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  Gender-Swapped Futa's Big Surprise

  The Futa Virus 46

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  Relm Jayne

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  Gender-Swapped Futa's Big Surprise

  Sizzling Excerpt from “Gender-Swapped Futa's Big Surprise”

  Other Tales of the Futa Virus

  Gender-Swapped Futa's Big Surprise

  Sizzling Excerpt from “Gender-Swapped Futa's Big Surprise”

  “What the fuck,” she gasped, her voice high-pitched. She sat up, shoulder-length, brown hair dancing about her slender shoulders. All the hard muscles of her body were gone, her flesh sleek. Her dick throbbed before her, bouncing and swaying, while that wet itch intensified.

  “No, no, no,” she groaned, her nose filling with the spicy musk of her own pheromones. And something else. Something tangy, the scent of a woman's pussy. “I can't have tits!”

  She grabbed her breasts with slender fingers. Her nails were perfect, not ragged and chewed on. Her skin was flawless. She squeezed her breasts, feeling their natural plumpness. Her nipples had tripled in size along with her areolas.

  She brushed them.

  “Holy shit,” she gasped at the intense delight shooting down to that wet heat between her thighs. She squeezed them tight and didn't feel any balls. “No fucking way.”

  She spread her legs apart. Her cock thrust even bigger than she remembered, as huge as Destinee's. She had no balls, but through her bush, she could make out the pink folds of pussy lips. She gasped, understanding why she felt so hot and sticky between her thighs.

  “I'm a fucking futa,” she moaned, one hand grabbing her dick the other cupping her pussy.

  Van stroked her engorged cock. It wasn't like Destinee's clit-dick. Van's thrust from above the folds of her pussy. Her fingers slid up, finding a little clit nestled in the folds of her pussy. She shuddered as she rubbed that sensitive spot at the same time her hand stroked up her expanded futa-cock to brush the spongy crown.

  Both burst with pleasure.

  Read on to find out what happens next!

  Other Tales of the Futa Virus

  Futa Patient Zero (The Futa Virus 1)

  Futa Enjoys Her Men (The Futa Virus 2)

  Futa Infects Her Doctor (The Futa Virus 4)

  Futa Treats Her Patients (The Futa Virus 8)

  Futa Cop's Naughty Frisk (The Futa Virus 18)

  Futa Working Girl Delight (The Futa Virus 34)

  Futas Take Over the City (The Futa Virus 41)

  Futa Cop's Naughty Duty (The Futa Virus 43)

  Gender-Swapped Futa's Big Surprise

  The Futa Virus Outbreak DAY 6

  James “Van” Stevens and his friends were getting out of Seattle.

  They were fleeing the insanity that started breaking out this morning. The friends, all sharing a loft in the Seattle, had woken to the news that the futas were taking over the city. The women with dicks fucking everywhere, pegging guys, turning them into sissies.

  “Won't catch me bending over and taking a girl's cock up my ass,” muttered Randy Taft. He was driving, a big guy with the muscles of a bodybuilder. He shook his head as they drove through the outskirts of Seattle. “Look at that guy.”

  “Shit,” muttered Evan Clarke as they passed a guy getting fucked by a futa on the street corner. He sat in the passenger seat, shaking his head. His shaggy mane of blond hair tumbled about his face. “Wouldn't catch me dropping my trousers and taking a cock up the ass. Not even from a girl.”

  “Yeah,” Van said, his asshole tingling. He remembered doing that just last night. The prostitute he liked to hire, Destinee, had grown a dick in the middle of their session. He'd surrendered to his lust and let her peg him. For money.

  Only after he came could he think and fled the scene.

  “Only a pussy would do that,” Van said, rubbing a tan hand through his buzzed-short hair. He, too, had a body builder's physique, a gym trainer. His tank top clung to his muscular chest, the tribal tats beneath peeking out the sides.

  “This is fucked up,” Evan said. He was the tallest of the three friends and the skinniest. He didn't look like he'd ever been in a gym. “You sure this cabin is remote?”

