Izzy's Average Day

Hello my readers! This is the start of a new series titled "The Tales Of The Futa Family" (very original, I know) which concerns the only family of all futanari in the general canon all my original stories fall into. This first installment follows Izzy, oldest of the daughters, and what she does on an average day in her life.

Contains: futa on male, hyper cock and cum ridiculousness/inflation.

Tags are for the story as a whole!

Comments and feedback are appreciated :)

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"And if you look at the beginning of the next paragraph in your textbooks, you'll see that Descartes' most famous philosophy, Cogito, ergo sum, or 'I think, therefore I am' has many..."

Isabella's brown eyes were essentially glazed over as she stared at her desk, not even looking at the spot in her textbook she was directed to. The professor's words went in one heavily-pierced ear and out the other, nothing she'd spoken about for the past half an hour registering in her brain. It was all 'Descartes said this' and 'Descartes did this' over and over again, as it had been for the past several classes - several classes of unadulterated, pure boredom. She had thought that maybe picking an Introduction to Philosophy class this semester would finally be what grabbed her attention, but she couldn't have been more wrong; it was all dead white men arguing about things that didn't matter! It couldn't have been more dull.

The worst part of it all was that Isabella couldn't even browse her phone to help this wasted hour go by! The professor expressly forbade it, claiming it was a distraction to her and the other students, and they were here to learn and not text their friends, like they weren't the ones paying her salary! Well, Isabella wasn't, her parents were, but the point still stood. Ugh, if they hadn't insisted she go to a community college first to save money, she could be living it up at a State University, not a care in the world. But noooo, it was either get a job or take classes locally, otherwise they'd cut her off! It's not like they would kick her out or anything, but they claimed they'd stop paying her credit card bill and take away her allowance. How fuckin' annoying.

So Isabella had gone with what she figured would be the less irritating option - or so she thought.

Maybe working would have been better than this - at least then she'd have her own money. Community college had turned out to be just like highschool: boring. None of the subjects that she was taught in her decade plus of public school ever grabbed interest, each topic as uninteresting as the last; math, english, science - it didn't matter, they were all a snooze fest! Isabella knew that her parents hoped that having access to a broader set of courses would help her find her passion, and admittedly so did she, but in the end it didn't help. After almost a year and a half, she was still without desire to learn about much of anything. All Isabella really wanted to do was get high, hang with friends, and fuck! Well, mostly.

Yawning, Isabella leaned back in her chair, trying to keep herself awake for the second half of the lecture. Stretching her arms towards the ceiling, her black t-shirt lifting over her tanned, toned stomach; the logo emblazoned across its front, a sloppily written band name surrounded by skeletal imagery, contorted around her large breasts, the barbells on her pierced nipples poking through the thin fabric. Relaxing her body, she reached down and scratched at her other attention grabber that was currently bulging her tight jeans down one of her thighs, falling a couple inches short of her knee; she raked her nails across the denim-jailed protuberance like it was the most casual act in the world, like she wasn't doing something obscene by any normal person's standards.

There was another thing her parents always chastised her over.

Yeah she was a futanari. but that didn't mean she had to hide it! Whenever she was in public they wanted her to present herself like she wasn't one, encouraging her to wear more modest bottoms that covered her extra appendage. Isabella never understood why it was such a big deal; sure it made her unique, but was that something to be ashamed of? It was a part of her that almost only ever seemed to benefit her, not the other way around! They couldn't even really use the excuse of being embarrassed to have a futanari daughter considering who her family was. Whatever.

Besides if the guys that walked around campus could have their dickprints visible through their pants, why couldn't she? Men scratched and adjusted their junk constantly! Just because she was blessed, as her parents always told her, with more between the legs than any male out there, didn't mean a different set of rules applied to her, especially as an adult. They probably just didn't want her to get into fights over it - not that any limpdicks had ever tried before. What were they going to do anyway, make fun of her for having a huge dick? The thought made her smirk. If anything, having such an obvious, big package resting against her leg brought her admirers and not haters!

