Outdoor Futa

by:

Mya Honey

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Rating: XXX	Add Review	Added: 05/02/2007
Complete: yes
Synopsis:	Sam finally gets his new futa (futanari) suit, which will transform him into a foxy lil' redheaded mama with a juicy pussy, and an enormous dick. Now he gets to see what it's like to be the futa of his dreams.
Categories:	Bizarre Body Modifications  Body Suits  SciFi  She Males
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writer's note: futa is short for futanari; a japanese term that means "dual type" or more literally, both kinds. most agree that it refers to women with cocks and pussys, although some contend that it refers to anyone who is transgendered, i go by the narrow definition: having both genitals. if you are curious what futa might look like, there are plenty of morphs/pic manips, just googleit.

mya.

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Sam was so excited. he had been waiting to get his futa. this one was so much better than the last. the other one was just boobs, and while that was pretty hot in his bedroom, he wanted to be an outdoor futa. after all, who didn't like futa? they were so far away from his usual life of claims adjuster. yawn. but if he was an out door futa....!

in so many ways Sam felt lucky to have been around right when futa became huge. he knew what things were like before futa were so popular. so drab. boring. prudish. but now, futa suits were everywhere. there were futa islands where every one wore naked futa all day and just fucked each other all the time. most places were like that anyways, but futa were required to wear some clothes, if only the most minimal. but it was not uncommon to see several people fucking (or faping) as it was called, on the way to work. who could blame them? most outdoor assured complete anonymity. it covered the head like a mask, the genitals from there, additional parts of the suit depended on the wearer's taste. it covered the genitals, naturally, because that was the whole point of futa: they enabled any wearer to be omni-intersexual. when wearing the futa one had a working pussy, cock, and an asshole. all very able to be sexually stimulated to orgasm. generally though, outdoor futa were fancier. they didn't just stop at the genitals and the face. oh no, they could include any part of the body that you wanted and could be made to fit any specs you chose. the two most popular were the adonis, which, consisted of a very ripped torso and body builder's arms, the other, the venus, a female torso slightly large boobs with a very waspish waist, instead of the arms, the emphasis was on the hips ass and legs. usually either set, the venus or the adonis came with one of the very pretty girl masks. and that is what lead to their popularity.

when futas first appeared the masks were so good, you couldn't tell them from a real face. naturally someone robbed a bank or some other small time crime and in order to keep from having futas completely outlawed the company came up with the idea of limiting futa face styles to just a 7 styles, with a little irremovable heart mole on the cheek bone you could get the hair or eye color any way you liked, but the face was non-negotiable. this way futa would be easily identifiable, and could be kept out of banks etc. what they didn't count on was that with futas so easy to spot, that they would become a fetish for both man and women. add to that that their "features" were so customizable, so maliable, people could life out their wildest dreams. want to be a girl with a mammoth 14 inch cock as this as a soda can? get a futa, and when they figured out that a futa pussy or ass could take practically any size, then people went wild. they couldn't control themselves. the outdoor futa most of all. you would see them, these stunningly beautiful women with the tell-tale moles, wearing heels, bikini tops and short skirts that, while they covered their asses, did nothing to conceal the python swinging down to their knees. since the futa mask looked real, but obscured any features the person wearing it might have, people wearing futa had no sense of shame. to see a futa meant there was a person looking to have sex any where, any place. and human sexuality was never the Same again. save for the face, there were all kinds of futa bodies. one could be any ethnicity, taller (but not shorter or thinner, sadly), pregnant, with huge boobs, or a huge bubble butt, thick legs, etc. but things didn't stop there. nope. the human imagination was involved. huge nipples were the fad for a while, huge pussy lips, large foreskin, massive balls. everything seemed to get bigger. and then there were the fetishists. there were the "doctor mereau" mods, which were human/animal hybrid futa. which most considered taboo. but Sam had seen photos and videos of them on youtube. pig women with functional ears on their head, six breasts, and a curly little tail, stockings and gloves that made feet and hands hooves. and huge cocks and dripping pussys. that sort of thing was too much for Sam. he heard about all sorts of hybrids, and tried not to think about them.

