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Futa Fix: More Dick, More Dining and More Dashing	By : DarkWolves Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > FemSlash/Yuri - Female/Female Views: 1139 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Futa Fix Dick, Dine and Dash and I make no money from writing this.

Chapter List
- 1-Stacy
- 1
Contains: Futanari (Obviously), Pregnancy, Lactation, Semi-public sex, No penetration, Masturbation, Breast Play, Dub-con

The mop passed back and forth across the tiled floor. This was the third time this same spot had been cleaned, seemingly determined to make sure it was absolutely spotless. While that may seem admirable in her diligence, it was more due to her attention being diverted elsewhere. Specifically, between her legs.

It wasn’t entirely her fault. For you see, Emily was a Futa. This meant that a lot of her attention was focussed solely on keeping the eldritch meat dragon slumbering soundly in its cave. It didn’t help that the local’s favourite pastimes seemed to involve barbecuing and setting off flares seemingly every hour on the hour (Even during the day).

Was she really such an appealing morsel? She came to work in her usual pink and white jumper, white skirt, black shorts and sneakers. And after work, she was almost always to be found at home playing video games, surfing the net and occasionally taking a stab at writing some erotic literature. What about any of that screamed ‘Sex icon’?

Still, it was nearly the end of her shift. All she had to do was keep going and soon it would be-

“Emily, can you please help in the back” Rachel called out through the open doorway to her office.

“Ok, I’ll be right there” Emily called back, dropping the mop back into the wheeled bucket before dragging it behind her across the diner.

Emily headed through the diner towards the storeroom. She passed through the maze of shelves to find someone already hefting a stack of boxes in through the delivery door. Emily propped the mop and bucket up against the wall before stepping forwards.

“Here, let me help” Emily offered. Emily reached out to grasp the box in the middle of the stack, lifting it out of their hands before carrying it over to set it down in its proper place.

“Thanks”

“No proble-” Emily turned back around and immediately felt herself freeze in place. She should have guessed it would be them.

She had been contending with this thing for nearly a month now. For all that time she had managed to maintain something of a tenuous hold over it. That hold was now severely at risk for one reason. Stacy Coombes.

Blonde ponytail, blue eyes, shapely figure wrapped up in form fitting brown shirt and knee length shorts. The whole package. She had been working as a delivery driver at the Diner for well over a year now. Always professional, cheerful and polite. Emily felt her stomach begin to stir as she was treated to a perfect view through the valley of Stacy’s ample cleavage beneath her brown work shirt. Stacy leant forward as she swept the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand.

“It sure is warm out today” Stacy bemoaned.

The way that the thin film of sweat caused her clothes to clutch tightly to her ample chest was enrapturing. Emily fought to keep herself under control as Stacy began to flap the front of her shirt to cool herself down. The blonde was met with little success given the tightness of her shirt.

“Yeah” Emily agreed. “Are you sure you’re ok to keep working?”

“It’s no problem” Stacy assured her. “The doctor said I’ve got at least another two months before I have to start taking it easy”

It was well known amongst the staff that Stacy was pregnant, already showing the tell-tale signs of a baby bump around her midriff. Her boyfriend had left her a few months ago, leaving her with the prospect of having to raise the child on her own. While she had family support they all lived out of town. Stacy was determined to raise her baby herself, working to earn as much money as she could before the baby came.

As she stared Emily noticed yet more stains growing on the front of her shirt. At first, she thought it had just been because of the heat. She soon realised that the two circles were centred around the tips of her nipples. It was milk, Stacy was lactating!

“Um, Stacy…” Emily tried to interject. Emily pointed with a shaking finger, unable to quite to bring herself to say it out loud.

Stacy glanced down, yelping in surprise as she realised the sheer extent of the stains swiftly growing across the front of her shirt.

“It’s ok, I’ll get something” Emily immediately burst into action, rushing around the storeroom in search of something to help. A blanket, a cloth, a container, anything! Emily tore open one of the boxes to be met by an arrangement of brand-new drinking glasses. That would have to do.

Emily pulled out a pair of glasses and turned back towards Stacy, nearly dropping them to the floor in surprise. Stacy had pulled open her top to reveal her pert, natural breasts topped with a pair of bright rosy pink nipples. A thin line of white trailed its way down from the peak of her nipples across the swell of her breasts.

Emily rushed forward, holding the glasses out for her.

“Ah, thank you” Stacy accepted the offered glasses, planting them against the peak of her breasts. Emily watched with rapt attention as the soft mounds swelled around the lips of the glasses. Her nipples rose as they continued to leak yet more pearly white milk into the glasses. While it might have seemed comical to some, Emily could not help but feel herself become aroused. The familiar tenting of her new appendage resisting against the fabric of her shorts became ever more insistent.

“Oh no” Stacy called out, finally drawing Emily’s attention back to her. It was only then that Emily realised the reason for her surprise. The milk was already beginning to spill over the edge of the glass with no sign of tapering off. By now, Stacy already had thin streams of creamy white spilling down her front.

