A Jock in the Machine (futa/male mostly, tags by chapter)

Story by ProdigalCookie

Hi there, Long time lurker/reader here. I've had a great time reading lots of stories here over the years and finally managed to get inspired enough to try my hand at writing one of my own. I'll be tagging individual chapters separately as the plan is to have quite a diverging storyline. Anyhow, all comments and criticism is much appreciated.

Disclaimer

The story will feature heavy futa on male segments, as well as rather huge endowments. If this isn't your forte, you'd probably not like the story much.

There will also be some touchier subjects discussed at times, such as depression and sexual abuse. I will be mentioning these in the chapter tags to make sure people are aware of what to expect.

Character Artworks:

So, one of my all time favorite futa artists, Rook, decided to use some of his free time to draw a sketch of Cassie even without me commissioning one, only because he liked the story and the character. I'm incredibly grateful to him, and since he said he might draw other sketches of the characters in the future, and I may even commission some from other artists myself, I thought I'd give them all a section here:

Cassie by Rook 1260994

Jane by Rook 1261088

Prologue: Guess who's back?:

Tags No real sex just yet, mostly set-up and getting to know the characters. Sensitive topics include depression, anxiety and brief mentions of sex between minors

Prologue 'Tim!'

No answer. Jessica knew her son wasn't sleeping, she could hear the sounds coming from his room. Gun sounds and the occasional swear he thought wasn't all that loud.

'He's playing those stupid games of his again, I swear that's all he-', Jessica thought under her breath. It didn't usually bother her that much that her son spent most of his free time playing games alone in his room. Well, except when she actually needed him to do something, then it bothered her a lot. 'TIM!'

The swearing upstairs stopped for a brief moment, but then started back up.

'Oh he heard that one, the Jacobses next door probably heard it.' Jessica let out an annoyed sigh. She had really hoped Tim would have come down by now, as she really didn't want to repeat their almost nightly argument that she knew the whole block was gossiping about. 'Witches, every one of them.' she muttered under her breath. 'Timothy Clair Jones, if you don't answer me this instant, I am switching the Wi-Fi off! You hear me, mister?'

The swearing once again stopped for a moment, but instead of resuming as before, it was followed by loud rustling, hurried footsteps and the sound of a door being forcefully flung open.

'WHAT!'

'Oh, so you can hear me then?'

'Yeah I can hear you, you old hag, whaddaya want that's so important?'

'Don't you speak to me like that, young man! You may be 18 but while I'm paying your bills and putting a roof over your head you'll address me with respect. Now get down here, I need you to run to the store for me!'

'It's past nine, Mom! I've got school tomorrow, gotta go to bed soon.'

'Oh, don't you give me that! You're going to stay up until half two playing whatever game you're playing this week, moan in the morning about being tired and then fall asleep in class again and get sent to detention! Now come down here this instant or the internet goes!'

She had him there. She knew it, he knew it too. Damn it, Tim muttered under his breath as he slammed the door shut. 'I'm gonna get downranked again for this stupid shit.' He dug into the pile of clothes on his bed to find a pair of pants to put on. 'Come on... shorts? Nah, too cold. Come on... Jeans? Nope, they don't got a belt on them. Ugh...' Tim grunted as he dug deeper and deeper into the pile until at last he found a pair of trousers he was satisfied with.

'TIM!' came his mother's annoying sounding voice from downstairs.

'I'm coming, I'm coming, let me put some pants on! I'm not running to the store naked!' he said as he finished getting dressed and opened up his door.

The brief silence while Tim was comign down was almost uncharacteristic for the Jones' household, especially when both Tim and Jessica were in there at the same time. If they weren't busy arguing, they were almost always trying to drown the other one out with loud TV or videogame sounds. Still, despite their constant bickering, Jessica did really love her son and she knew it was a sadly inevitable part of growing up. Lost in her thoughts, she was interrupted by Tim's annoyed grunt.

'Ahem. So what is it that's so important that I need to get from the shop at this hour?'

'Well, I need you to get- Timothy!' Jessica began telling her son what she needed, but was shocked when she turned around to see how he'd dressed. 'You can't go to the store in those pants, they're filthy!'

'Yeah, yeah, they have a stain-'

'A stain? They have nothing but

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