I was investing a lot of my time into finding someone who could take care of me, as a futa it was hard to control my urges a lot of the time and businesses weren’t too keen on allowing multiple bathroom breaks in between breaks. I had been without income for a couple weeks, scrolling through fetish websites and the depths of the web who were looking for people like me. Being a futa wasn’t exactly the norm although people were aware they existed and were either disgusted or fetishized it. I was willing to capitalize on the ladder.
I was on the chubbier side, having a small tummy overhang and being thick and curvy all the way around. My breasts were naturally large and my nipples looked like cute, swollen pink, dollops on my chest. My back had a sharp curve the way it contoured and molded into my ass, being soft, jiggly, and a problem to get jeans to go over. I have a short and silver faux hawk, with several facial piercings and tattoos as well as stretched lobes.Unfortunately for me, the average cock size for a futa was much larger than the average males being a full nine inches in length and at least two inches in diameter. Mine, at its hardest, was at three inches in length and two and a half inches in diameter.
After weeks of posting and scanning websites, I finally received a message from a couple. Unlike some of the other people I had found, Chloe and Lula weren’t looking to add a third for their relationship. They were looking for a pet that was exclusive to them, a play thing that was ready at the drop of a hat. Chloe and Lula were the CEO’s of a hospital, needing a little something around the house for them to look after to give them a sense of pride other than drowning in paperwork.
After we got to know each other, they were happy to send me the agreement as well as a one way plane ticket, chastity belt and a bottle of pills that were labeled with a bunch of medical terms. They were the hormone pills they had mentioned to me before, something to help me with my urges. However, I wasn’t expected to do much other than to enjoy the time I was going to have there. I would have a weekly allowance that I could spend on whatever I pleased which, that was all going into savings of course.
One of the many things in the contract was that I was their property thus meaning, I was supposed to do what they asked of me even before I packed my things and went on to my new life. The few things they made me do before I left was to start preparing my body. Instead of wearing bras, I was instructed to throw them away and wrap my breasts up with ten rubber bands on each. I was teasing myself while I was at home doing basic chores around the house, my breasts looked so vulgar I couldn’t stop once I started. The pills I was taking were increasing my breast size but more particularly my nipples, causing them to poke out clearly through any shirt I had worn.
My cock kept trying to get hard inside of its cage they were making me wear, I didn’t even have the key if I wanted to take it off. It was hard not to leak precum all over the insides of my panties on most days. At night I was told I had to play with my nipples for an hour before bed, didn’t matter what I was doing as long as they were stimulated. Which left my cock feeling claustrophobic in its tight seal. Needless to say, the couple days I had before my flight to leave were the worst.
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