I clearly remember the days before I changed, the days filled with the curiosity that would send me down a path of no return. I thought it was all my own doing. I now know I was being pushed towards my fate by the woman I was so curious about. The very woman that now owns my body; that has intoxicated my mind; that feeds my addition that cannot be undone. She likes to recall those first few days. From her perspective, I can see just how helpless I was after our first encounter.
I was exiting my apartment to go shopping. She was entering the apartment next to mine with our tenant, ready to inspect her home-to-be. As I passed the open door, I only caught a glimpse of her as she turned to look at me. Rivers of almond hair flowed down her shoulder ending at her exposed plump cleavage. Her clothing was form-fitting, unashamed to show off her voluptuous figure. Standing tall and proud, she made the tenant appear uncharacteristically meek.
A sweet citrus aroma brushed over me, with a hint of some hidden scent. I tripped over myself before circling back to the door. A happy-stupid grin on my face. She tilted her head to the side and asked: "Will this be my new neighbour?"
The tenant was quick to shoo me away, but I longed to spend every second near this mystery woman I could. He tried to redirect her attention, but her eyes never left mine. She outstretched her hand and said her name followed by: "a pleasure to meet such a charming neighbour."
It took me a moment to reclaim myself from her deep dark eyes. After I recovered, I took her hand so gently in mine, and lowered my head to kiss it. Awestruck, I only managed to stumble out the words: "You're beautiful." She giggled and I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. Embarrassed and with the tenant pushing me out the doorway, I retreated outside. My mind was racing with visions of her all day. My body was on auto-drive as I daydreamed of her touch, her husky voice, and her charming smile. I dreamed of the things I would do to make her smile like that again.
She likes to remind me that I was drooling that day. It was a sign that my body was accepting that secret scent mixed with her citrus perfume. She had never seen a Male so easily affected by her pheromones. There and then she decided I was something special. She had doubts about her apartment, but I was the thing that sealed the deal. The day she moved in, I was there waiting to help. I was gleefully stuttering while she flirted with me. The entire time, I had no idea what was contained in those boxes. I had no idea what secrets she had in store for me.
Excitement filled me for weeks after she moved in. Knocks on my door became far more frequent. After I helped her move in, she felt it necessary to repay the favour. The prize was a fully cooked meal and the fluffiest red-velvet cake my lips had tasted. The real prize was getting to eat it with her. I told her this was far too much and I would feel guilty not repaying her in some way. She smiled and said: "I knew you were going to say something like that."
That's how our never-ending debts to each other began. I helped her move in. She cooked me a meal. I helped her with the obtuse washing machines (which I suspected she didn't need any help with at all). She watched a movie with me. So on, so on. She would visit me so often that after the fifth week I jokingly said: "you should just take a copy of my keys at this point." My heart skipped when she reached across my kitchen table and did exactly that.
She was now an undeniable part of my life. A day wasn't complete until I saw her at least once. Meeting her was a ritual. She insisted that I kiss the back of her hand each time we met. Her reason given: "You just look so darling when you do it for me. You better not go kissing other women like that."
An endless assault of teasing charm washed over me every day. She never pushed it further than casual flirting. I didn't dare ruin what we had. It began to feel like were two lost halves joined in whole. A month passed, but we talked with a decade's worth of inside-jokes. We revealed little secrets to each other. But there was one secret she never shared with me. The open-secret I didn't mention. That not-so-little secret between her legs.
In those first weeks, her clothing remained modest. The curves of her body were undeniable. Even the baggiest clothing failed to hide her prominent bust. But with each passing week, she wore less and revealed more. At first it appeared as a bump, mistakable as a fold of her clothing. It became clear this was no small bump. She was a Futanari. And that bulge between her legs was a Girlcock.
I became aware of it one random day when she held me tight. She was leaving and every departure demanded a departing hug. I both dreaded and longed for those hugs. I longed to have her body on mine. Her hugs were a warm enveloping embrace. I dreaded to have my body pressed into hers, in case my erection poked into her. I couldn't stop my body from responding to hers. That day, I was careless. My tucked-in cock sprung outward at the moment we hugged. I froze waiting for everything to come crashing down.
