Life After Futas: Luke and Violet

Author's note: Wow this one really got away from me. I don't think anyone will be masturbating to this one. I just kept writing, following the concept, and ended up making something oddly sweet and wholesome. Enjoy.

Luke and Violet

Luke loved his wife Violet with all his heart. The couple met in 2015, got married in 2020, and then spent six years trying and failing to have a baby. Luke would be happy no matter what, as long as he had the love of his life. He saw, though, that the ongoing failure was wearing away at Violet. That was soul-crushing to Luke. He would have done anything to bring back the happy-go-lucky woman who stole his heart when he was twenty-one.

Then, one day, half of the world's women spontaneously grew dicks. All day at work, he watched as every social media platform turned into hardcore porn while new futas showed off their cocks and what they could do with them. Meanwhile Luke's lovely wife was radio-silent all day.

Luke was a bundle of nerves on his way home. He was certain that his wife had either become a futa, or she was busy getting nailed by one. He didn't know what he would do in either case.

When Luke walked in and saw his beautiful, soft-featured, auburn-haired wife, and how her delicate features contrasted against her rock-hard slab of salami as thick as his fist, he suddenly wasn't so worried.

In the years since that event, Luke listened to all kinds of stories about what different futas did went they first changed. Not a single one of them had been able to resist cumming for more than the first ten minutes. That is, except for Violet.

When Luke found his wife, with her throbbing monster cock bobbing and pulsing, it was after a full day of denying herself. It wasn't because she didn't want to masturbate, or because she hated her new body. She simply wanted her first load to go straight up her doting husband's ass.

If he truly loved her, who would he have been to deny her humble plea? He did what he needed to do to satisfy the woman he adored. As it turned out, it satisfied him, too.

Getting his virgin boyhole ran-through by Violet caused the biggest and most mind-shattering climax that Luke had ever experienced. Afterwards Violet rested her ten inch bitch-breaker over Luke's wimpy six-incher. Due to that comparison, she insisted that she should do all the fucking from that point on. Coming down from his orgasm and drunk on futa cum, he was unable to resist.

For that first two weeks, Violet took out her frustrations on Luke for never giving her a baby. In that time, she easily came in him more times than he had into her during their whole marriage. Through that process something unusual began to happen.

On the third day of Luke's unyielding anal assault, his cock stayed rock-hard for over four hours. As it bounced with every thrust, look couldn't help but notice that it was bigger than before. By the end of the week, he was sure of it--in fact it was gradually approaching the size of Violet's thigh-slapping meat-cannon. His balls, too, were already about as big as Violet's.

In the breaks between sessions of getting his back blown out, Luke observed that he was getting taller, as well. In fact, he was bigger all around. His frame was broader, with a barrel-chest and big, beefy arms filling it in. No matter how much he looked on the internet, he found no sign of the big change doing this to any men.

After those two weeks were up, his transformation was complete. He'd gone from five-eleven to six-three. His cock had doubled in size, now coming in at a whopping foot-long, and even a little fatter than his wife's. On that day, he became the first documented case of the 'super-man' side effect caused by futa cum. Already, thousands of men had been converted into sissies. Luke, however, went the other way.

After getting a good look at his huge cock, and a whiff of his virile musk, Violet proposed that the couple should take turns topping. When she grew a cock that was so much larger than her husbands, it gassed up her ego quite a bit. Big-dick energy made her confident, so when he turned the tables on her, that hurt. Still, she was more attracted to her husband than ever before, so it wasn't a total loss.

Luke and Violet both deeply wished to start a family together. Thus, they'd instinctively disabled their natural birth-control from the very start. While they didn't realize it at the time, Violet's egg was fertilized the very first time Luke's twelve in hog less loose inside of her.

It wasn't long before Violet's cock started getting bigger. It really seemed like what Violet's cum had to Luke, Luke's was now doing in return. Their doctor shed light on the situation, though, and it was the greatest news that the couple had ever heard.

After the sixth week since insemination, the couple's dicks were exactly the same size. That wasn't the only change, as a pendulous set of H-cup tits now hung ludicrously off of Violet's five-foot-three frame. Even more pressing, her already unmanageable libido was now constant and irresistible.

