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OMG! Now I'M a Futa! (Book 2 of "The Futa Infection")
The Futa-Doctor Is IN! (Book 3 of "The Futa Infection")
Futa Farm Girl (Book 1 of "The Futa Infection")
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The Futa Infection Series

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We all know the story of The Futa Infection. Now, for the first time, learn how it started in this anthology. How one Futa-woman became two. Became three. Until women everywhere were transforming into sex-hungry futanari, eager to share their hard, throbbing passion with women and men alike! Contains "Futa Farm Girl," "OMG Now I'M a Futa!" And "The Futa-Doctor is In!"

~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~

I love her so much.

It was evening, and the sun was down. After their dinner, they sat out on the back yard, under the swingset Jackie’s grandfather had put up for her when she was a little girl. A few years ago, she had repurposed it to hold a long wooden porch swing, and now she leaned back, her head resting against Danielle’s chest, the worn cushions soft under her legs.

“I’ve always wanted to ask,” her lover asked, drawing a finger down her arm. “Why isn’t the porch swing, you know, on the porch?”

“I like to look at the stars.” In the west, the crescent moon was sinking into the very last hint of sunset, the sky a dark blue. Above, it was inky black, and thousands of stars shone down on them. “And I couldn’t get a good view from the porch. Back here, there’s no lights from the city or the highway. I could just lean back and watch. In a couple of weeks, there’s going to be a meteor shower. The Perseids. You should come out and watch with me. It’s incredible. Every minute or so you get this white streak across the sky. Sometimes they break up, almost like fireworks. And once or twice I’ve actually heard them. They make a hissing sound.”

Danielle made an agreeable noise, and tightened her arms around her. Jackie sighed happily.

For years, she had gone without touch, without human comfort of any kind. After her grandparents died, it had only been her and her mother in the big farmhouse. Sandra Sinclair had never forgiven God or her daughter for the cruel trick fate had played on her, and while she made sure her only child was properly fed and clothed, that was where her sense of duty ended. She certainly didn’t give Jaqueline Sinclair any affection, either with her voice or her body. There were no good-bye hugs when she got on the school bus in the morning, no kisses goodnight when she went to bed. Only cold, tight-lipped silence.

Which made her nights with Danielle even more treasured. The woman bathed her in affection, and she wallowed in it like a cat in the sun. Her arms around her held her snug, and she shifted closer, their legs twining lazily. Even her breath, soft and slow and steady in her ear, was a source of comfort for a woman who had ceased to believe that anyone would love her for who she was.

But Danielle, it seemed, had something more than simple snuggling on her mind. Her hands began to roam up and down her body, cupping her breasts, and then moving down to her sides. The tiny hairs on her arms stood up as she shivered, beginning to feel the first stirrings of desire deep within her body. In her jeans, her shaft twitched.

Her eyes pooled with tears, but she blinked them away. She wasn’t sad. She was happy. Overjoyed. What were the odds? That this beautiful, elegant woman, self-confident and sexy as hell, would fall for her. It would be unlikely enough if her body was normal. Not many women, after all, were lesbians, drawn to their own gender. Or even bisexual, for that matter. But when you combined it with the fact that she was a genetic freak, cursed to have both male and female genitalia, that possibility moved from unlikely to are you freaking kidding me?

But Danielle loved her. Loved her, and wanted her with a fierce desire so intense it almost frightened her, sometimes. During her more introspective moments, Jackie thought her lover’s passion for her was less of a desire than a need.

And, anyway, the sex made her feel really, really good.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateOct 12, 2018
OMG! Now I'M a Futa! (Book 2 of "The Futa Infection")
The Futa-Doctor Is IN! (Book 3 of "The Futa Infection")
Futa Farm Girl (Book 1 of "The Futa Infection")

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  • Futa Farm Girl (Book 1 of "The Futa Infection")

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    Futa Farm Girl (Book 1 of "The Futa Infection")
    Futa Farm Girl (Book 1 of "The Futa Infection")

    Jackie is content to spend her life alone. But when an attractive young woman stumbles out of a storm, she can't turn her away. Danielle is confused by Jackie's wary attitude. But when the hot young lesbian discovers Jackie's secret, she can't hide her desire. The lovely futa-woman has the body of a supermodel, and she's a virgin too! Watch the sparks fly in "Futa Farm Girl!" ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ Danielle watched the struggle play out across Jackie’s face. She held her breath, not daring to upset the delicate balance between them. It was obvious the gorgeous woman was wavering on the knife’s edge. Damn them for hurting her. The ferocity of her anger surprised her. But it was obvious that if Jackie had not been physically abused, she was recovering from a lifetime of emotional trauma. Danielle could imagine it. The signs were all about. Growing up in a small town, in a conservative household. Maybe her father died young. Or maybe it was yet another case of a man abandoning his unwed lover after she came up pregnant. And then, the double blows to the mother. First, the unwanted pregnancy. And then, even worse to her eyes, the horrifying realization that her child was malformed, disfigured, a freak with both male and female genitalia. In all honesty, Danielle thought, it was almost surprising that Jackie was as well-adjusted as she was. If she had to live her life scorned and despised, she probably would have gone completely around the bend. God, I want her so bad. Hidden behind the ridiculous sweatpants, her womanhood gave a frustrated spasm. Her juices were flowing, making her lips hot and slick. Finally, Jackie opened her eyes. In her gaze, Danielle could see the haunting memory of years of hurt. “You’re not playing a trick on me?” Her voice quavered, half-hoping, half-fearing the truth. “You really think I’m...I’m attractive?” Danielle stood. This, she knew, would take a careful touch. She laid her palms on Jackie’s cheeks, meeting her eyes squarely, willing her to see her honesty. “You,” she whispered hoarsely, “are the most amazing creature I have ever seen in my life. And I would be honored if you allowed me the gift of taking your virginity.”

