Futa Formula Fifty-Five

By Johannes Lowe

When chemistry grad student Paige and her two housemates decide to try doing Jagerbombs with a new and untested energy drink formula Paige mixed up herself, they’re all three surprised when Simone and Tiffany each grow a long, stiff cock! The sensation of growing a foreign yet familiar pole of flesh of their very own is much too good for either to consider Paige’s suggestion they visit the hospital - they’re too eager to experience the pleasures their new phallic gifts are promising them. Both girls are taller and stronger than petite Paige, the only one who’s still truly a girl - will she submit and let these newly-minted futa girls have their way with her?

The next day, Paige wakes up well-fucked and well-rested, but she’s still wondering why it is that the other two grew cocks but she didn’t. To help, and to reassure the lingering doubts in her mind that she’s not a lesbian, she visits her semi-boyfriend Morgan, a geeky chemistry genius - who helps her to piece together the cause of this strange phenomenon. However, it’s much to Paige’s dismay that it turns out he’d already helped himself to an earlier iteration of her formula a few days before - after a night of hot sex with Morgan, Paige goes to sleep with a man... and wakes up with another petite, sexy woman! Morgan is confused and terrified, and the transformation has left this new-made woman incredibly horny. Will Paige help Morgan the only way she knows how?

Finally, Paige returns to the scene of the crime with Morgan in tow - and we experience the long-awaited erotic transformation scene of our heroine herself... from girl to futa! She’ll grow the most thick, heavy, and turgid cock of all - one that puts the others to shame, and demands attention. She’ll soon have it - from Morgan, Simone, Tiffany, and before long... anyone else who lays eyes on her monster girl-cock!

Join Paige for a gender-bender adventure of epic proportions as the whole campus is enthralled by the power of the formula! This is an erotic story in approximately 15,000 words spread across three hot chapters - featuring numerous, intimately described sex scenes between women, men, and all in between. This story is not intended for readers under the age of eighteen.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Johannes Lowe
• Release date: Mar 16, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301445936

Johannes Lowe

Several years ago, a humble cubicle worker with some free time and a taste for the most eclectic themes in erotica realized how difficult it was to find well-written erotic stories that catered to those with exotic or unusual tastes. Johannes Lowe, who had little else to do with an old college degree still collecting dust in a cabinet somewhere, decided to try his hand at erotic writing, with a bent toward the fantastic and the impossible. Johannes can be a reclusive figure, and was reluctant to share his work online at first - as either an amateur or a professional. Still, after several months of long nights alone writing strange and otherworldly stories, he decided to submit a few of his titles under the handle of ‘Adrammalech’, one of the pagan gods of the Old Testament. He used to haunt mcstories.com near-exclusively, however, he branched out to Literotica later on. He was surprised at the level of feedback and high ratings he received, particularly for his long erotic science fiction epics - ‘Imnir Ark’ and ‘Humanity 2.0’. Dozens of fans emailed him on a regular basis, asking when the next update would be. Perplexed at this development, Johannes continued to write amateur erotica, trying his hand at numerous kinks and genres, all in the interest of becoming a better erotic writer. Years later, Johannes Lowe has written a shelf of erotic titles, all for sale professionally on several major e-book retailers - and all without leaving his day job (or night job, such as the case may be). His work ranges from novella to full novel length, and often features themes of transformation, mind control, size-play, and futanari - among other things. He continues to expand his collection of titles, in the expectation that the increasing saturation of vanilla M/F erotic titles online will eventually propel more and more of the audience into the eclectic as they become jaded. He aspires to make his name synonymous with professional-quality work in any genre he writes in.

Book preview

FUTA FORMULA FIFTY-FIVE

AN EROTIC GENDER-BENDING ADVENTURE

by Johannes Lowe

Copyright 2012 by Johannes Lowe

published by little brown bag books at Smashwords.com

CHAPTER ONE

So it's not caffeine... okay... then what is it? Tiffany scooped up a bit of the bluish stuff from the unadorned plastic pitcher I'd put the latest formula in - unceremoniously marked with a Sharpie to say '# 55'. There had been a number of... less successful versions before.

It's - well, don't freak out - it's based on testosterone. I pursed my lips, hoping they wouldn't be shocked. Both Simone and Tiffany were wide-eyed, but seemed focused on me enough to at least listen.

I began to rattle off the basic idea - I'd sequestered all of the 'male' aspects of testosterone... I think, but let's not tell them that... and had isolated only the mentally activating parts. The theory was, it was a super energy drink that would only really affect women. It wouldn't do much for men, but for us girls it could give us a massive boost of energy... and arousal... with far less side effects than you saw with conventional energy drinks. If it worked the way I thought, it might even be the womens' Viagra that people had been trying to find for decades.

Or so the theory went.

Simone nodded sagely, probably understanding half of it. My two housemates were undergrads, and this year I'd gotten a pair of surprisingly pretty and outgoing ones. Simone was tall at five feet and eleven inches, and she was damn near a perfect model beauty - svelte build, a nice bronze-tanned color, long and silken honey-blonde hair, and hazel eyes. Her oval face drew the gaze of every man and most women too.

She was a chem major, but only a junior - I'm a grad student, by the way - and she was focusing on the non-organic stuff. The tall blonde was wearing a simple pink tube top with tight gray jeans - who knew where she found those, I wanted a pair - and she'd kicked off her heels when she got home.

Her top did little to hide her pride and joy - not that it was meant to - which was her F-cup tits. There was no sense calling them mere breasts. She had true boobs... straight-up cow tits. I knew she'd caught me eyeing her gorgeous curves and those swollen melons of girl-flesh in a way that wasn't really just idle curiosity. I hadn't really come to terms with that part of myself either. Was it really so bad for girls to just appreciate the beauty of other girls? Sigh...

Tiffany gave the occasional uh-huh and bright smiles of understanding at my semi-lecture. I knew, of course, that they were utterly hollow. She might have understood it, if she really cared about academics. She was smart - nobody could remember the enormous amount of pop-culture and TV-show bullshit she did without having at least some intelligence - but she simply didn't care about school. Tiffany was here to party and get laid, and Mom and Dad footed the bill while her grades cratered. She wouldn't even make it another year at this rate.

Still - I doubted Tiffany would do that badly even without finishing college. She was a good judge of character, if nothing else, and I couldn't believe that she'd end up with the wrong guy... she was just too good at spotting the bad ones. She was still undeclared and a sophomore, and proud of it. Tiffany didn't really give a damn about anyone's judgments of her in general, which gave her a kind of magnetism that fascinated the more awkward, introverted demographic... such as myself.

To be honest, I envied her most days. That laid-back attitude of hers and her complete lack of stress in apparently everything were, in many ways, infuriating - yet equally charming. She was wearing a tight, matte-black 'club dress', she called it... it wrapped perfectly around her upper body, showing just a bit of cleavage, and had what amounted to a miniskirt below. Tiffany's long brunette curls ran down just past her shoulders, and she wore a thin pair of glasses somewhat like my own - though she wore her contacts over her pale blue eyes, usually, when she went out.

Her smile was brilliant, and she was about normal height for a girl... taller than me, of course, at five feet and four inches. Those C-cups of hers put mine to shame. Her features were a bit square-ish, but it sure as hell didn't stop most men from hitting on her. As far as I knew, though, she never had any