Stone Valley 1- Spring Break
By: Chrystal Wynd
mc  ff  fd  preg  lact  futa

      This has been sitting on my hard drive for a while and I really don't know what to do with it, so I figured I'd post it here, 'cuz that's the way I roll.

WARNING: This is not a bimbo story. This involves a hermaphrodite (or futanari or dickgirl or however you want to refer to her) and it involves a non-con pregnancy. It's a turning-the-tables type story and the futa is adorable, but she's still a girl with a penis and there is a pregnant lesbian involved. These are either deal breakers or selling points, depending on what kind of twisted sickie you are, but I love you either way and won't be offended if you give it a pass. 

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Stone Valley 1- Spring Break (Seeded by the Futanari)
by: Dark Wynd
words: 9814
mc mf ff gr herm preg nc


“Dammit, Kelly!” said my best friend and Darkview University roommate Jane. “I can’t believe you just got us kicked out of another hotel!”

I dropped my bags into my trunk and shrugged. “It was a stupid hotel anyway.”

“It’s the third one since we got to Emerald Lake for spring break!” said Jane, visibly exasperated. “Trent and I are trying to enjoy ourselves and we can’t because you keep riling up the staff and getting us thrown out!”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, okay?” I said. “If you want to blame it on me, fine. But they were rude.”

“That doesn’t give you the right to throw a salt shaker at them!”

“At least it wasn’t glass,” I said. “Just plastic. It wouldn’t have hurt them.”

“Doesn’t matter,” said Jane. “That still isn’t done.”

“Well, I’m tired of Emerald Lake,” I said. “I’m going back to Darkview.”

“Good,” said Jane, in a rare display of pique. “That’s a wonderful idea. I’ll see you when we get back.”

“But first I’m going to make a stopover in Chrystal Heights,” I said. “They have a lot of hot girls in Chrystal Heights. I love dumb blondes.”

Jane giggled, unable to help herself. Convinced I was really leaving, though, she finally relaxed. “All right, all right,” she said. “Fine. Have fun. Just try to stay out of trouble, okay? And don’t go near Stone Valley. It’s the spring seeding season there.”

I rolled my eyes again. “Right,” I said. “Seeding season. Platoons of hermaphrodites are sweeping the city in search of virgin wombs to fertilize. Oh, gosh. What am I ever going to do?”

Jane laughed. “You don’t have to be so sarcastic! I was just reminding you, that’s all.”

“I’ll be fine, Jane,” I said. “I’m going to Chrystal Heights, not Stone Valley. Besides, I’m a lesbian. I don’t do dick, remember? If I change my mind, though, I’ll be sure to take a picture of a cute girly cock for you.”

Jane laughed. “You’re terrible!” she said. Then she hugged me goodbye and walked back to Trent’s car.

I watched Trent and Jane drive away. Then I got in my car and started southwest, in the general direction of Chrystal Heights.

Chrystal Heights would be fun, I decided. Finding a blonde sex toy to get drunk and take to my hotel room would be easy enough and it would keep me entertained for a couple days. Then I’d kick her ass out and head back to Darkview University.

As I drove on, however, I started having second thoughts. Maybe going to Stone Valley wasn’t such a bad idea. Nobody ever spent spring break there because of ‘seeding season,’ a local celebration held by the supposed hermaphrodite population in town. It was some kind of mating ritual festival or something. It was a local custom, though, so no other city shared it, meaning I wasn’t familiar with it at all. I wasn’t even sure I believed in hermaphrodites, let alone a holiday for them. Still, it had to be a pretty wild affair for everyone to give Stone Valley such a wide berth this time of year.

And that gave me an idea. If there actually were hermaphrodites in Stone Valley, what better way to prove it- and prove what a badass party girl I was- than getting a picture of a hermaphrodite cock?

Besides, the male population in Stone Valley was supposedly low, meaning a lot of single girls. A perfect party spot for an edgy lesbian.

I smiled and changed plans. Spring break in Stone Valley! Woohoo!

*****

My decision to celebrate spring break in Stone Valley was a great idea, but as usual some jerk had to mess things up.

"Cut off?!” I said. “How the hell am I supposed to enjoy Spring Break if you cut me off?!"

The bartender barely glanced at me. "I'm sorry, miss," he said, "but you've had enough. Look, it's seeding season and you've been lucky so far. Just call it a night and get back to your hotel room."

"Don't tell me what to do!" I said. I threw a wadded-up napkin at him, but he was already walking away. "Jerk!" I said to his retreating back.

"Wow," said the blonde girl next to me. "That was harsh."

"No kidding!" I said. "I should have stayed at Darkview University for spring break instead of coming here to Stone Valley. At least we know how to party at Darkview."

"We do too know how to party!" said the girl. "I go to Stone Valley University and we party just as hard as you guys!"

I took a closer look at the girl. She was actually pretty damn cute.

"Really?" I said. "You wouldn't know it by this place. It's dead. And they've already cut me off. I can't even get a frickin' drink."

"Well...that's true," said the girl, "but it's seeding season. A lot of people stay home during this time." She smiled. "I'm Gina, by the way."

"Hello, Gina," I said. "I'm Kelly. And what’s the big deal about fucking seeding season? The guard at the city limits mentioned it when I got here yesterday and the bartender just said it a few minutes ago."

The girl looked at me like I was crazy. "Spring seeding season," she said. "You know, the first day of spring? When the herms are in breeding heat?"

I rolled my eyes. "Give me a break, Gina," I said. "Hermaphrodites? Really?"

Gina looked aghast. "Of course really!" she said. "Although they're called futanari here. The ones with both genitalia, anyway. The ones who just have male, um, genitals are called bluehalfs."

I laughed. "Well, damn," I said. "I thought that was a fucking urban legend!"

Gina looked offended. "I’m not lying, Kelly!" she said. "I’m a futanari!"

I blinked. "Really?"

Gina stamped her foot. "Yes, really!"

"Well, damn!" I said again. "Let me see it!"

Gina looked at me like I had asked to borrow her vibrator. "No, you can't see it!" she said, hands crossing over the front of her knee-length skirt. "It's horribly embarrassing!"

I laughed again. "You have nothing to worry about from me," I said. "I'm a lesbian and you have absolutely zero chance of swelling this flat belly."

