Losing It – Part 3 [F/F][Futa][Bullying]

^﴾Content: ^18+, ^anal ^sex, ^ass ^to ^mouth, ^big ^dick, ^bullying, ^cum ^in ^hair, ^cum ^in ^mouth, ^edging, ^excessive ^cum, ^futanari/intersex, ^impregnation/risk ^of ^pregnancy, ^multiple ^orgasms, ^non-con, ^oral ^sex ^[fellatio], ^orgasm ^denial, ^rough ^sex, ^shower ^sex, ^vaginal ^sex, ^virgin, ^watersports ^[light]﴿

## Chapter 3⸻Perspective

I opened the bathroom door and felt around for the light switch. The first one I flipped made me jump as a mechanical whirring echoed around the room. I flipped it off in a panic and gave my heart a chance to climb out of my throat before I flipped another.

Once the light filled the room, it was like I stepped through the looking glass or something. White marble tile from floor to ceiling, vanities with white marble countertops, and two standing showers on either side of the doorway—each of them bigger than my entire bathroom back home.

The bathtub was inlaid into the floor. If it didn’t have a plainly visible faucet, I would have assumed it was a jacuzzi or something. It was the only thing in the room that wasn’t doubled, and I probably would have registered how strange that was if I wasn’t still in awe of how expensive everything looked.

Virgish [Chapter 1] ❰Intersex/Futanari⁑MtF-Trans⁑Light-Bondage⁑Sensory-Play⁑Consensual-Force❱

^(Hello, everyone. This is the first story in a new setting that I’ve been tentatively calling SIM[p]ULATION THEORY. If you want to read a little more about it, I’ve included an index document, which will be updated as new stories are posted. As always, feedback is appreciated. Thanks again!)

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# Chapter 1 ⦁ ⦁ ⦁ Not That Kind of Girl

On the morning we would come to call Day One, I awoke to fairly complete agony in my abdominal region. In my half-asleep panic, I assumed I must’ve been stabbed in a home invasion or something. Throwing back the blankets to see my sheets covered in blood didn’t belay that concern. This was it: I was going to be a transitional piece in an Investigation Discovery repackage called “The Long Sleep”. I’d be played by a much prettier woman with far less acting ability in the reenactment—which would probably offend my ghost, at the very least. Halfway through planning my afterlife as a vengeful spirit, I woke up enough to realize that I hadn’t been disemboweled, which was honestly a little disappointing at that point. I’d have been a fucking excellent poltergeist.

Virgish [Chapter 1] ❰Intersex-Futanari⁑MtF-Trans⁑Light-Bondage⁑Sensory-Play⁑Consensual-Force❱

^(Hello, everyone. This is the first story in a new setting that I’ve been tentatively calling SIM[p]ULATION THEORY. If you want to read a little more about it, I’ve included an index document in the comments, which will be updated as new stories are posted. As always, feedback is appreciated. Thanks again!)

# Chapter 1 ⦁ ⦁ ⦁ Not That Kind of Girl

On the morning we would come to call Day One, I awoke to fairly complete agony in my abdominal region. In my half-asleep panic, I assumed I must’ve been stabbed in a home invasion or something. Throwing back the blankets to see my sheets covered in blood didn’t belay that concern. This was it: I was going to be a transitional piece in an Investigation Discovery repackage called “The Long Sleep”. I’d be played by a much prettier woman with far less acting ability in the reenactment—which would probably offend my ghost, at the very least. Halfway through planning my afterlife as a vengeful spirit, I woke up enough to realize that I hadn’t been disemboweled, which was honestly a little disappointing at that point. I’d have been a fucking excellent poltergeist.

Losing It – Part 2 [F/F][Futa][Bullying]

**﴾Content: Intersex/Futanari, Bullying, Verbal Abuse, Prostitution, Domination, Handjob, Outercourse, Big Dick, Virgin, Excessive Cum, 18+﴿**

I followed the sound of opening cabinets and clinking glasses to the spacious kitchen, finding Millie filling a glass of ice water from the refrigerator. Seeing an opportunity for some petty vengeance, I crept across the tile and stood a foot or so behind her. Not easy, but I have a lot of practice sneaking across all kinds of surfaces. Usually in the dark, admittedly. Either way, she didn’t notice.

I wasn’t expecting her reaction to be that slow, though. Millie turned around—looking at the glass instead of where she was going for some reason—and ran into me, dumping the whole glass down my front.

I shut my eyes and took a few deep breaths through my nose. Cold water dripped off my chin and down the front of my shirt, which was already sopping wet itself. My nipples were hard enough to cut glass. My skirt, my stockings, and even my sneakers all felt waterlogged.

Millie didn’t move a single muscle for about five seconds, clearly hoping I operated by Jurassic Park rules. When I opened my eyes and stared daggers, she sprung into action.

Losing It – Part 1 [F/F][Futa][Bullying]

**﴾Content: Intersex/Futanari, Bullying, Prostitution, Domination, Oral, Penetration, Big Dick, Virgin, 18+﴿**

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Here’s the thing: I’m hot as *fuck*. I know it, and—more importantly—so does everyone else. I’ve got an ass you can bounce quarters off, a tiny waist, and tits that make shopping for bras an absolute nightmare. My cock is thick, and my pelvic floor could juice a grapefruit. People want to fuck me, and honestly? I don’t blame them. Wanting to fuck me is an objectively correct biological response. I scream, “*Fantastic lay!*” on the genetic level.

Of course, I’ve put a lot of work into being me, and I expect a return on that investment. It’s an arrangement that people seem to naturally understand. After all, no one approaches a goddess without a proper offering. Usual tributes involve gifts, shopping, favors, lavish dinners, and generally kissing the ground on which I walk. I can’t say that doesn’t work for me, but this was the first time I’d ever considered an offer of more *direct* compensation.