The Untold Story of Sarah

By Futa Contractor

Sarah was from a small town out west, and decided that she was fed up with being repressed. She felt that New York City could offer her so much more, seeing as how it was filled with culture and life. She had to hide her secret attractions from the world, and it grew to difficult for her. With so many temptations in the Big Apple Sarah found herself drawn to explore her deepest sexual desires. When she met Michelle she didn't expect to find the woman of her dreams. She planned to do anything to make Michelle hers, and that would mean going from one side of the world to the other.

In this action packed steamy erotica fiction you are taken on a journey that you just can't seem to put down. From a crazed Corporation trying to infect the human race with the Futanari Gene, to a young woman just trying to make sense of her life the roller coaster just can't seem to stop.

Warning: Contains extreme Adult Content, Language, and Futanari Transformation themes throughout.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Futa Contractor
• Release date: Oct 23, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311002815

Futa Contractor

Hello I am the Futanari Contractor.I go by Futa Contractor here online and have been writing stories of Futanari Erotica Novels for over three years now. I found the fetish within the past five years and grew tired of some of the work I read over and over to use for my... ahem, recreational time. Growing tired of the characters and story design I decided to put some of my writing training into works of Erotica that I found exciting. After getting the guts to publish some of them online on sites like Literotica and Futanari Palace, I found that the public enjoyed the work I had written.I then attended many writing lectures and classes and attempted to integrate many of the teachings into my works, and have seen the progression of story changes and character changes. With that I decided to take my online published chapters, bundle them into eBooks, and sell them to the masses. I worked closely with Fenoxo creating a porting tool to bring his games to both iOS and Android and he supported me with sharing my publications to his amassed following. With a positive outpouring from the community I have decided to try and make my move towards becoming a full time author.I have decided to try and add an incentive to my writing career by first starting with you, my reader. With pledges that can help push me and encouragement from the community, I will get new content pushed out as quickly and efficiently as possible. Depending on the amount of pledges I will adjust my work load to include new chapters and even drawings from commissioned artists. There will be new chapters monthly and of course, depending on your pledge, access to other chapters and books I have already published.This entire career starts with you, my followers and family. I will make sure that you are priority in my work and I promise to make sure that you get the best bang for your buck (all puns intended). With enough time, patience, and income I promise to become the full time Futanari (and other fetish) Erotica Author you all deserve.With that I give you my love and gratitude for any help you provide in allowing me to consider pursuing this career. I will cherish our time together and hope to hear from many of you. If you are interested to continue to push my work further please feel free to Visit my patreon and get exclusive bundles and packages you won't find anywhere else online!Futa Contractor

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The Untold Story of Sarah

Author Futa Contractor

The Untold Story of Sarah

By Futa Contractor

Copyright 2013 Futa Contractor

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1 - Change

Chapter 2 - Oblivion

Chapter 3 - Elation

Chapter 4 - Freedom

Chapter 5 - Corruption

Chapter 6 - Acceptance

Chapter 7 - Fixation

Chapter 8 - Confinement

Chapter 9 - Rapture

Chapter 10 - Escape

Chapter 11 - Love

Chapter 12 - Soulbond

Chapter 13 - Finality

Chapter 14 - Completion

Chapter 1

I was not one for cheap tricks and theatrics, but I did enjoy being alone more often than not. I had a friend named Michelle who always tried to push me to go shopping here, or get my nails done there. None of these things truly interested me anymore. I wanted to be at home, Cooped up in my living room with all the blinds closed. I was extremely reclusive. I looked forward to that special me time.

I moved to New York to get to know myself and it paid out handsomely. My parents weren’t upset, but they were sad to see me move so far away. I just needed to find out what I was meant to do. I wasn't excited to be accepted into a boring receptionist job, but it allowed me to explore the world. The only downside was I eventually found out I had an addiction that I never knew about.

I saw countless fashion models, beauty queens, and extremely attractive women. I decided to start taking care of myself, trying to mimic their appearance. I first started with clothing, hair, makeup, and tweezing. I then heard that sex was better if you were waxed. I wasn’t anywhere near ready to have sex, but if the fashion models did it I supposed I should join in. At the time I was a virgin with no future plans of losing it.