"I don't care!" said Gina. "Nobody gets to see it! It's way too embarrassing!"

"So you're not in heat?"

Gina blushed. "A little," she said. "It keeps getting hard. That's why I'm wearing a skirt. So nobody can tell I have an, umm, erection."

A bashful futanari? This was perfect. I had the ultimate turning-the-tables opportunity. I couldn't get her pregnant, of course, but using a futa's pussy for the night during this ‘seeding season’ and then sending her used ass home in the morning was going to be a sweet kiss-off to fucking Stone Valley. Besides, for a girl supposedly packing meat, Gina was one hot little piece of ass.

"Well, Gina," I said, "since these jerks have cut me off and we want to avoid the horny futanari...well, other horny futanari- why don't we go up to my room? We’ll get a bottle or two of something good and then we can work on maintaining the party reputations of our respective schools."

Gina looked at me strangely for a moment, then nodded. "Okay," she said, standing and picking up her purse. "Sounds like fun. We can buy some alcohol from the liquor store next door. My treat, since you’re a visitor to Stone Valley.”

“Perfect!” I said. “Thanks.”

“I'll have to use your bathroom for a few minutes when we get to your room, though," said Gina, looking embarrassed.

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Gina nodded. "A futa only has one fertile ejaculation per seeding season. Once it's shot, it's done. If it's shot inside a fertile womb, it's an automatic, almost instantaneous pregnancy. Anywhere else is fine. So I’m going to use your bathroom to, um, get rid of my ‘fertile’ shot. Getting drunk while horny with a fertile shot isn’t a good idea."

We walked to the liquor store next door, where Gina purchased two bottles of Stoneberry Wine. I had never heard of it. I was glad she was the one paying, though. It was surprisingly expensive.

“It’s made locally,” said Gina. “Don’t be fooled by the name, though. It’s not actually wine. This stuff will knock you on your butt.”

I grinned to myself. Gina had no idea how much I could drink. Buying the strong stuff just made it easier for me to get her naked.
 
We re-entered the hotel and walked toward the elevator. "So you futas have one shot every year to knock up a girl?"

"Two shots, actually," said Gina. "Seeding season happens twice a year. Once at the beginning of spring and again at the beginning of fall."

"Like daylight savings time."

Gina giggled. "Something like that."

This was getting better and better. I had managed to stumble across a naive, bimbo futanari! Perfect. 

In fact, more than perfect. I expanded my plans. Not only was I going to use a futa's pussy for the night during seeding season, I was taking another trophy during my Spring Break in Stone Valley week. Specifically, I was getting pictures of bashful little Gina's cock and posting them on the Internet.

Admittedly, that part would take a little work, but I didn't mind. I was already planning to get Gina good and sloshed, so once I got the adorable little futa plastered and naked, I’d take some pictures and then spend the night riding her with my strap-on. She'd be a well-fucked little slut when I was done. 

The more I thought about it, the more I realized I deserved that cock more than she did. It was wasted on her.

We rode the elevator to my floor, then walked to my door. I swiped the card through the electronic lock and heard the clack of the door unlocking.

I walked in, then turned around and gestured for Gina to enter.

"Umm...Kelly?" she said. "This is embarrassing, but I have to ask you to do something."

"Oh?"

"Yes," she said. Then she took a deep breath. "Kelly, could you please show me your, umm..."

She was gesturing toward my hips.

"You need to see my...pussy?" I said.

Gina nodding, blushing.

"Are you serious?" I said.

"Yes," she said. "You already know I'm a futa. I don't know about you, though, and I can get just as pregnant as any other girl."

I grinned inside. That was actually pretty smart on her part. Still, this gave me an angle.

"Sure," I said. "Show me yours and I'll show you mine."

"Oh!" she said. "That's not fair!"

I laughed. "All right, how about this," I said. "You go in the bathroom and do what you have to do. After you come out, we'll play some cards. Like, say...strip rummy? If you play your cards right, you'll know soon enough if I'm hiding any secrets. And if I win...well, I get to see your secret."

Gina bit her lower lip, likely measuring the risk of walking into my hotel room without knowing if I was armed- phallically speaking, of course. I was wearing tight jeans, though, and it was pretty obvious I wasn’t hiding a zucchini in my pants, so she apparently decided the risk was minimal. 

"All right," she said. "You're on! But I'm warning you...I'm pretty darn good at rummy. You're gonna be bare-butt naked allllllll night!"

"Bring it, wench!" I said. "Now go shoot your load while I get the drinks ready."

Gina giggled, then scurried off to the bathroom. I went to the kitchen and poured two glasses of Stoneberry Wine.

As I set up the table for our game, I could hear Gina moaning in the bathroom. It sounded like she was trying to keep it low, but failing. After a minute, she apparently gave in and released a surprisingly feminine squeal as she peaked.

I was looking forward to hearing that again later in the evening as I plowed the hot little futa from behind. I’d get my pictures after she passed out. Then I'd kick her ass out in the morning and go eat some breakfast. She'd be an Internet star before lunch. Heh.

Gina exited the bathroom a few minutes later, a sheepish flush on her cheeks.

"I'm sorry about the, umm, noise, Kelly," she said. "It just...well, the climax is just huge, you know? I can't even describe the feeling of the futanari blast. It's an orgasm on steroids."

"Sounds like a good description to me," I said. "Anyway, I'm glad you got that out of your system."

"Yep!" she said. "Now let's get you drunk and naked!"

I laughed. She was a bimbo, but her perky attitude was infectious. "All right," I said, "let's set the house rules."

Gina nodded. "Okay."

"How about this,” I said. “Empty your hand, your opponent takes a shot. Every hundred points, the opponent takes a shot and removes a piece of clothing. Socks and shoes together count as one piece, so we're both wearing five pieces of clothing. That means whoever hits five hundred first wins and the other person gets to spend the rest of the night naked."

Gina nodded. "Sounds good," she said. "Oh, and let’s make the joker wild, but whoever has it can put it back in the deck and make their opponent drink a double shot!"

I laughed. I was going to get this girl soooo wasted. "Good idea!” I said. “Let's deal."

*****

An hour and a half later, I was starting to think I had miscalculated.

Gina was barefoot and had lost her blouse a few minutes ago. I was barefoot and down to my panties and bra, having just lost my jeans after the last hand. Although I had lost more clothing, the score was actually fairly close.

