Life After Futas: Molly

Molly

July 1st, 2028.

Molly loved being a futa. Two years ago, she was depressed, dorky, unattractive, and unliked. Now, her life was everything she ever hoped for. At twenty-five, she was the sexiest person she knew. Sure, her pendulous F cup tits, bombshell figure, and nine-inch-long, three-inch-wide cock were all average, but that didn't matter. For starters, her gorgeous face made everyone she met infatuated with her, right away. More importantly, she had the thickest and tastiest cum, probably in the whole world.

Molly's cum is what made her special, and she made a ton of it. She produced two-and-a-half gallons of the stuff every day, which was way more than everyone she knew. As long as she was sure to bottle at least a half gallon every day, she could sell it at the farmer's market and live quite comfortably.

People couldn't get enough of her cum. A local restaurant used it as sauce in their most coveted dish. Other people paid top-dollar to buy bottles from her and drink it on its own. Hell, despite its scrumptious flavor, some people even funneled it into their ass or pussy for the abnormally strong high that it gave.

This all meant that her prospective sexual partners were limitless. The notion of getting Molly's cum for free, and fresh from the source, was an opportunity that nobody could pass up. Even the extra-endowed futas who always insisted 'bigger cock tops' made an exception for Molly. Of course, sometimes she wanted to get split open by a huge girlcock. In those cases, her cum was a reward for a hole well-stuffed.

On this particular sunny afternoon, Molly was sunbathing nude on the beach. These days, public nudity was basically encouraged, and around two-thirds of all beaches were adults-only for that reason. She brushed back her dirty blonde hair with her fingers and leered through her shades at the gorgeous bodies around her.

Before becoming a futa, Molly was only ever attracted to men. Nowadays, she had almost no interest in them. Be they futa or not, women were what got her blood pumping down south. It seemed that a shift in sexuality was pretty typical after the change, although to varying degrees. She knew plenty of other futas who remained primarily into guys, while most had become bi or pansexual. Across all genders and sexualities, attraction to futas was the default, with occasional exceptions.

Molly gawked at a curvy Latina girl walking by, with the biggest dick she'd ever seen slapping her thighs with each step. She was awe-struck. The woman passed by her with a flirty glance, before continuing away from her.

Molly didn't know what to do. Should she get up from her comfy spot and go after her? She was more used to people approaching her.

Speak of the devil, she spotted a timid girl awkwardly approaching. She cracked a grin in amusement as she looked the girl over. The platinum blonde girl looked to be in her early twenties, with cute little handful-tits. With a microkini bottom and no top, she was the only one on the beach with bathing suit. Judging by the mild bulge in the front and short, bottom-heavy frame, Molly could guess why.

Shyly, the girl asked, "Um, are you really Molly? Like the one who makes the special sauce at Estella's?" Her voice was feminine, and sweetly soft.

"Maybe," Molly coyly answered. "Are you a sissy?"

She girl squirmed, in place, pushing her legs together out of embarrassment for her dick. "Um, yes. I'm still... ya know, a girl, though--if that helps. I'm not, um, one of those sissies who get all huffy about still wanting to be a guy. I like being a sissy girl."

Molly nodded, disinterested. She didn't ask for the girl's life story. "Are you a cum-addicted sissy slut?"

The cute girl pressed her lips together tightly and hesitated before meekly nodded. "Yes, ma'am," she said after a pause.

Molly bit her lip, making a show of thinking things over. Finally, she said, "Tell you what, sissy--why don't you drop those undies and let me get a real good look at your cumhole?"

Eagerly, the girl obeyed. She dropped her bikini bottom and stepped one foot over Molly, facing away. Molly sat up, using her beach-bag as a pillow. With a nudge, she prompted the sissy to bend over and spread her cheeks.

Molly was impressed. Even before the spread, the girl's gigantic, jiggly ass made Molly's mouth water. Looking at the hole, it was perfect. It was a perfectly plush donut, yet it was tight and pristine. Either she'd become an addict from sucking cock exclusively, or her ass was remarkably good as recovering from abuse.

Molly sniffed, taking in the sweet aroma of the pussy juice leaking from the girl's backdoor. Unable to resist, her head bobbed forward to bury her face in the girl's ass. After the change, it took a while to accept that fluids leaking from an ass were now completely sanitary. Once she realized that it tasted like pussy, she was able to wrap her head around it.

Except, this girl's ass didn't taste like pussy--it tasted like candy. Pulling back for a moment, Molly asked, "Do you drink a lot of pineapple juice or something?"

Proudly, the girl replied, "Every day, ma'am. Nothing but pineapple juice and cum."

Molly wanted to laugh, but she had to admit that the strategy was working for her. Instead, she put her lips back to the girl's hole and dug into it with her tongue. She heard ask the sissy's breaths grew shallow and soft cries escaped her. Molly was glad--she loved playing with the extra-sensitive ones.