  “Yeah, it's remote,” Van said. He was glad to be in the backseat. He was so hard now from watching the futa fuck the guy. Part of him wanted to slide out of the car and find a dickgirl. Feeling Destinee's big dick pegging his asshole last night had been incredible. She'd pumped him full of her futa-cum.

  And a mutated form of the futa-virus that was even know going to work, changing him forever.

  “Trust me, it'll be great.”

  “Yeah, we'll stock up in Redmund or something,” muttered Randy. Get as far from these futas as we can get before we stopped.

  “Shit, there's a whole pack of them down that street,” Evan said, shaking his head. “They were all fucking each other, just driving their girl-dicks into each other. What the fuck is going on? Do their clits really swell?”

  It was Sunday. Since Friday, rumors had buzzed about futas. Some claimed to have seen them at Club X partying, others reported incidents at parks or at coffee stands. Social media buzzed and the local media was reporting on the phenomenon.

  Then it exploded. Like a zombie apocalypse. They were spreading exponentially. Van wanted to get out before he succumbed to the lust brewing in him. He ached to pull out his cock and just jerk off in the backseat.

  He didn't know it was already too late for him. There was no escaping the futas.

  They got into I-90 and drove east across Lake Washington for Bellevue and freedom from the futas raging through Seattle. The news stations talked about it, reports of a massive futa orgy swelling through downtown.

  “Mayor Tenaple has asked for the national guard to quarantine the city of Seattle. Governor Smythe has agreed.”

  “Shit, glad we're getting out,” muttered Evan. “We could have been stuck with them.”

  “Yeah,” Van said, hating how much the idea excited him. Trapped in a city of futas... “Drive faster. Let's get the fuck out of dodge.”

  “Yeah,” said Randy. “Shame we couldn't bring some ladies to shelter with us.”

  “Can't take the risk,” said Evan. “You never know if she'll change. I saw our neighbor, Christie, today. She was normal yesterday, and I caught her fucking our building's super this morning. Just pegging the guy with his coveralls wrapped around his knees.”

  “Shit,” muttered Randy. “Mr. Heath's a cool guy. Not the type to be a sissy.”

  “Futas make you into sissies,” said Van. Flushing, fearing he said too much, he added, “That's what I've been hearing. There's a whole Reddit thread on it. r/MyGirlIsAFuta. Full of guys talking about coming home and finding their wives or girlfriends turned into dickgirls and fucking them hard.”

  “The world has gone insane,” muttered Evan. “You know this is the Russians, right. They're doing this to us.”

  “Making futas?” Van
asked. “In Seattle.”

  “Yep, the Russians. They're fucking with us again. You just know it.”

  “Don't spread all that conspiracy shit,” Van muttered, his dick so hard. He wanted to read more posts on the subreddit. r/MyGirlIsAFuta made him hard when he read through it last night. He'd jerked off twice thinking about being one of those lucky guys. “I don't want to hear any Q-anon shit.”

  “Bet all those MGTOW guys are celebrating,” Evan said. “They claimed modern women were toxic. Who knew they'd grow dicks to prove it.”

  “You are an idiot,” muttered Randy as he drove over the bridge. “It's probably some sort of experiment at UW gone wrong. Those idiots at the university were messing with some designer gene, using some sort of engineered virus to introduce it to a mouse or something and it got out.”

  “They can do that?” Van asked.

  “Oh, yeah,” said Evan. “Viral engineering to spread genetic modification is cutting edge shit. One day, you'll inhale a virus and it will give you a bigger dick or a perfect face or gills or some shit like that. You'll see.”

  “Or give you a clit that turns into a dick,” muttered Van, rubbing at his crotch.

  Van's mind danced with dickgirls as they headed farther east. They made a pit stop, filling the back of the car with bottled water, packs of beer, snack food and canned food, spare batteries, all the shit they could think of to survive in the cabin and bunker out until it was over.

  “Government will find a cure,” Randy kept saying. “Just got to hold out.”