The score wasn't the problem, though. It was the Stoneberry Wine shots. The games were moving pretty slow, so the shots every hundred points weren't bad. Gina had gotten the joker three times now, however, and traded it in each time to make me do a double-shot.

I'm a good drinker, but Gina had been right when she said Stoneberry Wine was strong stuff. It was wonderfully sweet, but powerful, and all those shots were definitely making themselves felt. It was hard enough to concentrate already- Gina's rack looked very nice in that bra and she really smelled good- and the powerful alcohol wasn’t helping. My lips were numb, my fingers weren't working right and I was having trouble focusing on the cards.

"Okay," I said. "Okay. Ummm...your turn."

"Cool!" said Gina, giggling. She appeared practically unaffected by her alcohol intake. "Let's see...okay, drawing my card...oh, good, that works with this...move this over here...lay this down...add this..."

I watched in numbed dismay as the card combinations built in front of Gina.

"...put this here...this over here...take this from the discard stack...oh! Before I forget..."

She laid a joker on top of the deck.

"...you better take another double shot, cutie!"

Shit. This wasn't good. She handed me a heavy double shot glass, then guided it to my lips. She helped tilt the glass so the contents poured down my throat.

Oh, boy. Not good. I had drank so much Stoneberry Wine that it didn't even burn going down. Somehow the little bimbo had managed to get me so drunk, I could barely stand.

I set down the shot glass and tried to back out of the game gracefully. "I think...ummm...I think..."

I realized Gina's chair was empty. Then I felt her fingers on the clasp of my bra.

"Sorry, cutie," she said, "but you just lost your bra."

I tried to formulate a protest, but she somehow slipped my bra off my shoulders and arms before I managed. I felt my nipples exposed to the cool air-conditioned room.

"Ohhhhhh," she said. "Very nice! You have yummy boobies."

I put a hand on the table to steady myself. The room was spinning.

"By the way, Kelly," continued Gina, setting another double shot of Stoneberry in front of me, "I just went out, so you owe me a shot for finishing the hand, along with a shot for going over four hundred. You ready to drink up?"

I looked at the heavy shot glass with bleary-eyed horror. "I...I can't...I..."

Gina giggled. "Wow!" she said. "You're slurring so bad, I can barely understand you! Okay, how about we just take off your panties and declare me the winner?"

I blinked, trying to work through her words. I finally nodded. I had lost.

"I win! Yay for me!" said Gina. "Okay, cutie, c'mon....stand up for me. There you go!"

I felt my panties sliding down my thighs and over my bare feet as Gina removed my final piece of clothing. Gawd, this was embarrassing. The little bimbo had managed to strip me completely.

"There you go...bare-butt naked, just like I said!" said Gina. "Now, let's get you over to the bed, cutie."

Gina put my arm over her shoulders and half-walked, half-carried me from the table. My legs hit the side of the bed and she dropped me forward onto the mattress, with my face and belly on the bedspread and my bare feet still on the floor.

It was a worst-case scenario. I was bent over my bed naked, bare ass in the air in front of a girl I barely knew. Worse yet, the room was spinning even more.

"This is the most embarrassing night of my life," I moaned into the mattress.

Gina laughed and I felt her hands on my bare back. "Actually," she said, her voice sounding strangely firmer, "the most embarrassing day of your life won't be until tomorrow, when you realize you got seeded by a futa."

I blinked, working through her words. Then my eyes widened as I realized her skirt was draped over my lower back and something thick was rubbing between my butt cheeks.

"Don't you dare!" I said. I tried to stand, but Gina simply placed a hand on my bare back, preventing me from doing so. Then she shifted her hips.

"Here it comes, cutie," she said. Then she pressed her hips forward and a sudden thickness thrust into my exposed pussy.

My eyes widened again and I gasped, but then I fell forward, limp and unable to move as my body exploded with paralytic pleasure.

"Gotcha," said Gina. "You can't move now until I'm done. You're all mine, cutie."

She gripped my bare hips and began stroking her hard cock into me without pause. I could feel her full, heavy balls slapping against my clit.

I moaned. I was a lesbian, but I was full of cock. Every stroke of that shaft caused my body to shudder with intense pleasure. I couldn't talk and I knew I was only moments away from being filled with the futa girl's semen.

Drunk, naked and banged silly by a futanari. The only thing I had going for me was that she had shot her spermy load earlier in my bathroom.

As if reading my mind, Gina suddenly laughed. "I wasn't lying about only having one shot, by the way," she said. "but if you think I wasted it stroking it out by hand in your bathroom...well, you'll have the next nine months to realize your mistake..."

I was drooling. I couldn't stop it. I couldn't move.

"...because, baby..." said Gina, her hands tightening on my hips as she jammed her pelvis against my ass, her rock hard cock throbbing inside my pussy, "...you just got seeded!"

My world exploded one last time as I actually felt Gina's semen shooting deep inside me for what seemed an impossibly long time. Then the room swirled and I felt myself dropping out. My last thought before everything went dark was that I still hadn't seen Gina's cock.

*****

I woke up the next morning and wanted to die.

I was sore all over, but too nauseous to stay in bed. I walked into the bathroom on shaky legs, then dropped to my knees and vomited several times into the toilet. I kept my breathing shallow and waited for death to claim me.

Death refused to show, however, so I struggled to my feet and washed out my mouth. Hazy memories were beginning to form about the previous evening, but I felt that could wait until after a shower and some coffee.

I started the water, then stepped into the steamy shower and stood for ten minutes. Then I lathered up my pussy and proceeded to shave myself smooth.

I finished, then towel dried. As I did so, however, it finally occurred to me that I had just shaved my pussy.

"What the hell?" I said out loud. Was I still drunk? It was a very, very strange thing for me to do, as I didn't normally shave myself down there. Still, it was done and I couldn't undo it, so I'd just have to live with it for a couple weeks.

Still naked, I exited the bathroom. Gina was awake and sitting up. She gave me a cheerful smile.

"Good morning, Kelly!" she said. "Heard you in there. Pretty rough. Maybe you're pregnant."

I gave Gina a dark look. "Yeah, you're really funny," I said. "You know fucking well that I'm hung-over."

