Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Futapolis Incident ❯ Report 001 ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Hardcover 
Two men wake up with no memories in a Los Angeles that seems deserted, and soon find themselves undergoing strange changes.
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Two men wake up with no memories in a Los Angeles that seems deserted, and soon find themselves undergoing strange changes.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Horror / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.22.2009 | Pages: 6 | Words: 8.9K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
THE FUTAPOLIS
INCIDENT:
REPORT 001
By Hardcover
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The following document is a first person account of the sequence of events commonly known as “The Futapolis Incident” in the area previously known as Angeles
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MARK
I was born on the cold hard floor of a greasy spoon diner in downtown L.A. Actually that is an exaggeration, as I know now that I was born in Jersey of all places in hospital that has since been torn down and turned into a parking lot. But, as far as I am concerned, and for all intents and purposes, my life began on the floor of the unassuming diner. Whatever had happened to me before in my life was immaterial, everything started for me on that dull, scruffy, well traveled tile floor.
I awoke slowly, gently fading into consciousness as I came too. I had no idea where I was or how I had gotten there, just a vague reaction to the sound of music of some kind playing somewhere near me. I struggled through the haze and my mind began to awake from its slumber. It took a while for me to float out of my sleep and bring myself into a drug like stupor before finally managing to get my eyes open. The music continued and I took in what I saw: Tables and chairs and booths in the back, and the dirty floor of black and white tiles just under my eyes.
I struggled to my feet, completely delirious, my legs feeling like rubber. I looked around myself at the rest of the diner. I seemed to be the only one there. The tables and booths were all empty, and I saw no waitress behind the counter nor a cook in the kitchen beyond. I didn’t recognize the place at all, looking around; I tried to spot anything familiar, something that would remind me how I came to be here. Nothing seemed familiar.
I looked towards the front window, one of those huge panes of glass next to the door that looked out onto the street outside. A thick fog rolled by, obscuring the view.
I tried to remember how I had come to be on the floor in this restaurant, but nothing came forward. I tried to think of what was the last thing I remembered; I was horrified when I couldn’t remember a thing! I tried to recall what my name was; my heart sank and my knees buckled as I couldn’t remember a single thing. I didn’t even know what my own name was.
I had amnesia.
I don’t know how long I stood there stunned and not knowing what to do before I thought to check for a wallet. I rummaged through the pockets of my pants and the coat I was wearing but came up with nothing. No wallet; no identification. And no clue to who I was. The only thing I found was a small torn picture in one of the jacket pockets. I was of a young man in his early twenties with his arm around someone else. Whoever it was wasn’t in the part of the picture that I had.
I spied a restroom over in the back and quickly moved forward to it, pushing the door open. The bathroom looked like it had been used quite a bit: graffiti carved into the walls, paint peeling off the sides and so forth. I crossed to the sink and looked into the mirror in front of it.
I was male, and young, early twenties at a guess, maybe twenty or twenty one. I had black hair that looked like it had been brushed back on my head but now a mess, and deep brown eyes. My face was round and small, my ears not visible in the brush of my hair. I wore a pair of pleated black pants, a white V-neck polo shirt, and a blue sports coat. I could tell now that the figure in the picture was myself.
Aside from that, the face in the mirror was that of a total stranger.
Turning the picture over in my hands, I found some writing on the back. In cursive letters, it read: “Good times, eh, Mark?”
Mark? Was that my name?
Dejected and scared, I walked out of the bathroom and back into the diner. Suddenly, there was a loud sound from outside, like a foghorn, which blasted across the room. I jumped, startled by the noise. It blared for a few seconds and then stopped, fading off into nothingness.
It was replaced by another sound, that of a phone ringing.
I looked around and found that an old, battered pay phone on the wall was the source of the rings. Hesitantly, I walked over to it and picked up the receiver.
“Hello?” I said, a stranger’s voice issuing from my mouth.
A man’s voice, low and droning, spoke on the other side, “So, you’re awake?”
Confused by the question, I numbly answered, “Yes.”
“And you’re in the diner?” He asked
“Yes.” I confirmed, not sure what the caller was getting at.
“And you’re confused?”
“Yes. What’s happened to me? How did I get here? Who am I?”
“Thank you.” The voice said, and the line went dead.
I held the phone in my hands, shivering a bit. There was no dial tone anymore. I hit the buttons a few times but nothing happened. I stood there, numbly, staring at the battered face of the pay phone, for several minutes. Fear was clutching at my stomach, sending shivers all over my body. I had no name, no identity, and no place to go. I was as lost as it was possible to be.
I wandered over to where the counter was and suddenly I doubled over. I felt a dull throbbing all over my body, my skin clenching and tightening. I wrapped my arms around myself as a weird shiver ran through my whole body. Just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. I stood up, rubbing my shoulders. What had that been? Was I sick?
I leaned on the counter and then noticed something that seemed to be crumpled up on the floor. I came around the counter, thinking it some pile of towels or something, but then I saw what it was and screamed: A waitress, clad in a pink and white outfit, lay sprawled on the floor behind the counter. Her arms and legs were splayed in different directions, and her mouth was wide open, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. Her skirt was pulled up and her panties exposed, and the front of her uniform torn open, along with her bra, leaving one bare breast hanging out.
She was very dead.
She had probably been beautiful once, but now her face was pale and bloated, with blue veins spider webbing across her skin. I stared down and the recoiled in horror, jumping back and tripping over the stools. I fell painfully to the floor and scrambled backwards. I got to my feet and ran out the front door, not even sure of where I was going, just wanting to get out of there.
The street was as deserted as the diner. Everywhere I looked, it seemed empty and deserted. No a soul in sight. A few cars dotted the side walks, and what I could see through the fog, all the stores seemed to be empty. I ran out into the street, calling for help, but I got no response. The air was warm, and humid, and seemed to cling to my skin. I took the jacket off and slung it over my shoulder.
I began to walk down the street, picking a direction at random and simply heading that way. I had no idea of where I was going, or where I was for that matter. I simply pushed on through the fog, looking for someone, anyone at all.
The more I walked, the creepier it became. Everywhere I went, there seemed to be no one, as if the town had been simply abandoned over night. I saw cars, parked in the middle of the street, with their doors hanging open, as if someone had left them in a big, big hurry. The more I walked, the more fearful I became, hoping against hope that I would wake from this horrible nightmare.
So preoccupied with my own fear was I, that I didn’t see the other man round the corner until I almost ran into him.
We both yelped as we staggered back, trying not to collide with each other. I stopped and said nothing for a few seconds as I stared at the first other living person I had seen in all my memories.
“Uh, sorry.” I said.
“Yeah, sorry.” The other man said.
He had red hair, a mess at the moment like mine, green eyes, and was dressed in jeans and a plain grey T-shirt. He was young, a little younger the me, maybe eighteen or nineteen years old. He stared at me with the same kind of hopeful expression that I probably had.
“Have you seen anyone else?” He asked me, snapping me out of my stupor.
“No. No one.” I told him. “Do you know what happened?”
He shook his head, “No. Do you, ah, remember anything at all?”
My shoulders slumped, “Not a thing.”
Well, we were both in the same boat. No real help here, but still, I was happy to be in the company of another person finally. And two heads were, of course, better then one.
The other man spoke to me, “I think my name is Evan, it’s written on the tag of my shirt.”
He offered me a hand, I took it, “Mark. I found it on a picture in my pocket.”
After that, there wasn’t much else to say. We continued to explore together, trying to find anything else we could. Anyone would have been nice, anyone with a memory or some explanation of what was going on here. It was an uncomfortable, unbearable silence, but what was there to talk about? Neither of us had a past, the best we could do was describe how we’d both come to. Evan had apparently found himself waking up on the lunch counter in an empty high school. He received no phone call, however, and was intrigued by the one I’d gotten.
“And that’s all he wanted to know?” He asked.
“That’s it.” I shrugged, “Was I awake and was I confused. Nothing else.”
I had omitted the discovery of the body from my story. I knew how upsetting his situation was, and I figured it would be a bad move to aggravate that. We continued walking, passing into a shopping plaza. It was the sort of place that should be bustling with activity, but now it was empty and as quiet as a tomb. I stared around me, looking at the silent scenery. Were we actually the only two people left in the world? What a quietly tragic fate that would have been?
“I don’t hear any birds.” I mentioned, realizing sudden, “I haven’t since I woke up.”
“Neither have I.” Evan nodded.
We exchanged fearful glances, not even the animals seemed to reside in this town anymore. We were as alone as it was possible to be.
Most of the stores seemed to have their doors open, a chilling clue that whatever happened to chase everyone away happened during business hours. I wandered around the plaza, looking at the huge, still functioning fountain in the center, the rush of trickling water being the only sound that we could hear.
I saw a huge women’s department store, loaded with mannequins in the windows, all the hippest fashions, most aimed at the clubbing set, with plenty of cleavage showing tops and tiny form hugging dresses.
As Evan moved into one of the stores, checking inside the door, I suddenly doubled over and felt my body pulse and throb again. I let out a low moan as my skin shuddered. Just as soon as it had started, it faded away, leaving me perplexed and more then a little frightened. As I straitened up, I became aware that I suddenly had an erection. I adjusted my pants to make it less obvious.