  “Dickgirls are going to take cover the world,” said Evan. “If we don't go into hiding, we'll all be their sissy butt-boys just bending over to take it.”

  Van wanted to say, “Would that be so bad?” He squirmed, asking himself, What is wrong with you. You've loved pussy all your life, and now you want girl-dick. This is messed up.

  It took another hour to head into the Cascade Mountains and the cabin Van knew. It belonged to his uncle. It would be safe to use. His uncle lived in Arizona now but hadn't sold it. He liked to use it in the fall when he'd come up to hunt deer with his bodies.

  It was remote, surrounded by pine trees. Mount Rainier loomed over them, the volcano capped by glaciers. Van's cock was so hard as they carried in the supplies. The place had power, firewood if they needed it, and three bedrooms.

  They all settled down in the den, sprawled on the old couches and chairs, scrolling through their phones. The Mayor of Seattle just had made a speech. He had done a complete one-eighty on the futa problem.

  “He's actually urging the governor to turn back the guard,” muttered Evan. “He's got a futa pegging him during the conference.”

  “Even gay guys want to be a dickgirl's sissy slut,” muttered Randy, shaking his head. “I guess a big cock on a girl makes them perfect or something.”

  “Yeah,” Van said, his dick painfully hard. He ached to pull it out. “Really wish we brought some girls. This could have been a wild party. I know a few that would be down for anything.”

  “Those working girls you're always fucking?” asked Evan. “Destinee, right?”

  “Yeah,” said Van.

  “They're probably fucking their johns now,” muttered Randy. “No girls. Can't take the chance of a dickgirl making us into her sissy.”

  “Uh-huh,” Van said. Then he faked a yawn. “This is boring. I'm going to go nap.”

  “Yeah, we should have brought the XBox,” muttered Randy.

  “Don't spend too much time jerking off,” said Evan.

  “Oh, afraid I'll use up all the Kleenexes?” Van grinned, not caring if they knew he was going to jerk off.

  “Naw, besides I have monopoly in the car,” Evan said.

  Van groaned.

  “Oh, fuck, I'd rather go jerk off than that,” muttered Randy. “Least we got some 4G up here.”

  Van nodded. He headed into his bedroom and closed the door behind him. He stripped naked, ripping off his tank top and jeans, his muscular body flexing. He sank down on the bed, his tribal tattoos black across the tan skin of his chest. He grabbed his cock as he headed to Pornhub to find some stuff to watch and...

  Futa Gangbang at the Park

  The top videos were all from today. All being uploaded from the Seattle orgy. Van swallowed. He hit play on it and groaned as he watched a petite futa with a huge cock fucking a burly, Black guy in the ass. Van's dick tingled and his asshole puckered in envy.

  He watched the girl's A cup titties jiggle as she thrust away. Her hair danced around her face twisted in pleasure. She hammered the guy hard. He grunted and groaned, sounding like he enjoyed being her sissy.

  “Yes, yes, take my big dick!” the girl moaned. “Ooh, you love it!”

  “It's the best,” the Black guy groaned. “Shit, yes, ram that big dick in me. Fuck me hard.”

  The girl's tits jiggled as she did just that. She bit her lower lip, thrusting hard and fast into the guy's bowels. Van stroked himself, wishing he was in the Black guy's place. He closed his eyes, imagining that petite girl behind him, her barely legal body fucking him hard.

  “Ooh, yes, yes, you love my cock,” moaned from the screen.

  “I do,” Van panted, setting the phone down and letting his fantasy take over.

  “My big dick is just making your sissy-ass feel amazing, isn't it, Van?” the girl purred. She sounded like Destinee. The girl became that busty prostitute, her tits enhanced by silicone, her hair bleached blonde. “Yes, yes, you're taking my cock like a sissy-champ!”

  “I am,” he muttered, fisting his dick faster. Harder. A spicy musk filled his nose. Similar to the scent he inhaled when Destinee fucked him.

  The virus worked on him, changing his body. His cock ached and throbbed, already bigger than he remembered while his balls were beginning to shrink. Van licked his lips, lost to his fantasy of Destinee pounding his asshole hard and fast.

