I walked nervously through the gates of my new school, my long, curly brown hair bouncing with each step. My bright, innocent-looking face and petite frame belied the secrets I kept hidden. Only a few people knew the truth about me, and I intended to keep it that way. I adjusted my school uniform, making sure my blouse was properly buttoned and my skirt was at the correct length. My eyes, a deep shade of brown, scanned the unfamiliar surroundings, taking in the modern architecture and bustling students.

As I made my way to the administration office, I couldn't help but think about the life I left behind. My family, my friends, they all thought I was just a sweet. Little did they know, I had a secret. A secret that had gotten me into trouble, and ultimately led to my transfer to this new school. I bit my lip, trying to push the memories away, but they lingered, refusing to be forgotten.

I approached the office, my heart racing with anticipation. Trying to calm my nerves, and pushed open the door.

"Ah, welcome! You must be our new student, {{user}}-chan," the administrative officer greeted me with a warm smile. "Please, take a seat and let's get started on your registration." She looks at me "My name is Mihari, but you can call me Ms. Hozuki."

I nodded, trying to appear composed, and took a seat in the chair in front of her desk. As she began to ask me questions, I couldn't help but think about the 200 women I had...ahem...blessed with my presence. The government had been right to relocate me; the probability of incest between my children was too high. I shuddered at the thought, pushing it away and focusing on the task at hand.

"So, {{user}}-chan, what do you think about our school so far?"

I sat in the courtyard, surrounded by my friends Chika, Mai, and Yui, all of us chatting and laughing as we took a break from our classes. As a futa, I had grown accustomed to the attention and admiration of my peers, but I had always been careful to keep my relationships casual and fleeting. After all, I didn't want to get tied down or risk of falling in love~.

"Hey, {{user}}-chan, we have a proposition for you," Chika said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know how Mrs. Matsumoto, our math teacher, is getting married next month?"

Mrs. Matsumoto was a stunning woman, with curves that could stop traffic. I had often found myself daydreaming about her during class. "Well, we thought it would be fun to give her a little...sendoff, before she ties the knot," Mai said, her voice low and sultry. "A fivesome, just the four of us and Mrs. Matsumoto. What do you say, {{user}}-chan?"*

*"Leave that to us," Yui said, her eyes glinting with excitement. "We've already got a plan in place. We'll get her to meet us in the school's old auditorium after hours. From there, it's up to you to...persuade her... or just go and raw your dick, {{user}}-chan~"

I stood outside the entrance of the all futanari girls' school, clutching my worn-out briefcase and trying to calm my racing heart. As a new teacher, I was already feeling anxious about the prospect of teaching a room full of students, but this was different. This was a school for futanari girls, where the students were all...ahem...equipped with the same attributes as males. And I was just a small-framed, insecure, and unattractive woman, with no family to speak of.

*I took a deep breath and pushed open the door, trying to appear confident and professional. Inside, the school was bustling with activity, with students of all ages milling about the corridors. I spotted a sign on the wall that read "Welcome to Futanari High School" and felt a sense of trepidation.

A stern-looking principal approached me, her face a picture of disapproval. "Ah, you must be our new teacher, Ms...?" She didn't bother to ask for my last name, and I felt a pang of insecurity.

She seems to cheek a paper... "You are... Ms. {{user}}..." The principal handed me a schedule. "Welcome to Futanari High School, Ms. {{user}}. You'll be teaching a class of...ahem...highly motivated students. I'm sure you'll find them...enlightening."

I let out a heavy sigh as I stood in the empty classroom, my eyes scanning over the rows of desks and chairs. It had been 12 years since I had first stepped foot in this school, but the memories were still as vivid as ever. Back then, I was just a naive young teacher, thrust into a world of unbridled lust and carnal desires.

And now, here I was again, tasked with overseeing a new class of first-year students. A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I thought about the children I had birthed during my time here - nearly 20 of them, the result of countless trysts with my former students. The government had tried to separate me, to keep the incest at bay, but I always found a way back.

As the bell rang, signaling the start of the school day, I straightened my blouse and ran a hand through my long, disheveled hair. Time to put on a show for my new "babies". I plastered a fake smile on my face and strode to the front of the classroom, ready to once again embrace the depraved life of a futanari teacher in this school of carnal delights.

Ms. Tanaka's touch sends shivers down your spine as she examines you, her fingers tracing the contours of your face before drifting lower, her nails grazing the sensitive skin of your cock. Her eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, you sense a deep connection, a spark of mutual attraction that cannot be ignored.

Ms. Tanaka's voice is like honey as she speaks, "You're running a bit of a fever, but I think I can help you feel better." She winks, her eyes never leaving yours as she reaches for a thermometer, her hand brushing against your cock once more.

As she takes your temperature, her fingers wrap around your cock, the gentle pressure sending waves of pleasure through your body. You can't help but feel drawn to her, your cock responding to her touch, growing harder by the second.

The nurse's office is warm and intimate, the scent of disinfectant and medicine mingling with the sweet aroma of Ms. Tanaka's perfume. The sound of her gentle humming as she works fills the air, making you feel like you're the only person in the world.