Fabulous Futanari Fantasies

By Randall Rogue

A trio of sordid tales of women who have lovely large dicks swinging between their legs. Find inside "You Can Buy Anything on the Internet", about a very special package, "BIOMODS Inc. Function Follows Form", where technology brings forth the best in people, and "Crossing Boundaries in All the Best Ways" wherein a lovely futanari finds herself in the sights of a crossdressing man.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dapper Rat Publishing
• Release date: Jul 9, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311284419

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BIOMODS Inc. Function Follows Form

The technician sat on the sofa and drummed her fingers on the equipment case while the customer equivocated. The small movement wasn't an act of impatience, just that awkward fiddling that fills the silence between strangers. Whether the lady wanted to go through with it or not didn't really matter, and it really wasn't her place to push in either direction.

Does it hurt?

Snapped back to the present by the question, the technician brushed a snow white strand of hair behind her ear, tried to look reassuring, and shook her head. Nope. The area is numbed so you don't feel anything directly. You can sort of sense the machine rummaging around inside you, not painful of course, but that may be the brain providing phantom sensations that it expects to be there when none actually exist.

The customer furrowed her brow and looked back at the pamphlet. She took a huge breath and let it out slowly as if trying to calm herself. She glanced at the BIOMOD Inc. tag pinned to the technician's shirt and read the technician's name again. Ms. Okada, can I make a bit of an embarrassing confession?

The technician steadfastly refused to allow a smile to creep across her face. She knew what was coming, and making light of it would be unkind. Please, you can call me Lisa, and I don't judge. Feel free to say anything.

The woman nodded. I suppose you can call me Tess then. The truth is that when I submitted my request on your company's website I was...

Her face fell and she hid it behind one slender hand.

Time to through her a rope. Tess, your order came in at three in the morning on a Saturday. Would it be safe for me to assume that perhaps that you had been partaking in some liquid refreshment earlier that evening?

Tess looked up, her bright eyes slightly hunted. She saw Lisa's expression and her face broke into a shamed smile, then a laugh. Yeah, I was drunk off my ass. I take it this has happened to you before.

Lisa smiled in response. About once a month. Look, if you don't want to go through with it, just let me know. Up until the moment the machine turns on, you can get out of it with just a small consultation fee.

Whew, OK. That's good to know.

You want to call it off?

No, not just yet. I mean, I was interested before and you came all this way out here. I might as well explore the idea.

The trip from Lisa's office to this tastefully decorated living room hadn't actually been all that great and house calls were part of the job, but if the customer still wanted to consider it, that was her prerogative.

Well, I can answer any questions you might have about the procedure or living with the alteration.

At this, Lisa cocked her head to one side, looking a little lost.

Seeing the other's face, Lisa continued. Oh, I had one installed about a year ago. The company likes to send out techs who have the mod in question for home visits. It's to better relate, they say.

Almost on cue, the customer scanned her up and down. You've got one? I'd never have guessed.

Lisa shrugged. It's not hard to hide if you know what you're doing; drag queens have been doing so for decades and we go through a lot of effort to make sure any mod we install can pass under the radar if need be. The hair's a pretty obvious exception. She pointed a the follicles in question; the hair was indeed an