Jeanne's Blog Posts MK2 Electric Boogaloo

Story by crazygrof

As you might guess from the name, I've decided that I didn't like how the previous Jeanne's Blog Posts was going and have decided to rewrite it in a more coherent fashion that might actually make sense (It'd be a miracle, but we'll give it a go.) It's different enough that I'm starting a new thread just in case people still want to read the old one.

Anyway here's the first of them.

This is intended as an in story way to introduce the basic ground rules. If it's too clunky please let me know.

Prologue:

When I say the word “Futanari” I'm sure that most of you have this idea in your head of a tall, beautiful woman with a muscular body and an hour-glass figure, tits that would make basketballs jealous and a slab of meat between her legs that would put a horse to shame.

In nearly every aspect, I'm none of those things.

I'm short, barely over 5 feet tall as it happens. I'm so skinny that people have compared me to a stick, with, okay I'll admit it, decent boobs and a great shape. And the best I can hope for is to described as “plain.” But I have one single redeeming feature and it hangs between my skinny little twig legs.

Soft, it looks like a pretty average dick. Albeit resting above unmistakable slit of a vagina, it wouldn't look out of place on the vast majority of guys. Although it comes with a tiny little set of balls, they aren't much bigger than the end joint of my finger.

But when hard, that's when things change. It changes from a skinny, little wrinkly floppy thing to 14 inches of rock-hard 6 inch thick prime breeding meat, topped off with a purple head the size of a grapefruit.

And my balls, when you first see them, they're honestly pathetic, two little nubs swimming around in an extra-huge sack. But, and this is a huge but, when I start to get going they... swell. Like, alot. The people that have been in a position to notice, usually don't and with a slab of meat that wouldn't look out of place on a horse looking them in the eye, I don't blame them. Hell, it took me a while to notice and they're attached to me. But yes, they swell, and fast too. It only takes them a few minutes to go from little nubs swimming in an ocean of skin to a pair of orbs that stretch that same sack to a shiny, drum-like tightness and are each the size of my doubled-fists and have a solid density to them that makes them feel like a pair of stones suspended from my crotch.

But if you saw the mess my orgasm makes, you would understand why they're so damn heavy. They are constantly churning away, making the semen that I so enjoy sharing with women. A lot of it too, it's difficult to get precise measurements as I tend to spread it over several square meters, but I can confirm that the stuff is a dense, off-white goop that sticks to anything it touches and stinks to high-heaven. Another fun thing is that, even with the massive mess that I make, I'm ready to go with another full load within a hour at most. When I cum, anyone and everyone within a few hundred meters of me can tell almost immediately (unless it's contained in someway, say shoved into a womb for example) and the best part is? My precum does some crazy shit, but my actual cum? Its ten times more potent, anything that precum does, my cum does, except to a crazy degree.

But as spectacular my external endowments are, they don't hold a candle to my internal and invisible ones.

The first and least immediately impressive, at least until you realize what comes with it, is my precum. You see, I constantly leak it, when I'm awake, asleep, running, walking, studying or relaxing, it doesn't matter. It doesn't stop, and although a drop or two every second or so really isn't that much, it's enough that unless I take special precautions I inevitably either soak my clothing, or leave a trail of drips behind me. 

Now the next question I'm usually asked is “Oh, wise and masterful Jeanne! Why don't you wear a condom? Surely that would contain the drips and prevent a mess from being made!”

Well you see, delightful viewer, is because that's the second of those changes that aren't visible. There is something in my precum that dissolves latex and plastic and basically anything that condoms are usually made out of. It doesn't happen instantly, or even quickly. But from the time that my precum first touches the material, I'm lucky if it lasts five minutes before it just sort of... melts.

Once, as an experiment, I put a freshly unwrapped condom on the table in my dorm and let a few drops of precum hit it. Then I left it alone. It only took a few minutes before the latex just sort of turned into goo before my eyes. And that's from my precum, my cum has even more of an effect, a condom may last as much as a minute before it fails completely. Maybe. Sometimes. But usually not even that. I've even tried double and even triple wrapping. Great! That means that I can

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