment was to determine the side effects themselves, she almost walked away. “You mean to tell me, this is going to transform our bodies, but you don’t know what else it’s going to do?” She had asked. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“Simply,” the lawyer had looked over the top of his glasses, “it means you can’t fucking sue us.”

The meeting had ended with two checks, one to each of us, for two thousand dollars. The downpayment on the rental of our bodies for science.

Now the pills were here.

I took them inside and texted mom. They’re here.

The response came back quick.

Send Steph to Addison’s house for the night.

Walking up the stairs, I got a message from Kate. Whatcha doing tonight?

Plans with mom. I texted back.

When I got to Steph’s door, I considered knocking but then decided not to. Big sister’s prerogative, right? I walked right in.

Steph was sitting on the bed with her legs crossed in a little sundress. She had her head phone’s on and was staring down at her phone. Her bare feet and painted toes moved back and forth to music I couldn’t hear.

“Hey,” I yelled.

I waved my arms until she looked up

“What?” She pulled one headphone away from her ear.

“Mom said you have to stay at Addison’s tonight.” I said.

It worked just like mom had thought it would. Steph didn’t even ask why. She just hopped off the bed, grabbed a bag, and started stuffing clothes into it.

In half an hour, Addison’s mom had appeared in the driveway to pick Steph up. She ran down the stairs, her flip-flops slapped her heel after every step. “Bye,” she yelled as she ran out the door. And then she was gone for the night.

I went back to the dining room and sat down. My stomach hurt. Stress always makes my stomach hurt. The bottles stared up at me. The white bottles looked so stark, so plain, like they could have come from anywhere, been anything.

I stood up. I couldn’t sit still, I had to move. I had to walk around. I was so anxious. What were we doing? We needed the money, but this was too far, right?

Walking up the stairs and into the bathroom, I closed the door so I could see myself in the long mirror. I looked at myself. Standing there in denim shorts and a little camisole, I wondered what I was going to look like after the drug.

I pulled my shirt over my head and unclasped my bra. After a few good scratches where the strap had been, I ran my hands over my breasts. I’m not one of those people that looks in the mirror a lot. I don’t normally think about my body, but things were about to change and I kind of wanted to memorize what I looked like before all this.

I run track and field at school, so I was never gifted with large breasts and lots of curves. I’m more like a tomboy, but I do have B cups, probably the biggest tits on the whole team. Dad used to say I needed to eat more or I was going to be gangly.

I unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall to my ankles. Turning my hip, I looked at my shape. The green fabric of my

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