The Waitress

There was a good reason why the security around Footie’s, the high end specialist sex club was as fierce as it was. Key behind the covert entrance and exit of the place was to stop anyone from bothering the girls until they were in the clear. Of course, the visitors to the club were always interested in the tall, beautiful, voluptuous girls with cocks. Futa’s in the flesh, as it were. And those futanari got offered serious amounts of money by rich business men to marry them or go with them. But, they never would, for some reason. The only way you could get yourself some action with a futa was to pay the entry free to Footies. 

And no one but the girls and their employer knew what lay behind the sex club in fact, beyond the meaty bouncers jealously guarding the entrance. And what they would find there would be the locker rooms, and changing rooms…and lots of naked people.

Men, and women amidst a bunch of futanari. Girls of all shapes and sizes, all of them tall, hung and astonishingly pretty, contrasted by naked men and women whom looked…quite frankly average. The proportions on each of the futa’s were massive, as if they’d walked out of a well made internet porno with no chest size smaller then D’s.

And in the midst of these people getting dressed and undressed sat Eva Walters. A girl in her mid twenties, with shoulder length blonde hair, b cup breast and a flat behind. Completely naked, she was fiddling on her phone, sending a co-worker an angry text. Next to her lay an empty heap of skin with a mop of raven-black hair hanging out

\\Where the hell are you at, we’re supposed to be on soon\\

//on my way, stupid traffic jam, 2 minutes//

\\ok. Don’t want to keep our customers waiting\\

//They’re willing to wait for Serenity Duprene trust me//

Eva nodded. She didn’t expect to take pride in this job as much as she had, but it really was one of the perks to see other people perk up at the sight of her. Fake her, that was…but at the same time, it was really her.

Finally, she could see Micheal, or Mike Suerez arrive. Like her, he was really quite average, like the average hispanic guy picked off the street with a short haircut and a nondescript t-shirt and pants combo. He walked through the room, quickly opening his locker and starting to undress while chucking his personal belongings inside. As if it was nothing, he got naked, pulling out his cock and chucking his pants off.

Eva glanced at his butt for a bit while he got the rest of his clothing off and turned around.

“Aight, I’m here. Let’s get started.” 

“Been waiting 15 minutes to. It just doesn’t work on it’s own.”

“You know…” Eva lifted up the pile of skin, revealing it to be a woman about her age, with her hair in a bob cut and ivory white skin. Even while limp and deflated her chest appeared to be a decent F cup followed up with a ridiculously thin waist that then widened out into thick, mature hips and one hell of an ass. And of course, a big erection, both in girth and length hanging from her crotch. This was Serenity Duprene, one of the top stars of Footie’s.

“I’d heard of this place before, but never in my wildest dreams did I think the futa’s at Footie’s were actually two people in a suit.” Eva glanced Serenity in the eye…though where her eyes would be were only holes that showed the dark inside of the skinsuit.

“I mean, it is truly ingenious.” Mike had a glint in his eyes and an excited smile to match it. “Think about it. Futanari have both male and female aspects. It’s ingenious though. Take the man’s dick, the woman’s breasts and voice, and fuse the rest into the form and you have a perfect, realistic woman with a dick.”

Eva glanced at him, not very impressed. “Yeah, I’ve worked here for a year or two, I know how it works.”

“Ah, right.” He giggled a bit sheepishly. Meanwhile Eva had already pulled down the zipper of the skinsuit and put both her feet inside. She stood up in front of the bench and turned around, with her lower half inside the cold but soft skinsuit. A lot of skin still hung around the legs as Serenity was quite a bit bigger, almost a head bigger then Eva. 

“Are you coming?”

“Ye ye, right here.” He got behind her and stepped one foot into the skinsuit. The skin didn’t seem to respond yet until he had taken his place, standing directly behind her, his hard dick pressed against her ass.

“Do you mind if I slip in?”