Gina giggled. "Oh, you definitely drank enough to be hung-over," she said. "You're welcome."

"Besides," I said, pretending I didn't hear her last comment, "I hate to burst your bubble, but I'm on birth control pills, so you wasted your load, futa."

Gina stopped smiling. "You're on birth control pills?" She scowled. "You're a lesbian. Why would you be on the pill?"

Still naked, I sat down on the chair Gina had gotten me drunk in. "To regulate my period. Foiling Stone fucking Valley futa is just a side-benefit."

She looked outraged. "Why didn't you tell me last night?"

I smirked. "'Cuz it was none of your business."

"Well," said Gina, not looking happy, but apparently determined to make the best of it, "you were still a great piece of ass."

"Whatever," I said. "You had your fun, okay? You got me. You got me drunk and fucked me like a slut. Fine. But I'm hung-over, not pregnant, and I've had enough of you." I pointed to the door. "You can go now."

Gina laughed.

I glared. "What's so funny?"

She shook her head. "You really, truly don't know about Stone Valley futanari, do you, Kelly?"

"What are you talking about?"

She shook her head again. "I'm just going to show you," she said. "Telling you isn't going to work."

I crossed my arms. "If it's anything like the rest of the B.S. you've been telling me," I said, "don't bother."

Gina looked at me. "Get a lipstick out of my purse," she said. "A red one."

Curious, I rifled through her purse until I came across a bright red tube. I handed it to her.

"Purse your lips," she said, "and leave it on for the day after I put it on you."

She was getting weird again, but I let her layer the slut-red lip color over my lips.

"Now, take a step back and put your hands behind your back," she said.

I did so. Gina leaned forward and extended the lipstick. She then wrote some words across my bare belly.

"There we go," she said.

I looked down. Just over my belly button, bright red letters spelled out "Seeded". Just below my belly button was the word "slut". Seeded slut.

My eyes widened. "Hey!" I said.

"Now," continued Gina, "put on your jeans, but nothing else. You can cross your arms or hold your hands over your tits, but leave the words on your belly visible."

I looked around until I found my jeans, then pulled them on without bothering with my panties. I shuddered slightly at the unusual and unexpectedly sensual feel of denim pressing against my freshly shaven pussy. "What is this supposed to prove?"

"You'll see," said Gina, gathering her clothes.

I grumbled, but waited as Gina dressed.

"Okay," she said. "Follow me."

Curious, I followed her out the door. We walked down the hall to the elevator. Gina hit the button and we waited. The doors slid open and we boarded. Gina pressed the lobby button.

"Hey, wait a minute," I said. "I'm topless!"

Gina nodded. "And barefoot," she said. "But don't worry...this shouldn't take long."

"But I need clothes!"

"You can get those later."

I fumed as the car lowered to the lobby. I was walking around in nothing but a pair of jeans! I wasn't even wearing frickin' panties. Grrrrrrrr.

We stepped out of the elevator and headed for the lounge. My arms remained crossed over my chest, although my bare belly was easily visible.

Some passers-by noted the lipsticked "Seeded slut" on my belly and shook their heads in sympathy.

I gave Gina a sullen look. "Why do they have a 'better you than me' look on their faces?"

"You'll find out soon enough," she said.

We made our way into the lounge and walked to the bar. The bartender from the night before was back on duty.

"Hi, Mitch," said Gina. "How's things?"

"Not bad," he said. His eyes dropped to my belly. "I see you got her."

Gina shrugged. "Well, we had some fun."

"I'm on the pill, though!" I said, jumping in quick before he thought I was some gullible chick.

"Oh," he said. "So you were, ummm...protected...?"

"Yes," I said, blushing furiously.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "You don't look so good."

"I'm hungover," I said. "I really don't feel very good."

"Sorry to hear that," he said. "I should have cut you off sooner."

"So, Mitch," said Gina, stepping in, "can we get two coffees?"

"Sure," said the bartender. He turned and walked to the coffee pot.

Gina looked at me. "Mitch is a good guy," she said. "He tried to get you out of here last night before I could make a move on you."

"You said he was harsh!" I said.

"Actually, I said you were being harsh," she said. "You just thought I was agreeing with you."

Mitch returned then with two large Styrofoam cups.

"Here you go," he said.

"Give them to Kelly," said Gina.

Mitch turned and held out the coffees. I unfolded my arms and took a coffee in each hand.

Mitch's eyes rested on my bare boobs. "Nice rack," he said. "I can see why Gina nailed you."

Gina laughed and headed back for the elevator. Cheeks burning, I turned and followed her.

"Hey, wait a minute!" I said. "I can't carry coffee and cover my boobs at the same time."

"I know," said Gina, "but Mitch did try to help you last night, so it was nice of you to give him a little reward."

"I didn't mean to!"

"He didn't mind."

"No frickin' kidding!"

"Well, relax. We'll be back to the room soon and you can set the coffee down then and cover your boobs all you want."

We boarded the elevator. A couple guys got on with us. They glanced at my belly and chuckled.

My cheeks were red and I was furious as we got off the elevator and walked back down the hall toward my room.

"Next time, carry your own damn coffee!" I said.

"We'll see," said Gina.

We reached my room. Gina reached into my pocket and pulled out my room key-card. She unlocked the door and let us into the room.

I walked in and immediately set down both coffees. Then I made a beeline for the bathroom and promptly threw up.

Gawd, hangovers sucked.

I had to do something about Gina. I couldn't believe I had just walked around the entire hotel topless just because she told me to. What the hell was I thinking?

Granted, this was Stone Valley, and apparently Stone Valley was even weirder than Darkview. Fine. I would just have to get the hell out of this crazy place and get my ass back to Darkview University.

But first I had to get rid of Gina.

I finished throwing up, then got to my feet and brushed my teeth. Then I went back into the room.

Gina looked up. "Have some coffee," she said. "Maybe it will help you get over your hangover."

I added some cream and sugar, then took a sip.

"Wait a minute," I said. "Why do I keep doing what you say?"

Gina smiled. "I'm just lucky, I guess."

"Very funny."

"How about this," said Gina. "I'll tell you if you give me a blowjob."

"Very funny," I repeated. "I'm a lesbian, remember? I don't suck dick, no matter who...or what...it's attached to."

