Not So Little Anymore (Futa on Male) 1

By Lara Longstaff

When Mark's best friend, Tara dragged him along to a wedding in their old home town, the young man thought he was in for a boring time. Bullied as a nerd in school, Mark had grown into a strong, handsome man, and meets his match when he bumps into Gwen. He remembered the saucy young lady as an awkward, scrawny nerd, and the two renewed their friendship. Mark finds himself in for lot more than he bargained for when he discovers the BIG secret hiding in Gwen's panties.

Part 1 of a three-part romance involving a man who discovers love and lust with an unexpected partner and learns to love the way that aggressive, super-endowed dickgirls insist on being on top! (WARNING: Sizes described are very much more fantastic than realistic!!)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lara Longstaff
• Release date: Jan 3, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310311178

Lara Longstaff

Hello there!I'm Lara, and I've got a few fantasies I'd love to share with you. But before you get down to reading my tales of futanari lust, let me tell you about myself.I'm 28 years old, single, but soon to be married to my long-time boyfriend, David. We hail from the Midwest of the good ol' USA. My hobbies are many and varied, but first among them are girls who have "something extra"! While I mostly prefer to fantasize about other futanari and such, sometimes my mood swings and I really get the urge to reverse roles with a cute guy, so most of my stories are of one of those two themes.Most of my stories are available on Amazon.com, so be sure to check them out there, too!I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I do writing them!XOXOXOL.L.

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Not So Little Anymore

Part 1

by

Lara Longstaff

Copyright 2015 Lara Longstaff

All Rights Reserved

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Futa World: Origins

I can't believe I let you talk me into this, Mark muttered as he drank down another free beer. It wasn't that he hated parties, or even weddings, but he just didn't know very many people there. He'd spent the evening wandering the hotel's ballroom, eating crappy free food and drinking cheap beer and utterly bored. His best friend, Tara had dragged him along, as her girlfriend was out of town. He winced as he set the empty cup onto the table. Who the hell actually liked light beer, anyway?

Oh, stop being such a stick in the mud, Tara rolled her eyes. She was a tall young woman with the body of a supermodel and a face to match. Her short blonde hair looked especially stylish that evening, and in that pale blue dress that matched her eyes, she was stunning. Mark had to struggle to keep from leering at her. She wasn't his date, exactly. Both were twenty-seven and good-looking, and they probably seemed quite the handsome couple. Seemed being the operative word. Sure, he found her attractive, more than attractive, but they simple didn't have the right parts for each other. Little things like that were hard to overcome, but the two had been close friends all through college and beyond.

You're right, he sighed, running his hand over his head. I'll be all right as long as I don't run into anyone from my old high school. He never liked revisiting his hometown, and would have stayed away if his best friend hadn't begged him to come with her to this stupid wedding. He didn't even know the bride and groom!

What are you afraid of, Mark? You're the best looking guy here. And a lawyer to boot! Tara laughed. Heck if I was into guys I'd snatch you up in a heartbeat!

Don't get any ideas, Tara! he yelped. And take it easy on those gin and tonics! They may be watered down, but I don't want you getting sloppy drunk and going for my butt!

Oh you never know, Mark. You might like it! she giggled and patted his cheek. Don't go anywhere, I'm going to hit the buffet table and see if they have any more shrimp left, the elegant blonde said before melding back into the mingling crowd. Mark watched her go for only a moment before he caught sight of Dale Diggins. He'd been big, hairy brute when he'd bullied Mark in school and was even bigger and hairier now.

Shit, he muttered and quickly turned his back. It wasn't likely that he'd be recognized, but he didn't want to take any chances. As a kid, he'd been short, skinny, pimply, and sporting braces sturdy enough to make a castle portcullis-