I rubbed my thumb across the spongy crown, squealed my delight.“I love being a futa!”I found Mr. Yancy’s classroom and ripped open the door. I b...rst in. All the girls lifted their heads from their textbooks, glancing at me. Their eyes widened with surprise at the sight of my petite body sporting a huge futa-dick.“And so you can see how when we plug cosine into the value for X,” droned Mr. Yancy, not even aware of my intrusion.I loved futa-fairy magic!“Deidre, I’m a futa!” I shouted, spotting my. I tried to look him in the eyes but his focus was nowhere to be found. He looked straight through me, reliving some kind of terror in his mind’s eye.“Is he okay?” the good Pastor asked.“I’m not sure,” I said, still trying to make eye contact with the shaking bastard.Frankie dropped to the ground and pulled his knees tight to his chest. He began rocking back and forth in the long, thick grass. “The fucking demon came for me...” he whispered over and over again.“What’s wrong with him?” Benny. .. what kind of relationship do you guys actually have?" "It's quite normal and boring, really. Much like the way you know us but we do argue a lot, and that's where our differences come out. George is a talker. He has a big mouth and is often the one to start the argument, sometimes over nothing at all, just for the sake of it, almost. He is also a man of peace and would never hurt a fly. You know, the pacifist kind of guy. I love him, but he is a wimp. Myself, I don't like to initiate a. “Well?” she prompted, her face and voice not showing even a hint of her distress.I said, “Of course you’re more. I won’t say I love you more than anyone else in the world because that would be a lie. But I do love you, Holly Marie Strodmeyer-Quinn. I’m sorry if you didn’t know that already.”She said with a coldness to her voice, “So I’m not just some girl you’re toying with before turning me into a fuck doll.”“No, you’re not. What do you want me to say, Holly? What are you really asking me?”“Am.