Leaving the jacket on the edge of the fountain, I began to look around some more, walking into the first door I came to. It led into a dance studio of some kind. Completely empty, except for the large mirror on one wall with the railing across it like these places always had. It felt so strange to know that yet have no actual memories of seeing it. On the far wall I could see several posters advertising Sierra Mist. Either the company had sponsored this place or someone really liked that drink.
I walked into the studio, looking around, spying my still unfamiliar reflection in the mirror. All at once, I became aware that I was inexplicably becoming aroused, getting horny for no apparent reason. My penis stiffened in my pants as tingles flowed over my body. I felt my body pulse and throb once more, but more so then it had before. I staggered back as waves of delightful euphoria spilled over in me. I felt my body growing hot as my skin spasmed and bulged.
I was changing, somehow, my body being reshaped by forces I didn’t understand. I felt my hair growing, spilling down over my face and down past my shoulders. I gave a cry of alarm, my arms and legs shrinking and thinning, my whole body starting to shrink a little. Pleasure was flowing through me, exploding in my mind and making me act entirely on impulse.
I tore my shirt off, falling to my knees, banging them painfully on the hardwood floor. I threw the tattered garment aside and stared in shock as I began to grow a pair of breasts, getting bigger and bigger as I moaned, unable to control how bizarrely good this strange transformation felt. In a weirdly involuntary motion, I ripped off my pants and shoes, shoving my pants down my legs and off and tearing my underwear off. I wasn’t thinking strait at all, acting on some kind of instinct.
I could see my hips curving as my body and face reconstructed itself. I closed my eyes and shook as the changes commenced, twisting and convulsing on the floor as the undeniable feelings of delight took hold of me. My brain was fogged, and I felt the curious sensation that somehow, that was changing too. I felt a strange tightening between my legs as I shook with the uncontrollable spasms.
It only took about five minutes. When the episode ceased, I lay crumple in a heap on the floor. As I crawled up from where I was I looked at my reflection in the mirror, and gasped in both shock and awe.
I was a woman now that was for sure.
My hair was long and black, and ran down over my shoulders, getting wavy at the ends. My brown eyes were wider and more expressive, my face round and pretty sporting a small nose and thick, full lips. My body was full and curvy, my skin soft and white. My breasts were big and full, easily a D-cup without being gigantic, and my hips round and sensual. My legs were long and sexy, and my butt was soft and heart shaped. I was definitely a woman now, and a beautiful woman at that, if I do say so myself.
Well, sort of a woman, I still had my penis. Whatever male castration anxieties I possessed breathed a sigh of relief. It hung down between my legs, thick and long. My testicles seemed to have shrunk, my scrotum a tightly held bulge at the base of my cock. Something else felt funny down there, however.
Could it be . . . ?
I squatted down and opened my legs in front of the mirror and let out a gasp: There, just under my penis, was perfectly formed female vagina. I stared, not sure how to react. I had both? How was that possible? Somehow, I knew the word for what I was: A futanari. A girl, completely feminine, but with both sex organs working perfectly. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but I was intrigued by my new shape.
It wasn’t just my body that had changed; I could feel like I was different in my mind as well. It seemed like my memories of before the transformation were like an odd dream, remembered but seen through a glass bubble. And I was horny still, feeling a tingling sensation all over my body, as well as a light euphoria. I stared at my naked, unusual, but gorgeous body: What was I supposed to do now? I still didn’t know who I was, nor what had happened to everyone.
I stood up, still transfixed by the pretty futa reflected in the mirror. So transfixed that I didn’t hear it when Evan walked in the door, I jumped when I heard his voice.
“Woah!” Evan cried, “I’m sorry, Miss. I didn’t know you were in here.”
I turned and looked at him; he was blushing and averting his eyes from my nudity. He then leaned out the door, and called out.
“Mark! I found someone!” He called.
I guess he hadn’t seen me go in here. He called my name several times before I finally spoke up.
“Evan.” I said.
He turned to me, and blushed again at the sight of my naked body. He was so bent on not looking at me, that he hadn’t even noticed my dick yet. He stared me right in the face, not looking down. It was frustrating how polite he was. Then, suddenly, his eyes lit up.
“You know my name?” He said excitedly, “Do you know me? Do you know who I am?”
“Evan, it’s me.” I said, not sure how to tell him.
“I’m sorry, I don’t remember you. I don’t remember a thing.” He said rapidly, the hope in his eyes almost heart rending.
“Evan, it’s me. It’s Mark.” I told him levelly, “Something’s happened to me.”
He stared at me, speechless. I don’t know what it was that finally made him believe me. Maybe there was still something recognizable in my face or my eyes, I don’t know. He seemed to weigh the idea of whether I was telling the truth or whether I was just some nutty bimbo who ended up naked in a dance studio. After a long silence, he finally spoke.
“Mark, is it really you?” He whispered.
I nodded.
“How is this possible?” He wondered.
I shrugged, “I don’t know.”
“You’re a woman now.” He said, risking a glance down, and stating the obvious.
“Not entirely.” I said pointing down between my legs. I got a good chuckle out of the shocked expression on his face when he looked down.
“Jesus Christ! You still have your dick!” He cried, “You’re a fuck’n shemale!”
“Actually, I’ve got both.” I said pulling my junk aside so he could see my pussy, “I’m a futanari.”
He stepped back a little, his blush getting a little darker, and his eyes growing wide as his mouth dropped open. I suddenly felt a tingling thrill as he eyed my private parts, and felt a creeping feeling of arousal. This close to him, I could feel a little bit of heat coming off his body. A shiver ran through me, looking at his face. He was very handsome, and I felt the urge to lean up and kiss him.
I turned away from him as he scratched his head in wonder, not our of embarrassment, but because I realized I was starting to get an erection. Evan was quiet for a minute, and then came up behind me, putting a hand on my bare shoulder. I tensed at little, feeling a little light head. My penis continued to stiffen, and I couldn’t deny that being this close to Evan was making me horny. I wondered if I had been gay or bisexual in my previous life. I didn’t think so, since when I met him, I had felt no attraction for him until after my transformation. I must just be this woman’s body talking. But still, he was awfully good looking . . .
Putting both hands on my shoulder, Evan said, “It doesn’t matter. We’ll stick together, and we’ll find an answer to all this, uh, Mark.”
He paused for a second, and my skin was rising in goose bumps. My penis had become totally hard, and my breath was coming out in deep gasps. This was completely awkward; I was so turned on by him that I could barely contain myself. My nostrils flared, smelling him, and my dick got even harder. I could now feel a slight moistness between my legs, and I realized that my pussy was wet. It was a freaky thrill to be aroused with two sex organs at the same time.
Evan chuckled a bit, “Uh, I’m having trouble still calling you Mark. You’re too . . .”
I nodded without turning around, “Pretty and feminine. I know.”
I looked at the wall, seeing the Sierra Mist posters. Suddenly, I had an idea.
“How about . . . Misty?” I suggested. It was a pretty name, I liked it. I wouldn’t have minded being Misty.
There was another pause, and then Evan laughed nervously, “I suits you. Misty it is.”
MISTY
Evan suddenly turned me around to face him, my hard on was exposed, but he looked me strait in the face and didn’t notice it. He kept his hands on my shoulders, the contact continuing to arouse me. I felt tingling all over my crotch and my chest rose and fell in deep breaths. Evan looked me right in the eye with determination.
“We can do this, Ma . . . Misty.” He said, “We’ll stick together and find out what happened to us and to everyone else, I promise you that.”
As he said that, he pulled me a little bit closer. Suddenly the tip of my penis was pressed up against his crotch. We both gasped, him from shock, me from excitement, and both of us blushed a deep pink color. My body trembled at the contact with his crotch to the tip of my hard dick, I was terribly excited. I had no idea if I was going to be able to control myself; I realized I wanted to kiss him in the worst way. Dick aside, I was a girl now, so I guessed it was okay.
Evan stared down at my body and whispered, “You’re hard.”
I nodded, it was plainly obvious.
For a while, we said nothing. It was like some kind of energy was passing between us. We looked at each other, in complete silence. I had no idea what he was going to do, but he didn’t move, just stayed there with my cock pressed against his crotch. My heart beat faster as I thought I felt some movement, like he was getting hard himself. And then, he leaned over, getting closer and closer to my face, our lips not far apart. There was a moment’s hesitation, and then he kissed me.
Our lips met and moved against each other. I closed my eyes and melted into his kiss, his lips were so soft and enjoyable. My heart beat faster as our lips touched, enjoying it immensely. I felt no shame or regret, I wanted him to kiss me, and do even more.
Evan suddenly pulled back, his eyes wide in alarm, “Oh, jesus! Mar . . . Misty, I’m sorry. I . . . I couldn’t help it . . . I didn’t mean to . . .”
Frustrated, I reached up and grabbed his shirt with both hands. I pulled him down to my lips and kissed him myself. We kissed and made out, drawing out bodies closer. I slipped my arms around his neck and pulled him close to me. My penis pressed against his crotch and I got a shivering thrill as I felt that he was hard now as well. Our heads moved and our bodies pressed up close, my new breasts were squished tight against his chest.
He broke the kiss and asked me, “Are you sure this is alright?”
I nodded, “I want this. Please, make love to me.”
We kissed some more, our tongues intertwining in each other’s mouths. His lips felt so good against mine. I melted into his arms, feeling the warm glow of his body heat under his clothes. He was completely hard now, I could feel it against mine, and our cocks separated only the cloth of his clothes. Suddenly, I knew exactly what I wanted to do.