Instead I felt my member press into something. Something that would be empty space for a standard woman. Timid, I looked up to her as our bulges pressed together. She smiled, her eyes closed, and raised a finger to her mouth. A silent 'shush' came from her lips. Both our bodies and our bulges interlocked together. I didn't dare look down when we unlocked. I took her hand in our ritual-kiss goodbye. When I looked up she whispered so silently: "Good boy."
Even today, my body shudders to this memory. After that day, there was a clear shift in her behaviour. Her bulge would be on frequent display without reservation. During the summer heat, she wore a selection of bright summer dresses. When the fabric rested on her lap, the full length of her secret was outlined.
She also began to act more motherly. She had been welcoming and loving before that, but her actions grew in intensity. With her copy of my keys, she would let herself into my apartment to start making me breakfast every morning. I was a somewhat shocked, but waking up to the sound of her humming and the scent of a cooked meal kept me quiet. On the cool nights, she would lay my head down on her lap while we watched whatever she wanted.
I couldn't take my mind away from the Girlcock that was resting next to my face. Futanari were nothing new to me. A couple of my old high-school friends were Futanari. They had kept in contact with me for years. Mama would tell me those Futanari sensed the same thing she did. The same thing that compelled her to move in next to me. She just had more experience and knew what to claim me.
I was ignorant to all of that back then. I had no idea the power that lay in that fat Ladydick between her legs or the heavy warm nuts that hung below. She could tell my curiosity was building. I prompted her with rogue questions about her past, about Futanari, and if all the things I had learned about them were true. I knew most Futanari weren't allowed to live outside of the Futa-States. Did she have special permission? Was she in danger at all? She simply smiled. Everything was going according to her plan.
She could see I was genuinely worried about her safety.
"The government has been very welcoming and receptive to my needs, dear. They know I'm here, so don't you worry that cute little head about that."
I sighed with relief.
"Why, darling? Did you think I was living on-the-run? Would you have protected me from some scary men in black suits?"
I pouted at her teasing.
"You could have hidden with me for as long as you needed."
"I already do."
We laughed.
"But you must keep it secret all the same. People talk, Darling. And they say so many nasty things."
My heart hurt thinking about that. I pulled her close.
"Oh, my dear. It's been such a long time since I've had such a sweet Male."
'Male' - there was that word she had started to refer to me as. I hadn't thought too much about it. I had gathered that it had something to do with Futanari culture and their attitude towards men. When she said it, it almost sounded degrading. Like she was talking about some lesser thing; some adorable puppy beneath her. Even her kind voice couldn't hide that effect from me.
Was it wrong that I liked it when she called me Male?
In that embrace she began to whisper of her condition. She told me: 'there is a special biological event that only Futanari experience. It's similar to a second puberty and occurs around the same time women experience menopause. Different effects happen to different Futa. Sometimes it's small. Sometimes it's life changing.' The way she said 'life changing' carried a certain weight in her voice.
"We all have needs, but when I went through my change my needs became so much more. My body went into overdrive. I gained a lot of weight and my body started to overproduce. The only way I could take back control of my body was to..."
I felt her Girlcock pulse below her dress. She didn't need to say anything more. Futanari were known for their promiscuous nature and deep sexual needs. I rested my hand along the shaft.
"Please. Let me help you."
"No! Darling. I could never ask you to do something like that."
"You don't have to ask. If you body needs it, I want to give it."
"You have no idea what you're offering me, sweetie."
I could see a dreaded fear in her eyes. She was nearly on the verge of tears. I imagined a path after this. A path where we grew distant from each other. A path where her needs weighed her down and drowned her smile. I wasn't going to let that happen.
"If it will make your life easier then I'll do it no matter the cost."
I pushed my lips to hers and closed my eyes. She hesitated, but as I began to push more, she responded back. Her lips parted slightly and I began to stroke the outline of her Ladydick with my other hand. When our kiss parted, she opened her eyes and looked down at me.
"Oh, my sweet baby boy. If you kiss me with such love I can't say no."
I continued to feel her Girlcock grow hard in my hand.
"I've never done anything like this with a Futanari before. Please, be patient with me."