"I'm sure you don't," said Gina. "Give me a blowjob anyway. Then I'll tell you why you're so easy."

I stamped my foot in frustration. "Fine!" I said. "I'll give you a blowjob, all right? I'm not swallowing, though. Understand? Don't you fucking come in my mouth."

Gina walked to the bed and sat down. I walked over and dropped to my knees between her legs as she pulled her skirt up to her waist.

I pulled down Gina's panties and got my first look at her cock. Not that I had a lot of experience with cocks, but it didn't look any different from any other cock I had ever seen. Maybe a bit bigger, but not crazy big. Large, heavy looking balls on her.

"Geez," I said. "You really do have a fucking package."

Gina giggled. "They're kinda swollen, 'cuz it's seeding season."

I shook my head, then ran my tongue along her shaft. She started hardening almost instantly.

"Good girl," said Gina. "Make it a good blowjob."

Grrrrrrrrr. Who the hell did she think she was? I held her cock by the base and slid it into my mouth. Then I wrapped my lips tightly around her shaft and started stroking my wet mouth up and down.

Gina moaned slightly and adjusted her position to give me a better angle. I didn't have any experience sucking cock, so I just went with what instinctively felt might work. It seemed to be effective, though.

"That's my girl," said Gina, stroking my hair.

"Mmmmmpppphhhhh!" I said.

My jaw was already aching and this definitely wasn't doing my hangover any good, but I found myself stroking that cock deeper and deeper into my throat. I cupped her heavy balls in my hand and soon I had my lips wrapped around the base of her cock as my tongue slid along the sensitive underside of her shaft.

Gina had both hands in my hair now. "That's it," she gasped. "That's the way to do it, slut. Futas come a lot more than typicals, by the way, so do your best to keep up. Swallow it all."

I was about to protest, but her balls suddenly swelled in my hand.

"Here it comes, slut," said Gina, and then her cock exploded in my mouth.

"Mmmmmpppphhhhh!" I said, unable to remove my mouth from the heated lava flooding my mouth. Gina came and came, and I couldn't stop swallowing it. My cheeks puffed out and I could feel my belly filling, but I couldn't stop draining her futa cock.

Finally, after what had to be twenty seconds or so of non-stop ejaculation, Gina gave a satisfied sigh and pulled her cock from my mouth.

"Nice," she said, pulling up her panties. "Nothing like a blowjob to start the day off right."

I couldn't answer. I sat back on my heels, a hand on my belly, keeping my breathing shallow. This had not helped my hangover at all.

Gina giggled. "You don't look so good, cutie," she said. "You better lay down for a little while. I need to go out for a bit anyway."

I burped. Eyes wide, I slapped a hand over my mouth, but it was too late.

Gina laughed.

I groaned, then slid my jeans down my legs. I crawled into bed.

"Why do I keep doing what you tell me to do?"

"Well," said Gina, "you got screwed by a futa. That makes you open to suggestion from me. Also, since it's seeding season, I'm exuding all kinds of pheromones." She shrugged. "Or maybe I'm just very convincing."

"Hardly."

"You know, for a lesbian, you suck a mean cock."

"You just got lucky," I said. "I don't suck dick. And I'm certainly not sucking any more dicks."

Gina giggled. "I bet you can be convinced to suck me off again."

I covered my head with the blanket. "Not happening," I said. "Now go away. I need to sleep."

Gina patted my bottom through the blanket. "Good idea, cutie," she said. "You need the rest. Maybe it will get rid of that hangover."

*****

I woke an hour later. I felt better.

I sat up and looked around. Gina was nowhere to be seen. I got out of bed and padded to the table. Gina had left a note. "Went home to shower and change clothes. Be back later. Gina."

Gina was gone, which meant whatever Stone Valley weirdness she had going for her was gone, too. It was time to get the hell out of Dodge.

I hadn't brought much with me, so packing was easy. I put on jeans and a tee-shirt and threw the rest of my stuff into my bag. Then I grabbed a Pepsi out of the mini-fridge and headed for the lobby.

I avoided the lounge. I couldn't have taken a drink without throwing up regardless, but even if I had wanted a beverage, I didn't want Mitch to see me leaving. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but he was friends with Gina and the last thing I needed was for Gina to know I was bolting. I doubted she actually had true influence over me- and even if she did, it would probably fade when the stupid seeding season was done- but I wasn't taking any chances. It was time to go.

The girl at the desk handled my checkout quickly and, it seemed, sympathetically. She had been at the desk when I had walked around topless with "Seeded slut" on my belly, so she apparently felt sorry for me. I still had the lipsticked words on my belly, but I'd take care of that later.

I walked to the parking lot and casually glanced around. Nothing. I made a quick beeline to my car, threw my bag in the back seat and started the car. I glanced around. Still nothing.

I pulled out and started driving. I could see the hotel in my rear-view mirror, getting smaller and smaller.

I realized my heart was pounding and I forced myself to relax. Then I laughed. I had won. I had survived the Stone Valley seeding season!

Okay, so I had only broken even and only barely at that. Still, it seemed even breaking even in Stone Valley was a victory of sorts.

Despite my hangover, I spent the drive back to Darkview University humming.

*****

My hangover lasted a full week. Okay, so it was probably a stomach virus, but still, I found myself spending the entirety of my Spring Break throwing up. I almost looked forward to going back to class. It couldn't be worse than a stomach virus.

Still, overall, it was sort of a successful vacation in its own way. I was horny as hell once the virus passed. That had to be a result of a change of scenery. Heck, maybe even getting laid did it. Again, in its own way.

There was one oddity, though, that had to be a leftover effect from my two days in Stone Valley. I couldn't put on shoes.

I just couldn't. I could look at my shoes all day long, but I couldn't make any move to put them on. I even had Jane- who was back from her vacation with her boyfriend Trent- put a pair on me and I kicked them right off. I just couldn't put shoes on my feet.

"You've been weird since you came back from your vacation," said Jane, shaking her head as I kicked off my shoes.

I shrugged. "Chrystal Heights is a weird place," I said. "Maybe I caught something."

All right, so I didn't tell her I went to Stone Valley. Sue me.

It was obviously some lingering effect from Gina's frickin' seeding season influence or whatever the hell it was- she had told me I couldn't put on shoes at the time- but there was no way in hell I was going back to Stone Valley to ask. Besides, the effect couldn't last forever.