I slipped down on my knees and began to undo Evan’s pants. He stared down at me, surprised by the unexpected move. Hey, I was a futa girl now, so this was okay, at least as far as I was concerned. I pulled his pants open and reached into his underwear. I shivered as my hand reached around the shaft of his cock. And then I shoved his pants down and pulled his hard penis out. I trembled; I was so turned on by the sight of it. I loved his hard dick.
I looked up at him, smiling as I jerked him off a little with my hand.
“Oh my god.” He breathed, astonished that I would do this.
I playfully licked the tip of his cock, enjoying the slight moan I heard escape his lips, and then I took his penis into my mouth.
I began to suck him, moving my head back and forth on his penis, taking it deep in my mouth. I felt good there, pressed against my tongue, I felt no shame in the act, just wanton pleasure as I sucked his cock, moving my lips across the shaft. Had I ever done this before? I had no way of knowing, but it seemed to come naturally to me. Maybe it was just something natural about all dick girls, who knows?
As I sucked him I jerked my cock with my other hand. After a while, I moved it down and started rubbing my pussy. I seemed to know instinctively where my clit was, and pleasure flowed from between my legs as I masturbated myself. I was so lucky to have both a penis and a vagina to play with, I decided.
I pulled him out of my mouth and looked up at him, “Take your clothes off.”
He nodded, and pulled his shirt up while I yanked off his shoes and sock and then pulled off his pants and underwear. Soon, he was completely naked like me, his wonderful cock jutting out to me. He got down on his knees and kissed me again, letting his lips move against mine. I reached down as we kissed and took his dick in my hands, gently stroking it. I felt his fingers touch mine, and then wrap around it. Oh my god, he was really touching my cock. We kissed, masturbating each other like that for a while.
“Touch my pussy.” I whispered to him.
He reached down and slipped his fingers onto my brand new slit. My body quivered and I squirmed a little as he fingers stimulated me. I realized then that having both organs might well be the greatest thing imaginable. My tongue slid into his mouth, probing deep with passion.
Suddenly, he pulled back, “Some-something’s wrong.” He gasped.
I gasped myself; his skin was pulsing and fluctuating, rising and falling as if his whole body was breathing all at once. He fell back into a sitting position, looking down at his hands, horrified as he flesh moved and throbbed as if with a life of its own. He looked helplessly at me, his eyes filled with fear.
“What’s happening to me?” He wondered.
All at once, I knew what was happening to him, and the idea excited me to no end: He was transforming the same way I did. I was going to be able to sit here and watch him turn into a futa right in front of me. My penis throbbed and my pussy moistened at the thought. I suppose it was rather callous of me, since he was so obviously terrified, but I couldn’t help myself.
I kissed his lips, “Don’t worry, just let it happen.”
I turned him so he faced the mirror, with his legs spread wide open. I reached down and took his penis in my hand, masturbating him. His body jerked at the transformation began; I could see him rolling his head a little even as he stared at himself; the pleasure and euphoria I had felt starting to take hold of him. I let my penis press against his thigh as I leaned my chin on his shoulder and watched in the mirror.
His red wavy hair began to grow, getting long and longer, spilling down over his shoulders as they narrowed and softened. His face changed and morphed as he body shrunk a little. His body hair was falling off of him, dropping to the floor and leaving smooth skin in its place. His muscles shrunk and withered, becoming less defined and softer. Breasts swelled on his chest, expanding outward and dropping down a little, even as his waist narrowed and his hips curved.
I think I almost came as he changed, getting more beautiful by the second.
His balls had begun to shrink, pulled up to the base of his cock, remaining tight against it, and out of the way of what else was forming down there: A pretty little pussy between his legs. It sunk in and then formed quickly, Evan moaning as his body reshaped itself.
His face pulsed and changed, getting rounder, and more feminine.
It only took a matter of minutes, and finally I was there with a simply gorgeous red headed dick girl. I kissed her lips gently, my body excited.
“You’re a futa now, just like me.” I whispered.
She nodded, kissing me back, “I . . . feel so strange.”
“But you feel good, don’t you?” I smiled.
She giggled, and nodded. Like me, the change seemed to have altered her personality as well, making her completely girlish and cute. I wasn’t going to argue with that. I pressed my lips against hers and let my tongue slip into her mouth.
I broke the kiss, “I think we’re both gonna love being futa.”
She kissed me back, “I think so, too.”
She looked back at the mirror, running a hand over her face and then her breasts, staring at herself in amazement. I suppose the fact that we only remembered being guys for an hour or so helped us accept this. Still, it was quite a shock for her; she continually touched herself, as if to reassure herself that what she was seeing in the mirror was real.
“Is this me?” She whispered, “Is this even possible.”
I put my arms around her neck as I continued to kiss her lips, “What do we call you? Eva? Eve?”
She thought it a little bit and then said, “Eva.”
I kissed her, gently squeezing one of her brand new breasts, “Mmmmm, you’re sexy, Eva.”
I laid her down on her back, getting over her and kissing those lovely lips. Our hard dicks touched each other, stimulating us both with the contact. I breasts touched, our nipples getting hard and our mouths moved against each other. I kissed her neck and moved down her body, kissing her breasts and sucking on her nipples, gently and playfully biting them and making the harder. I loved the taste of her nipples in my mouth.
I kissed down her body, tonguing her belly button a little, and then moved down to her crotch. I spread her legs, exposing both her organs to me. Eagerly, I took her dick in my hand and began to stroke it, hearing her moan a little as her body moved. I let the fingers from my other hand drop down and touch her pussy, playing with the lips and rubbing her clit.
Licking the tip first, I took her cock in my mouth and began to suck her, moving my head up and down on her penis, bobbing as I sucked rapidly, causing my pretty futa friend to moan and gasp in ecstasy. I ran my tongue over the shaft in loving long licks and sucked on her tiny balls, before moving down to her pussy, which I found soaking with her juices. I spread her pussy lips and let my tongue find her clit, wiggling it and licking it, sucking on it a little as I slipped my fingers into her. Eva’s hips moved with my rhythm, and I could tell she was really enjoying it.
After a while, she moaned, “I wanna taste yours.”
That sounded like a good idea to me.
I moved her on her side and lay down opposite her, getting us into a sideways sixty nine position. Eva went right to work, slipping my dick between those luscious lips and rubbing my slit with her fingers. I moaned and shuddered, returning the favor with gusto as I took her cock deep in my throat and slipped my fingers into her pussy. We sixty nined like that for what seemed like for ever, our bodies writhing against each other as our mouths did their work, two horny futanari lost in each other’s arms.
After a while, I stopped her and rolled her back on her back. Getting over her, I pressed my cock on hers and gripped them both with my hand. She sucked in air as I began thrusting my hips, rubbing our dicks together and masturbating them both at once. Eva bit her lip, tilting her head back, her hands rubbing her tits.
“Oh, Misty, that feels good.” She moaned.
I kissed her, in full agreement. But I wanted more.
I stood a little and moved myself over Eva’s dick. Reaching down with one hand, I guided it towards my pussy as I lowered myself down and slipped her penis into me. I shuddered and groaned as this new body was penetrated for the first time. I began to ride her, moving up and down, thrusting my hips and driving her deeper into. Pleasure filled my body as I moved, enjoying the big dick inside me. We moaned and kissed each other as we fucked, Eva writhing under me in joy. God, it was so intense.
We were both sweating as the thrust ourselves at each other, our bodies shuddering while we kissed each other passionately. Eva squeezed my boobs as I rode her, the sounds of our moans and the slapping sounds of our sex filling the empty studio, reverberating through the wide room. I kept looking in that mirror and marveling at how sexy this looked. I cried out as my body convulsed.
And then Eva said, “I wanna get fucked too! Please, Misty, fuck me!”
That didn’t sound like a bad idea either.
I kissed her lips, “You got it.”
I got off of her and pushed her leg sup and back. Her dual sex organs were fully exposed to me in that position, and she looked just delicious; her cock hard and throbbing, her pussy wet and inviting. Man, had I transformed into a little pervert. But I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I rubbed my cock over her pussy, running the shaft of it up and down against her slit, enjoying the way she squirmed and moaned. I touched her cock with my hand a little and masturbated her, watching her face contort with desire as I did. She looked so cute like that.
Leaning forward a little, I entered her, just the tip at first, slowly sliding into her virginal pussy. She arched her back and cried out as I penetrated her, reaching up and gripping my shoulders. I began to thrust my hips, fucking her, moving in and out of her pussy with a slow deliberate movements. I groaned, it felt so good to be inside this tight little hole. I moved in and out, screwing my only friend in the world good. She cried out and gasped in appreciation. She looked so beautiful, naked and uninhibited, relenting to her desires, the way a pretty dick girl should be; at least as far as I was concerned.
I moved faster and faster, picking up speed and fucking her good as we both writhed against each other, our breasts and cocks rubbing together as we made love, our lips passionately kissing each other, our tongue probing each other’s mouths deep. We were so intense; it was like we had fallen in love with each other temporarily, just for this one moment.
For a split second, while we moaned and filled the studio with our cries, the sounds echoing off the wide walls, I thought I saw some kind of movement outside the window out of the corner of my eye. When I looked, it was gone, and the outside was as quiet as it had been before.
