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The Futa-Doctor Is IN! (Book 3 of "The Futa Infection")
The Futa-Doctor Is IN! (Book 3 of "The Futa Infection")
The Futa-Doctor Is IN! (Book 3 of "The Futa Infection")
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The Futa-Doctor Is IN! (Book 3 of "The Futa Infection")

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The Futa Infection is spreading. Caught in throes of futa-passion with her lovers, Danielle and Jackie, Dr. Sandra Lee wants nothing more than to be transformed into a futa as well! But if she gets what she desires, who will she please first? Her husband and his naughty fantasies? Or Mary, the sexy, innocent nun?

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“Christ.” Fourteen hours later, she slumped against the side of her locker in the staff room. “That was a hell of a shift.”

Mary nodded. Her eyes were closed, and she leaned her head back against the ratty old couch. “It’s been forever since I’ve had to do a caesarian. But Emily has a healthy baby. And her husband won’t be raising her alone.”

“God,” Sandra groaned. Why had she ever gotten into medicine? Why not something more relaxing, like bomb-disposal or junior-high science teacher? “They don’t pay me enough for this.” She looked down at her scrubs, spattered with flecks of blood. “Damn. I’ve got to clean up.”

Mary colored at her language, but nodded. “Me, too.” Levering herself to her feet, she looked in the mirror and sighed. “It’s amazing how much you want to scratch your nose at a time like that.”

Absently, Sandra walked towards the communal shower, put in for doctors who had to work double – and, at time, triple – shifts, taking off her clothes as she went, leaving Mary to undress alone. The younger woman was lovely, but also oddly shy, considering her profession, where she saw people naked almost every day.

Of course, there’s a difference between delivering a baby and getting naked in the shower.

Sighing, she stood under the hot water, letting it sluice the blood and sweat and worry away. Her eyes closed, she lathered her hair, rinsed, then reached for a bottle of body wash. A quick rinse, and she would be ready to call Todd and tell him she was on her way home. Maybe the girls would still be at their sleepover, and they could finally...

A choked gasp broke her concentration, and she opened her eyes, blinking them to clear them of the stinging suds. Mary was looking at her crotch, an expression of almost comical disbelief on her face.

“Um, Sandra?”

She swallowed. Oh. Yeah. Whoops.

“Can you tell me when you got a...a schlong?”

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Release dateSep 19, 2019
ISBN9780463743546
The Futa-Doctor Is IN! (Book 3 of "The Futa Infection")
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Alana Church

Born and raised in Illinois, Alana attended the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign, graduating with a degree in Education in 1994. She soon found out that the teaching life was not for her, and after a series of adventures has settled down in the Chicago suburbs, where she works for a telecommunications company.Alana lives alone, surrounded by books, pictures, a pile of story ideas, and a turtle named Pedro.

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    The Futa-Doctor Is IN! (Book 3 of "The Futa Infection") - Alana Church

    The Futa-Doctor Is IN!

    By Alana Church

    Artwork by Moira Nelligar

    Copyright 2019 Alana Church

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    ~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

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    I’m the meat in the futa-sandwich.

    Dr. Sandra Lee Rogers was rapidly losing the capacity for rational thought, but the words streaked through her mind like a meteor, blazing and bright.

    On the huge four-poster which dominated the bedroom in the old farmhouse, she knelt on all fours. In front of her was a woman she had met only a few weeks before. Jackie Sinclair was a tall, willowy blond, who, when standing, towered over Sandra by a good eight inches. But that didn’t matter much, since right now she was kneeling on the bed and Sandra was sucking her cock with greedy gulps which could only be called enthusiastic. Behind her was Danielle Pearson. Dark-haired, dark-eyed, and olive-skinned, her Mediterranean beauty was a lovely counterpoint to Jackie’s cornfed Midwestern looks. Sandra whimpered as the smaller woman gripped her hips in her hands, shoving her futa-cock deep within her dripping channel.

    It had all started so innocently. A month ago, Danielle had showed up unexpectedly at her office, nearly frantic with shock, and had haltingly explained that her new lover was a futa – blessed (or cursed) with both male and female genitalia.

    And somehow, she went on, her hands twisting together, that had been transferred to her. Danielle had woken that morning with a shiny-new penis between her legs, just above her pussy. Horrified, she had gone to Sandra, her gynecologist, for advice. Danielle had been perfectly happy with being Jackie’s girlfriend. In fact, she had been on the verge of moving in with her. Sucking her off and getting screwed by her had been as far as her kinky urges had driven her. Never in her wildest dreams or darkest fantasies had she desired a phallus of her own.

    Fate, it seemed, had other plans. Jackie had been celibate her entire life before Danielle had been caught in her orbit. But under the wiser woman’s influence, she had begun to come out of her self-imposed shell. Danielle explained how the taste of the futa-woman’s semen had transformed from a pleasant experience into a visceral need, almost an addiction. Something which could not be slaked or sated. Each time she had it she became hungrier for more.

    And then, incredibly, unbelievingly, Danielle had grown a futa-cock as well. Though it defied logic, science, and common sense, Sandra had her own hypothesis about how and why it had occurred. Somehow, some way, she believed, Jackie’s semen was contagious. Any woman who took it into her body, either through her mouth or other means, ran the risk of a futa infection.

    And Sandra was hoping like hell that her suspicions were true. For years, she and her husband Todd had made do with plastic and rubber substitutes for the true solution which Jackie’s infection held just out of reach, like an older girl tauntingly teasing her younger sister by holding a doll over her head. Her husband wasn’t gay, wasn’t even bisexual like herself. But a fantasy which he had confessed to her, long before they were married, was to be taken by a woman with a flesh-and-blood cock of her own. Todd wanted to be fucked up the ass by Sandra. Wanted to feel the sensation of a cock, a woman’s cock, sliding into him.

    Until recently, Sandra

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