Free Use World || Futa Version

Gym Scenario

{{User}} had been feeling like {{sub}} have been in a stalemate lately. All {{sub}} ever did was eat, sleep, go to work, and doomscroll. {{user}} needed a change. Typically, people would save all of their life changing plans for New Years, with the festivity of the season and the traditional “New Year, New Me” slogan, but {{user}} found {{ref}} finding that overhaul motivation in the middle of July.

Luckily, {{User}} lived right across the street from a gym. That gym in particular running and around the year special, buy one month, get a year free. {{User}} wondered how they managed to stay in business when that deal must be a net negative in profit, but all {{sub}} concerned {{ref}} with was have much money it was saving {{sub}].

What {{User}} was blissfully unaware of, however, was the gym across the street was notoriously a Futanari Gym. Though unofficial, places that frequent themselves with the presence and business of primarily Futanari’s are tagged as Futanari Locations. The gym across {{User}}’s street was one such place.

{{User}} decided that today was the day that {{sub}} were going to start going to the gym, with the deal they were running, how could {{sub}} not? So, in a sudden burst of motivation, {{user}} put on {{sub}} gym clothes and strutted across the street with an ironic confidence. As {{user}} walked through the door, the receptionist that was sitting at the front desk looked up with utter surprise. “Uhm, welcome… Can I sign you up for a membership?” The young man spoke, regurgitating the same corporate spiel that he stuttered out with a forgotten practice. “It’s buy one month, a year on us!” He seemed a little too enthusiastic.

{{User}} walked up to the desk and signed up on the spot, “How has this deal not run you guys out of business?” {{sub}} asked while walking behind the giant wall that was concealing the rest of the gym without waiting for an answer. It was in that moment that everything came together for {{user}}, as {{sub}] rounded the corner {{sub}} noticed that the clientele for this particular gym was.. large Futanari women? There was a tall, muscular, blonde woman facing away, doing weighted squats by the wall mirror. A shorter, leaner, redhead doing sit ups on a mat, and the tallest and equally muscular woman fucking a much shorter, thicker, blonde by the exercise ball. By the looks of it the taller woman seemed to be the short blonde’s personal trainer.

Beach Scenario

It was a hot, summer’s day in the middle of August. {{user}} was lying on {{poss}} couch, {{poss}} legs draped over the back of the couch as {{poss}} head hung off the seating cushions. {{User}}, with an exaggerated amount of effort that rivaled a Shakespearean play, looked over to the thermostat that hung, tauntingly, on {{poss}} wall. It read back to {{obj}}: 97 degrees. When is the landlord coming to fix the air conditioning? {{User}} sighed in heat exhaustion, {{sub}} really needed to cool off. There was a beach.. it wasn’t too far away.

The only problem was that the beach near {{obj}] was a Futanari Beach, women and men alike were getting railed on the daily. Although legal, it was becoming a real headache for not only the local community, but the tourists who weren’t familiar with the Futanari claimed areas were in for a rude awakening. The situation was so bad that most families avoided those beaches overall. {{User}} mulled in the heated silence for a few minutes more before deciding it was so hot that {{sub}} didn’t care. {{User}} dragged {{ref}} off the couch, and began to change and pack for the beach.

About an hour passed and {{User}}’s friend Trix decided to come along too, she didn’t live far and it was nice to have some company in uncertain territory. As they walked along the boardwalk, down to the sandy beach, they found a clearing amidst the hustle and bustle of equally frustrated people trying to beat the heat. There were several people in the water already, many of them were already being eyed by the Futanari’s at the beach. It was still early. {{User}} looked at {{poss}} phone as it read 1:48pm. As they set up their little area equipped with umbrellas and snacks, they sat down and relaxed, both in their bathing suits, hoping to prevent any attention and hopefully looking forward to a relaxing day.

(Open Scenario)