I looked into waxing options but I could never dream of exposing myself to random people for them to pull hair off my lady parts. I decided to order a self-waxing kit online. It took a couple of weeks to get to my house, and in that time I met a girl named Michelle. I didn’t go out much because I was afraid of the big apple, and I had people constantly telling me what I was missing out on. I heard from a coworker that there was a pizza place that was outstanding. So I took a cab to try and avoid any chance of getting mugged, since that is the exact reason I didn’t want to explore the city much. The place was small and looked disgusting. It was a good thing the smell of the pizza overpowered me. I paid the driver, and whirled around on my heel. As I did so I ran right into a large one topping pizza. It went all over me. The guy carrying it started cussing me out for being a retard. I wiped off some of the sauce from my jacket. I felt disgusting.

The girl the guy was with looked apologetic for his behavior, and she ran to the restaurant to grab some napkins. The manager came out and offered the guy another pizza for his trouble. He wasn’t paying attention and stormed off. The guy didn’t even realize he left his date behind. The manager brought me a towel and apologized for that jackass. I couldn’t figure out why everyone was apologizing for someone that was clearly deranged. Eventually I placed my order and sat down at a table. The girl walked over to me.

My name is Michelle, what is yours? She asked me. Her voice was so soft, and yet somehow sturdy. She had a very angular jaw, with cat like eye shadow that accented her thin eyebrows very well. Her hair was a rich blond, you could tell it wasn’t her natural color but it suited her well. Her body was very lithe. I am sure she could kick my ass without even breaking a sweat.

My name is Sarah. I said back sheepishly. She was a sturdy powerful woman. She sat down across from me and we chatted until my food was finished. We exchanged information saying we needed to get in touch again soon. I put it in my wallet and headed home smiling to myself. Even though I took a bath in some crazy guy’s pizza, I could say that it was one of the best nights of my life.

It was a couple weeks later when the package arrived at my doorstep. I hadn’t been more nervous in my life. I opened the box with haste to find the small package. I was sure that I could have gone to a supermarket and bought the same thing, but that scared me too much. I decided that ordering and avoiding prying eyes would have been my best option. I collected the required materials from my kitchen and made my way to the bathroom. It wasn’t a large apartment; I had a living room that fit a single couch and television in it. There was a coat closet next to the bathroom door. The third door led to my bedroom. The unit was a small box, but I had street access, and there was only one apartment above me. I didn’t hear the neighbors much, and the block I lived on was pretty calm. I loved it because it made me feel like I was in the movies. The block had trees in front of every apartment complex, and the sidewalks were very large.

When I entered the bathroom the cold tile greeted my bare feet. I set the small packages along the counter. It wasn’t a large bathroom, but there was room enough for me to try a new adventure. I grabbed the wax package and placed it over a candle it came with. It smelled like cookies and cream. I smiled as it brought back childhood memories. I decided the best way to wax myself was to strip down nude. I blushed as I shirked my clothing off. I hoped that what I was doing was bad. I pulled my hair back in a ponytail and sat myself down on the floor next to the products. I was trembling and couldn’t figure out why as I heated up the sticky substance. After I applied it to the hair around my pussy I soon realized that I had a hard time doing anything without small goose bumps dancing on my skin. It was so thrilling... I had felt attracted to someone before but this wasn’t the same. I felt my cheeks burn red as I leaned over and grabbed a wax strip. Any movement or bump I made sent shivers up my spine. I placed the strip on the wax and I felt my breathing grow ragged each time I moved my hand. I quickly pulled the wax strips off and looked down at my pussy. It was so weird how it hurt but felt amazing. I quickly tore off the rest of the hair until I was completely smooth. I once again examined my vagina. I had never seen myself without hair, and somehow it made my body start to shake. I lost control of my mind and began thinking about what it would taste like.