I turned my attention to more pleasant matters: Namely the horny, needful futa girl that I had my cock in. I fucked her faster and harder, letting her twist and undulate under me. God, if felt so good to be inside her like this. I screwed her firmly, kissing those beautiful, thick, dick sucking lips with relish. Eva moved her hips at me, moaning and wailing as she was fucked.
“Ah! Misty!” She cried, “I . . . I’m gonna cum!”
“That’s right.” I moaned, looking into her eyes, “Cum for me, baby.”
She’s called it a little too soon, unfamiliar as she was with her body. It took quite a bit longer, but finally she practically exploded under me, writhing in delight as she shivered from head to toe, screaming loudly with what must have been an incredible orgasm. I kept thrusting at her until she finished cumming, flopping back on the floor, her eyes wide as I kissed her repeatedly.
“That . . . mmmm . . . that was.” She moaned dreamily, “You’re right, I do love being a futanari.”
My imagination was already working on other ways we could explore these new bodies. For the moment, that was more important to me then finding someone else alive. I know, I know: Irresponsible. But you try having two sex organs and not thinking of sex all the time. And at the moment, I had a supremely naughty idea; one that I was both anxious and apprehensive to try.
I turned away from Eva and got down on my hands and knees. Spreading my legs wide, I reached behind myself and slipped a couple of fingers inside myself. Not in my pussy, mind you; I pushed them into my ass, moving them in and out and loosening myself up. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but they felt really good in there. I kept doing that, while Eva sat up and watched my lustily, licking her lips a little.
“Do you like this?” I asked her, “Do you like seeing me do this?”
“Oh yeah.” Eva said, stroking her stiff dick, “That’s hot, you’re so naughty.”
I winked at her over my shoulder, “Wanna fuck me in the ass?”
Had I said that? It felt a little weird to ask her that, but I knew I wanted it.
“Hell yeah.” She got up and came up behind me, her cock twitching as she moved.
I had two fingers from each hand up my ass now, stretching myself out and finger fucking myself at the same time. Just doing this felt good, but I couldn’t wait to get Eva’s juicy looking meat up there. I pulled my fingers out and Eva gingerly placed the tip of her cock against my hole. Very carefully, she pushed it in, just the tip. I groaned and my body jerked. There was a little bit of paint to be sure, but not as much as you’d imagine (I have a theory, that futas are made for sex, so we’re altered to make it easier for one of us to take it up the ass. Lucky us!). She pushed into me as I moaned going slowly until she could go no further, and then she little by little began to move in and out, gradually picking up speed as my ass accepted her.
I flopped down on the floor, face first, my ass up in the air and my legs sprawled wide. Reaching between my legs with both hands, I gripped my cock and started jerking it with one and rubbed my clit with the other. I moaned and twisted and squirmed with joy under her as she turned me into a little futa anal slut. It was a nasty fact: I was being sodomized and I was enjoying it. God I loved this, the feeling was incredible. I moaned and cried out, feeling more animal then person at the moment. My body jerked back and forth, my breasts slapping together and swaying like pendulums.
My eyes rolled back in my head as she screwed me, plunging deep into me. I could hear her moaning and grunting as she exerted herself, stretching my ass and making me squirm under her. I didn’t mind at all, it felt amazingly great, like having my pussy fucked from the inside. I could feel pleasure building between my legs, and I realized that I was about to cum soon, a least with my pussy.
“Mmmm,” Eva gasped, “Your ass feels great. Do you like?”
“Oh god, Eva!” I cried, “I like it! Don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.”
I rubbed my clit faster with my fingers as Eva shoved her cock way up my ass till I thought the head was going to poke my lungs. I cried out in pleasure, my whole body convulsing as the orgasm exploded from between my legs, the waves and waves of what felt like endless pleasure washing over my body. I twisted and moaned, losing all control, now wanting any as I abandoned myself to the feelings in my body.
Eva pulled out of me and I fell to the floor, rubbing my naughty bits as the orgasm finally subsided, panting with lust. I then pushed myself up on my hands, still feeling energized. My penis was still hard and excited.
I winked at Eva, “Your turn.”
Grinning from ear to ear, Eva lay back down on her back, where she seemed to like to be, and spread her legs. Using her fingers, she prepared her asshole the same way I did, while I sat in front of her, gently massaging my cock. It looked so hot to see her finger fucking and stretching her ass like that, I could have just watched her do that all day, but I knew I had to get my dick into that tight little butt of hers.
She pulled her fingers out and I moved in, pressing the tip of my cock against her butt. I slid in slowly, showing the same concern for her that she had for me. She arched her back, her eyes bulging wide as I penetrated her. Soon I was fucking her, making her body jerk and spasm uncontrollably as I sodomized her. Goddamn, her ass felt so good around my cock. Her teeth gritted by her beautiful eyes sparkled with life and enjoyment. Soon, I had made her MY futa anal slut, and she loved it. She gripped her cock and masturbated as I screwed her.
“Ah! I feel so good. Fuck my ass harder.” Eva begged me.
Hard to believe this used to be a guy who was embarrassed to look at my tits.
I plunged deep into her, feeling the body wrap tightly around my cock. I grunted and groaned, sweating as I did her, watching her squirm like an animal under me. Her tits flopped back and forth with each thrust I gave her, my own doing the same as she rapidly jerked off, her hand moving up and down on her hard dick.
“Ha! Ah! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” Eva cried, arching her back.
She beat her meat faster and then writhed with delight as she came, this time with her penis, squirting cum all over her chest and stomach in quick splashed, moaning and crying out while I shoved my rod up her butt as far as I could. She masturbated rapidly, shuddering and ejaculating and second and third time as she spilled her futa seed all over herself.
That was all I could take; I pulled out my cock and rapidly masturbated over her, crying out as my body spasmed uncontrollably while an orgasm raced through my dick and into my body. I ejaculated over her, moaning as I came in spurts, my cum splashing on her and mixing with hers.
Eva pushed herself up and grabbed me. We kissed and tongued each other passionately, out lips pressed together, our cum drenched bodies rubbing together.
“I love you.” I said kissing her.
I don’t know what made me say that. I just did, and at that moment, I felt it.
“I love you, too.” Eva breathed, kissing and hugging me.
We lay there in each other’s arms, spent, kissing and caressing each other, appreciating each other’s new bodies, for a long time. When we finally got our strength back we got shakily back to our feet.
Since this was a dance studio, we found a locker room and working showers in the back where we cleaned up, which took a little longer then it should have since we kept making out while the water trickled down over our naked futanari bodies. Once we were all clean and dry, we put out clothes back on.
My clothes felt unnatural and baggy. I hated the way they looked, and I grimaced as I put them back on. I would have almost rather just walked around naked. At any rate, we resumed our search for answers to our predicament, and the strange things that seemed to be happening.
We walked back out into the fog and made our way back through the shopping court. We continued for a bit, and then suddenly, I stopped dead. I really, really HATED these clothes. Eva stopped and turned to look at me, questioningly.
“What wrong?” She asked.
“I hate these clothes. I really, really HATE these clothes.” I told her.
She nodded, “I know what you mean. I hate ‘em too. They feel so unnatural.”
I nodded, looking across the courtyard. Right in front of us was the large women’s clothing store that we had seen earlier. We looked at each other, smiling, and then both of us ran towards the store, pulling the ugly men’s clothes off as we ran. By the time we reached the doors, we were both completely naked again. We dashed through the doors, giggling excitedly.
It took us a good six hours, but we finally found some outfits that we liked. I was dressed in a short form fitting strapless black dress, that really accented my large new boobs, and knee high stiletto heeled boots that took a little bit of practice to walk in. Eva had herself done up in a sexy school girl outfit with a tiny plaid mini skirt, fishnet stocking, and a button up mini half top that left her midriff and most of her cleavage exposed. We helped ourselves to some jewelry as well, and even managed to figure out how to do a light make up.
Dressed to kill, and feeling much better in our sexy outfits, we headed out again. Despite the time, the town was still shrouded in fog. The sun had begun to set as we made our way back to the street. There was still no sign of anyone except the two of us. We held hands as we kept walking, searching the empty streets an alleys.
And then, we heard someone: Specifically, we heard someone screaming. We ran as fast as we could in our heels towards the sounds of the voices. Soon we found them, and Asian woman in short traditional Chinese dress, probably a waitress somewhere, and a tall black man dressed in slacks, and nice shirt and a tie, were scrambling away from something, screaming in horror. It was the first living people besides each other that we had seen since first waking up.
At first, we couldn’t see what they were running from, but then it came into view. My mouth dropped open: It was the waitress I’d seen dead in the diner! She was crawling after them on all fours, her pale, bloated dead skin evident. Her arms and legs were twisted in bizarre, unnatural positions giving her the look of a spider as the moved. He mouth seemed to be about three times as big as it should have been, and a long saliva dripping tongue rolled out of her mouth. Her eyes bulged in her head, unblinking and mad.
“Tasty! Tasty! Fleshy! Fleshy!” She croaked in a hoarse, guttural voice.
The dead thing scurried across the street towards the two. Abruptly, it stopped, seemingly forgetting its potential prey as it sensed new arrivals to the seen. The head rotated around with sickening cracking sound and it suddenly stared in our direction. That grossly long tongue snaked out of its mouth as it grinned at us and giggled insanely.
“Tasty!” It gurgled.
