The Futanari Ailment

Morning came, and IF stretched languidly in her bed as she listened to the city awakening through the walls of her apartment. She felt great. Unlike yesterday, she didn’t wake up with any erection, despite her cock being twice its original size, and she did not feel the urge to cum right away. So she got to work. Cleaning her apartment was first on her list, and she threw out all the tissues that had littered her place and even had time to finally take a shower. Yesterday was such a blur to her, she did not really have time to think about what to do when her lustful actions finally caught up to her, and they did, in the form of a knock on her apartment door.

“Who is it?~” Chimed IF, as she opened the door. On the other side was Compa.

“Where have you been Iffy? I’ve been calling all nine of your phones since yesterday?” Compa’s voice was laden with worry, and her expression was uncharacteristically frustrated.

“Oh…” IF said, looking toward her belt that housed all her phones on her dresser. The belt normally adorned her trench coat, but she had been all over the place since she was first bit by that Dogoo Man in Virtua Forest. “I’ve been sick, and I think I forgot to charge them.”

IF lied.

“Sick, but you still had time to wander off last evening.” Compa pouted, her fists on her hips as she scolded the green eyed beauty. But the pout faded, she was just happy to see IF well again, but her worries were not gone, “If you’re feeling well now, I need you to come to the Basilicom. Something has happened to Histy.”

“Histoire?” It was IF’s turn to look worried now. The mention of the Oracle’s name flooded her head with a series of flashbacks that involved her using Histy as a cocksleeve on her newly acquired dick. Luckily, at only four inches length when erect, IF’s shorts did a good job at concealing her new genitalia with ease. One thing was for sure, IF had to play this safe. Last she saw, Histoire was broken, and Compa does not seem to know anymore than that something happened, “What happened to Histoire?”

“We don’t know yet, and there’s no security footage of what may have happened. Just come with me to the Basilicom. I’ll explain more on the way.”

“Got it!” IF grabbed her coat and belt of mysteriously charged phones and walked out with Compa.

On the way, Compa explained how Neptune, Nepgear and her were looking for the Oracle when they found her broken and bleeding inside an exam room. There was no indication of who her attacker might be, and Histoire had been unconscious. She had yet to wake still. Apparently, Lady Noire had Kei Jinguji fly over to Planeptune overnight to examine the broken tome. When they arrived at the Basilicom, IF entered a different exam room than the one she assaulted Histoire in. Inside was Kei and Nepgear. It was IF’s first time seeing Histoire since the incident, and to her surprise felt relieved by how broken Histoire seemed. Histoire’s torso seemed a little more like jelly than it should have, and her eyes were flooded white. Otherwise, she seemed cleaned up from last night.

“This is dumb!” Kei slammed a set of tools on the table on either side of Histoire’s limp body. Kei wore a lit visor with magnifying lenses. “I’m an Oracle not a Technician!”

Nepgear sighed from Kei’s twentieth outburst. Kei would vent a little about why Histoire’s well-being was not at all beneficial to Lastation for a little a while before getting back to work. The Lastation Oracle caring more than she perhaps wanted to appear.

“When will she be able to wake up?” IF asked nervously, but then tried to sound more like herself, “Will she remember anything?”

“Not likely,” Replied Nepgear as Kei continued to work, “It seems she was running a pretty resource heavy database query when the attack happened, so she may not remember anything that happened. Who would do such a thing though? Gamindustri is at peace. Right?”

“Right-o!” Neptune barged in, “My cute little Histy has endured more than this. I’ve managed to call Plutia via a transdimensional computer that Histoire made sometime ago. Mini Histy has said she has a 3.5 inch floppy drive that can help reset Histy.”

“Really? That’s great news…” IF tried to sound ecstatic.

“I can’t leave Histy’s side though. So I need you to go.”

“Me?” IF was confused.

“Well, yeah. I’m the protagonist. As long as I’m near Histy she has plot armor. Kei, Compa, and Nep Jr all have the technical know-how to act should her condition change. You’re the best person for this mission that’s readily available.”

“I-I see.” IF cleared her throat, already wondering how she could postpone the completion of the mission. “How do I get to the Ultradimension though?”

“From the warp room of course!”

With all that decided, IF made her way to the warp room of the Basilicom and transported herself to the Ultradimension. When she arrived, she was greeted by Plutia and…IF?

“Welcome to Planeptune, Iffy.” Yawned Plutia. “I’ll be going to sleep now. Iffy will show Iffy to the floppy room.”

Plutia departed from what was presumably her bedroom. IF just looked at herself. There was almost no differences. At least none that she could see right away. About the only change was the look of relief she could see in herself when Plutia walked away. Was her Ultradimension counterpart scared of Plutia?

“So…What’s a floppy?” IF asked herself to break the ice a bit.

“You don’t know what a floppy disk is? I was hoping I would be a little smarter in the Hyperdimension, but I suppose it makes sense given Nep’s carefree personality.”

“Tch!” That was it, IF was convinced she did not like her Ultradimension alter ego, “Lead the way.”