what he did think about, however was getting his own out door futa suit. and here it was. on the drive home he saw a sexy redheaded futa getting pushed against a wall. while a man fucked her, and another man waited his turn for sloppy seconds... or was it thirds? another futa this one was asian, but he was asian. he was wearing heels, and a short skirt, but not a stitch covered his amazingly well toned body. he had his hair pulled back in a long black ponytail. he was bent over at the waist talking to someone in a car, when another futa, this one female, with nipples the size of saltshakers joined him at the car. with nipples that big, Sam thought, she was probably a milker. milkers had tits that squirted milk, which could be modified, much like the other body fluids that futa had, to have virtually any flavor. he met one futa who's cum tasted like key lime pie. he watched this pair of futa as he waited at the stoplight. part of him just wanted to get home to try his own futa on, the other wanted to see what happened. the girl futa walked up behind the asian male, knelt down, lifted his skirt and opened her mouth and this impossibly long, serpentine-esque tongue that would put gene simmons to shame came out of her smiling pouty mouth. with one hand, she pulled his good sized cock down stroking. her other hand spread his ass cheeks so she could lick his ass and pussy. in a second, she stood up and produced quite possibly one of the biggest futa cock he had seen. it went just past her knees. she spread his pussy and pushed it as far as it would go, which, with futa pussy, meant all the way in. he started to wonder how futa suits do things like that, when the person behind him laid on their horn. "watch the show some other time buddy!" he man shouted. Sam jumped to attention and lurched forward. soon that might be him, he thought.

he could hardly wait. unpacking it had him aroused. they looked like a pair of pantyhose. he carefully read the instructions, but his mind wasn't really on it. he was day dreaming about the things he bought to wear. the futa who sold it to him at the store was wearing it herself. it was tasteful, but only in that barely so, playboy sort of way. a wide white cotton crocheted mesh dress-shirt with fluted, butterfly winged sleeves. it was kimono, in length as well as style. he smiled as he thought about it grazing his soon to be ample bubble butt ass. he loved the idea of walking by black men and hearing them exclaim, "DAAAAAAAAYUM!"

Sam sat down and quickly slid on the stockings that would conform to become his toes. there was a tingle that felt like someone tickling his feet but better it was near orgasmic.

with a wiggle, his toes solidified. a bright french manicure with orange instead of white. he slid them up further. the tingle continued further up his legs, and when he stood up to pull them up to his thighs, he almost fell down. it felt like somone was licking behind his knees-- that back part of the leg where the calf and thigh meet. it was dreamy. up to his waist and hips it all came into view. he slid on the sexy, strappy heels he bought. they were covered with beads and seashells. when he was done he would look like the futa from ipanema. sort of. instead of tall and lean, she would be average height, but curvy. a bombshell to be sure. the shoes looked splendid. they were perfect: a dark treebark color that set off the golden brown skin of the futa. he was so glad that he saved and got what he really wanted this time. last time he skimped and the gloves he got while fine, weren't enough. this time, every inch of his skin would be covered. he couldn't resist walking over to the mirror to see how it looked. her dick started to stiffen in the futa suit, and the futa's large, soft prick started to swell. it felt amazing, even with the suit only half on. he could feel his pussy getting wet..... he heard a moan and jumped, realizing only later that he was the one moaning. he pulled the suit up to his collar. sliding his arms in the sleeves of the futa. wiggling his fingers, his hands and fingernails snapped in, he had nails that matched his toes. he looked in the mirror again, examining his large breasts and large knob sized nipples. his body-- the body of the futa responded accordingly. a wave of movement thru her hips and down to her toes. finally he put on the mask, and disappeared into the sexy, curvy hourglass shape of the futa suit.

Sam took his time sensually slipping on the strappy heels, enjoying every second before he stood up, teetering for a second before catching her balance. as she walked to the bathroom the futa's programming took over, her walk softened, hips, lustily, sexily swaying. they almost whispered, "take me......"

looking in the mirror he saw her-- his fantasy woman. that was the great thing about futa, people wanted to be what they fantisized about. the heyday of the skinny model ended over night. yeah, there were women who still lived by the edict "you can never be too rich or too thin." but those women lived almost entirely inside trophy wife futa suits designed by their rich husbands. some of those trophy futa weren't even women. sexually, when the suits became popular, all hell broke loose.