Speaking of which...

Brushing a strand of silky, brown hair away from her face, Isabella cut off her current train of thought and focused her attention on those around her. She had been absentmindedly rubbing the bulge at her crotch, her legs spread as wide as they could be, practically half of her body out of her desk like it was trying to escape this monotonous prison. This had the effect of drawing the attention of several of the other bored students around her, all of whom looked her way, some taking a quick curious glance, while others stared for what could be considered an inappropriate amount of time, their eyes glued to any of the sexually enticing aspects she possessed. Isabella welcomed the ogling, using it as a chance to scope out a potential new hookup, someone she could take home once she was done here.

Doing her own ocular roaming, Isabella scanned the onlookers who hadn't noticed her noticing them. She could tell from no small amount of practice who was peering at her with interest and who was just looking because they were bored or had an objective curiosity about futa; most of the people currently paying attention to her and not the professor fell into the latter group, but there was one individual in particular that she could instinctively tell wanted her bad. A young guy about her age was gawking at her open-mouthed, his cheeks flush, his hands folded in his lap like he was trying to hide something - and he hadn't even discerned that she had caught him yet! The more Isabella studied him, the more she liked what she saw.

He was a cutie for sure, but not in the way regular women would be attracted to. Slender, short, kind of mousey - traits people usually looked for in a girl and not a grown man. But Isabella liked her partners, male or female, to be smaller than she was, which wasn't hard considering her height and build. She could tell that, even though he was sitting down, that his ass was nice and bubbly, the legs of jeans slim at his calves but suddenly ballooning in width about halfway up his thighs. The rest of his body wasn't hard on the eyes either, and he had a cute, gentle face that was partially-framed by straight blonde hair that ended right below his ears; in summation, exactly her type! Smiling at this sudden, possible change in direction of what was an otherwise boring day, Isabella began her best attempts at seduction.

Her hand was already on her cock which got the first step out of the way. Instead of gently patting and touching it, however, she grabbed it roughly like she was planning on tearing it out of her jeans, flattening the denim around it, accentuating its girth. Then, she rolled her fingers along it, moving towards the tip by her knees where her flared glans could be seen prominently, back down to the base, showing that it was all connected. Isabella did this several times, pausing in between casual strokes to grab at her crotch, lifting her hidden, huge orbs into view, letting them press into the fabric of her pants the same as her dick. She repeated this manhandling of her genitalia over and over again, thoughts of the lesson she was being taught absent from her brain, her entire focus on the young man she wanted to take home with her.

Her plan was going perfectly.

The young man's eyes were bulging out of his sockets, so wide open that they looked like they might fall out at the slightest provocation. His body was completely turned in his chair, studying Isabella like she was the one teaching the class. Every sign from before that he was aroused by the sight of her was enhanced, his face completely scarlet, his breathing heavy, his hands actively fiddling against the crotch of his jeans - Isabella had him hook, line, and sinker! She waited patiently for him to realize she was watching his ogling, the smile on her face growing longer and longer; she couldn't wait to see his reaction when he found he had been caught being a pervert!

It didn't take much longer for him to catch on as it turned out, his eyes eventually wandering up the rest of her alluring physique and ending on her face. He stared into her smirking features, stunned, before coughing and turning back in his seat quickly, his head drooping towards his desk. Isabella could see him start to shake, his expression one of bewilderment, like he couldn't believe he'd been caught being such an obvious pervert. She continued to stare at him for a few minutes longer, waiting to see if he'd look over again; when he stayed completely still, too petrified by embarrassment to move, she turned her body to face the professor again - though she still wasn't paying attention. The minutes went by slowly, the young futa practically counting each second, her focus on the clock at the front of the room and not the old woman below it.

After several eternities, the professor dismissed the class.

