Replication and the Single Futa
Story by cuteycindyhoney
(Science fiction, Masturbation, selfcest, oral, vaginal, futa on futa, excessive cum, water-sports, two futa on a confused alien being, Un-taggable weirdness, Impregnation)
When a young scientist accepts a job from a mysterious benefactor, her life doesn't just enter The Twilight Zone, it comes out on the other side! The futanari that never went out on a date, suddenly has a partner of like mind, and body! Just as Sam is getting used to talking to herself, her benefactor reveals herself to be someone quite out of this world!
In this story, I crossed the boundaries of science and common sense, to ask the burning question...
Is it just masturbation, if you are suddenly beside yourself with lust?
Reader comments will help me decide if there should be a part two!
Replication and the Single Futa 01
Replication and the Single Futa
part 01
By Honey Moon
Young and nerdy doctor Samantha, Sam, Anderson was working rather late. The twenty eight year old scientist had her long but frazzled red hair tied back with a rubber band as she leaned half way into the strange device she was studying.
It had taken her nearly a month just to figure out how to open the access panel and get into the thing's inner workings. This was no refection on Sam's intelligence. The Device (you could hear the capital D) as her boss called it, was undoubtedly of alien origin Sam had to invent and forge new tools before she discovered the proper opening sequence.
When Sam was approached, she was intrigued. From the photographs she was presented, she had no doubt that she was being given an offer she couldn't refuse. Her new employer stated succinctly what the group she represented expected of Sam. She was to learn the secrets of the Device, with the ultimate goal of affecting repairs to it. No questions of the Device's origins were given or welcomed.
Sam, with no living relatives, and no close friends, suspected she knew her fate if she didn't come up with results. Her employer's unknown backers would most likely eliminate her, and try again with some other strapped for cash unknown genius.
She was also sure of what made her new employer choose her. If some disaster resulted from tampering with the Device, she wouldn't be missed if it proved fatal. Sam wasn't particularly brave, but the chance to study a piece of alien technology was well worth the risk of sudden, and possibly painful death! She had gladly signed the nondisclosure agreement.
Why wouldn't she? By the terms of the contract. Sam had spent six months overseeing the building of a complete lab complex in the desert outside of Las Vegas. She even had some specialized equipment from her own basement laboratory flown in from Newark New Jersey. Sam was going to make the best of this Golden Goose, before it, and her own goose, was cooked!
She wriggled back out of the cavity she had opened in the large cube. Putting her hands to her hips, Sam arched her back. The five foot eight woman let out a sigh of satisfaction. She rolled her neck to loosen up, and sort of thrust out her chest. She never would have done that if she wasn't alone.
Sam was horrified at what a laughing mother nature had gifted her with. Why the hell did she have to lug big stupid DD boobs around all day? It embarrassed her the way men stared at them.
“Fuck you, mother nature.” Sam muttered as she sort of adjusted herself in her ratty old sweat pants.
Sometimes she thought she should have studied biology. The 'wet' sciences were outside of her expertise. Maybe if she were a biologist, she would know exactly why she was born with a God Damn Huge Dick!
Sam was a loner by nature, and she blamed her penis. Growing up a prodigy was embarrassing enough. She didn't dare let anyone discover her dual nature as well!
Because of her sausage, as she mentally thought of the stupid thing, Sam had never been on a date. What boy would want a girlfriend like her? She was no expert on the matter, but was certain that no man could ignore a fourteen inch cock sticking out over a girl's vagina. Let's not forget balls like twin lemons in a sack! In the dice game of life, Sam thought her DNA had come up craps!
Sam wasn't sure if the term counted for someone like her, but thought that she was probably bisexual. What difference did it really make? If she asked out a girl, and her thing was discovered, it would be too humiliating to even think about! Being alone was the safest choice.
It was galling to always have to wear loose and baggy old sweatpants though. Even when flaccid, the thing hung down by her knee. Her right knee. For some reason it felt more comfortable to stuff the organ down her right pant leg. Maybe it was because she was right handed. Who knew?
When erect, she could hardly get any work done at all. Sam blamed the diverted blood flow for shorting her brain of oxygen. When the thing was hard, all she could think about was naked girls!
“Oh hell!
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