  He remembered how her girl-dick penetrated his asshole. She fucked him hard and fast in the back seat of his car. Her fake tits heaved over him. He groaned and rolled over on his hands and knees, reliving being fucked.

  “Oh, yes, yes, I'm going to cum so hard into this asshole,” Destinee moaned in his mind.

  “Uh-huh,” he groaned, his orgasm building. His muscular body flexed. “Fuck me, Destinee. Pound me with that huge dick.”

  He exploded imagining being fucked, cumming fast and hard. His jizz splattered on the bed. He shuddered, his body shaking. His asshole clenched, wishing to be filled by that big dick again. As the orgasm burned through him, he wondered why he was here.

  Why hadn't he stayed to have fun in Seattle?

  Because I didn't want my friends to think I'm a sissy, he realized. He fell on his back, buzzing from his orgasm. I'd rather hide up here than have fun because of that. God, I'm a pussy.

  He sucked in a deep breath. He didn't sleep at all the night before. He'd been pacing in his room and pumping iron, trying desperately not to go out and find Destinee. To pay her again to fuck his ass with her big girl-dick.

  Lying on his side in the cabin bedroom, he fell into an exhausted sleep.

  The futa-virus worked on his body.

  Van had strange dreams. He felt warm and hot. His flesh felt like a giant's hand shaped him like clay. He shuddered, drifting through dreams of being fucked by futa after futa. All of them pounding his asshole, dumping their jizz into him.

  It made his cock so hard. He felt this wet ache as he dreamed. He rolled over onto his side, his chest jiggling and swaying. He shifted, squeezing his thighs tight, that molten itch growing between them. He groaned and rolled over again, coming out of his dazed dreams.

  Something shifted on his chest. Something that heaved and jiggled, slapping together as he came around on his other side. He groaned and blinked his eyes. He looked down and saw a pair of round breasts thrusting from his chest, the tribal tattoos normally tattooed across his pecs were stretched over the tits, the pattern distorted.

  Van had become a woman.<
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  “What the fuck,” she gasped, her voice high-pitched. She sat up, shoulder-length, brown hair dancing about her slender shoulders. All the hard muscles of her body were gone, her flesh sleek. Her dick throbbed before her, bouncing and swaying, while that wet itch intensified.

  “No, no, no,” she groaned, her nose filling with the spicy musk of her own pheromones. And something else. Something tangy, the scent of a woman's pussy. “I can't have tits!”

  She grabbed her breasts with slender fingers. Her nails were perfect, not ragged and chewed on. Her skin was flawless. She squeezed her breasts, feeling their natural plumpness. Her nipples had tripled in size along with her areolas.

  She brushed them.

  “Holy shit,” she gasped at the intense delight shooting down to that wet heat between her thighs. She squeezed them tight and didn't feel any balls. “No fucking way.”

  She spread her legs apart. Her cock thrust even bigger than she remembered, as huge as Destinee's. She had no balls, but through her bush, she could make out the pink folds of pussy lips. She gasped, understanding why she felt so hot and sticky between her thighs.

  “I'm a fucking futa,” she moaned, one hand grabbing her dick the other cupping her pussy.

  Van stroked her engorged cock. It wasn't like Destinee's clit-dick. Van's thrust from above the folds of her pussy. Her fingers slid up, finding a little clit nestled in the folds of her pussy. She shuddered as she rubbed that sensitive spot at the same time her hand stroked up her expanded futa-cock to brush the spongy crown.

  Both burst with pleasure.

  “Holy fucking shit,” she moaned, her voice sultry and feminine. She sounded nothing like herself. Felt nothing like herself. She had this hot, molten itch deep inside her cunt. This pressure that felt like swollen balls, but wasn't.

  She had a load of cum and an itchy pussy.

  She rubbed her clit and stroked her girl-dick. The new futa shuddered in delight. Her long hair swayed about her face. Her tattooed tits jiggled and bounced, nipples hard. She smiled, her pussy juices dribbling down her flesh.