Throughout Violet's pregnancy, the couple almost never left the house. For several day stretches at a time, they wouldn't even leave the bed, surviving on Violet's milk and each other's cum. The best nine months of the couple's lives culminated in the best day of their lives--especially Violet's.

After years of dreading the agony of labor, Violet was met with a ten-hour orgasm, each second more pleasurable than anything she'd ever felt.

Partially due to that pleasure, barely a month passed before Violet started pleading for Luke to put another baby in her. Luke wasn't too surprised after what a blast the pregnancy and labor had been. He also had an inkling that a big part of Violet's motivation was that she was disappointed about her cock shrinking back down to eleven inches. She had really loved that two weeks of having a bigger cock than her husband and seemed to hate that things had changed.

Luke didn't care which of them had the bigger dick. He loved the improvements his body had taken on, but not in any competitive sort of way. If his woman wanted to another nine months of having a dick as big as his, he could live with.

Except, that wasn't what happened. When Violet's second baby-bump grew her cock to thirteen inches, it gave Luke chills. Maybe he liked having the bigger dick than he'd thought. Or maybe, anything bigger than twelve inches was just naturally terrifying.

Before Luke knew it, another two years had gone by. He and Violet had three beautiful and happy daughters--all futas, not that it mattered at their age. When their youngest was only three months old, Violet gave Luke a look that he knew all too well.

"No," he said, before she could even ask.

"Come on," she begged. "Just one more! After all those years of trying, I just need to get it out of my system! One more and that's it."

"Oh, you 'need to get it out of your system', huh? Sure, that's the reason," he argued sarcastically.

"Oh, that?" Violet scoffed with phony nonchalance. "Didn't you hear? It stops growing after the third kid. You're in the clear."

Luke glanced down at the thirteen-inch beast dangling between his wife's legs. "Oh, I heard, alright. There's no more permanent growth after the third birth. That's not going to stop you from cramming my guts full of a fifteen-inch log while you're pregnant."

Violet's face went flat, caught in her diabolical plot before it could even begin. Proud of having won, Luke turned to go brush his teeth before bed. "Fine," Violet said, a hint of mischief in her voice. "If you don't want to get me pregnant again, you don't have to. I've been curious about what it's like to raise a clone of myself, anyway."

Luke paused in the doorway, his face now pale. "You wouldn't!"

Violet laughed, practically cackling. "You know for a fact that I would!"

After sulking about it for a little while, Luke agreed to one more go. He'd do whatever it took to make his wife happy. Right about now, he really missed steak. He could definitely go for a big juicy steak to eat his feelings. Getting creampied by his wife's ridiculously oversized cock was the only food he'd gotten that day--not that it wasn't filling every time.

Like clockwork, six weeks later he awoke in the morning to see his wife squatting over his head, swinging a comically huge fifteen-inch girlcock in circles like a helicopter.

"It's so fucking big!" she bragged.

"Yeah, it is," he groggily concurred. He noticed a weird pain coming from his morning wood. He touched it and found metal constraining it. "Why the fuck is my dick in a cage?!"

"Oh, that? That's no big deal. You see, I was thinking I should really treat myself, since this will be my last pregnancy," she said nonchalantly. Then, much more quietly, she added, "--For a little while."

"What?"

Rolling past it, she continued, "So during this extra-special pregnancy, I'm changing up the rules. You'll be my hole, twenty-four-seven without any breaks while my mom looks after the kids."

Wincing, Luke groaned, "Your mother's staying with us?" That was even worse than the chastity cage.

"That helpful little gadget is there to make sure you don't even think of trying to use your cock until this is all over. The key is hidden somewhere safe and secret, and you won't be getting it until I'm all healed up after the baby."

Luke rolled his eyes at that detail. "As if that doesn't take you, like, a day! Although last time you couldn't even wait for an hour, so who knows."

A hard slap against his obtrusively large nuts shut him right up. "Holes don't give sass!" Violet scolded. "Holes get fucked and thank me for it! Now roll over, already!"

Luke grinned and rolled his eyes yet again. He was still sleepy, but he rolled over like his wife asked. "The things I do for love..."

Ever since the change, Luke's ass (much like everyone else's) had become a pain resistant fuckhole that greedily ate up big dicks without a second thought. That morning, he learned that his ass still had a limit, though, and fifteen inches was way over it. He bit the pillow, helpless to do anything but endure his torment.