“Sure.” He pressed his tip against her anus and slipped in, while Eva let out a tiny moan. Working together they lifted the skinsuit’s crotch up against their own, and now the process got set in motion. The two sets of legs started merging into one, filling up the skinsuit. The two of them increased about 10 centimeters in length as Serenity’s long, athletic legs came into life. The oddest feeling however remained the fusion of their lower selves. First both of them became pressed together, their lower halves seemingly melting and reforming. Eva was struck by the sensation of her vaginal canal filling itself up and smoothening out followed by a whole different sensation coming into play. 

Meanwhile Mike could feel his dick seemingly expand, melt, and then be dragged forward, making contact with Serena’s much larger genitals and starting to fill them up. Slowly, the balls seemed to press outward, hairs on them seemingly stranding straight when she shaft slowly came to life. Veins formed alongside the skin all the way to the purple tip that started to leak cum.

Both of them could feel and control Serenity’s legs. From the waist down, they were one, and they shared all sensations. Eva held up the rest of the skinsuit with one hand while the other gently touched the massive rod standing upright. Mike smiled. He couldn’t feel her hand, but he could feel her stroking their cock. “I thought we were late.”

“Damn, yeah.” Eva let go of the pale cock and put one hand into the suit’s arm. Mike did the same, the two of them stretching out their arms. Mike reached behind them, slapping their own butt as a joke to tease Eva before pulling up the zipper. In one movement he pulled it all the way up to their necks. 

Now, the process took hold of their upper bodies, squeezing, melting, and gluing them together. The empty sacks in front of them started to fill out. Now it was Eva’s turn to have part of her dragged forward as her breasts started filling up Serena’s mounds until the thick nipples popped up. Their hands and arms simply turned to glue, going limp for a moment before Serena took control of her hands. 

Now, they were only split from their necks up, Mike’s head awkwardly hanging behind Eva’s on top of the futanari body. Hanging limply between their breasts was the mask with  a mess of hair squished in between their brand new cleavage.

“Ready?” Eva turned to look, but couldn’t really look Mike in the eye.”

“Always.”

Their hands reached for the mask, grabbing it by the back where the skin and hair split in half and pulled it wide. The mask of Serenity was stretched out over Eva’s face and then all the way back to MIke’s, both hands holding it in place until the two of them could feel the final section of the merge occur. Serenity’s disjointed , stretched out head closed up on the backside before starting to melt and merge down. 

Mike and Eva could suddenly feel each other’s thoughts, memories intermingling with personality. There was confusion, followed with a sense of unity, and finally  a decisive sense of self.

Serenity Duprene shook her head, glancing around her for a moment before her eyes fell on a mirror. A beautiful, amazonian futanari looked back. Her cock, fully erect, her tits, astonishingly big and her waist thin as could be. Like a real life version of 3d porn, basically impossible, and yet, she was standing there. 

Another futanari walked through her line of sight which brought her back to her senses. Next to the two lockers labelled Mike Suerez and Eva Walters was a third with the name Serenity Duprene on it. She opened up her locker and reached for her work uniform. Panties…with extra room in the front for a comfortable fit, followed by no bra but a white t-shirt that was quite tight and showed off her midriff completely. Finally, there was the iconic orange skirt that was just tight enough to clearly show off her flaccid bulge at all moments. 

“Perfect.” The voice was exactly the same as Eva, with no element of Mike’s in it. By practice, she lowered her voice an octave to make herself sound more “sensual”. She had started doing that on a whim and now couldn’t go back to talking to the customers in her regular voice. 

She did a final checkup of herself before getting her sneakers on and heading down to the floor to get to work. Tonight would be a night of fun and profit, and hopefully for her, she’d get lucky and get a submissive customer she could stick her meat into. Serenity Duprene, one of the stars of Footie’s, walked onto the dance floor past the bouncer. He watched her move past her, staring at her ass and tits shaking with every motion. His mind filled up with some naughty thoughts, but he pushed them away, not wishing to risk his job.  So close, yet so far. 

Not even the man standing outside the lockers rooms knew the truth.