And then, with a sudden, blinding movement, in lurched itself in out direction.
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Conclusion of report 001.
Account continued in report 002
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INCIDENT:
REPORT 001
By Hardcover
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The following document is a first person account of the sequence of events commonly known as “The Futapolis Incident” in the area previously known as Angeles
Enclosed documents are eyes only, anyone accessing must have G4 clearance or higher, all applicable laws apply.
Document as follows:
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MARK
I was born on the cold hard floor of a greasy spoon diner in downtown L.A. Actually that is an exaggeration, as I know now that I was born in Jersey of all places in hospital that has since been torn down and turned into a parking lot. But, as far as I am concerned, and for all intents and purposes, my life began on the floor of the unassuming diner. Whatever had happened to me before in my life was immaterial, everything started for me on that dull, scruffy, well traveled tile floor.
I awoke slowly, gently fading into consciousness as I came too. I had no idea where I was or how I had gotten there, just a vague reaction to the sound of music of some kind playing somewhere near me. I struggled through the haze and my mind began to awake from its slumber. It took a while for me to float out of my sleep and bring myself into a drug like stupor before finally managing to get my eyes open. The music continued and I took in what I saw: Tables and chairs and booths in the back, and the dirty floor of black and white tiles just under my eyes.
I struggled to my feet, completely delirious, my legs feeling like rubber. I looked around myself at the rest of the diner. I seemed to be the only one there. The tables and booths were all empty, and I saw no waitress behind the counter nor a cook in the kitchen beyond. I didn’t recognize the place at all, looking around; I tried to spot anything familiar, something that would remind me how I came to be here. Nothing seemed familiar.
I looked towards the front window, one of those huge panes of glass next to the door that looked out onto the street outside. A thick fog rolled by, obscuring the view.
I tried to remember how I had come to be on the floor in this restaurant, but nothing came forward. I tried to think of what was the last thing I remembered; I was horrified when I couldn’t remember a thing! I tried to recall what my name was; my heart sank and my knees buckled as I couldn’t remember a single thing. I didn’t even know what my own name was.
I had amnesia.
I don’t know how long I stood there stunned and not knowing what to do before I thought to check for a wallet. I rummaged through the pockets of my pants and the coat I was wearing but came up with nothing. No wallet; no identification. And no clue to who I was. The only thing I found was a small torn picture in one of the jacket pockets. I was of a young man in his early twenties with his arm around someone else. Whoever it was wasn’t in the part of the picture that I had.
I spied a restroom over in the back and quickly moved forward to it, pushing the door open. The bathroom looked like it had been used quite a bit: graffiti carved into the walls, paint peeling off the sides and so forth. I crossed to the sink and looked into the mirror in front of it.
I was male, and young, early twenties at a guess, maybe twenty or twenty one. I had black hair that looked like it had been brushed back on my head but now a mess, and deep brown eyes. My face was round and small, my ears not visible in the brush of my hair. I wore a pair of pleated black pants, a white V-neck polo shirt, and a blue sports coat. I could tell now that the figure in the picture was myself.
Aside from that, the face in the mirror was that of a total stranger.
Turning the picture over in my hands, I found some writing on the back. In cursive letters, it read: “Good times, eh, Mark?”
Mark? Was that my name?
Dejected and scared, I walked out of the bathroom and back into the diner. Suddenly, there was a loud sound from outside, like a foghorn, which blasted across the room. I jumped, startled by the noise. It blared for a few seconds and then stopped, fading off into nothingness.
It was replaced by another sound, that of a phone ringing.
I looked around and found that an old, battered pay phone on the wall was the source of the rings. Hesitantly, I walked over to it and picked up the receiver.
“Hello?” I said, a stranger’s voice issuing from my mouth.
A man’s voice, low and droning, spoke on the other side, “So, you’re awake?”
Confused by the question, I numbly answered, “Yes.”
“And you’re in the diner?” He asked
“Yes.” I confirmed, not sure what the caller was getting at.
“And you’re confused?”
“Yes. What’s happened to me? How did I get here? Who am I?”
“Thank you.” The voice said, and the line went dead.
I held the phone in my hands, shivering a bit. There was no dial tone anymore. I hit the buttons a few times but nothing happened. I stood there, numbly, staring at the battered face of the pay phone, for several minutes. Fear was clutching at my stomach, sending shivers all over my body. I had no name, no identity, and no place to go. I was as lost as it was possible to be.
I wandered over to where the counter was and suddenly I doubled over. I felt a dull throbbing all over my body, my skin clenching and tightening. I wrapped my arms around myself as a weird shiver ran through my whole body. Just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. I stood up, rubbing my shoulders. What had that been? Was I sick?
I leaned on the counter and then noticed something that seemed to be crumpled up on the floor. I came around the counter, thinking it some pile of towels or something, but then I saw what it was and screamed: A waitress, clad in a pink and white outfit, lay sprawled on the floor behind the counter. Her arms and legs were splayed in different directions, and her mouth was wide open, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. Her skirt was pulled up and her panties exposed, and the front of her uniform torn open, along with her bra, leaving one bare breast hanging out.
She was very dead.
She had probably been beautiful once, but now her face was pale and bloated, with blue veins spider webbing across her skin. I stared down and the recoiled in horror, jumping back and tripping over the stools. I fell painfully to the floor and scrambled backwards. I got to my feet and ran out the front door, not even sure of where I was going, just wanting to get out of there.
The street was as deserted as the diner. Everywhere I looked, it seemed empty and deserted. No a soul in sight. A few cars dotted the side walks, and what I could see through the fog, all the stores seemed to be empty. I ran out into the street, calling for help, but I got no response. The air was warm, and humid, and seemed to cling to my skin. I took the jacket off and slung it over my shoulder.
I began to walk down the street, picking a direction at random and simply heading that way. I had no idea of where I was going, or where I was for that matter. I simply pushed on through the fog, looking for someone, anyone at all.
The more I walked, the creepier it became. Everywhere I went, there seemed to be no one, as if the town had been simply abandoned over night. I saw cars, parked in the middle of the street, with their doors hanging open, as if someone had left them in a big, big hurry. The more I walked, the more fearful I became, hoping against hope that I would wake from this horrible nightmare.
So preoccupied with my own fear was I, that I didn’t see the other man round the corner until I almost ran into him.
We both yelped as we staggered back, trying not to collide with each other. I stopped and said nothing for a few seconds as I stared at the first other living person I had seen in all my memories.
“Uh, sorry.” I said.
“Yeah, sorry.” The other man said.
He had red hair, a mess at the moment like mine, green eyes, and was dressed in jeans and a plain grey T-shirt. He was young, a little younger the me, maybe eighteen or nineteen years old. He stared at me with the same kind of hopeful expression that I probably had.
“Have you seen anyone else?” He asked me, snapping me out of my stupor.
“No. No one.” I told him. “Do you know what happened?”
He shook his head, “No. Do you, ah, remember anything at all?”
My shoulders slumped, “Not a thing.”
Well, we were both in the same boat. No real help here, but still, I was happy to be in the company of another person finally. And two heads were, of course, better then one.
The other man spoke to me, “I think my name is Evan, it’s written on the tag of my shirt.”
He offered me a hand, I took it, “Mark. I found it on a picture in my pocket.”
After that, there wasn’t much else to say. We continued to explore together, trying to find anything else we could. Anyone would have been nice, anyone with a memory or some explanation of what was going on here. It was an uncomfortable, unbearable silence, but what was there to talk about? Neither of us had a past, the best we could do was describe how we’d both come to. Evan had apparently found himself waking up on the lunch counter in an empty high school. He received no phone call, however, and was intrigued by the one I’d gotten.
“And that’s all he wanted to know?” He asked.
“That’s it.” I shrugged, “Was I awake and was I confused. Nothing else.”
I had omitted the discovery of the body from my story. I knew how upsetting his situation was, and I figured it would be a bad move to aggravate that. We continued walking, passing into a shopping plaza. It was the sort of place that should be bustling with activity, but now it was empty and as quiet as a tomb. I stared around me, looking at the silent scenery. Were we actually the only two people left in the world? What a quietly tragic fate that would have been?
“I don’t hear any birds.” I mentioned, realizing sudden, “I haven’t since I woke up.”
“Neither have I.” Evan nodded.
We exchanged fearful glances, not even the animals seemed to reside in this town anymore. We were as alone as it was possible to be.
Most of the stores seemed to have their doors open, a chilling clue that whatever happened to chase everyone away happened during business hours. I wandered around the plaza, looking at the huge, still functioning fountain in the center, the rush of trickling water being the only sound that we could hear.
I saw a huge women’s department store, loaded with mannequins in the windows, all the hippest fashions, most aimed at the clubbing set, with plenty of cleavage showing tops and tiny form hugging dresses.
As Evan moved into one of the stores, checking inside the door, I suddenly doubled over and felt my body pulse and throb again. I let out a low moan as my skin shuddered. Just as soon as it had started, it faded away, leaving me perplexed and more then a little frightened. As I straitened up, I became aware that I suddenly had an erection. I adjusted my pants to make it less obvious.
Leaving the jacket on the edge of the fountain, I began to look around some more, walking into the first door I came to. It led into a dance studio of some kind. Completely empty, except for the large mirror on one wall with the railing across it like these places always had. It felt so strange to know that yet have no actual memories of seeing it. On the far wall I could see several posters advertising Sierra Mist. Either the company had sponsored this place or someone really liked that drink.