Emily panickily began to think of an answer. The sensible solution would be to simply run back across the storeroom and retrieve a new set of glasses. But in this moment, all logical sensibilities left her. Emily acted entirely on instinct. She rushed forward and latched her lips onto the underside of the swell of Stacy’s chest.

Stacy yelped in surprise at the press of Emily’s lips to her bare skin. Her moment of inattention allowed the lip of the cup to slip from against her breast to be swiftly replaced with Emily’s lips encircling her nipple. Emily sucked eagerly on the tender nub, savouring the wash of warm, creamy taste across the top of her tongue. It was not long before her whole mouth was filled and overflowing with milk.

Stacy’s tenuous hold over the other glass in her hand began to falter. She tried to place it down carefully beside her, her quivering fingers causing the majority of the contents to spill from the glass across her front before she could lay it down safely. This did little to deter Emily’s ravenous appetite as she continued to eagerly devour Stacy’s supple chest.

Her other hand reached across to clasp her palm across Stacy’s other breast. While this may have some small effect in stemming the deluge of milk pouring from the nipple it also had the (un?)intended consequence of stimulating the already sensitive nub. A sudden flash of heat passed through the blonde which had absolutely nothing to do with maternal instinct, quite the opposite in fact.

Stacy felt herself growing damper by the moment. Despite the surprise of the moment she could hardly control herself. Her hands began to drift inexorably down her front, the tips of her fingers teasing her pussy through the front of her shorts. Stacy felt the heat rising against her touch. The tips of her fingers slipped underneath her shorts, caressing across the front of her sodden panties.

The eagerness of her indulgence did not go unnoticed. Even with her lips wrapped firmly around her swollen breast Emily would have to be blind not to notice the hand rubbing furiously across the inside of the girls’ pants. While she may feel a twinge of self-consciousness about people knowing about her ‘addition’ she was hardly going to let an opportunity like this slip her by. Besides, the way she was going, even if Stacy noticed she was hardly likely to care.

Emily caressed her free hand down the front of her elasticated black shorts. She could already feel her cock beginning to tense against the material. She had learned the hard way that when this thing got excited, there was no underwear in her closet that could constrain it.

Emily reached beneath the waistband and drew out her shaft, her cock already rising to her full attention. Grasping the base firmly in her hand she began to jerk herself, curling her fingers around the head of her shaft before plunging back down to the base. Her lips eagerly sucked the ample breast in time to the swiftly growing movements of her hand.

Stacy’s fingers rubbed furiously with no grace or subtlety to their actions. Her only goal seemed to be to excite her quivering lips with the most mind-blowing orgasm she could muster. Her ministrations swiftly began to have the desired effect as every touch, every caress of her fingers sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Combined with the very thought of doing such things together in a work storeroom was just-

All combined, it swiftly proved far too much for her to resist. Stacy’s body suddenly erupted in a torrent of ecstasy as she came. Emily suddenly found her already overflowing mouth flooded with a wash of creamy white milk, far more than she could ever hope to swallow. Emily felt her lips slip from around Stacy’s plump breast, the torrent of milk spilling out across her front to drench her pink hoodie.

The delectable treat washing across her front was all that was necessary to tip Emily over her already perilous precipice. Soon the tip of her cock erupted in a shower of cum in front of her. The final shuddering spurts leapt from the tip of her cock to splash across the floor. The red mist began to clear and her sensibilities slowly returned to her.

Emily suddenly found herself stunned into silence. The usually professional and demure Stacy lay soaked through with milk and overwhelmed by an intense feeling of utter contentment on top of the crate. She continued to lay there, panting softly while completely oblivious of the mess she had made of the crates around her, the floor and everything else in between.

Glancing down at the front of her hoodie, Emily quickly concluded that any attempt to dry it out would be a lost cause until she could get home and clean it properly. She had to focus on cleaning up this mess before anyone else could stumble across it. Retrieving the mop and bucket propped against the wall she swiftly set about cleaning the large white stains all across the floor.

In contrast to the tightly wound coil of excitement she had been just moments ago her thoughts were suddenly clear. Her grip was steady, Hell, even her movements were smoother as the mop practically glided effortlessly across the floor.

Perhaps she had inadvertently stumbled upon a solution to her problem. Perhaps all she needed to do, when the roar of the dragon became too greater, was sequester herself somewhere and let it have its fill of her own accord. Would she suddenly find herself taking masturbation breaks the same way normal people took coffee breaks? How long would that last before she had-

“A massive cock!”

Emily’s eyes shot up, a wave of cold shock piercing through her like an icicle spear. She looked up to face Stacy, still slumped listlessly across the crate as the blonde stared across at her. Emily’s attention had been so consumed with cleaning that she had neglected to realise that Stacy had come too. Emily followed her eyes as the realisation suddenly dawned upon her. She had forgotten to put her cock away! Instead, she still had it hanging semi-deflated between her legs.

Emily tried in vain to conceal herself behind the shaft of the mop handle, for all the good that could possibly do. The two stared across at eachother in stunned silence.

How was she possibly going to explain this one?
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