As IF led IF to the floppy room, IF could not help but look at herself from behind. Was she really so flat? At least her hips had a sway. Those thighs though. She could at least agree that those might be her best feature behind her bright green eyes and flowing brown hair. Looking at herself was bad, and she immediately regretted it. It was not long before she felt a familiar urge, and a stirring in her groin. The only question on her mind; was it rape if she was fucking herself?

“Here we are.” IF had led herself to the very deep depths of the basement of the UltraDimension Basilicom. Using a security card and a passcode she opened the steel door and let herself in. “Aisle three hundred item B-8 is our destination. Seems Histy kept a backup partition for her source code in case she ever needed it. She has no reason to believe that your Histy has a different source code.”

Was she really this nice before growing a dick? IF was not sure anymore. It had only been a couple days with her new body part, but she could easily see now that there was something it was changing chemically within her. As they approached aisle three hundred, IF got closer to herself, getting a good whiff of her doppelganger’s hair. “Makes sense to me. It was a pretty horrific assault. Even with this, she won’t be able to remember what happened.”

Once in the Aisle, Ultra-variant IF grabbed the floppy from the shelf and handed it to herself. “I thought nobody saw the attack?”

Hyper-Variant IF secured the floppy, “That’s correct. Only the perpetrator would know.”

There was a brief silence between them before the realization dawned on Ultra-variant IF. There was a quick gulp, and then a sudden engagement. Ultra-variant IF was trying to make for a quick escape, perhaps to get some guards of the Basilicom involved, but IF was not having none of that. She pounced on herself and immediately disarmed her dimensional clone. It was a challenging scuffle, but her Ultra-variant seemed a little less experienced in combat somehow, like if she was fighting her younger self. In any case, it was not long before IF had her copy pinned face first to the shelves of the large storage facility. The force of her being pinned making some other disks fall to the ground.

“Where are you going? Don’t you want to experience the details of what happened?” IF licked behind Ultra-variant’s ear, knowing it to be a sensitive spot on herself. “Let’s take this off first.”

IF began ripping the Coat of her Ultra-variant self, and tossed it to the floor. It was not long before she was working on the belt. “Was I always this cute?”

“Please! Don’t!” Ultra-variant’s plea was pointless, and her black shorts were pulled down along with her panties, keeping her legs bound with the cloth just above her boots.

“Look. I’ll make this quick and easy if you just stop struggling. You’re me, You have to understand I’m only doing this because I can’t hold back.” IF talking to her copy like she already knew there was a dick between her legs confused her even more. So she continued to struggle more. “’ You asked for it then. No foreplay.”

IF pulled down the zipper of her own black shorts and yanked her erect dick out. She lined herself up and forced herself into her perfect copy in one swift motion. Finally, her Ultra-variant understood, and the pain of her hymen ripping got her to scream. Or it would have, if Not for IF’s quick thinking to put her hand over her mouth. “Shh. I’m new at this too. I’ll make it quick!”

Tears just fell down the face of the IF being violated, while the modified IF began thrusting her hips awkwardly. For the first time she was feeling the sensation of fucking a pussy her own size. With blood from her Ultra-variant copy to lube her movements, she eventually caught the drift of the method, and her penetration became more controlled. It was intense, and she was beginning to sweat. All while IF was enjoying this, the other IF was not. The blood did not feel like lube to her, but like a rod of sand paper being shoved in and out of her tight pussy.

IF must’ve looked really aggressive as the minutes went by, she could feel the creases in her face from her expression. Eventually, it started feeling so good that she stopped using her hand to stop the screams entirely. She held her Ultra-variant by the waist as she continued her phallic invasion of her pussy. The guttural cries of her Ultra-variant, and the tears hitting the floor, were just amplifying the sensation of IF’s sexual bliss.

“Almost- There- Argh!” After several minutes, IF finally felt the climax approaching. She buried herself to the hilt inside her copy, and let the flood release. Just like her last bit of intercourse, with each pulse of her ejaculation, her dick and balls grew slightly, until her length was now six inches erect. Her balls proportionate. The sudden growth of her member made her copy involuntarily orgasm.

IF pulled her Ultra-variant off her dick and let her fall to the floor. Like before, it felt like she almost ripped the skin off her dick. “That was amazing. We have to do it again sometime. Our secret right?”

The Ultra-variant IF just shot her a look of disdain.

“Right? Neptune told me something that will put you on the bad side of Plutia. If you tell anyone, I won’t hesitate to point her wrath at you.”

IF’s threat had more impact than she imagined. The trauma on her counterpart’s face immediately evident. She tucked her legs into her chest and hugged them. “Our secret! I won’t tell!”

“…Good. I’ll just show myself back to the Hyperdimension then.” IF put her cock back in her shorts. She did not actually have any reason to get Plutia angry at her copy. But she was not going to let that info slip. IF walked out.

The IF on the floor felt the cum leaking out of her pussy, and was wondering how she could clean up before leaving the storage room.