I pressed my thighs together. I couldn't be thinking things like that... it wasn’t meant for women to be with other women. The action of moving my thighs was a wrong decision though. I felt a sticky liquid collect on my inner thigh. Why was my pussy sweating? I wish I had gotten more into biology when I was in school. I knew nothing about myself physically. I had heard that sex was messy and that was about it. I spread my legs again and looked down at myself. My skin was so red from the waxing. I had some after waxing lotion that came in the box and decided that it could help with the redness.

I poured a small amount into my hand and spread it around gently. I felt goose bumps blister across my thighs, and a shiver ran down my spine. It felt good... why did my body feel good? I thought that sex was only good if a guy was involved. I also thought that it required a penis to push inside the vagina to even get close to exciting. I had also heard that it hurt sometimes. I guess I had heard a lot of things, but there wasn’t a way to know unless you tried it. It didn’t interest me very much though. I take that back, sex did interest me but if I could take the guy out of the equation. Men were such jerks and I never got along with them. For example that bastard that Michelle was with. What was his problem? I figured I would die a virgin because it was a better alternative to men. If only women could have cocks, then they would be the perfect fit for me.

I felt my cheeks turn red. I was thinking about something that wasn’t normal. A woman with a cock wasn’t natural and it wasn’t meant to be. Besides I was also thinking about sex with women, which was horrible according to my family. Michelle was so beautiful though... I wish I could spend more time with her. I moved my fingers realizing they were touching the loose skin of my pussy. I felt another shudder of pleasure pulsate through my vagina. I moved my hand back down and it felt amazing. What was I doing that made me so excited? I never felt like this before, and I remembered hearing a word that people used to describe what was going on. I couldn't remember. I moved my fingers closer to the folds and spread them apart a little bit. I looked down at my body and saw a tighter nub sticking up. It was so interesting and different from the rest of the loose wet skin. I used my other free hand to touch it. As soon as I did a jolt of electric pleasure ran through my whole body. My legs shook against my will and I let out a deep breath I had been holding.

The word then struck me. I was getting horny. Inspecting my femininity was making my body horny. I was getting to the point where there was an ache in my stomach. I couldn’t breathe right, I kept taking deep breaths and getting light headed each time I touched that stiffer flesh inside my pussy folds. Each movement I made was more exciting than the last. Soon the wetness was overpowering. There was an overly salty but sweet smell filling the air. It combined beautifully with the candle I had lit. I took my left hand that was holding my pussy lips apart and moved it down along my vagina. I dug my fingers into my skin feeling around, as my right hand rubbed and played with that stiff nub.

Eventually I found the entrance to my vagina, and I dug my fingers in deep. It was exhilarating. I couldn’t have imagined that touching my body could be so exciting and feel so good. I continued to rub my fingers around inside, until I bumped the top part of my pussy. It felt almost as amazing as the nub on the outside. I began rubbing it with my index finger, trying to coax more pleasure out of my body. Suddenly my vision went white. I couldn’t make anything out. My legs were shaking; my pussy was leaking so much liquid. My toes curled up, and I couldn’t breathe. I pinched my eyes as I moved my fingers in a dance with my flesh.

I moaned out as I tried to catch my breath, and there was a sudden jolt in my body. It felt like the walls of my vagina were squeezing around my finger. There was a blinding pleasure that pulsated through me and I moaned out again, once again against my will. I slowed the pace down with my fingers, and removed my digits from my now dripping wet pussy. I think I had just masturbated. I also think I just had an orgasm. I was told by my parents growing up that masturbation was a sin, and that I would go to hell if I ever tried anything sexual outside of marriage. Why was feeling so good something so bad to them?

I grabbed the towel I had and wiped up the juices my body produced. It was one of the most exciting, and one of the best feelings I had ever had in my life. It was something that I would have to try again; there was no way I was going to give this feeling up. I stood up from the bathroom floor and stood to face the mirror. My face was flush and sweaty. My hair was matted to my head and I looked up at the clock. I had been playing with my pussy for over an hour. I smiled at myself and made a vow to discover more about this hidden world.