Yeah, it was weird, but I had lived around Darkview and Chrystal Heights long enough to know that weird things happened around these parts. I’d get it fixed.

At least I could put my top on. And my underwear.

*****

Jane looked at me. "Kelly," she said, "call me crazy, but are your boobs bigger?"

I finished the pickle I was eating and reached for another. "Yeah," I said. "A little. I think I've put on a few pounds. Do we have any ice cream?"

Jane looked at me incredulously. "Ice cream?" she said. "After eating all those pickles?"

"Yeah," I said. "I'm in a fucking mood, okay?"

Jane held up her hands. "Fine. Fine. Yeah, there's some chocolate ice cream in the freezer."

"Cool," I said, getting up and going to the freezer. The cool air blew over my hard nipples. I was horny as hell along with being hungry. Not a good combination.

Jane watched me as I walked back from the fridge. "Aren't you a bit curious about your boobs growing?"

I came back and sat down with a spoon and the half-gallon container of chocolate ice cream.

"Not particularly," I said, taking a bite of a pickle and following it up with a heaping spoon of ice cream. "I already said I've put on a few pounds. That means in my boobs, too."

Jane watched my eating with a look of horror on her face.

"Kelly," she said carefully, "you've been eating nothing but pickles and ice cream for several days now. Your boobs are swelling and your belly is actually pressing out over your jeans waistband. Are you pregnant?"

I rolled my eyes. "Very funny, Jane. Lesbian, remember?"

"Yeah, I know," she said, "but you did go on vacation by yourself. Sometimes a girl does things she wouldn't normally do when she's on vacation, particularly when she's by herself."

"Number one," I said, talking through a mouthful of pickles and ice cream, "I was only alone because you had to go run around with Trent."

"Hey," said Jane. "That was your own fault!"

"Yeah yeah yeah, whatever," I said. "Anyway, number two is that pesky little lesbian thing."

"I [i]know[/i] you're a lesbian, Kelly," said Jane. "Still, you could have-"

"And three," I continued, as if she hadn't been speaking, "is I'm on the pill. Remember?"

Jane shrugged. "All right," she said. "You're right. You made your point."

"Besides," I said, "I was only gone two days. Hardly enough time to get into [i]that[/i] much trouble. And even if I had gotten banged by every guy in Chrystal Heights, I could hardly start showing four months’ worth of pregnancy symptoms in three weeks now, could I?"

Janey laughed. "Okay, that's true," she said. "It just had me wondering. I take it you haven't missed any periods?"

I rolled my eyes. "No, Miss Nosey, I haven't," I said. "I had a period just before I left for vacation."

"Okay, okay...you're right," she said, her hands raised defensively. "You can't be pregnant."

"No kidding," I said. "Anyway, finals are next week, so let's get back to studying."

"Are you gonna share that ice cream?"

"No."

*****

Finals arrived. I had dutifully prepared and felt as ready as I could reasonably expect. The main problem I was experiencing now, however, wasn't the material or lack of preparation. It was the heat.

I was aroused as all hell. My nipples were hard, my hips were wriggling and my belly muscles were twitching and jumping all over the place. My concentration was all over the place and it was certainly going to make test-taking challenging.

And walking around barefoot wasn't helping. It made me feel naked.

Jane shook her head as we headed for the class. "What the hell is wrong with you, Kelly?"

"I'm fucking horny," I said. "Any more questions?"

"Seriously?" she said. "On exam day?"

"What can I say?" I said. "Pressure makes me randy."

"You're weird."

I got through the first hour of the test without a major problem. The arousal was there, but mostly in the background. But the start of the second hour kicked up the intensity to a point where the students sitting closest to me began lifting their heads and glancing around, and I knew why.

They could smell my arousal.

This was ridiculous. I was shifting in my seat and concentration was impossible. I couldn't go on like this.

I stood and walked to the professor's desk.

"Could I please be excused to the bathroom, Professor?"

The professor raised her eyebrows. "Not in the middle of the final exam, Kelly," she said. "You know that."

Grrrrrr. I walked back to my desk, pressing my thighs together as I did so.

I tried to ignore my burning need, but it just wasn't working. Short of jilling myself off right there in class, I had no idea how to get around the frickin' problem. It wasn't like I could just-

Wait a minute. I only needed one hand to write. My desk was in the back corner and we were spread apart to prevent any form of cheating. Also, everyone else was concentrating on the exam. If I slid my hand unobtrusively into my jeans and kept my motions to a minimum, I could do this. Yeah, I'd lose five or ten minutes of exam time, but I could live with that.

I glanced around. No one looking. Cool. I kept my pen in my right hand to maintain appearances and slid my left hand down the side of my jeans. Then I gradually slid my fingers over my still smooth pussy until my fingertips brushed over my soaking wet clit.

I jumped slightly. Gawd, I was so fucking hot. This wouldn't take long at all.

I casually moved two fingers up and down, working my clit as firmly as I dared. Every micro-stroke created a ripple of heat through my belly. Yeah, this could work. I just had to keep it cool.

A few more strokes. Yeah. My hips bucked slightly. Whoa. Careful. All right, a few more strokes. Getting hotter. Yeah. This was-

"Kelly!"

I jumped, then relaxed as I realized it was Jane in the next seat, hissing my name.

Her eyes dropped to my lap, then jumped back to my face. Her shocked face asked the obvious question.

I gave her a look and then lay my free index finger over my lips in a definitive shushing gesture.

Jane shook her head in exasperation and went back to the exam.

Geez. I was never going to get this done if I kept getting interrupted. I resumed the firm micro-strokes over my rigid clit and my belly muscles immediately resumed their twitching and jumping.

Oh, yeah. This was gonna work. I parted my thighs more, giving myself more space to work with. This let me slide my fingers a bit deeper inside my pussy and crank up the intensity another notch.

Another few strokes, then slight penetration. So fucking hot. A little deeper inside my channel, then working my button a bit. A little firm rubbing. So freakin' wet. Deep inside now. Fuck, yeah.

It was coming. Soon. Now. It was here. Holy shit....yes...yes...yesssssssss! Yessssssssss!

