Chapter 3
“You want me to do what?” Katie’s eyes were wide.
“You’ve swallowed my loads before, what’s the issue?” asked Max.
“Your loads never gave me superpowers before,” Katie answered. “Sure, your cum is super delicious, but super-powered? That’s a lot to take in.”
Chapter 2
PROLOGUE
In the year 2019, a radioactive meteor crashed into the Pacific Ocean. Shortly thereafter, people started being born with superpowers. Not all people, only women, and not all women, only about three percent of them. It was always obvious when a girl was born with superpowers because all girls born with superpowers were also born with something else: a dick. Endowed with two sets of functioning genitalia, the world called these super-powered hermaphrodites “futanari” or “futas” for short.
She was undeniably sexy; an over-exaggeration of femininity. Six-and-a-half feet of female with curves any man--and a few women--would die for. Long voluminous fiery-red hair flowed down around her large powerful shoulders nearly reaching the floor. Her eyes were such a deep blue they were almost violet. Behind her long thick lashes those bright orbs radiated charisma and willful strength. Her tan skin was silky soft, and looking at it you were filled with the need to reach out and caress it.
She was having the dream again.
Blue fire arced across her skin, etching ethereal runes on her body. The feeling was exhilarating, like the embrace of a familiar lover. But, like any embrace, these sigils were ultimately confining. They wrapped themselves around her form, hugging her, binding her.
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Rachel tried to make herself comfortable in the small folding chairs that had been set up in the lab. Nearby, the machine hummed its steady hum, just like it always did. Occasionally one of the array of monitors she was observing would finish whatever program it was displaying and switch to a different task.