"I'll show you, my sweet. I'll teach you everything you need to know. It's just us, okay?"
"Okay"
I sat next to her on the coach as she began to pull her skirt up. The first time I saw her Girlcock I was stunned for a few seconds staring at it. It wasn't anything like my dick, or any Male dick. She talked so gently to me, saying:
"You see the way it curves upward like that. That's one of the main differences between Futa-Cock and Male-Cock. Futanari Cock was made to stimulate the Male prostate. Does it- does it scare you?"
I swallowed as I stared at her Futa-Cock. I couldn't lie to her.
"It is a little intimidating. I've never seen such a huge cock. It's not just the length or the curve. It's the girth of it. Can- can I hold it?"
She smiled and nodded.
The sheer weight of the thing was terrifying. I could barely lift it with one hand. To fully maneuver the beast of a cock I needed both hands. I couldn't even wrap them around it's girth. I ran my fingers along the pencil-thick veins on her shaft. I felt her body shudder to my touch.
The crown of her cock throbbed and a clear thick droplet of pre-cum emerged from the slit. The glands flared outward making it slightly wider than even the thickest part of her shaft.
I wasn't even thinking when I said: "It smells just like you."
"Well it is my cock after all. I hope it wouldn't smell like another Futa."
What she failed to tell me was the nature of Futanari Pheromones on Males. She failed to tell me why I loved that natural aroma so much. Why it made my mouth drool and my prostate swell. She would only reveal this after my change was near-complete.
"Before you do anything. You should look below my cock."
She pulled her dick out of my hands with ease and pushed it up between her breasts, using her bra to lock it in place. I marvelled at the sight of her shaft running all the way up her belly. She pointed downward with a hand and my eyes followed.
I began to understand what she meant by overproduction. Under the base of her shaft hung two great melon-sized nuts. A bra cupped them in place. I noticed it was matching with her breast-bra. A vibrant red pattern of roses on black fabric. She watched me begin to drool.
"They are only at half size right now. The bra can stretch to match their volume. Before my change, they weren't even half this size. Most Futanari balls are so large they can't go inside our bodies to maintain body temperature. That's why they look slightly different to a Male's. Smoother and more plump."
An instinct created from habit took over my body. I looked up to her and asked the question with need: "May I greet them?"
"I would love that."
I crawled to the floor and knelt before the huge globes. I turned to the left one and gently kissed it. I then greeted the right one too. Her thick aroma was at its strongest here, between her beautiful balls. The thought that they could grow any bigger scared me.
"Do they hurt? When they get full?"
"It's more like a tension; an ache. It's not painful -- just uncomfortable."
I didn't want her to feel that.
"Can I empty them for you?"
A reluctant smile crossed her face.
"Are you sure? It takes a lot of effort to empty them."
"I'll do it!"
Her smile beamed through. She reached for her jacket and pulled out a condom packet. It was huge. It had no brand, but black text print indicated the use-by-date. Text in the middle stated: "1gal/3.8L"
"These are custom made for me and other Futanari will similar conditions."
"Do you make that much?" I pointed to the numbers.
"Well, yes. Actually, I need to order some larger ones."
She began to open the condom, but I moved up and took it from her.
"Please. Let me do it."
The thing was larger than my palm. I told myself it was still just a condom. I ripped it open and pulled it out. I hesitated.
"Other way around, sweetie."
I blushed and flipped the condom around.
"Do you need any extra lube?" I asked.
"No, but maybe you could greet my Girlcock the same way you greeted my balls?"
I gasped, ashamed I had forgotten such a simple thing.
The tip was far more daunting than her balls. Her cock arched through the air to point at my mouth. I pushed my lips outward. The heat radiating from her cock-head was burning hot. I smooched it long and hard, a thin layer of her precum glossing my lips.
"That's better, Sweetie."
She seemed so much calmer now. I began to roll the condom over her cock. It didn't feel like a normal condom. It was much thicker, stretchy to the touch. I had to use both hands to roll it all the way down. I noticed her shaft bulged at the middle. It took a little extra struggle to push it over. Later she would tell me: 'Futanari have that bulge so it's harder for Males to pull themselves off a Girlcock.'