Sam stood slack jawed. she had a beautiful, deep red head of hair in a retro, 40's style, smokey, sexy asian eyes, an hourglass body with a heart shaped ass, and thick legs. he looked himself over, wonderfully ample tits, that were also retro-ish having a nose-cone shape, topped by those wonderful nobs the size of the last part of his thumb. he smiled, happy that he had ordered her with the tan lines. there were ghostly pale triangles on her boobs contrasting with her fantastically glowingly tan skin. her huge cock also shockingly pale, and as he lifted it, he noted, so was her pussy. he turned around to inspect a tiny little g-string triangle above her ass, a white little hazard sign, and above it, in a script, in a place called where it would be called a tramp stamp, a tattoo, that said "rode hard, put away wet." cheezy, to be sure, but that's why he ordered it. you want to look the part. her eyes were a deep green, and opening her mouth Sam slowly stuck out her tongue. it was pierced, but that isn't what she was checking for. her tongue reached the tip of her chin and grew pointed, but kept going. without lowering her head even a bit her tongue wrapped itself around her right nipple a couple of times. the sensation was intense as she tightened her grip on it and flicked the tip. "mmmmmm" she didn't even realize she was moaning. but she did know she was turned on. she pulled up the chair from her vanity, and slowly, teasingly, sat down, legs together. she cautiously separated her legs as if she was giving a show, her thick tool began to stand at attention. she put her hands on her knees, and laconically slid her hands up her thighs. her back arched as she put a sexily high-heeled foot on the bathroom counter, and leaned back. a smile-- or more accurately a smirk-- grew on her face. look at those pretty feet, she thought. imagine some foot fetishist tonguing them. her dick got even stiffer. it felt fantastic. she remembered getting erections like this when she was a teen. her cock throbbed so fervently it felt as if it would burst. she couldn't believe it was so huge. she supposed it didn't help that she could see her coochie like this, and she loved what she was seeing. under the shadow was a soft, visibly wet pussy. Sam opened her mouth again, and to get a better view she used her tongue to lift her cock, she pressed it between her tits. her pussy got wetter.

this was too much for Sam to take. why should she be sitting in here admiring herself along when she need but to walk out on the street, and she could really put her new futa suit to the test.

she lightly put perfume on her pulse points, threw on her little kimono, grabbed a little clutch to throw her keys in, and left her apartment.

in the elevator, she could feel her heart beating. she was excited, but not in a sexual way, and her hard on began to fade as the blood migrated from her prick to her cheeks. on the 44th floor a woman got on.

"my. are you a futa?" they both knew she knew the answer before she asked it, but Sam politely nodded. "you're beautiful, of course, do you mind if i....? her asking again was a matter of habit, than neccesity. before she got an answer the woman dropped to her knees and gently touched the futa's semi erect member, and found it getting hard. "mmmmm" they said together. they both laughed and the futa playfully said, "jinx! you owe me a soda!" playing the child's game. the woman replied, "i can give you something better than a soda." she opened her mouth and took as much futa cock in her mouth as she was able, which, to start with wasn't very much. she could only get the top of the head of the futa's dick in her mouth, but creatively, she stuck her tongue in it's pee hole sending shivers up and down Sam's spine. she licked around the head and smiled at Sam, eager to try to fit more in her mouth. this really excited Sam. with the better futa suits, which this one was, the cock would automatically switch to responsive sizing-- a feature which basically means that the tip of her futa dick would resize itself for the areas in contact with the woman's mouth and lips. the net effect was that to anyone watching the scene it would look like Sam was stuffing her impossibly enormous futa prick down this woman's throat, but for the woman, it was like a normal to good sized cock was in her mouth. the computers in the futa suit were so fast that if the woman gagged and spit out Sam's dick you would never notice the penis change it's size. Sam grabbed the back of the woman's head and pushed her head on her dick, enjoying watching the monster tool-- almost as thick as her neck-- disappear into her mouth. the woman's eyes rolled up to look Sam in the eyes. it was if she was in a trance. she took the cock out of her mouth and stuck her finger inside Sam's pussy so quickly that it shocked her. the woman stood up, her finger still wet with Sam's pussy juice, which after a quick inhale, stuck it in Sam's mouth, pushing her against the elevator wall, grabbing one of her boobs through her kimono, then chased it with a deep tongue kiss. she smiled then said, i'm free tomorrow between 2-5 stop by if you wanna have fun. bring any other futa too. up to three.

the door opened and the woman smiled, picked up a bag of recycling she was taking out, and disappeared out to the elevator and down the hall. Sam was breathless. this, she thought, absentmindedly biting her lip, was the best thing i've ever done. the door to the ground floor opened. Sam put on her game face and swung her hips doing her sexy walk past the doormen's station. one of the door men whistled at her, and then after a quick conversation with his partner, ran up to Sam. "do you feel like a bit of fun?" he asked, "i just started my break, and you are soooo my type." "sure" Sam said.