I eventually hit the Internet and did as much research on girl masturbation as I could. There were all sorts of videos, pictures, and devices out there. I decided to watch a couple tutorial videos. There was no way I could teach myself this stuff without someone’s guidance. Day after day I would gather my laptop to my bed and strip myself down and masturbate away to the videos they had. Soon I realized I needed more than my hands, and I would go online looking for toys that they featured in these videos. I found myself avoiding videos that involved men. They were always harry, and unnatural. Besides most of the videos that focused on the girls had better close ups of how the pussy looked.

I found myself getting more and more turned on by women as I watched these videos. I didn’t know that I was so attracted to women until now. I remember in high school having a crush on one of the male art students. Why was I so attracted to women now? Soon I had a small array of dildos ranging from glass to hard plastics that I had ordered online. It was so easy to find stores that didn't include return labels, so people couldn't see what you were buying. I am sure the delivery man knew that I was reclusive because we saw each other at least once a week. My new collection of toys teased my body that made me feel incredible. I used them to coax out orgasm after orgasm. There was a video of a girl on a social network I found that was called ‘Me and my Rabbit’. I researched that dildo and found there were millions of them online that I could buy. I found one that looked the cutest and ordered it. I had a reason to spend my money now.

Eventually eating became less important. The only reason I ate was to have enough energy to masturbate. I didn’t want anything else but to feel that clenching pleasure of an orgasm. I found myself moaning out and mimicking the sounds I heard in these porno clips I found online, and the more I did the more exciting it became. I am sure that my neighbors became less appreciative of me. During this time I had heard from Michelle a few times, and she would come over and try to get me to go out. Each time she did I would mull over the thought of spending time in a mall, or have that vibrating cock tease my cunt. I would turn her down often, and she would always retort that one day I would die and no one would know for weeks.

My collection of pornographic material and toys soon overtook my room. I had to hide it away from the human eye. I eventually emptied shoe boxes and gathered them in my closet. The only thing that I couldn't hide very well was my sybian. That was one of my more entertaining toys, but it was extremely loud because it would vibrate the whole bed or floor. I turned off the closet light and it looked as clean as a whistle. No one would know that I was a secret newly born sex-aholic.

I would keep my eyes on the street when I traveled by bus or taxi, trying to catch glimpses of low cut shirts, extremely tight clothing, or mini-skirts. I loved the thrill I would get when I made eye contact with one of the girls I was ogling and they would smile back and tell me where they got the outfit. Little did they know I had no interest in the outfit, but what was filling out the outfit? While on one of my random hunts I discovered there was an adult video store about a block from my house. The second I got home I dressed up with my heaviest coat and thick glasses. I made a few laps around the street to hopefully detour people from my trail.

It was a bit absurd. I am sure that no one was really following me, but it was just in case my neighbors recognized me. I made my way into the store. There was a faint smell of strawberries in the air. There was an awkward kid standing in a cartoon section breathing heavy while reading the back of a DVD. I smiled as I tilted my head down. I started looking for hot and heavy girl on girl action. There were so many good sales going on I couldn’t resist collecting as many titles as I did. I actually had to go back up to the store front and collect a small hand basket. There were buy ten for fifteen dollars, or buy three get one free. I filled that hand basket in a few minutes and made my way up front. I spent no more than fifty dollars and got hundreds of hours of amazing sex videos.

I went back to that store weekly from then on. It was amazing. I soon recognized the actresses in the videos, and learned the ones that I enjoyed masturbating to more. Each time I went in that store though there was always that same geeky kid breathing heavy while reading the back of a cartoon DVD. After two months of going to this store I built up the courage to go into that cartoon section. I made my way around the pew to find him tenting his pants while reading the video. He realized I was standing in the row with him, and he quickly slammed the DVD on the shelf and turned away from me acting as though he was reading something else.

I walked up to him and I could hear him whimper as I got closer. He was shaking from head to toe. I think that I was more than enough for him to handle. To break the tension I stopped looking at him and faced the other side of the aisle.

Hi. I whispered as though we were in a library. The kid dropped a DVD out of pure shock. He looked to be about