The Hangover

Story by jokermon

Got a new for ya'll. A little naughtier than usual. Futa on Female, nc themes (sorta).

The Hangover

A short story by jokermon

This is a piece of erotic fantasy fiction containing explicit futanari (hermaphrodite) content.

If that's not your thing, don't read it. If reading this type of material is unlawful where you reside,

Amanda came to groggily, and her first coherent thought was, why am I gagged?

She was lying atop her own bed in her own apartment, and while she felt excellent considering all the alcohol she'd consumed the night before, the fact that there was a band of black silk over her mouth, knotted somewhere around the back of her head was disconcerting.

The gag wasn't uncomfortable, nor was it terribly tight. There was something in her mouth, however, a large wad of some kind of cloth, and the gag prevented her from spitting it out. She reached up to remove it, and belatedly discovered her hands were restrained.

She stared down at herself. The shock of the leather cuffs on her wrists (linked by steel rings to a leather belt around her waist) was secondary to the fact of her blatant, creamy-white nudity. Her large, mixing-bowl breasts lolled cheerfully in the morning sunlight. Her nipples stood perky in the open air. For some reason she still had last night's open-toe high heels on, but aside from those, and her restraints, Amanda was as naked as a newborn babe. Her small blonde triangle of pubic hair caught rays from the rising sun, and its filaments shone.

She never slept in the nude. She always wore one of several pairs of tatty, comfy flannel pj's that covered her from neck to feet. She didn't even own any skimpy nighties. What is going on?

Realization hit her like a club, making her dizzy. Oh my God, Erica...the bet...

She had gone clubbing with some friends last night. They had been 'celebrating' the collapse of her two-year engagement, trying to cheer her up. The man she had almost married had revealed himself as a liar and a jerk, and she had no regrets about breaking it off; still, she had been sad about returning to the loneliness of the single life. Her friend Erica joked about calling it her 'spinsterhood' and Amanda almost slapped her. Amanda was 35, but a damn good-looking and firm 35, thank you very much. Erica's humor was sometimes a little too close to the edge.

Like when she made that bet last night: wagering that Amanda didn't have the nerve to try picking up that gorgeous male model drinking at the bar.

Amanda was drunk enough to accept, but not quite drunk enough to win. She chickened out within six feet of her quarry. The bet only required that she try, but even with her inhibitions thinned by booze her dread of rejection was too strong. She walked shamefaced back to their table, to Erica's triumphant crowing. It almost ruined her evening, but her other friends pulled her out of it.

She had forgotten the terms of the bet, and her fuzzy morning-after mind tried to recall them. If she chickened out (which she had) Erica would set her up with one of her weird friends, someone Amanda had never met. Someone gorgeous, Erica explained, but one who was even more sex-deprived than Amanda. “And you totally have to give it up, honey, okay? That's the bet.”

To her horror, Amanda remembered her giggly, slurred acceptance, and realized that Erica had made good on her end. The harness belt that pinned her hands to her sides was Erica's. She recalled it from one of Erica’s parties; she’d pulled it out for a laugh.

She heard footsteps and her bedroom door opened.

Oddly, the first thing Amanda noticed about the naked person who walked in was her eyes. They were wide, clear as ice, and the oddest shade of green Amanda had ever seen, almost a true turquoise. They were intelligent and hypnotic. The woman froze at the sight of Amanda, and those strange eyes widened. They drank her in, and filled with a joy so profound that even in her gagged and restrained posture, Amanda was quite taken aback.

The woman moved closer, and some anonymous synapse in Amanda's brain urgently flagged her attention elsewhere. An anomaly had been detected. She wrenched her gaze down from those beautiful eyes, past a generous pair of breasts nearly as large as Amanda's own (with erect, excited nipples), a slim hourglass figure not quite as exaggerated as Amanda

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