When it reached the base, I leaned back and sighed. I was sweating already and I hadn't even really done anything. I looked at the small bubble at the end of the condom. It was already filling up with fluid, thick and white.
"Are you- leaking?"
"That's right, sweetie. Usually I wear a drip-condom during the day so I don't make a mess."
"You don't wear them when you visit me?"
"Well, usually before I come visit I would..."
She looked away shy.
"You play with yourself before you visit me?"
She nodded.
"Every time?"
The nodded continued.
I remember that excited me endlessly. The thought of her touching herself in secret before she visited me. Is that why she smelled so good when we hugged? I grabbed the base and began to stroke it up and down.
"What do you think about when you do it? Is there something you like to watch?"
She bit her lip.
"Do you think about me?"
"You always leave hoodies when you visit me, darling. I smell them while I..."
I jerked her harder.
"That's very naughty. Touching yourself while thinking about me."
I started up at her.
"I think about you too. When I touch myself."
She moaned low.
"Sometimes you're all I can think about when I get horny."
"Doesn't my Girlcock disgust you?"
"No! Never. I had a crush on you when I thought you were a woman. And I still have a crush on you now. Being a Futanari doesn't change that. I just want to make you feel good."
I returned to working her shaft. The weight made it a difficult task. Even with the blood pumping through it. It was a bestial monster.
"So, you like it?" she asked.
I could see it on her face: she was embarrassed.
"I think your cock is the most beautiful cock I've ever seen. It's so heavy I can hardly lift it. The size makes it look like a monster, but the shape, the touch, the feel. It's a beautiful dick that matches the beautiful Futanari it's attached to."
She was breathing heavy now.
"Baby. You're such a good Male. You know just what to do. Just what to say. Please, don't every change. You're perfect."
"A perfect Male for a perfect Girlcock."
I felt her entire Ladydick pulse with pleasure. I could feel a need arise inside me. I looked up at her.
"I don't want you to masturbate before you visit me any more. I forbid it! I'll be the one that jacks you off from now on. If you ever need help, you'll come straight to my door. Okay? This cock deserves all the help and love and attention it can get. Okay?"
"Oh, Darling! Yes! Please take care of my Girlcock. It's your responsibility now. I trust you. I need you. Baby! I'm getting close. Can you feel it?"
I began to kiss up her cock-length stroking it harder and faster. I gripped the meaty shaft as much as I could. My spit made my movement slick. I lost myself in pleasuring her. Each moan she made was a sign I was doing something right. She was sensitive under her cock-head, so I ruthlessly teased her there. That was enough to send her over the edge. She wrapped her hands over mine and began to scream my name.
I watched the cum pump up through her majestic Girlcock. A slowly growing volume pressed onto the top of my head. It was the first time I got to witness her fill up a condom. It started as a small ball, before expanding outward and downward, slapping down onto my face. I could feel the mass pull down her shaft as the sphere of cum expanded. By the end, it rested around my entire head. I could only hear a muffled call from her:
"Oh, Sweetie! I'm going to tie it off. Hold on!"
She then rolled the condom off my face and I gasped for air. I turned to look at it. Like a giant fantasy slime it sat there with a presence of its own. I turned to face her. Her cock was shrinking now. Her balls were smaller now.
"That was a little close, Darling."
"Yeah. I thought I was going to suffocate."
"Oh! Yes, that too. But I was talking about the volume. We nearly exceeded the max."
My eyes opened wide. Sure enough, that condom looked larger than the volume on the condom packet.
"What do we do with it now?"
"I can dispose of it."
"Do you just flush it down the sink?"
"Oh Goddess no! If we did that the whole system would clog."
Somehow I could imagine that happening. I stared at the filled condom. The cum inside looked thick. The way it had flowed over my head made it seem like honey. I felt her press her hand against my cheek.
"Are you alright, my dear? Was that too much?"
I raised myself up to hug her.
"Aww, darling. Come here. That's right. Come to Mama"
"Does Mama feel better now?"
"I feel like a whole new Futa."
Exhaustion hit me like a train. I felt weak in her arms, but she held me close.
"You don't have to do anything now, my dear. You did everything I needed. Sleep now. Mama will take care of the rest. But don't you forget. You made a promise to me. Remember?"