Grabbing her textbook - the only thing she'd brought with her - Isabella waited to see what her ashamed admirer was going to do next. She watched as he put his school supplies into a backpack and shouldered it, stood up hastily and then made a beeline towards the door, his eyes darting back and forth rapidly through the entire process. Once she was out of his line of sight she bolted up herself and power walked towards him. Keeping pace behind the young man, she watched his ass jiggle back and forth in his jeans, providing her enticing imagery to ogle while she waited for the perfect moment to put the rest of her plan back into action; as soon as they were out in the open, the sun shining high in the sky above them, she made her move, having hyped herself up enough during the casual stalking, shaking off any hesitation holding her back. In the middle of one of the walkways that bisected two fields of grass littered with chatting students, Isabella hopped forward and slung her free-arm over his shoulder, causing him to yelp in surprise.

"Hey cutie," she greeted him cheerily, pulling his head closer to her bouncing breasts, "what's your name?"

The young man looked up at her face in awe.

"Oh uh, hey," he stammered, not sure what was going on, "I'm uh, my name is Doug."

"Doug! Cute name for a cute guy! I'm Isabella - nice to meet you."

"Uh thanks? And, um yeah, nice to meet you too..."

"So Doug," she started walking them towards the parking lot, having previously stopped him in his tracks with her sudden introduction, "what are you up to? Got any more classes left today?"

"Uh, um, no I don't. I-I was actually about to go home!"

"What a coincidence! I was too! And man let me tell you, I couldn't be happier about it, that class is such a fuckin' bore."

Doug chuckled, visibly lightening up at her comment.

"Yeah it is! Mrs. Colletti isn't really a good teacher."

"Mhm, and it's so easy to get distracted," Isabella tried not to let her voice take on too strongly of a teasing tone, "Wouldn't you agree?"

"Oh um, yeah," that same blush from before returned to his cheeks, "it's not really an interesting class.

"That's for sure!" the futa laughed loudly, flexing her bare bicep against Doug's neck, "So Doug. I'm not doing anything right now, and you aren't doing anything right now, and since we're friends now, wanna hang out?"

"Hang out?" surprise was very visible on his face, but a good kind of surprise accentuated with a wide smile, "Um sure? Did you wanna grab a bite to eat or something?"

"Hmmm nah, not really hungry. I was thinking we could go back to my place and chill. My parents won't be home till later, so we'd have the whole house to ourselves!"

"Your house...?" Doug seemed a bit confused by her proposition, being invited so casually like that from such a beauty the last thing he'd expected when he'd woken up in the morning, "Um yeah. T-That's cool. Yeah I'd be uh, down."

"Yeah? Nice. We can take my car!"

Isabella led the young man through the campus, still keeping her arm around his neck. They made small take as they went, looking like a normal pair of friends or a couple to any potentially curious onlookers who didn't understand what was really going; Isabella didn't consider Doug prey really, but she loved the thrill of finding a new partner, the hunt, a reason she wasn't in a committed relationship in the first place - and if all it led to was making a friend, she couldn't really complain about that either. She did wonder if the person she was hugging towards her chest knew of her impure intentions, but whether he did or not wasn't much of a concern to her in the long run - he would have fun in the end, after all. After walking for several minutes, they reached the parking lot, and Isabella guided him further through rows of vehicles until she found her own.

"Here she is!" Isabella announced, detaching from Doug and walking around the almost 20 year old car towards the driver side door, "Kind of a piece of shit but she gets the job done."

"It's nice," Doug complimented, eyeing the black, compact-class vehicle as he waited for her to unlock the doors, "I always have to borrow my parents when I want to go out."

"Oh yeah? How were you gonna get home?"

"I walk usually - I live pretty close."

"Cool." Isabella clicked the button on her keyfob, the car beeping in response. Hopping in her choice of transportation, she fell into the seat and tossed her textbook into the backseat that was messily covered in papers, wrappers, and other miscellaneous dreck. Doug waited a moment out of politeness before getting in himself, setting his backpack on his lap. After putting the key in the ignition, the youthful futa fiddled with the dashboard, turning on the sound system and pumping cold air through the interior. Sitting back in her seat, she let the car cool down first while muted punk music emanated quietly from the speakers; Doug fastened his seatbelt and waited quietly, feeling out of place in a person who was virtually a stranger's car.