Violet, shockingly, made good on her promise to the letter. Her cock didn't leave Luke's ass for even a second. Day and night, she pounded away at Luke's aching hole, whether he was awake or not. When she slept, it was balls deep inside him.

When Violet was hungry, she sucked her own tits. When it became clear that a self-contained loop wouldn't be sustainable long term, she called in friends to give her snacks, along with milk and cum from other futas. Neither spouse needed bathrooms, and their bodies were remarkably resilient, so they could sustain life like this for a surprisingly long time.

It only took about a week for Luke's brain to fully reboot. For the next eighty-three weeks, he was simply a cocksleeve. During that time, he forgot that he'd ever had a life outside of being a cocksleeve. He had one simple purpose, and he was fulfilling it well.

That was the only one of his children whose birth he wasn't present for. He'd needed to be wheelchaired into the hospital and had to spent a week in a recovery room. Thankfully, he regained the power of speech, his motor skills, and his rectal integrity.

When Luke got home, Violet felt so bad that she let him top her five times a day for the next month, only asking for the occasional reach-around or to fuck his throat now and again. He was touched. After three daughters, the couple had a son, and he was the spitting image of Luke.

Twenty years later, the couple were in there fifties, yet they looked no older than they did on their wedding day. In fact, they barely looked much older than their kids. With the kids off enriching their minds and seeing the world, they had an empty nest.

It was eerie. Luke always figured at this stage in his life, he'd be... older. What was next? Retirement? Sitting out on the porch to rest his weary bones? He was still spry as ever, maybe even more so.

One day, he stopped needing to contemplate this. Violet had given him 'the look' a handful of times over the years. Unlike the last time, though, she respected his wishes when he declined giving things another go. One day, he saw something familiar, though, and it wasn't Violet giving him the look.

"You didn't," he said in shock, eyes locked on a Violet's fifteen-inch swollen rod.

Violet's face was painted with fear and trepidation about how Luke might react. "I'm sorry! I know you said you didn't want anymore, and I thought I was okay with that, but then I guess I... went and knocked myself up."

Luke cocked an eyebrow. "A clone?"

Nervously, Violet nodded. "Are you mad?"

Luke kissed his wife softly, letting her know that everything would be okay. "How could I be mad? I'll be proud to raise a new little Violet."

As it turned out, there were three little Violet's growing inside of her. This would be an interesting new challenge, but the couple had all the time in the world to tackle it. Plus, Violet didn't lock Luke in a chastity cage this time, so he even got to attend the perverted mess that was the birth.

Raising three carbon-copies of his wife was a trip. The way Luke saw it, though--the world could use as many Violets as it could get. Violet herself seemed to feel differently. Her three little clones seemed to always know exactly how to get on her nerves and drive her up the wall. Luke figured that she was her own worst enemy, but there would be more than enough time for her to work through that.

When the triplets were eight, and the couple were in their early sixties, Violet gave Luke the all-too-familiar look. He held a straight face, for a commendable five seconds, before breaking into a grin and an eye roll. "Fuck it," he agreed.

That was how they had their first non-futa daughter. A warm and nurturing side came out in the triplets when their little sister came along. Luke wondered if that had to do with the fact that they were genetically their mother, in a technical sense. Conversely, something in Violet's genes might make them naturally maternal.

Really, though, he was pretty sure he and Violet were just great at raising fantastic kids. Their oldest was a world-renowned researcher, currently living on the moon of all places. There second oldest had a wonderful wife, with whom she'd founded a wildlife sanctuary. Their third was on a fascinating path; what began as a leisurely exploration in traveling the world was blossoming into her falling ass-backwards into being a brilliant archeologist.

When his son was growing up, Luke worried about what kind of life the futa-dominated future might hold for him. His fears turned out to be the farthest thing from reality. His son was happy, which was the most important thing of all. As if that wasn't enough, he was a talented writer and director, making movies that blew Luke away with how great they were. To be fair, cinema and pornography were pretty deeply interwoven these days, but Luke wasn't one to judge.

Time kept passing. After two more kids, the couple had finally called given up on populating the world with their genes. Year by year, grand kids were already trickling in and making the size of their family unthinkably big.