"Yes. I remember. Yes... I'll always take care of your cock... Mama..."
I drifted off to sleep there in the afterglow of pleasure. Even then, my dreams were becoming dominated with visions of Futanari Girlcock. The gradual effects of Mama's pheromones were working on my brain chemistry. It wouldn't be long after that night, that every dream I had involved Futanari one way or another.
When I woke, I feared it had all been an erotic dream. The volume of cum she had produced couldn't be real. It had to be the product of my aroused mind. The door to my room pushed open and she entered carrying a tray filled with breakfast. This had become a common occurrence, but this morning there was an important difference. An important, hung, meaty difference swinging below her short skirt. Her flaccid Ladydick was on full display.
She could see the happiness on my face as she moved to my bedside. Presenting her Ladydick to me, I leaned over, raised it to my face, and gave it a good-morning kiss. She giggled to herself before sitting down and feeding me breakfast. She took great pride in teasing me about the big fat sausage she had prepared for me. I told her there was only one sausage for me. She playfully slapped at my cheek. We chatted away as if nothing had happened. We exchanged lewd touches; brushing our hands against each other. When breakfast was finished, I asked:
"Do you- do you need-"
"Well, darling. There's not much left to hide from you any more. I think you should be able to tell when I need it."
She stood up and twirled around revealing her behind. The skirt revealed plenty of her lower ass cheeks, but my eyes had been drawn to the juicy Futanari nuts. They were bigger than last night. Clearly they didn't stop even when she slept.
"You worked so hard to make me breakfast, Mama, while carrying all that cum around. The only thing we need is a condom."
She deftly pulled open the top drawer next to me bed. A small pile of those extra-huge condoms sat inside.
"I hope you don't mind, but I've placed a few packets around the apartment. You never know when or where we might need them."
I pushed my face into her swollen nuts and began to lick at them. Her glistening pussy was on full display. I asked if I could greet her needy slit too. She leaned forward and pulled apart her cheeks, revealing the full need of her dripping pussy.
"All my holes are your responsibility now, Pet"
So began my daily worship of her body. It felt so easy to surrender myself to desire and bathe her in kisses. Over the following weeks, I learned her weak spots; the places that made her gasp and groan. I felt so much pride every time I made her pump a condom full of her Futa-spunk, thinking to myself: "I did that. I made her feel that good"
Our lives became even more entangled. We both had our work, but we always made time to meet. I would return home to find her cooking dinner, before getting down on my knees behind her and beginning my worship. On special mornings, I would sneak into her apartment before she woke. The look on her face when she woke up to my mouth on her tip was priceless. I learned I could use my entire front body to jerk off her cock. The amazing heat that came from her cock made me feel so alive. We tried position after position, only settling on the most pleasurable ones for her Girlcock. I felt no need to pleasure myself any more. Watching her cum filled me with more ecstasy than masturbation ever had. But there was a growing need in my body.
I wanted to taste her cum. More than that. I wanted to sample her thick Futanari seed straight from the source. I needed to know what it felt like to be pumped full with so much cum. I began to train my throat in secret. Buying and using increasingly larger dildos. None of them could compare to her mighty Ladydick, but I wanted to be ready.
I thought it was strange that forbid me from drinking her cum. Wasn't it normal for a Male to taste his Futanari's cum? All of her answers were evasive; never giving a true answer. The need kept on growing.
I learned where she took all of her cum-filled condoms. There was a special bin tucked away inside another bin. A hidden compartment where she disposed of them. Every week an unmarked truck would come and take them all away. All that cum I'd drained from her balls. Didn't I deserve at least a little drop?
One night, when I knew Mama was asleep, I sneaked my way down to the cum-bin. It took all my strength to pull one of the condoms out. I hauled it to my bedroom and closed the door. The thing sat on the middle of my bed. I still couldn't believe one Futanari could make so much. Exhilaration run through my body as I untied the top of the condom. With the seal broken, the raw scent of Mama's love pushed up through my nose. I felt my entire body shudder. It was still fresh from this morning.
