Hyper trouble: Rebuild
Story by gulkanared
Hey sorry guys for necro-bumping my old post. I know it's not really something people in the community like people to do. I remember there being a big stink about it so I figured that I may want to create a new post for what is basically now a revised story that is going to be going into a different direction. I am going to do what some people are doing now too and put tags in the post itself rather than tagging the entire thing because things are going to get nuts as long as I continue on. At first this won't be as much a sex story as it will be a kind of an existence story. However, things are going to get crazy as time goes on. When I first wrote the story I kind of felt like where it was going was too crazy. I don't think I could handle it. But now that I'm a little crazier I'm sure we can manage this.
By the way I'm back on track on writing this and I'm in the process of writing a story that has a way more reigned in futanari character. I hope someone gets some enjoyment out of the story. Chapter 3 is already shaping up a lot different as I try to add more detail into the thing and try to flesh the world out a lot more.
Appreciate any feedback.
Tags for Chapter 1
Hyper, Futanari, Futanari on Male, no sex, cumming
Chapter 1
I don’t know how to really start this. There are a lot of things that have changed over the years. The world that I live in is pretty insane and while not a whole lot has changed for some people (we’re still living in capitalism unfortunately) there are a lot of changes to how things are that are pretty mind blowing. My name is Chuck Lightfoot. Well, at least as far as you know. I don’t really want to use my real name here so I’m going to replace mine with that. It’s a little bit into the future and things did end up getting a little better. They do get better! For instance, I’m assisting an absolute goddess. And it’s wonderful.
I walked into a wall again today. It’s not my fault. I was walking to one of the smaller company bathrooms on my break and she was in a meeting. Her titanic breasts jiggled despite the rigid construction of the bra I know she’s wearing under her professional business attire. I knew she saw it. She winked at me when she did it too! Fuck.
It isn’t like I haven’t seen it all before. I actually don’t really work FOR her, you see. I’m with an agency that assists people. I’m going to keep it pretty brand neutral just so no one can report me. Not that it’s hard to figure out who I am if you know who this woman I’m helping is. I spent some time becoming a nurse. It helped me get through some of the bad decisions I made in the past. But I live in this compound she’s kind of trapped in. It’s not her fault of course. She didn’t decide to capture us all. We’re all working voluntarily, and also we are well compensated for what we do! Apparently she’s personally putting some money in everyone’s coffers to ensure that. She spends a lot of effort to put on a happy face, but you can’t pretend like that all the time. When I’m helping her up out of her bed some days and she barely slept, or even after the 10th meeting of the day you can’t always pretend like everything is normal. It just isn’t possible. And with her daily struggle it hits her harder than most people sometimes. I’ve seen her mute her phone just to scream exasperatedly. Or get upset that she’s not getting off in time to get to her next meeting.
You might not know a lot about her and I forgive you for that. Not everyone saw the report about her and was completely mesmerized. When I saw that there was an opening to assist her I jumped at the opportunity. She isn’t like famous in the way that a normal celebrity is. It’s hard to lump her into TV stars of the past like people from my 600 pound life. When I asked her about doing one of those she was really against it. I don’t think she wants more attention than her body already gives her every day of her existence. People seeing every facet probably would be way too intrusive for her to deal with. I don’t feel like I even deserve being around her sometimes.
Before I got where I am now I was a fuck up. I dropped out of college during my second semester and just kind of drifted from job to job. I got into drugs for a while and just got clean and sober just a few years back. I still have to go to my court mandated Narcotics Anonymous meetings where they give you badges and shit that signify that you have spent enough time not doing these things. During that I found out I have a nack for helping people. There were a bunch of friends I made there from all walks of life, if that expression is right. I needed something to do with myself to get my mind off of drug
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