She didn't realize just how sensitive the girl was. After less than a minute of getting her ass licked inside and out, her soft cock dribbled her watery cum all over Molly's tits. Molly was annoyed at this. Non-futa cum was totally worthless, and as a renowned cum-magnate, she was offended by shoddy product.

"Clean that up," she chastised. If she wasn't careful, there was a risk of losing her boner over this. Turning such valuable balls blue was criminal in Molly's eyes, and she didn't think she'd be able to resist beating the sissy's balls to match, were it to happen.

"Okay," the sissy agreed cheerily. "You should try some. My cream tastes sort of like yours!"

Molly grimaced, more offended than she'd ever been in her life. "What?!" she sneered. "What did you just say?!"

Shrinking away from her, the girl fearfully stammered, "Muh-my, um, my c-c-cum tastes k-kinda... like yours?"

Molly huffed, ready to tell this bitch off for even suggesting it. Before doing so, she wiped a some cup onto her finger and gave it a lick. She froze, utterly at a loss. This sissy's cum not only tasted almost exactly like her own, but it tasted even better! It was richer, taking the sweet and savory notes from her flavor and amping them up perfectly. It wasn't just the best cum she'd ever tasted, but it was the best anything she'd ever tasted. Sure, it didn't come with the rush of ecstacy that futa cum did, but it was a delicacy.

"How... is this possible?" Molly gasped, tears in her eyes. She felt like a fraud. She was proud to have the world's best cum, but now she found that it was a pale imitation of this random sissy's.

She was split between the crushing defeat and the need to taste more of this incredible flavor. Hungrily, she licked up every drop of the sissy's spunk from her tits. When there was no more, she went to the source. Swirling her tongue under the flaccid dick's foreskin, she licked up what remained.

"That tickles," the sissy protested, giggling. "What are you doing?"

After a pause to ensure that there was absolutely none left, she pulled away and growled, "I need more! I don't understand how it's so good, but it does!"

"Oh. Um, thank you. I can't cum like that anymore. Only my asspussy makes me cum."

Molly gritted her teeth and narrowed her eyes at the sissy. Pushing her away, she retrieved an empty cum-bottle from her bag. The bottles she used were the same ones that the milkman used to deliver to people's houses, way before she was born.

"I say we should see how much cum you can make from getting your ass fucked then, don't you think?"

The sissy looked excited by Molly aggressive demand. She limply let Molly arrange her body however she pleased. Bent over with her ass in the air, and her dick danglingly over a bottle with a funnel on it, the sissy said, "Um, by the way--my name is..."

"Shut the fuck up," Molly interrupted. "If you can fill this bottle, I'll give a shit what your name is. Until then shut up and be a good hole for me."

The sissy's only response to that was a squeak of excitement. Molly promptly mounted the girl's fat ass and crammed her girthy cock into it. The slippery warmth inside made Molly shudder. This girl's ass was even better than her cum. It pissed Molly off as much as it made her melt inside. She took out that anger on the sissy's hungry hole.

Molly furiously slammed into the sissy's ass like a jackhammer. With each stroke, the girl's tight hole squeezed and massaged Molly's fat cock with an ungodly level of talent. It wasn't long before Molly started pumping the girl full of cum like an éclair.

Thankfully, futas cum early and often, especially Molly. Molly considered herself to be just warming up if she hadn't cum at least three times yet. The sissy, on the other hand, was pushed over the edge.

The intense rush of ecstasy from having such potent futa cum injected straight into her ass overwhelmed the sissy. The powerful aphrodisiac was so good that the girl's hanging dick hardened for the first time in over a year. As it hardened, it flung three long ropes of hot spunk down into the bottle. Usually only a few watery little loads could get milked out of her prostate, but this extra-strength futa seed was kicking her body into overdrive.

"Breed me!" the sissy begged.

Molly was happy to oblige. She adjusted her position, leveraging from above to hammer straight down into the girl's prostate. The girl's knees went weak and she began collapsing. Molly grabbed her hips to hold her up, hissing, "Don't knock over the bottle you dumb bitch."

The sissy could only respond with slurred gibberish. Moly groaned. Seeing that this girl was such a lightweight, Molly knew she couldn't trust her to not fuck up. She took a quick break from her fucking to grab some duct tape from her bag, feeling proud that she happened to have some. She then squeezed the head of the sissy's surprisingly cute and chubby dicklet into the bottle and duct taped it in place.

With the bottle secure, Molly pushed the girl down to lay flat on her tummy for a prone bone. With out warning or hesitation she abruptly slammed her superior futa cock back into the sissy. Molly relished the involuntary moans that escaped the girl as she railed her asspussy like an oil pumpjack.

Each thrust slammed Molly's full weight and strength straight down into the sissy's G-spot, scraping across it as the pressure fought to force the stiff rod to orient into her hole, rather than horizontally against its walls. Surely, the girl would be bedridden for a couple weeks while her battered and bruised prostate recovered. Judging by the sounds the girl made, however, it was a trade-off she was happy to make.