I pulled out a straw from my pocket and pushed it inside. I could feel the thickness of the cum resist the straw. I began to suck, but nothing happened. Harder and harder, I tried helplessly to get a taste. I pulled out the straw, realizing it was too narrow to draw up the cum. This stuff really could block drains.
I was impatient. I couldn't wait another second to try it. I lowered my face into the opening and pushed my lips out until I could feel the warm creamy texture of the condom's contents. I slurped up my first taste of her raw spunk. My memory is hazy after that. I remember that the first taste was delicious, but it wasn't enough. I needed more. I shoved my face deeper inside, sucking up more.
Mama knows what happened to me after that. It's one of her favourite memories. She knew exactly what her evasive questions would create in my mind. Her filled condoms had become a forbidden fruit. At any moment, she could have given me her cum and the effect would have been the same. But she wanted to fullfill a fantasy. She had always dreamed of having a Male sneak and steal one of her condoms away. Only to be discovered drinking from it and punished accordingly.
While Mama appears motherly and kind on the outside, I now know just how dark and depraved she can be. She didn't tell me about many of the effects of Futanari-cum on Males until after that had taken control of my mind and body.
When I took that first sip, my body demanded more. When I took more, my mind became cum-drunk. I would have kept drinking and slurping the entire condom if Mama hadn't walked in and found me. The cum-bin was usually locked for protection. I didn't even notice it had a lock when I stole away the condom. Mama had known the very moment I took it.
"You've been a very naughty Male, my sweet. A very naughty Male, but the exact type of naughty Mama adores. You're going to finish what you started though, aren't you? You wouldn't make Mama feel sad by leaving the condom half-finished? I know you can drink it all. I know your body needs it."
She forced me to my knees and pushed the tip of her half-erect cock into my mouth.
"Say 'Aaaaaa'"
She began to pour the rest of the cum down her shaft, letting it run down to the tip, before meeting the inside of my waiting mouth.
"Don't you dare spill a single drop. Oh, baby. Just look at you. I still remember that cute-innocent face when we first met. You really had no idea what you were born to do, did you? Those Futanari friends of yours, they knew. But they didn't have the confidence to take you. They didn't know how to claim a Male, mind-body-and-soul. You're mine now. You belong to me and my cock and my balls and my body. You are my Male."
I glugged and glugged away while listening to her.
"You're not going to remember any of this. You're going to wake up next to an emptied condom and a groggy head. But your body will remember. Your lips will remember the taste. You're going to do this every night from now on. You're going to steal a condom away, and drink-drink-drink from it. Do you understand, Male?"
I nodded, the last drops of her cum now pouring down.
"Lick my cock clean, pet. You're going to pass out soon, I want it shiny-clean before you do. You're such a good Male. You're going to become the perfect Cumdump for Mama"
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Warm amber sunlight woke me up. The stretched out empty condom lay next to me on the bed. I quickly hid it away under the bed. My heart was racing. I remembered nothing. Only the first taste and the need that consumed me. Goddess I needed more.
Mama's breakfast didn't taste as amazing as it usually did. I noticed she seemed disappointed I wasn't able to finish everything she had cooked for me. But I also saw some hidden glee when she teased me: "Was Mama's meal too filling for you?" I lowered a hand down to my belly, slightly swollen from the cum that was still digesting. I told Mama I was feeling a little funny and she said she would forgive me. I made sure to give her balls an extra juicy kiss before I headed to work.
That day, Mama began to shuffle through my personal documents. My birth certificate, my government id, anything tied to my person. Now confident there was no coming back for me, she started to make calls and send letters on my behalf.
It was ten days after stealing my first condom that I noticed my belly wasn't as swollen the morning after. I was consuming larger and larger condoms each night. I was able to eat all of breakfast again, but the taste had become even more bland. The rest of that day ended up being a disaster. My boss fired me for little-to-no reason. My car was impounded forcing me to walk home.
"Oh, Baby! Come here. Don't you worry about a thing. Mama can take care of you while."
She cleared her throat and said she did have something to discuss. My heart sank when she placed a used-empty condom on the table.
"Darling. I make a little extra money sending my condoms to a special branch of the government. I tell them exactly how many condoms to expect. Do you have something you should tell me?"