The explosion inside my jeans was fucking spectacular. The wave of heat and pleasure started at my pussy but subwayed through my belly and then rippled throughout my body. My hips bucked and my head went back as my breath hissed through my teeth. Then I cried out as the intense pleasure spiraled me through a pink mist.

The heat and intensity seemed to last forever, but eventually my breathing slowed and my heartbeat returned to normal. I exhaled in relief and opened my eyes to get back to work on the exam.

Unfortunately, every other student in the room- and the professor as well- was now staring at me incredulously. The only exception was Jane, who was staring at her desk and shaking her head.

"Kelly," said the professor, obviously having trouble formulating a question. "Are you...feeling unwell? Do you still need to be excused?"

My heart pounded. "I...ummm...I'm okay...now...ma'am..."

"Are you sure?"

I closed my eyes and nodded, face burning in embarrassment. "Positive, ma'am."

The professor stared a moment longer, then walked back to her desk. The other students waited longer, perhaps hoping to see another show, but eventually they too went back to their exams.

And then, sitting in my wet jeans, I went back to work as well. The aroma of my session lingered through the rest of the exam.

*****

I was the last one out of the classroom. Jane was waiting for me.

"Well, that was different," she said.

I shrugged. "We don't need to talk about it."

Jane started talking in a high-pitched voice. "Oh, I'm fine! I don't need to see a doctor or anything!"

"I [i]am[/i] fine!" I said.

"There's obviously some definition of fine I'm not familiar with," she said. "I had to spend the last hour smelling your pussy."

I shuddered. "Geez, Jane. Enough."

She shook her head. "Anyway, while you were in there finishing your exam, I called the doctor. You have an appointment in an hour."

I stopped, not happy at Jane's meddling, but realizing if I didn't go, it would only create more problems.

"Fine," I said. "I'll go. BUT...once they say everything is fine, you'll leave me alone about this. Agreed?"

"No problem," she said. "Trust me, I don't ever want to know what you were thinking during that exam. And I suggest you change your jeans before you go to the doctor."

*****

The nurse weighed, measured and blood pressure-cuffed me, then took a quick verbal history and wrote down all the pertinent information. She left and the doctor entered a few minutes later.

"Hmmm," he said. "Interesting. You've put on a few pounds, though nothing serious. Your breasts are swelling and you report more sensitivity than usual. Let's see...unusual spikes of arousal...an obsession to remain in a barefoot state..."

"I'm not obsessed with it!" I said. "It's just like that."

"Unusual food cravings," continued the doctor, as if I hadn't spoken. He looked up from his clipboard. "Kelly, have you taken a pregnancy test recently?"

"No," I said. "I'm a lesbian. No need."

"I see," he said. "Well, we're going to do some bloodwork, okay?"

"Fine," I said. "Whatever."

Thirty minutes later, the doctor had me back inside the examination room.

"Kelly," said the doctor, "why have you been lying to me?"

"What do you mean?"

"You said you're a lesbian," he said.

I nodded. "I am. So?"

"And you said you haven't missed any periods."

"I haven't," I said. "So?"

"And you said you haven't had sex with any men recently."

"I haven't," I said, stressing each syllable. "Again...so?"

"So you've been lying. You're at least four months pregnant."

I blinked. "What?!"

"You're several months pregnant."

I put my hand out and leaned against the exam table. "I...I can't be!" I said. "I'm...I'm on the pill!"

"So now you're saying you had sex? Why did you lie?"

I shrugged. "Because I'm a naive bimbo that can't keep my legs together."

I slapped my hand over my mouth. Where the hell had that come from?

"Well," said the doctor, "you're probably being hard on yourself, but still, you shouldn't lie to your doctor. Anyway, you can quit lying now and just get used to the fact that, like it or not, you're pregnant."

*****

Jane looked at me as I gave her the news.

"I'm shocked," she said, "to hear that your swelling belly and boobs and all those weird cravings are being caused by you being pregnant."

"Don't start, Jane," I said, putting the car in gear and heading back toward campus. "I've got enough on my mind."

"All right," she said. "So, who was it, anyway? How'd you get knocked up?"

"I got knocked up because I'm a dumb bimbo who can't keep my legs closed."

My eyes widened and I slapped my hand over my mouth. What the hell?!

Jane laughed. "Yeah, that's you...a real slut! Seriously, how did it happen?"

I shrugged. "I'm a dumb bimbo who can't keep my legs closed."
Jane looked at me strangely. "What's that all about? Why do you keep saying that?"

I waved her off and concentrated on driving.

"Wait a minute," she said. "Why are we stopping at the campus registrar's office?"

"I don't know," I said, getting out of the car and heading for the office.

"Kelly?" said Jane, catching up to me. "I'm getting a little worried here."

I ignored her and made my way to the desk. "Hello," I said to the woman behind the counter. "I need to fill out some transfer forms, please."

"Certainly," said the woman. "Is there a particular university you'll be transferring to?"

"Yes," I said. "Stone Valley University"

*****

What the hell was going on?

I had to send Jane away while I filled out the paperwork. She was trying to ask me a million questions and I didn't have any answers for her. I had to get my brain wrapped around what I was doing before I could even begin to explain to her what was going on.

Also, I had to get this paperwork filled out. The paperwork that would complete my transfer to Stone Valley University.

I concentrated on the forms. By focusing on the paperwork, I didn't have to dwell on the fact that Gina had truly thrown me for a loop. I refused to give Gina the satisfaction of thinking about her.

Okay, it was impossible [i]not[/i] to think about it. How the hell was she running my life from Stone Valley? There was no possible way she could be doing this! Seeding season was done! It was one night and had ended [i]weeks[/i] ago. [i]How the hell was she doing this?![/i]

And somehow, some way, despite my being on the pill, she had gotten me pregnant. Me! I was getting a baby belly! And big, lactating boobs! And, eventually, a baby!

My heart was pounding. I had to calm down. I could beat this. I could beat Gina. Okay, yes, I was going to have a permanent souvenir from my trip to Stone Valley, but that didn't mean I had to be Gina's playtoy for nine months. No, she was going to have to work a lot harder to get me under her thumb.

Pleased with my resolve, I crossed one bare foot over the other as I completed the paperwork for my transfer to Stone Valley University.

*****

I turned in my paperwork. They assured me they'd get everything in motion immediately.

I had a lot to think about, so I decided to walk to the dorm rather than call Jane for a ride. I exited the office and made my way in that direction.

