A Thanksgiving Stuffing (original, futa on female, gangbang, hyper sizes, etc.)

Story by MisterretsiM

Hello all! A slightly late Thanksgiving story here for you! A nice little futanari gangbang one shot. Hope you all like it!

Of course, comments and feedback are always appreciated! You know I love hearing from you folks.

Contains: futa on female, gangbang, hyper sizes, cum inflation, some bdsm elements etc.

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A Thanksgiving Stuffing The whirring of a fan blade was the only sound being made in the nearly pitch black room. There were no lights on to speak of, and even the moon’s illuminating glow could not pierce the thick curtains that covered the only window. No glimmer of light showed through the cracks of either of the closed doors in the room, indicating that the rest of the house was in a similar state of darkness. Only in the middle of the room, where one could presume the bed lie, was there any light at all, and it came from a small rectangular device.

Lying on this bed, whose own dark-colored sheets helped it camouflage into the darkness, was a single person. The person, a woman, lay on top of the sheets, scrolling aimlessly through her phone. Only her face could be seen: tanned skin that covered a small button nose, high cheekbones, and pink pouty lips. A single strand of straight, brown hair rested between the woman’s large eyes of the same color. Her thin eyebrows raised as a notification popped up on her phone; finally something was happening.

She tapped on the pop-up with a single red nail, which opened up an accompanying app on her phone. It was a dating app. The message didn’t stand out at all, and neither did the guy in the picture; both were equally plain. She got her fair amount of hits, but none were of the kind of person she was looking for. Contemplating even writing back at all, the woman decided against it. Closing the app in frustration, she held the phone to her chest and sighed. It had been an incredibly dry couple of months.

Well, it had been dry in a sense. The woman had downloaded quite a few different dating apps, ranging from your typical hook-up sites to ones that catered to more extreme fetishes. See, she had tried dating men, and she had tried dating women, but neither satisfied her. Cis, trans, whatever - it didn’t matter; the brunette always found herself wanting more. So, she had sought out the last sex she hadn’t been with yet: the elusive futanari. Everyone had heard about them: they looked like women but had a vagina and male genitals. Not only only that, but they were supposed to be hung like horses - at least that's what the rumors said. The problem was, is they were incredibly rare, and finding one was like finding a unicorn.

The woman’s phone buzzed against her chest. Groaning in annoyance, she lifted the phone up to her face. As her eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness, they lit up at what they saw: a message on her fetish account. These always seemed to be rarer for the girl, but they always got her hopes up. Opening the message, she scanned the message and the profile. It was from someone named “YourDreamFuta” and the message was a simple greeting. The woman almost closed the message automatically - a lot of people wanted to roleplay as a futa, and because her profile was set to looking for one, they would message her in hopes of a steamy messaging session. However, before she closed the message she noticed something: a blue star was next to the username, something she had only heard about. Someone with a blue star meant that they were a confirmed, confirmed by the site moderators at least, true futa. Holy shit.

Heart beating in her chest like a drum, the woman clicked on this mysterious futa’s profile. It was pretty barebones, only a profile picture and a few sparsely answered questions. The picture was just of the futanari’s face - a smiling, young blonde face stared back at her, showing a row of pearly-white teeth and sparkling blue eyes. Besides that, she was fairly unremarkable. The thing that grabbed the woman’s attention was that the futanari was only in the next city over, which was less than an hour drive. With shaking hands, the brunette opened up the message and typed back. She couldn’t believe it was finally happening.

BustyBrunette8: Hi!

YourDreamFuta: oh good I’m glad you replied

YourDreamFuta: I saw you were interested in futa?

BustyBrunette8: I am! You’re the first I’ve actually talked to lol

The woman cringed at this reply. Too eager. She needed to be more coy, more h

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