My life was crashing down around me. I apologized again and again. I told her I couldn't control myself and the taste of her cum was just so delicious. Nothing else compared to it. I had a problem and I would start fixing it as soon as possible.
"Oh no, darling. You aren't going to start fixing anything."
A fatal confusion passed over me. I thought it was all over.
"Haven't you noticed, my dear Male? That your body has been taking more cum than ever before? Haven't you noticed that my balls swell even larger than when we first met. Nothing needs fixing, my sweet. Our bodies are responding to each other. I'm the one that's been cruel. You clearly need my cum. You depend on it. You love it. Just as much as you love me, and I love you."
She held my cheek in her hand.
"I'm sorry I didn't address this earlier. I was just scared. I didn't want to scare you. You have changed so much since that first day."
She withdrew her hand and turned away.
"I know this is sudden, but I can't stay here any more. The government has sent a letter. They want me to return to the Futa-States."
I grabbed onto her body.
"Darling! I want you to come with me, but I don't know if you do. Life would be very different. You would be my legally owned Male. I know that sounds scary, but it only means that-"
I pushed my face upwards and kissed her deeply.
"I can't live without you." I confessed.
Mama smiled so much she began to cry.
"I know. I know, my pet. My Male. You would make me the happiest Futanari ever. Maybe you losing your job: It's a sign!"
I nodded.
"You do know, that I will own you? A Male cannot live in the Futa-States without a Futanari owner. I promise it won't change us."
"I trust you, Mama"
I trusted her as much as I loved her. We packed that night and boarded the first plane outbound to the Futa-States. We left so many things behind, but I was never going to let her leave my life. She felt the same way.
When we landed, Mama and I were taken to a separate area. There I was asked to renounce many things. Each time I doubted what was going on, I turned to Mama and she nodded. I legally became her owned Male. I knelt down and kissed her cock with another Futanari as witness. I realized then that our special greeting was actually a gesture of total submission to Futa-Girlcock. A special collar was placed around my neck with Mama's name imprinted on it.
After the initial shock, I started to take in my surroundings. Things here didn't seem all that different as we boarded the public transport to Mama's new apartment. There was one big difference. Futanari women were everywhere. How could I tell they were Futa? Because each presented they proud Ladydicks in public. Mama told me they had to wear Cock-Socks, lingerie, or Dick-stockings to avoid indecent exposure, but it was clear they could get away with quite a lot.
On the train, we boarded a Futa-Only carriage. Mama told me it would be very dangerous for me to board this type of carriage without her. Futanari dominated the chamber, with only a few owned Males here and there. Mama held me close, pressing her cock into my ass.
"Don't get wandering eyes now there are other Futanari around."
The whole city didn't seem as alien as I thought it would. There were lots of rumours about the sex-crazed Futanari orgies that broke out in the streets. 'The Futanari Stats are chaos' people said.
"People like to say very nasty things about us, Darling."
The apartment was oddly similar to the one we had fled from. Mama told me she purchased this one on purpose. She wanted to make me feel at home. Finally alone again, we embraced each other. I noticed her ball's were painfully swollen. She hadn't cum for the entire trip. Her nuts were the heaviest and largest I had ever seen them. She smiled, touched by the fact I was still so interested in her health and happiness.
"My dear, I think we should mark this event with a special treat."
Without command, I fell to my knees.
"I know you've been training your mouth-hole for me. For my cock."
I nodded.
"Remember what they said at customs? That you would need to be bound? Bound to me? Usually that would take many sessions of raw sex with your holes. But Mama is special, just like you. Mama can bind a Male with only one face-fucking. That's why we always used a condom. I didn't want to force you until you were ready."
"You keep saying I'm special?"
"You were born to take Girlcock, baby. Futanari can sense it. Most Males would take weeks of exposure to Futanari pheromones before they need to taste Ladydick. You wanted to taste it after only a day. Didn't you? You knew I was a Futanari the first day you saw me."
"I think- I just wanted you."
"You're always so honest, darling."
"Mama. I'm ready. I want you to bind me. I don't really know what it is, but I don't want to know. I just want Mama to take control. Every time you tease me or tell me what to do, It feels so right."