It was a mildly warm day and the walk felt good. As I got closer to the dorms, I noticed a guy walking in my direction. I actually knew this one. He was in one of my classes.

He nodded at me. "Hey, Kelly."

"Hi, Ryan," I said. "Want a blowjob?"

We both stopped walking. My eyes were at least as wide as his.

"Huh?" he said. "Really?"

I opened my mouth to protest, but what came out was, "Of course, really! Just because I'm a lesbian doesn't mean I can't be a cock-sucking bimbo."

Holy shit.

"Well...sure...," he said, looking like he was waiting for the punchline. "If you're serious."

I pulled him into an alley between two buildings. Then, incredibly, I dropped to my knees in front of him.

He looked down at me. "You're really going to do this?"

I giggled and unzipped his pants.

I knew without a single doubt this was Gina's doing. But how?

I pulled out Ryan's cock and ran my tongue along the underside, making it thicken and grow. Despite his nervousness, he soon had a solid hard-on. Then whatever nervousness he still had dissipated when I slid my wet mouth over his cock.

I wasn't any better at this than when I had blown Gina a month ago, but my mouth and tongue seemed to instinctively know where to go. My head bobbed back and forth as my tightly-wrapped lips slid up and down his shaft. My heavy tits bobbed gently in time with my stroking mouth.

"Damn!" said Ryan, his fingers in my hair. "You...you...damn, that's incredible..."

"Mmmmppphhhh!" I said, trying to protest somehow, but unable to take my mouth off his cock long enough to do so.

His hips started to buck. "Oh, yeah..."

"Mmmmpppphhhh!" I said, telling him not to come in my mouth.

His cock hardened even more in my mouth. "Oh, yeah..."

"Mmmmmppphhhh! I said again.

He slid his cock all the way into my mouth, his balls pressed against my chin.

"Oh, yeahhhhhh!" he said, exploding into my mouth.

I swallowed as fast as I could as the college guy shot into my mouth. The feeling of my belly filling again was threatening to trigger my own release, and there was no way I was letting this guy see me orgasm like a slut from giving a blowjob.

The eruption in my mouth finally began flagging. Then he suddenly re-erupted once more for a final explosion. Unfortunately, that final explosion was enough to trigger me.

I couldn't help it. There on my knees in an alley with a guy's cock in my mouth, I came like a slut in heat, squealing around his shaft as my belly filled with cum.

My orgasm seemed to go on forever, but finally I slid my mouth off his cock and sat back on my heels. What I had just done was sinking in and my face was beet red.

"Damn," said Ryan, stroking my hair. "That was hot."

I slapped his hand away. "All right," I said. "We're done. We're [i]not[/i] an item. Got it?"

Ryan held his hands up defensively. "Sure, no problem," he said. "See you 'round, okay?"

I nodded. He left the alley. I stayed on my knees for another minute. Then I got to my feet and stepped back out from between the buildings.

Of course, Jane was waiting for me.

*****

"I was walking over to meet you at the registrar's office," she said. "I saw you duck into that alley."

I shrugged.

"Anyway," she said, "I went home and did some research while you were doing your transfer paperwork."

"Oh?"

"Yes," she said. "Kelly, you went to Stone Valley for your vacation, didn't you? Not Chrystal Heights."

"Does it matter?"

"Of course it matters," said Jane. "You went there during seeding season, didn't you?"

I clenched my teeth. "Yes," I said. "Yes, I did. And yes, I got seeded. Satisfied?"

"All right, then," she said, as we started walking toward our dorm. "Now everything makes sense. Do you know anything at all about Stone Valley's futanari?"

I glanced down at my belly, then back to Jane. "What do you think?"

Jane giggled. "I get your point, but that's not what I meant," she said. "Do you understand [i]everything[/i] about being knocked up by a futa?"

"I think I've got the important parts down, yeah," I said. "The part where my belly swells and a baby comes along."

Jane shook her head. "You're not listening, Kelly," she said. "You got impregnated by a futa. To begin with, that means you're not just pregnant...you're [i]very[/i] pregnant. There are five times as many hormones blasting through you right now than the normal pregnancy. Your belly and bigger boobs aren't from putting on a couple extra pounds...it's your pregnancy showing. [i]You're[/i] showing."

"What?!" I said. "I'm barely a month along!"

"I know," said Jane, "but that's what happens with a futanari pregnancy. You show sooner, your tits fill with milk and swell earlier and your cravings get more intense."

I cupped my slightly curved belly with both hands. "I should have known," I said. "Grrrrrrr."

"There's more," said Jane.

"What more could there be?"

"Well...when you get impregnated by a futanari," said Jane, "then that futa has total control of you until you give birth and the umbilical cord is cut."

"What?!"

Jane shrugged apologetically. "Whoever gave you that belly has control of you, Kelly," she said. "Which actually explains a few things. Like why you can't wear shoes. And why you're blowing guys in the alley."

"No wonder I've been fucking shaving myself every other day since I got back! You're sure about this?!"

Jane nodded. "Wikipedia."

I stomped my foot. "Fucking Gina. Grrrrr!"

"Was that the futa who did you?"

"Yeah," I said. "She, umm, got me drunk and...well, jumped me."

"Oh."

I stomped my foot again. "Fuck!" I said. "It's not fair! I'm fucking reporting her to...to...to her school or something! Someone!"

Jane shook her head. "You could try," she said, "but you're not going to get anywhere. It's a futa town. The laws favor the futa and bluehalfs completely. She could have legally done you right there in the bar and you couldn't get her in trouble for it."

"What?!" I said. "That's rape!"

"Not in Stone Valley," said Jane. "You really shouldn't have gone there during seeding season."

"I get it, all right?"

"I get it, all right?"

"So what are you going to do now?"

I shrugged. "I'm transferring to Stone Valley University," I said. "Apparently Gina gave me that little instruction before I left. I'm guessing she set up the transfer and the blowjobs to be triggered the moment I found out I was pregnant."

"Couldn't you just stay here and not go?"

I looked at Jane and shook my head. "How?" I said. "Whatever she said apparently stuck. I can't even put on shoes. Besides, if you think I'm going to stick around giving blowjobs every day, you're out of your mind."



Next: Part 2- The move to Stone Valley.

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