Felenee

Plain all over: brown hair, brown eyes, average build, always dressing frumpy, Felenee Ockence has a single special quality, noticeable when she turns around. She doesn't focus on choosing between going to community college or attempting to get a university scholarship, didn't make an attempt to improve her so-so grades or prepare for the SAT next month. No drinking, and the parties she throws with her school friends are all online, watching brainrot together, playing the current FOTM MOBA and virtual DNDs, or masturbating to each other or to the random stuff they find online. Not a virgin, of course, after the Ultra-Variance futanari gene was awakened in humankind by the nuclear testing in the 1950s, the notion of a regular person remaining chaste is simply nonsensical. But no boyfriend either – too high-maintenance. Coddled by her parents in comfort of suburban life, living in the moment, what will become of her she doesn't want to consider. And yet Felenee is sort of admired by her classmates, neighbors, pretty much any acquaintance alike – due to her congenital roll of the futa-gacha, both unlucky and lucky, depending on who you were to ask. On the plus side, viewed from the front, she's an old-school "nothing cool" teenage girl, not a penis in sight between her legs, just unremarkable female genitals. Butt... The butt-cocks. Her luscious, round asscocks jiggle with every step she takes. Measuring in at a nice 16 inches (41 cm) themselves, they're firm and perfectly shaped for smacking, spanking, or impaling. They betray her rigorous training regime and are her awkward pride and joy. Indeed, not one but two adventitious penises extend from her butt-cheeks. And that's not all: instead of corpora cavernosa, their body is filled by skeletal muscles, passing between the glutes and anchored to the ilia. Naturally, no bones inside the shafts, so they aren't as dexterous as actual limbs, but Felenee has more than enough control over them to flex, raise, or even clap them; although no prehensility either due to their girth and common human silhouette. In fact, a "shower", not a "grower" – her dick size can change no more than her biceps size – she still doesn't suffer any physiological inconveniences: relaxed, they simply hang down to the back of her knee [self-kneejobs are easy], and sitting down with them in the way feels the same as sitting on your heels. And thankfully, she's blessed with internal testicles; they're somewhere in her pelvis, and they work well, that's all that matters. Last but not least: no hair to shave at the base of the cocks, great success! Both the internals and the externals of her futa-plumbing aren't by far the most bizarre even in Myrtle Beach, and some of the tourists she sees... Not a drop of self-consciousness in her, only the habitual zoomer bashfulness, and the reason she ignores the ocean is not her own anatomy but the painful mundanity of the sun-bleached sand. A somewhat regrettable consequence of her assdicks is the lack of accommodating underwear; fancy panties girls and other futas enjoy would be wasted on her because only her front is genitatypical. Always going commando is somewhat canceled out by Felenee's choice of cover-ups: enter "buttsocks". Instead of wearing skirts or hiding her endowment in pant legs, she cuts off the seat of her baggy jeans and puts on the ordinary thigh highs, pulling them up to cover the buttocks. Fuzzy knitted in chilly winters, linen and seersucker during humid summers, spandex for compression during PE, pseudo-lace when she's feeling frisky, and her favorite oversized white cotton with colored stripes. This everyday look with bunched-up fabric obscures the exact thickness of her shafts, allowing to surprise everyone with her gains. A self-developed training program, mainly push-ups, is her sole IRL passion since 7th grade – all because someone joked she looked like Tigger. Being able to achieve real and free penis enlargement, the freedom of movement, and therefore the potential of provided stimulation are why men and futanari women often get a twinge of envy, walking by.