"Darling. I've waiting so long to own you. Every day I had to stop myself from binding you. No more! Right here, in our new home, I'm going to make you mine."
It felt like Mama was a whole new version of herself. She didn't hold back any more and I welcomed everything she gave me. She presented her raw Girlcock to me. I devoted myself to worship and love.
The toys I had used to train my throat didn't compare to the real thing. After covering her head in my loving spit, Mama grabbed my head and began to pull me down onto her Ladydick. Despite my vigorous training, my gag-reflex still kicked in when she brushed the back of my mouth.
"Don't worry, my dear. I like it when you make that sound. Your body is trying to reject my cock, but you know you need it."
The full girth of her flared tip began to open my throat. I could feel every inch as she slowly, sensually pushed deeper. She stepped forward and her thighs cushioned my face. There was still more of her cock to take. My eyes were watering, but I looked up at her and we both knew: we wouldn't stop until she was balls-deep.
"One last push, sweetie. Be brave."
My vision was clouded by her belly as she slammed hard down into my throat. Locked in place, I didn't think to breath, to struggle, to move. I relaxed my entire body and let her powerful dick decide when I deserved air. Eventually she pulled all the way out, allowing me to breath. A second later, her cock was shoved all the way down again. I moaned on the length of her meaty dick.
"Mama's going to break you now."
I had no choice, but if I did: I would have surrendered myself to Mama all the same. For the first time, I was subjected to Mama's full desires. She bucked into my throat like a wild beast. I had no idea she could move so fast with such strength. My body felt like some weightless play-toy for her to face-fuck.
"That's right my little Male. Take all of my Futa Cock! You're just a fuck-toy for my Bitch-Breaker LadyDick! You're so fucking weak and so perfect. You're finally mine and no one is going to take you away from me! I own you! I own your throat, your body, and your mind. You belong to me. Me!"
It felt so right.
Mama's precum was already spurting from her tip, coating my poor throat to protect me from her raw thrashing. If I didn't trust her so much, I would have feared she would brake my throat. She reached down and gripped both her hands around my neck.
"Males like you were born for Girlcock. You were born to be bred and bound to Futanari Girlcock. This is why you exist. To take all my love!"
Her pheromones were flooding my mind. I was now entering a bound-state, where my mind would always be thinking about Futanari. The hardwiring of my mind was being rewritten. Ladydick would be everything to me. Especially the Ladydick that now owned me. From that day forward I would be in a near-constant state of cum-drunkness. Mama's endlessly productive nuts would make sure my diet was cum, more cum, and only cum.
"Drink it baby! Drink it baby! Drink Mama's love! Mama loves you so much! Mama wants to pump you full. Drink Mama's love!"
The heavy globes of Mama's nuts had been slapping into my chest ever since she started fucking my mouth-pussy. They were ready to pump me full. Just like all those condoms we filled together. That's what I was now: a living condom for Mama. That's what I always wanted to be. From the first day I saw her fill one.
"Take it! Take it all! Become mine!"
As the torrent of her Futanari cum poured into me, my mind felt weightless.
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My change was complete. My belly swollen with Mama's Love. My body exhausted from a Futanari's true strength. I collapsed into a deep slumber. When I woke, Mama was still using my body for her pleasure. She fucked me unconscious multiple times before she was satisfied. For the first two weeks, whenever I saw her I was instantly on my knees and at her mercy.
Now, my body is only just able to keep up with Mama's cum production. My belly is often in a state of bulging fullness. But that doesn't stop Mama from using me. I've grown accustom to life in the Futa-States. The truth is Mama is a very possessive Futanari. She doesn't like other Futanari looking at me. I find it adorable that she could possibly be jealous. I tell her there's no other Futanari that could pump me full like her. There's no other Futanari like Mama.
Flirting with Mama like that in public has gotten us into trouble. But the authorities are very understanding of Mama's condition. I'm just happy to devote myself to her. She works from home. I'm usually under her desk while she works away. Her soft cock stored down into my throat so I can slurp up all her leaking pre-cum.
My life is forever changed. But if I could go back, I wouldn't change a single thing. I'm a living Cumdump for Mama. Nothing more. And that makes her so happy.