Before they knew it, Luke and Violet were a hundred years old! On their worst day, they maybe looked like they were in their late thirties, and even that was a stretch. They had great grandkids, yet they were still in their prime.

The couple was a bit of an anomaly. Almost no one who had been married before the change were still together seventy years later. If they'd been born into this like their kids, they would have known to take things slow. People these days fucked around well into their fifties before they were ready to start a career or get married. There was just so much time left.

Inevitably, the question crossed Luke's mind, "What's next?"

Violet seemed to have been wondering the same thing, probably well before it even occurred to him. So, one day she gave him a look. Luke cocked his head and narrowed his eyes at his wife. This wasn't 'the look' but it was certainly 'a look'. He wasn't sure he knew this look. Could a person really have a brand-new look, a hundred years into life?

Seeing her husband's obvious puzzlement, Violet came out with it. "Should we go back to school?"

Luke chuckled heartily. "At a hundred-years-old?"

Not discouraged, Violet shrugged. "Why not?"

Luke had butterflies. How stupid could he be, to have never thought of this? "Fuck it," he said giddily. "A hundred seems like a pretty good time to start our second act."

Thus, the two old-timers who seemed to passersby like newlyweds went to school. As it turned out, some big strides has occurred in the last seventy-years of enlightenment. That meant their old education was basically worthless and they had to start from scratch. Thankfully, they weren't the first in their generation to do this, so the university had courses set up for them.

The couple shared a dorm. Between their studies, they made sure that neither spouse went a moment where the other wasn't chock-full of hot cum. They joined sports, and went to parties, and blended right in with the young people.

While old people didn't look too different from anyone else, they had a funny way of talking, and they carried themselves differently. The couple's classmates knew that they were old, but they didn't really care. In these times, it didn't really matter. If they weren't covered in wrinkles, shuffling on walkers, and half-senile, then there was no reason to think of them differently from anyone else.

Both spouses got propositioned for hookups surprisingly often. When people caught on that after seventy years, they weren't just still-together, but still-monogamous, they were shocked. Even still, people respected it and left them to tend to one-another.

Learning new things turned out to be exhilarating. The couple spent decades simply collecting majors just for the sake of broadening their minds. They loved learning about the fields of study that their kids and grandkids had specialized in. After so long of science-babble going right over their heads, they could finally talk to their kids about their wondrous careers.

After finally relenting and giving school a rest, an exciting job opportunity came up--porn. The couple had spent well over a hundred years married, and in that time, they'd gotten extremely good at fucking each other. Apparently, people liked watching them do it, too.

At a hundred-fifty-years-old they traveled the world, finding exotic locations to get it on for the camera. Sometimes it was tropical islands, or icy mountains, or even busy streets. Wherever it was, Luke and his Violet were expertly sticking their extra-large cocks into each other for all to see.

After a few years of that, they got a call from their old university. They were invited back--this time to teach. A new class was created for the couple to teach together about sex and successful long-term relationships. Violet didn't even need time to think it over. She simply give her husband a look, and he told the dean, "Fuck it, why not?"

Given the freedom to create their own curriculum, the couple opted to spend most of their lectures having rough sex on their desk for the grad students to observe. Luke was sure that he and Violet were pushing their luck, and it was only a matter of time to get fired. Instead, they were commended for their immersive lessons. A statue depicting Violet burying her fat girlcock deep into Luke was commissioned and displayed in the middle of the quad! Luke would laugh about that for the next century.

Eventually, the couple had great-great grandkids, and even great-great-great grandkids. Getting everyone together for the holidays was like organizing an event for a whole town. Never in a million years did Luke think he'd live to see that!

Time catches up to us all, however. One day, at the ripe age of three-hundred-forty-eight, the married couple was found dead. They passed peacefully together in their sleep, held in each other's arms with smiles upon their faces. Violet's priapic boner was still hilted inside of her husband. The coroner didn't have the heart to separate them, and it was decided that they would be buried together.

Their funeral was attended by all one-hundred-sixty-two of their living decedents, as well as their over two-thousand students. Their legacy would live on for countless centuries, through their decedents, their good deeds, and through the generations whom they taught to make love. Rest in peace.