It was three hundred years since the Fog came. It’d rolled in, slowly covering every major populated area. The effects went unnoticed at first. Then, women were overtaken by a horrible, aching lust that could not be sated. A lust these women had never experienced before, so overwhelming that some fainted.

The ones that hadn’t fainted rode and rode their men far past the point of exhaustion. Hours later, men began to drop like flys. At first, it was thought that they had all died from their taxing lovemaking, but it turned out to be the Fog itself killing off the men. One by one until millions of men were dead.

Then each and every adult woman began to take on a strange, horrific transformation. One that assured their lust would never cease. Soon, the Fog dissipated, it’s origins forever unknown.

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Mira groaned uncomfortably as she awoke. She ached, and her cock was becoming insistent as it throbbed its way to a full 16 inches. A soft whimper escaped her lips as her leaking nipples pulsed to the same rhythm.

Mira’s legs stretched as best they could and she leaned farther onto her breasts; they stuck out from her body a modest 40 inches. Her nipples felt hot with need. The noblewoman’s pussy fluttered as she recalled the decadence of the previous night. Her lips stretched into a slight smile.

Her hand slapped a little bell by her side; instantly, one of her servants entered the room. Hanna, what a pretty little thing. She was fairly new to this, but was incredibly sweet and loyal. Her eyes gazed over Mira apprehensively and her cock steadily throbbed to life as the smell of Mira’s milk drifted to her nostrils.

“Good morning, M’lady. I see the Lust has had its way with you. Would you like some worship before your milking?” She asked as her face flushed. Mira nodded.

“Yes, but only a light amount of worship. I have business to attend to today, and I would like my mind to not be mush by then.” She smiled softly at her 20 year old servant. Hanna nodded.

“Of course. Just a few girls then?” She asked. Mira nodded. Soon, five women were rushed into Mira’s quarters. Lips were licked as they gazed over Mira’s aching, leaking, flushed body.

“Just a massage and some kisses will do for the five of you. Hanna, I would like you by my side so we can play a little.” Mira said. Hanna breathed sharply.

“Yes, M’lady.” She grinned. Soon, they went to work. All over Mira’s massive breasts, shelf-like ass, and diamond cock were wet lips and soft hands. The noblewoman cooed appreciatively.

Despite their massive endowments, they maneuvered perfectly and avoided making too much contact with their own bodies. Her hand grabbed Hanna’s as she pulled her in for a gentle kiss.

Hanna whimpered as she gripped Mira’s hand harder.

“Mmmm~ Haahhh~ Goddess, yes~” Mira writhed blissfully as her tongue danced with Hanna’s. Hanna’s 18 inch cock bounced and pulsed desperately as Mira played with her, even more so as Mira’s hand drifted to the member and began to softly trace its length with her fingers.

“Ohhh~ M’lady, please~” Hanna cutely gasped. Mira giggled as she could see Hanna’s milk start to stain her tight top.

“Did you get pumped this morning?” Mira asked. Hanna shook her head, attempting to find her words.

“Uahhh~ N-no~ I was too busy- Huhhh~ Too busy attending to my duties.” She said.

“Would you like me to drink? Hmmmm~ I obviously won’t be able to drink it all, but I could take some of the pressure off. Mmm, that’s nice~” Mira mischievously grinned.

“Y-yes, M’lady! Please~” Hanna stammered out as best she could. Mira nodded and gentle began to suckle on her servant’s nipple.

“Oh fuck~ Oh Goddess~” Hanna cried as a healthy stream of milk began to flow down Mira’s throat. Hmm. It was sweet.

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Hey, everyone! Here’s a fun idea I’d love to play and flesh out with someone. Centuries after a cataclysmic event killed all men and changed women forever, we start in a lush utopia governed by love and pleasure.

I would double as Mira and her myriad of servants, mutual nobles, and family. I think it’d be very interesting if your character is a woman from a small tribe of those unaffected by the Fog. She got lost from them and ended up in one of the numerous Pleasure Cities. This is where she meets Mira who offers the woman a place at her palace.

No one here has ever seen an unaffected woman and are equally fascinated and terrified of her. She could possibly starve out in the wastelands, or she could stay here with all of these strange people until she’s back on her feet. Will she find her people or become seduced by this utopian society of hyper-futa?

If you like, you could double as a man and woman! The futa would definitely be interested as they would have only ever heard of men.

DM me a detailed response and I’ll get back to you!