BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

You groan as you're wrenched from your restless sleep. You've been waking up so tired these days, despite going to bed super early to try and catch up on sleep. Your muscles ache painfully as if you were recovering from a rough gym session, and you've pulled your groin several times in the past month. Strange, given your status as a college student who spends most nights watching Netflix and frantically trying to get assignments completed- you haven't been near a gym at all in the past few years...

PING

Your phone chirps from the nightstand, slaying any chance you might have had for being able to just curl up and go back to sleep again. You grumble as you reach for it, checking the time. 9:45. You've overslept- AGAIN.

You hurry out of bed, stumbling into a pair of jeans and struggling into them. Why are your panties so sticky? And STRETCHED for that matter... You don't have time for these questions right now. You have to get on the bus, go to lectures, hand in your assignment...

On the bus, you check through some of the missed messages you'd had to ignore this morning.

"Hey, [blank], are you able to meet up with me today? I'm seriously late, and worried I might be carrying your baby..."

You roll your eyes, shaking your head. You don't know who the fuckboy who started using your number managed to perfectly guess it, but his trail of bastards was perfectly chronicled by your message history. You'd initially felt bad for these women, clearly led astray, but by the tenth one, you were now just sick to death of their messages. You type out your usual response, even more curt than the last few.

"Hey. Sorry girl, he must have given you the wrong number. I'm a woman. Don't contact me again."

PING

A different number, also unknown to you.

"Goddamn, you're the biggest I've ever had! Still can't walk straight. Thinking of you~"

A picture follows shortly after, igniting your cheeks and causing you to nearly drop your phone. The picture is of a young woman with large breasts, completely naked and covered in what looks like semen, her eyes obscured by a massive, footlong penis, the shadow of which covers her torso.

What the hell is going on? Maybe you need to change your number again...

That night, whilst you were passed out at 9pm from exhaustion, your body began to change. Your bones cracked and reformed, making you significantly taller. Your muscles ripped and healed, leaving you with an Amazonian-like build. Your clitoris engorged, ballooning outwards to the size of a forearm. You yawned, climbing out of bed and pulling out your phone. You browsed a personals subreddit, posting an ad with just your cock showing. Soon, the messages began pouring in.

"Hmm, who's getting knocked up this evening, I wonder..." You think to yourself, smirking as you put on some obscenely tight clothes and make the trip into town, not realising you weren't going to remember your actions...

Hi folks, I'm back again!

This story revolves around a young woman who becomes cursed to transform into a hung Amazonian Futanari upon a certain trigger. Who cursed you? What causes you to transform? How will you ever afford your childcare bills? These are all questions we can seek to answer in this RP.

My RPs typically revolve around pregnancy, and this is absolutely no exception. Ideally this story will involve you revisiting women who are swelling with your essence, and I would love to even explore the possibility of self-impregnation, or your character winding up as a pregnant Futanari.

Kinks: pregnancy, impregnation, lactation, dirty talk involving breeding, cum play, milk play, belly play, Futanari, affection, gentle domination, passion, romance, birth.

Limits: violence, snuff, non/dub con, underage, beast