  • OMG! Now I'M a Futa! (Book 2 of "The Futa Infection")

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    OMG! Now I'M a Futa! (Book 2 of "The Futa Infection")
    OMG! Now I'M a Futa! (Book 2 of "The Futa Infection")

    Danielle couldn't be happier. With her new futa-lover Jackie, her days (and nights) are full of incredible sex. But change is coming. When the Futa Infection strikes her, will her sexy doctor give her good advice? Or will Sandra have to see for herself what sex with a futa is like? ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ I love her so much. It was evening, and the sun was down. After their dinner of grilled t-bones, fruit salad, and baked beans, they sat out on the back yard, under the swingset Jackie’s grandfather had put up for her when she was a little girl. A few years ago, she had repurposed it to hold a long wooden porch swing, and now she leaned back, her head resting against Danielle’s chest, the worn cushions soft under her legs. “I’ve always wanted to ask,” her lover asked, drawing a finger down her arm. “Why isn’t the porch swing, you know, on the porch?” “I like to look at the stars.” In the west, the crescent moon was sinking into the very last hint of sunset, the sky a dark blue. Above, it was inky black, and thousands of stars shone down on them. “And I couldn’t get a good view from the porch. Back here, there’s no lights from the city or the highway. I could just lean back and watch. In a couple of weeks, there’s going to be a meteor shower. The Perseids. You should come out and watch with me. It’s incredible. Every minute or so you get this white streak across the sky. Sometimes they break up, almost like fireworks. And once or twice I’ve actually heard them. They make a hissing sound.” Danielle made an agreeable noise, and tightened her arms around her. Jackie sighed happily. For years, she had gone without touch, without human comfort of any kind. After her grandparents died, it had only been her and her mother in the big farmhouse. Sandra Sinclair had never forgiven God or her daughter for the cruel trick fate had played on her, and while she made sure her only child was properly fed and clothed, that was where her sense of duty ended. She certainly didn’t give Jaqueline Sinclair any affection, either with her voice or her body. There were no good-bye hugs when she got on the school bus in the morning, no kisses goodnight when she went to bed. Only cold, tight-lipped silence. Which made her nights with Danielle even more treasured. The woman bathed her in affection, and she wallowed in it like a cat in the sun. Her arms around her held her snug, and she shifted closer, their legs twining lazily. Even her breath, soft and slow and steady in her ear, was a source of comfort for a woman who had ceased to believe that anyone would love her for who she was. But Danielle, it seemed, had something more than simple snuggling on her mind. Her hands began to roam up and down her body, cupping her breasts, and then moving down to her sides. The tiny hairs on her arms stood up as she shivered, beginning to feel the first stirrings of desire deep within her body.

  • The Futa-Doctor Is IN! (Book 3 of "The Futa Infection")

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    The Futa-Doctor Is IN! (Book 3 of "The Futa Infection")
    The Futa-Doctor Is IN! (Book 3 of "The Futa Infection")

    The Futa Infection is spreading. Caught in throes of futa-passion with her lovers, Danielle and Jackie, Dr. Sandra Lee wants nothing more than to be transformed into a futa as well! But if she gets what she desires, who will she please first? Her husband and his naughty fantasies? Or Mary, the sexy, innocent nun? ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ “Christ.” Fourteen hours later, she slumped against the side of her locker in the staff room. “That was a hell of a shift.” Mary nodded. Her eyes were closed, and she leaned her head back against the ratty old couch. “It’s been forever since I’ve had to do a caesarian. But Emily has a healthy baby. And her husband won’t be raising her alone.” “God,” Sandra groaned. Why had she ever gotten into medicine? Why not something more relaxing, like bomb-disposal or junior-high science teacher? “They don’t pay me enough for this.” She looked down at her scrubs, spattered with flecks of blood. “Damn. I’ve got to clean up.” Mary colored at her language, but nodded. “Me, too.” Levering herself to her feet, she looked in the mirror and sighed. “It’s amazing how much you want to scratch your nose at a time like that.” Absently, Sandra walked towards the communal shower, put in for doctors who had to work double – and, at time, triple – shifts, taking off her clothes as she went, leaving Mary to undress alone. The younger woman was lovely, but also oddly shy, considering her profession, where she saw people naked almost every day. Of course, there’s a difference between delivering a baby and getting naked in the shower. Sighing, she stood under the hot water, letting it sluice the blood and sweat and worry away. Her eyes closed, she lathered her hair, rinsed, then reached for a bottle of body wash. A quick rinse, and she would be ready to call Todd and tell him she was on her way home. Maybe the girls would still be at their sleepover, and they could finally... A choked gasp broke her concentration, and she opened her eyes, blinking them to clear them of the stinging suds. Mary was looking at her crotch, an expression of almost comical disbelief on her face. “Um, Sandra?” She swallowed. Oh. Yeah. Whoops. “Can you tell me when you got a...a schlong?”

Author

Alana Church

Born and raised in Illinois, Alana attended the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign, graduating with a degree in Education in 1994. She soon found out that the teaching life was not for her, and after a series of adventures has settled down in the Chicago suburbs, where she works for a telecommunications company.Alana lives alone, surrounded by books, pictures, a pile of story ideas, and a turtle named Pedro.

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