I walked into the studio, looking around, spying my still unfamiliar reflection in the mirror. All at once, I became aware that I was inexplicably becoming aroused, getting horny for no apparent reason. My penis stiffened in my pants as tingles flowed over my body. I felt my body pulse and throb once more, but more so then it had before. I staggered back as waves of delightful euphoria spilled over in me. I felt my body growing hot as my skin spasmed and bulged.
I was changing, somehow, my body being reshaped by forces I didn’t understand. I felt my hair growing, spilling down over my face and down past my shoulders. I gave a cry of alarm, my arms and legs shrinking and thinning, my whole body starting to shrink a little. Pleasure was flowing through me, exploding in my mind and making me act entirely on impulse.
I tore my shirt off, falling to my knees, banging them painfully on the hardwood floor. I threw the tattered garment aside and stared in shock as I began to grow a pair of breasts, getting bigger and bigger as I moaned, unable to control how bizarrely good this strange transformation felt. In a weirdly involuntary motion, I ripped off my pants and shoes, shoving my pants down my legs and off and tearing my underwear off. I wasn’t thinking strait at all, acting on some kind of instinct.
I could see my hips curving as my body and face reconstructed itself. I closed my eyes and shook as the changes commenced, twisting and convulsing on the floor as the undeniable feelings of delight took hold of me. My brain was fogged, and I felt the curious sensation that somehow, that was changing too. I felt a strange tightening between my legs as I shook with the uncontrollable spasms.
It only took about five minutes. When the episode ceased, I lay crumple in a heap on the floor. As I crawled up from where I was I looked at my reflection in the mirror, and gasped in both shock and awe.
I was a woman now that was for sure.
My hair was long and black, and ran down over my shoulders, getting wavy at the ends. My brown eyes were wider and more expressive, my face round and pretty sporting a small nose and thick, full lips. My body was full and curvy, my skin soft and white. My breasts were big and full, easily a D-cup without being gigantic, and my hips round and sensual. My legs were long and sexy, and my butt was soft and heart shaped. I was definitely a woman now, and a beautiful woman at that, if I do say so myself.
Well, sort of a woman, I still had my penis. Whatever male castration anxieties I possessed breathed a sigh of relief. It hung down between my legs, thick and long. My testicles seemed to have shrunk, my scrotum a tightly held bulge at the base of my cock. Something else felt funny down there, however.
Could it be . . . ?
I squatted down and opened my legs in front of the mirror and let out a gasp: There, just under my penis, was perfectly formed female vagina. I stared, not sure how to react. I had both? How was that possible? Somehow, I knew the word for what I was: A futanari. A girl, completely feminine, but with both sex organs working perfectly. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but I was intrigued by my new shape.
It wasn’t just my body that had changed; I could feel like I was different in my mind as well. It seemed like my memories of before the transformation were like an odd dream, remembered but seen through a glass bubble. And I was horny still, feeling a tingling sensation all over my body, as well as a light euphoria. I stared at my naked, unusual, but gorgeous body: What was I supposed to do now? I still didn’t know who I was, nor what had happened to everyone.
I stood up, still transfixed by the pretty futa reflected in the mirror. So transfixed that I didn’t hear it when Evan walked in the door, I jumped when I heard his voice.
“Woah!” Evan cried, “I’m sorry, Miss. I didn’t know you were in here.”
I turned and looked at him; he was blushing and averting his eyes from my nudity. He then leaned out the door, and called out.
“Mark! I found someone!” He called.
I guess he hadn’t seen me go in here. He called my name several times before I finally spoke up.
“Evan.” I said.
He turned to me, and blushed again at the sight of my naked body. He was so bent on not looking at me, that he hadn’t even noticed my dick yet. He stared me right in the face, not looking down. It was frustrating how polite he was. Then, suddenly, his eyes lit up.
“You know my name?” He said excitedly, “Do you know me? Do you know who I am?”
“Evan, it’s me.” I said, not sure how to tell him.
“I’m sorry, I don’t remember you. I don’t remember a thing.” He said rapidly, the hope in his eyes almost heart rending.
“Evan, it’s me. It’s Mark.” I told him levelly, “Something’s happened to me.”
He stared at me, speechless. I don’t know what it was that finally made him believe me. Maybe there was still something recognizable in my face or my eyes, I don’t know. He seemed to weigh the idea of whether I was telling the truth or whether I was just some nutty bimbo who ended up naked in a dance studio. After a long silence, he finally spoke.
“Mark, is it really you?” He whispered.
I nodded.
“How is this possible?” He wondered.
I shrugged, “I don’t know.”
“You’re a woman now.” He said, risking a glance down, and stating the obvious.
“Not entirely.” I said pointing down between my legs. I got a good chuckle out of the shocked expression on his face when he looked down.
“Jesus Christ! You still have your dick!” He cried, “You’re a fuck’n shemale!”
“Actually, I’ve got both.” I said pulling my junk aside so he could see my pussy, “I’m a futanari.”
He stepped back a little, his blush getting a little darker, and his eyes growing wide as his mouth dropped open. I suddenly felt a tingling thrill as he eyed my private parts, and felt a creeping feeling of arousal. This close to him, I could feel a little bit of heat coming off his body. A shiver ran through me, looking at his face. He was very handsome, and I felt the urge to lean up and kiss him.
I turned away from him as he scratched his head in wonder, not our of embarrassment, but because I realized I was starting to get an erection. Evan was quiet for a minute, and then came up behind me, putting a hand on my bare shoulder. I tensed at little, feeling a little light head. My penis continued to stiffen, and I couldn’t deny that being this close to Evan was making me horny. I wondered if I had been gay or bisexual in my previous life. I didn’t think so, since when I met him, I had felt no attraction for him until after my transformation. I must just be this woman’s body talking. But still, he was awfully good looking . . .
Putting both hands on my shoulder, Evan said, “It doesn’t matter. We’ll stick together, and we’ll find an answer to all this, uh, Mark.”
He paused for a second, and my skin was rising in goose bumps. My penis had become totally hard, and my breath was coming out in deep gasps. This was completely awkward; I was so turned on by him that I could barely contain myself. My nostrils flared, smelling him, and my dick got even harder. I could now feel a slight moistness between my legs, and I realized that my pussy was wet. It was a freaky thrill to be aroused with two sex organs at the same time.
Evan chuckled a bit, “Uh, I’m having trouble still calling you Mark. You’re too . . .”
I nodded without turning around, “Pretty and feminine. I know.”
I looked at the wall, seeing the Sierra Mist posters. Suddenly, I had an idea.
“How about . . . Misty?” I suggested. It was a pretty name, I liked it. I wouldn’t have minded being Misty.
There was another pause, and then Evan laughed nervously, “I suits you. Misty it is.”
MISTY
Evan suddenly turned me around to face him, my hard on was exposed, but he looked me strait in the face and didn’t notice it. He kept his hands on my shoulders, the contact continuing to arouse me. I felt tingling all over my crotch and my chest rose and fell in deep breaths. Evan looked me right in the eye with determination.
“We can do this, Ma . . . Misty.” He said, “We’ll stick together and find out what happened to us and to everyone else, I promise you that.”
As he said that, he pulled me a little bit closer. Suddenly the tip of my penis was pressed up against his crotch. We both gasped, him from shock, me from excitement, and both of us blushed a deep pink color. My body trembled at the contact with his crotch to the tip of my hard dick, I was terribly excited. I had no idea if I was going to be able to control myself; I realized I wanted to kiss him in the worst way. Dick aside, I was a girl now, so I guessed it was okay.
Evan stared down at my body and whispered, “You’re hard.”
I nodded, it was plainly obvious.
For a while, we said nothing. It was like some kind of energy was passing between us. We looked at each other, in complete silence. I had no idea what he was going to do, but he didn’t move, just stayed there with my cock pressed against his crotch. My heart beat faster as I thought I felt some movement, like he was getting hard himself. And then, he leaned over, getting closer and closer to my face, our lips not far apart. There was a moment’s hesitation, and then he kissed me.
Our lips met and moved against each other. I closed my eyes and melted into his kiss, his lips were so soft and enjoyable. My heart beat faster as our lips touched, enjoying it immensely. I felt no shame or regret, I wanted him to kiss me, and do even more.
Evan suddenly pulled back, his eyes wide in alarm, “Oh, jesus! Mar . . . Misty, I’m sorry. I . . . I couldn’t help it . . . I didn’t mean to . . .”
Frustrated, I reached up and grabbed his shirt with both hands. I pulled him down to my lips and kissed him myself. We kissed and made out, drawing out bodies closer. I slipped my arms around his neck and pulled him close to me. My penis pressed against his crotch and I got a shivering thrill as I felt that he was hard now as well. Our heads moved and our bodies pressed up close, my new breasts were squished tight against his chest.
He broke the kiss and asked me, “Are you sure this is alright?”
I nodded, “I want this. Please, make love to me.”
We kissed some more, our tongues intertwining in each other’s mouths. His lips felt so good against mine. I melted into his arms, feeling the warm glow of his body heat under his clothes. He was completely hard now, I could feel it against mine, and our cocks separated only the cloth of his clothes. Suddenly, I knew exactly what I wanted to do.