"God damn it's always so fuckin' hot here, ya know?"

Doug couldn't help but admire Isabella's body as she fanned herself and pulled at her loose shirt. She might've been the most fit woman - or futanari, he guessed - that he had ever seen. Her tan skin shone in the light piercing through the windshield, the attractive layer of muscle she possessed accentuated by the glow. He had felt her strong bicep on his neck when they walked, and in class he got a quick glimpse of the toned stomach hidden under her top, confirming the strength he'd been gawking at. Despite having a more muscular physique, her breasts were quite large, and Doug found himself wondering if she had gone braless with the way the huge mounds jostled against the dark fabric. Isabella had sharp features as well, thin lips and a pointed nose, along with a pair of seductive eyes that were half-lidded in her relaxed state. God she was hot!

"Oh yeah, uh," Doug finally replied, realizing he'd hadn't said anything for more than a minute, "it feels like the sun never goes down!"

"Exactly, its practically torture!" Isabella laughed and put her hands on the steering wheel, "Alright lets get the fuck outta here!"

The car screeched from its spot as the futa threw it into the reverse, Doug's body jerking from the hasty exit. Tossing the stick into drive, she drove just as quickly out of the parking lot, seemingly giving little care for the speed limit laws. Pulling into the street, the small vehicle swerved as it turned, and the young man instinctively gripped the handle on the passenger's door, holding on for dear life; Isabella drove like a madwoman! Once she entered the main streets, however, her driving skills took a turn for the better, showing she was capable of obeying the laws of the road, though she did continue to throw caution to the wind as she zig-zagged through the traffic. Neither said anything for several minutes, only the growl of the engine and the low-volume, raucous music filling the car. It was only once the ride had begun to go smoothly that Doug finally managed to muster the courage to ask the question that had been racing through his brain since he'd first seen Isabella at the start of the semester.

"Uh, Isabella? Can I ask you a question?"

"Be my guest."

She side-eyed him as she stared at her, his head taking a momentary turn to look at her crotch before he spoke again.

"Uh, are you... I mean, well, are you a futanari?"

"I am!" she laughed, having been expecting this exact line of inquiry, "Why, is that a problem?"

"No! No, um, not at all. I've just never met one before - at least I don't think I have!"

"I have heard we're pretty rare, though I've never really thought so."

"Oh? Why is that?"

"Well you see, everyone in my family is a futa."

She wasn't lying.

The most unique thing about Isabella, even rarer than being a futanari - a sex that made up not even a single percentage of the world population - was that her whole family was comprised of them. At least her immediate family was, she wasn't sure about the rest. Her younger sister, who had just recently graduated highschool, and both of her moms, as they preferred to be called, were all, as far as Isabella knew, fellow futa. This was incredibly uncommon due to the fact that the 'Futanari Gene' as scientists called it, didn't seem to be passed down through bloodlines but was more akin to a random mutation that could strike anyone during conception. Isabella was more informed than most about this subject considering that all her life doctors and foundations had paid her family considerable amounts of money in order to study them clinically.

As far back as she could remember, maybe even before she was born, she had been in and out of labs and hospitals for tests - with her parents consent, of course. Usually a couple times a year - although that had increased for a time after her sister was born - the whole family would go and have their blood taken, get physicals, etcetera etcetera... and then leave with a generous check in her moms' hands. From what they were told, futanari births were a one-in-a-million occurrence, if that, and having two kids born to futa parents was virtually unheard of, even one futa child not being guaranteed even remotely; as far as Isabel knew, they might have been the only family like this in the world!

"Wait, your whole family?" Doug sounded genuinely flabbergasted, like she had just revealed the existence of extraterrestrials to him, "I didn't know that was even possible!"