two minutes later she was in the break room bent over the table, with a cock in her pussy, the doorman fucking her while stroking her huge horse cock as best as he could by hugging it against her belly. "goddamn, you fucking huge dick futa! you love getting fucked, don't you, you cock gobbling slut?!?" the dirty talk got Sam wet. she could feel her pussy getting so wet it began to drip down her legs, when suddenly she felt a tongue on her leg. she looked around the table to see the smiling face of the other door man. the first doorman, Mark, she thought his name was, must have thought she was getting distracted, as he took his free hand gathered up her hair and pulled, yanking her head back. he slowed his pace, fucking her harder, more deliberately. the man licking her pussy juice followed the cumtrail up to her pussy and tongued her clit as she got hammered by Mark. soon he added one finger to the cock in her wet slit, then two, three. he managed to wrap his hand around his co-worker's dick and slid the hand AND cock inside her futa pussy. Sam lost control. with a deep moan her body clenched then released. her huge dick shot all over the table, her tits, her pussy flooded with juice that ran down the man's arm, Mark's and Sam's legs....

it still wasn't enough to stop Mark. he pushed her down onto the cum covered table. goddamn, Sam thought, i fucking came a bucket load! the other doorman slid his hand out of Sam's pussy and Sam came again. the side of her face against the table, this time she felt a wave of cum flow between her boobs, along her neck and chin and curled into her mouth. the second doorman appeared on her left, he took his pants down and wiped the table with his cock and then Mark lifted her head by her hair, and shoved her head down on the doorman's dick. "lick all of that jizz off that cock, you futa whore!, Mark ordered, quickening his pace. the second door man took his cock out of Sam's mouth and repeated putting her frosting on it. "flip her over, i wanna shot at her. there's something i saw the other day i wanna try. " he said. Mark complied, and they switched places. Mark played gently with her tits, and his mood softened. "god, you are so hot. you know that sweetie?" he said. "sometime you gotta comedown and fuck my ass" he whispered in her ear, punctuating it with a tongue that tickled her ear. she giggled. the second doorman grabbed Sam's semi erect horse cock and stroked his own with one hand. he bent down, licking the cum >from the head of her cock before sticking his tongue in her dick's hole. Sam's hips responded, and she moaned again. the man stood up, spread the lips of the hole in Sam's dick and slid his cock in it.

Sam sat straight up. she had never felt anything like this. he was fucking her dick with his inside her. his hands cupped her huge tool on the edge of her head, he pushed it in slow. she screamed, eyes wide her hands cupping her boobs, unaware of her own fondling. she was in heaven. she was covered in come., her ass, from flipping over, and laying back in her jizz, her tits and belly, the insides of her legs, in her hair, on her chin, and her mouth. he pushed it in further. she pushed against his cock, driving it in deeper, trying to stand on her feet. her hands, her hips moved in a way that was unmistakable: she wanted more. Mark pushed the table away from behind her, licking, grabbing and squeezing smacking her ass. the doorman slid almost out and shoved his dick back in again. Sam gasped. Mark grabbed her tit >from behind with one hand, and with his other hand slid his hand in Sam's mouth, cramming his large, rough hands in. a second later, his hand found it's way from her tit to her ass again. he spread her cheeks, grabbed her hair again, and bent her over a bit, and while Sam tongue kissed the doorman fucking her now firm dick, Mark crammed his dick in Sam's ass. she pushed back grinding on Mark's dick, he fucked her forward, pushing her cock farther down on the man's prick. one of Marks hands gently flicked Sam's clit, and it was all too much for her. as her body tensed, her ass and cock constricted, she and both the men came. hard.

Sam could feel every last drop of Marks cum filling her ass, and when he pulled out, she could feel it running down her leg, mixing with her own juice. the man with his dick in her pee hole felt a wave of jizz covering, surrounding his penis urgently finding the way out of her massive unit, it sprayed all over the man's groin. he convulsed again. she came close to fainting, but fortunately, the two men caught her, and put her back on the table.

when she woke, she had been washed, and cleaned up. they had her wrapped in a soft terrycloth short robe. it almost covered her ass-- but not quite. her clothes and heels were in a little shopping bag, in it was a note. both of the men thanked her for the good time, and left their phone numbers if she should want more fun, but they didn't expect it. these things with futa were always no strings attached, unless you knew who the futa was, like couples would, and they would usually wear rings. she walked over to the elevator and went back to her place, happy and exhausted. she peeled back the skin on the elbow and produced the key that opened her futa suit.

a small seam appeared on her collar, and the fault line traced its way down her torso, steering around her bellybutton, and around her genitals. Sam peeled his suit off, but kept the head on. he walked over to the mirror, and smiled. he looked so hot. he looked down at his masculine body, still attached to the futa head. his dick hardened. this was the best investment he had ever made. he was so happy to be an outdoor futa, even though on his maiden voyage, he never left the building.