I slipped down on my knees and began to undo Evan’s pants. He stared down at me, surprised by the unexpected move. Hey, I was a futa girl now, so this was okay, at least as far as I was concerned. I pulled his pants open and reached into his underwear. I shivered as my hand reached around the shaft of his cock. And then I shoved his pants down and pulled his hard penis out. I trembled; I was so turned on by the sight of it. I loved his hard dick.
I looked up at him, smiling as I jerked him off a little with my hand.
“Oh my god.” He breathed, astonished that I would do this.
I playfully licked the tip of his cock, enjoying the slight moan I heard escape his lips, and then I took his penis into my mouth.
I began to suck him, moving my head back and forth on his penis, taking it deep in my mouth. I felt good there, pressed against my tongue, I felt no shame in the act, just wanton pleasure as I sucked his cock, moving my lips across the shaft. Had I ever done this before? I had no way of knowing, but it seemed to come naturally to me. Maybe it was just something natural about all dick girls, who knows?
As I sucked him I jerked my cock with my other hand. After a while, I moved it down and started rubbing my pussy. I seemed to know instinctively where my clit was, and pleasure flowed from between my legs as I masturbated myself. I was so lucky to have both a penis and a vagina to play with, I decided.
I pulled him out of my mouth and looked up at him, “Take your clothes off.”
He nodded, and pulled his shirt up while I yanked off his shoes and sock and then pulled off his pants and underwear. Soon, he was completely naked like me, his wonderful cock jutting out to me. He got down on his knees and kissed me again, letting his lips move against mine. I reached down as we kissed and took his dick in my hands, gently stroking it. I felt his fingers touch mine, and then wrap around it. Oh my god, he was really touching my cock. We kissed, masturbating each other like that for a while.
“Touch my pussy.” I whispered to him.
He reached down and slipped his fingers onto my brand new slit. My body quivered and I squirmed a little as he fingers stimulated me. I realized then that having both organs might well be the greatest thing imaginable. My tongue slid into his mouth, probing deep with passion.
Suddenly, he pulled back, “Some-something’s wrong.” He gasped.
I gasped myself; his skin was pulsing and fluctuating, rising and falling as if his whole body was breathing all at once. He fell back into a sitting position, looking down at his hands, horrified as he flesh moved and throbbed as if with a life of its own. He looked helplessly at me, his eyes filled with fear.
“What’s happening to me?” He wondered.
All at once, I knew what was happening to him, and the idea excited me to no end: He was transforming the same way I did. I was going to be able to sit here and watch him turn into a futa right in front of me. My penis throbbed and my pussy moistened at the thought. I suppose it was rather callous of me, since he was so obviously terrified, but I couldn’t help myself.
I kissed his lips, “Don’t worry, just let it happen.”
I turned him so he faced the mirror, with his legs spread wide open. I reached down and took his penis in my hand, masturbating him. His body jerked at the transformation began; I could see him rolling his head a little even as he stared at himself; the pleasure and euphoria I had felt starting to take hold of him. I let my penis press against his thigh as I leaned my chin on his shoulder and watched in the mirror.
His red wavy hair began to grow, getting long and longer, spilling down over his shoulders as they narrowed and softened. His face changed and morphed as he body shrunk a little. His body hair was falling off of him, dropping to the floor and leaving smooth skin in its place. His muscles shrunk and withered, becoming less defined and softer. Breasts swelled on his chest, expanding outward and dropping down a little, even as his waist narrowed and his hips curved.
I think I almost came as he changed, getting more beautiful by the second.
His balls had begun to shrink, pulled up to the base of his cock, remaining tight against it, and out of the way of what else was forming down there: A pretty little pussy between his legs. It sunk in and then formed quickly, Evan moaning as his body reshaped itself.
His face pulsed and changed, getting rounder, and more feminine.
It only took a matter of minutes, and finally I was there with a simply gorgeous red headed dick girl. I kissed her lips gently, my body excited.
“You’re a futa now, just like me.” I whispered.
She nodded, kissing me back, “I . . . feel so strange.”
“But you feel good, don’t you?” I smiled.
She giggled, and nodded. Like me, the change seemed to have altered her personality as well, making her completely girlish and cute. I wasn’t going to argue with that. I pressed my lips against hers and let my tongue slip into her mouth.
I broke the kiss, “I think we’re both gonna love being futa.”
She kissed me back, “I think so, too.”
She looked back at the mirror, running a hand over her face and then her breasts, staring at herself in amazement. I suppose the fact that we only remembered being guys for an hour or so helped us accept this. Still, it was quite a shock for her; she continually touched herself, as if to reassure herself that what she was seeing in the mirror was real.
“Is this me?” She whispered, “Is this even possible.”
I put my arms around her neck as I continued to kiss her lips, “What do we call you? Eva? Eve?”
She thought it a little bit and then said, “Eva.”
I kissed her, gently squeezing one of her brand new breasts, “Mmmmm, you’re sexy, Eva.”
I laid her down on her back, getting over her and kissing those lovely lips. Our hard dicks touched each other, stimulating us both with the contact. I breasts touched, our nipples getting hard and our mouths moved against each other. I kissed her neck and moved down her body, kissing her breasts and sucking on her nipples, gently and playfully biting them and making the harder. I loved the taste of her nipples in my mouth.
I kissed down her body, tonguing her belly button a little, and then moved down to her crotch. I spread her legs, exposing both her organs to me. Eagerly, I took her dick in my hand and began to stroke it, hearing her moan a little as her body moved. I let the fingers from my other hand drop down and touch her pussy, playing with the lips and rubbing her clit.
Licking the tip first, I took her cock in my mouth and began to suck her, moving my head up and down on her penis, bobbing as I sucked rapidly, causing my pretty futa friend to moan and gasp in ecstasy. I ran my tongue over the shaft in loving long licks and sucked on her tiny balls, before moving down to her pussy, which I found soaking with her juices. I spread her pussy lips and let my tongue find her clit, wiggling it and licking it, sucking on it a little as I slipped my fingers into her. Eva’s hips moved with my rhythm, and I could tell she was really enjoying it.
After a while, she moaned, “I wanna taste yours.”
That sounded like a good idea to me.
I moved her on her side and lay down opposite her, getting us into a sideways sixty nine position. Eva went right to work, slipping my dick between those luscious lips and rubbing my slit with her fingers. I moaned and shuddered, returning the favor with gusto as I took her cock deep in my throat and slipped my fingers into her pussy. We sixty nined like that for what seemed like for ever, our bodies writhing against each other as our mouths did their work, two horny futanari lost in each other’s arms.
After a while, I stopped her and rolled her back on her back. Getting over her, I pressed my cock on hers and gripped them both with my hand. She sucked in air as I began thrusting my hips, rubbing our dicks together and masturbating them both at once. Eva bit her lip, tilting her head back, her hands rubbing her tits.
“Oh, Misty, that feels good.” She moaned.
I kissed her, in full agreement. But I wanted more.
I stood a little and moved myself over Eva’s dick. Reaching down with one hand, I guided it towards my pussy as I lowered myself down and slipped her penis into me. I shuddered and groaned as this new body was penetrated for the first time. I began to ride her, moving up and down, thrusting my hips and driving her deeper into. Pleasure filled my body as I moved, enjoying the big dick inside me. We moaned and kissed each other as we fucked, Eva writhing under me in joy. God, it was so intense.
We were both sweating as the thrust ourselves at each other, our bodies shuddering while we kissed each other passionately. Eva squeezed my boobs as I rode her, the sounds of our moans and the slapping sounds of our sex filling the empty studio, reverberating through the wide room. I kept looking in that mirror and marveling at how sexy this looked. I cried out as my body convulsed.
And then Eva said, “I wanna get fucked too! Please, Misty, fuck me!”
That didn’t sound like a bad idea either.
I kissed her lips, “You got it.”
I got off of her and pushed her leg sup and back. Her dual sex organs were fully exposed to me in that position, and she looked just delicious; her cock hard and throbbing, her pussy wet and inviting. Man, had I transformed into a little pervert. But I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I rubbed my cock over her pussy, running the shaft of it up and down against her slit, enjoying the way she squirmed and moaned. I touched her cock with my hand a little and masturbated her, watching her face contort with desire as I did. She looked so cute like that.
Leaning forward a little, I entered her, just the tip at first, slowly sliding into her virginal pussy. She arched her back and cried out as I penetrated her, reaching up and gripping my shoulders. I began to thrust my hips, fucking her, moving in and out of her pussy with a slow deliberate movements. I groaned, it felt so good to be inside this tight little hole. I moved in and out, screwing my only friend in the world good. She cried out and gasped in appreciation. She looked so beautiful, naked and uninhibited, relenting to her desires, the way a pretty dick girl should be; at least as far as I was concerned.
I moved faster and faster, picking up speed and fucking her good as we both writhed against each other, our breasts and cocks rubbing together as we made love, our lips passionately kissing each other, our tongue probing each other’s mouths deep. We were so intense; it was like we had fallen in love with each other temporarily, just for this one moment.
For a split second, while we moaned and filled the studio with our cries, the sounds echoing off the wide walls, I thought I saw some kind of movement outside the window out of the corner of my eye. When I looked, it was gone, and the outside was as quiet as it had been before.