Molly's balls clung up into her body as she came so hard into the hot squishy hole that she was paralyzed by the strength of it for a good thirty seconds. She panted as she recovered, surprised at herself. That had the overwhelming strength of a 'big finale' orgasm, which was typically the fifth or sixth that she would have in a session.

Molly would need to step up her game. No sissy-hole could be allowed to coax weakness out of her, even an extra deluxe hole like this one. She started back up, clapping down so hard that the force of her balls slapping against the sissy's was nauseating.

Both times that Molly had cum so far were in much greater volumes than usual. By now, she'd packed nearly two liters into the sissy's ass. This meant that an immense amount of pressure was built up in the already tight confined of the girl's ass.

Somehow, her rim still managed to sinch a water-tight seal around Molly's cock, refusing to let even a drop leak out. This sissy was a prodigiously gifted cumslut, and Molly couldn't help admire her for it. Even as every other muscle in the girl's body had turned to jelly, her rim tirelessly clenched to savor every little bit of Molly's valuable cum.

After another fifteen minutes of relentless anal abuse, Molly rewarded the diligent hole with another big batch of fresh cum. With the pressure inside the sissy's hole, she had to clench with all of her superhuman might to force her cum out. There was nowhere for it to go, so it tried to flow back up into her instead, but she managed to pump it out with an even greater amount of pressure.

Molly was grateful for the absurd ways that anatomy had changed during the big cataclysm two years back. Beforehand, pumping this much pressurized fluid into someone's ass would have ruptured their colon, and probably killed them in the process. Nowadays, bodies were built to withstand mind-boggling levels of punishment.

Molly didn't ease up for even a second. She reminded herself that this little bitch had the audacity to have better-tasting cum than her and held strong in putting her in her place. After another five minutes, she came yet again.

The sissy was barely conscious, with only the faintest of squeals escaping her. Her belly was swollen, making her look like the bred bitch she was. Molly kept on going, wanting to make the illusion of pregnancy even more obvious.

After nearly another hour of nonstop hammering, and another five oversized loads, Molly couldn't continue. She'd stuffed well over a gallon of cum into the poor girl, and she'd double it if she could. Sadly, she'd ploughed with such careless force that even her resilient futa cock was too chaffed and bruised to go on.

As Molly pulled her beaten-red girldick out of the sissy's ass, she saw as a trail of her precious cum escaped. It infuriated her to see such a display of ingratitude. She pulled a nearly grapefruit-sized butt plug out of her bag and wedged it into the sissy's ass. After licking up what leaked and drying the area with her towel, she sealed over the girl's ass crack from taint to tailbone with a strip of duct tape. Nothing would be getting out.

All of the sissy's strength was sapped out of her, and she was completely unable to move. This meant Molly had to do the work of pushing the girl's limp body onto her side to check on the bottle. She was delighted to see the bottle filled almost right to the brim. She gingerly peeled the duct tape from the lip of the bottle, not bother to take it off of the girl's soft and shriveled dick.

"Would you look at that," Molly praised, waving the bottle in front of the sissy's barely-open eyes.

The girls eyebrows rose, revealing fully dilated pupils. Molly was shocked. That was only supposed to happen in the most extreme cases of cum-intoxication. She'd never seen it happen in real life, even with her extra-strength seed. She'd really done a number of this cute little cum addict.

"Wow," the girl weakly slurred, sounding like she was waking up from anesthesia. "I've never made anywhere near that much before." She closed her eyes, smiling widely as she dragged out a hushed, "Thaaaaank yooooouuuuuuu."

Molly chuckled at how cum drunk the girl was. She put the bottle under her nose and sampled its scent. Involuntarily, her eyes fluttered closed and she moaned in delight at the wonderful aroma. Unable to wait longer, she tossed the bottle back and greedily gulped down a mouthful.

"Oh my God!" she swooned. "This is like ten times better than before!"

Even without the druglike effects of futa cum, the endorphins that such a concentrated and mouthwatering flavor was better than any high. It was like every taste bud in her mouth was a tiny clit, all of them having toe-curling orgasms at once. Even watered down ten to one, this would taste leagues better than her own cum.

That gave Molly an idea. Maybe it wasn't such a bad think that this sissy's useless jizz tasted so much better than hers. Maybe this was just what she needed to take her product to the next level. This could be the perfect flavor booster to add to her own beloved cream.

"Hey, sissy," Molly said. "Good work. Since you held up your end of the deal, what's your name?"

"I... don't remember. Maybe you should name me," the sissy groggily offered.

Smirking with amusement, Molly asked, "You want me to name you?"

With pathetic sincerity, the sissy confirmed, "Yes ma'am! Then you can take me home and make me your pet and bind me so I can be yours forever."

Grinning ear-to-ear at how easy the sissy was making this, Molly graciously offered, "Tell you what--that works out great with a business proposition I have in mind, so if you still feel this way when your head is clear, then you've got yourself a deal."

"Yaaay," the girl sleepily slurred. "So what's my new name?"

Rolling her eyes, Molly said the first thing that came to her head. "Missie. Missie the sissy."

Missy smiled lovingly at hearing her new name.