I turned my attention to more pleasant matters: Namely the horny, needful futa girl that I had my cock in. I fucked her faster and harder, letting her twist and undulate under me. God, if felt so good to be inside her like this. I screwed her firmly, kissing those beautiful, thick, dick sucking lips with relish. Eva moved her hips at me, moaning and wailing as she was fucked.
“Ah! Misty!” She cried, “I . . . I’m gonna cum!”
“That’s right.” I moaned, looking into her eyes, “Cum for me, baby.”
She’s called it a little too soon, unfamiliar as she was with her body. It took quite a bit longer, but finally she practically exploded under me, writhing in delight as she shivered from head to toe, screaming loudly with what must have been an incredible orgasm. I kept thrusting at her until she finished cumming, flopping back on the floor, her eyes wide as I kissed her repeatedly.
“That . . . mmmm . . . that was.” She moaned dreamily, “You’re right, I do love being a futanari.”
My imagination was already working on other ways we could explore these new bodies. For the moment, that was more important to me then finding someone else alive. I know, I know: Irresponsible. But you try having two sex organs and not thinking of sex all the time. And at the moment, I had a supremely naughty idea; one that I was both anxious and apprehensive to try.
I turned away from Eva and got down on my hands and knees. Spreading my legs wide, I reached behind myself and slipped a couple of fingers inside myself. Not in my pussy, mind you; I pushed them into my ass, moving them in and out and loosening myself up. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but they felt really good in there. I kept doing that, while Eva sat up and watched my lustily, licking her lips a little.
“Do you like this?” I asked her, “Do you like seeing me do this?”
“Oh yeah.” Eva said, stroking her stiff dick, “That’s hot, you’re so naughty.”
I winked at her over my shoulder, “Wanna fuck me in the ass?”
Had I said that? It felt a little weird to ask her that, but I knew I wanted it.
“Hell yeah.” She got up and came up behind me, her cock twitching as she moved.
I had two fingers from each hand up my ass now, stretching myself out and finger fucking myself at the same time. Just doing this felt good, but I couldn’t wait to get Eva’s juicy looking meat up there. I pulled my fingers out and Eva gingerly placed the tip of her cock against my hole. Very carefully, she pushed it in, just the tip. I groaned and my body jerked. There was a little bit of paint to be sure, but not as much as you’d imagine (I have a theory, that futas are made for sex, so we’re altered to make it easier for one of us to take it up the ass. Lucky us!). She pushed into me as I moaned going slowly until she could go no further, and then she little by little began to move in and out, gradually picking up speed as my ass accepted her.
I flopped down on the floor, face first, my ass up in the air and my legs sprawled wide. Reaching between my legs with both hands, I gripped my cock and started jerking it with one and rubbed my clit with the other. I moaned and twisted and squirmed with joy under her as she turned me into a little futa anal slut. It was a nasty fact: I was being sodomized and I was enjoying it. God I loved this, the feeling was incredible. I moaned and cried out, feeling more animal then person at the moment. My body jerked back and forth, my breasts slapping together and swaying like pendulums.
My eyes rolled back in my head as she screwed me, plunging deep into me. I could hear her moaning and grunting as she exerted herself, stretching my ass and making me squirm under her. I didn’t mind at all, it felt amazingly great, like having my pussy fucked from the inside. I could feel pleasure building between my legs, and I realized that I was about to cum soon, a least with my pussy.
“Mmmm,” Eva gasped, “Your ass feels great. Do you like?”
“Oh god, Eva!” I cried, “I like it! Don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.”
I rubbed my clit faster with my fingers as Eva shoved her cock way up my ass till I thought the head was going to poke my lungs. I cried out in pleasure, my whole body convulsing as the orgasm exploded from between my legs, the waves and waves of what felt like endless pleasure washing over my body. I twisted and moaned, losing all control, now wanting any as I abandoned myself to the feelings in my body.
Eva pulled out of me and I fell to the floor, rubbing my naughty bits as the orgasm finally subsided, panting with lust. I then pushed myself up on my hands, still feeling energized. My penis was still hard and excited.
I winked at Eva, “Your turn.”
Grinning from ear to ear, Eva lay back down on her back, where she seemed to like to be, and spread her legs. Using her fingers, she prepared her asshole the same way I did, while I sat in front of her, gently massaging my cock. It looked so hot to see her finger fucking and stretching her ass like that, I could have just watched her do that all day, but I knew I had to get my dick into that tight little butt of hers.
She pulled her fingers out and I moved in, pressing the tip of my cock against her butt. I slid in slowly, showing the same concern for her that she had for me. She arched her back, her eyes bulging wide as I penetrated her. Soon I was fucking her, making her body jerk and spasm uncontrollably as I sodomized her. Goddamn, her ass felt so good around my cock. Her teeth gritted by her beautiful eyes sparkled with life and enjoyment. Soon, I had made her MY futa anal slut, and she loved it. She gripped her cock and masturbated as I screwed her.
“Ah! I feel so good. Fuck my ass harder.” Eva begged me.
Hard to believe this used to be a guy who was embarrassed to look at my tits.
I plunged deep into her, feeling the body wrap tightly around my cock. I grunted and groaned, sweating as I did her, watching her squirm like an animal under me. Her tits flopped back and forth with each thrust I gave her, my own doing the same as she rapidly jerked off, her hand moving up and down on her hard dick.
“Ha! Ah! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” Eva cried, arching her back.
She beat her meat faster and then writhed with delight as she came, this time with her penis, squirting cum all over her chest and stomach in quick splashed, moaning and crying out while I shoved my rod up her butt as far as I could. She masturbated rapidly, shuddering and ejaculating and second and third time as she spilled her futa seed all over herself.
That was all I could take; I pulled out my cock and rapidly masturbated over her, crying out as my body spasmed uncontrollably while an orgasm raced through my dick and into my body. I ejaculated over her, moaning as I came in spurts, my cum splashing on her and mixing with hers.
Eva pushed herself up and grabbed me. We kissed and tongued each other passionately, out lips pressed together, our cum drenched bodies rubbing together.
“I love you.” I said kissing her.
I don’t know what made me say that. I just did, and at that moment, I felt it.
“I love you, too.” Eva breathed, kissing and hugging me.
We lay there in each other’s arms, spent, kissing and caressing each other, appreciating each other’s new bodies, for a long time. When we finally got our strength back we got shakily back to our feet.
Since this was a dance studio, we found a locker room and working showers in the back where we cleaned up, which took a little longer then it should have since we kept making out while the water trickled down over our naked futanari bodies. Once we were all clean and dry, we put out clothes back on.
My clothes felt unnatural and baggy. I hated the way they looked, and I grimaced as I put them back on. I would have almost rather just walked around naked. At any rate, we resumed our search for answers to our predicament, and the strange things that seemed to be happening.
We walked back out into the fog and made our way back through the shopping court. We continued for a bit, and then suddenly, I stopped dead. I really, really HATED these clothes. Eva stopped and turned to look at me, questioningly.
“What wrong?” She asked.
“I hate these clothes. I really, really HATE these clothes.” I told her.
She nodded, “I know what you mean. I hate ‘em too. They feel so unnatural.”
I nodded, looking across the courtyard. Right in front of us was the large women’s clothing store that we had seen earlier. We looked at each other, smiling, and then both of us ran towards the store, pulling the ugly men’s clothes off as we ran. By the time we reached the doors, we were both completely naked again. We dashed through the doors, giggling excitedly.
It took us a good six hours, but we finally found some outfits that we liked. I was dressed in a short form fitting strapless black dress, that really accented my large new boobs, and knee high stiletto heeled boots that took a little bit of practice to walk in. Eva had herself done up in a sexy school girl outfit with a tiny plaid mini skirt, fishnet stocking, and a button up mini half top that left her midriff and most of her cleavage exposed. We helped ourselves to some jewelry as well, and even managed to figure out how to do a light make up.
Dressed to kill, and feeling much better in our sexy outfits, we headed out again. Despite the time, the town was still shrouded in fog. The sun had begun to set as we made our way back to the street. There was still no sign of anyone except the two of us. We held hands as we kept walking, searching the empty streets an alleys.
And then, we heard someone: Specifically, we heard someone screaming. We ran as fast as we could in our heels towards the sounds of the voices. Soon we found them, and Asian woman in short traditional Chinese dress, probably a waitress somewhere, and a tall black man dressed in slacks, and nice shirt and a tie, were scrambling away from something, screaming in horror. It was the first living people besides each other that we had seen since first waking up.
At first, we couldn’t see what they were running from, but then it came into view. My mouth dropped open: It was the waitress I’d seen dead in the diner! She was crawling after them on all fours, her pale, bloated dead skin evident. Her arms and legs were twisted in bizarre, unnatural positions giving her the look of a spider as the moved. He mouth seemed to be about three times as big as it should have been, and a long saliva dripping tongue rolled out of her mouth. Her eyes bulged in her head, unblinking and mad.
“Tasty! Tasty! Fleshy! Fleshy!” She croaked in a hoarse, guttural voice.
The dead thing scurried across the street towards the two. Abruptly, it stopped, seemingly forgetting its potential prey as it sensed new arrivals to the seen. The head rotated around with sickening cracking sound and it suddenly stared in our direction. That grossly long tongue snaked out of its mouth as it grinned at us and giggled insanely.
“Tasty!” It gurgled.
And then, with a sudden, blinding movement, in lurched itself in out direction.
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Conclusion of report 001.
Account continued in report 002
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