Stretched Deep by Authority Amazon: Scene 1

FutaNanobots

The calendar has reset to zero. A mysterious alien race has infected Earth with powerful Nanobots for their own inscrutable purposes — sex-altering, hormone-changing, instinct-moulding. Now, a third of Earth’s population is made up of a dominant third sex — Futanari — strong, athletic, beautiful, tall, and aggressive. They wear the bodies of Amazons. They wield sexual weaponry that no man could hope to match. And they are seized by an insatiable desire to dominate and multiply.

With the RNA-altering FutaNanobots laced in their essence, neither females nor males can escape that insatiable lust. We are their objects of allure, the chalice of their seed, we are precious creatures to be protected… and we are toys to be enjoyed.

A new world order is upon us. One in which Futanari lead and the more submissive sexes follow — sometimes shyly, sometimes needing persuasion, but in the end, always satisfied.

This is the way things are.

This is the world of FutaNanobots

Now, strip down, and sit down, little sub.

Your Mistress will be with you soon.

Current Year: 599 AGB

Current Era: Super Seed (The Fourth Era)

Scene 1

“News just in. A major explosion has rocked downtown Central Business District as the proud and erect forces of Hero HQ face off against NONCON, widely believed to be the most dangerous villain league in all of of New Futalia.”

Adrian took a deep, steadying breath as he stared at himself in the bedroom mirror, fitfully playing with the overlapping hems and seems of his nearly new superhero suit, making sure the tight fabric still lay correctly over his male curves, such as they were. He knew it did and he knew Futa loved the way he looked in the suit. He’d already had more than one cat call.

A taxi drone passed over head, making the glass in his windows rattle until the VTVL had passed away.

Adrain took another breath. Really he was just distracting himself from going out again. Tonight would be only his third jaunt into the city as a new super on the city’s super scene and if he thought the nerves would have gone down by now, he’d been wrong. Being a handsome young man jumping into a Futa dominated world was kinda scary.

“A representative from Hero HQ urged citizens to divert journeys they may have away from the area and only make journeys that are absolutely necessary,” the female news anchor on the TV continued. And she was female. It was usually quite easy to tell females apart from Futa. Futa tended to be much taller, with much wider hips, and meaty legs. They were also a lot more aggressive. They stood with confidence. Their very aurar seemed to take up more space. Of course, the obvious tell was the bulging package that nestled between those meaty legs, but not all Futa advertised their size down there. Only most of them.

Adrian bit his lip as he remembered some of the close calls he’d had with Futa over the years, starting in middle school and continuing right up to today. Teenage Futa were always trying to get into boys’ shorts and his had been no exception.

Unlike many of his classmates, he’d begged off riding the breeding bobsled all throughout his time at school and even through the first year of college before he’d put the whole thing on pause so he could make enough money to live. Many young men in his situation would have just found an older Futa to support them, but Adrian wanted his first time to be special. He didn’t want to give his virginity to just anyone.

If he was being honest, he also had a mild case of Futa Phobia. Not because he didn’t like the dominant third sex, he was a healthy male after all, but rather the idea of taking a full foot or more of Futa meat was scary. And letting her cum inside him, even more so.

But it was also a right of passage that basically all males went through. Adrian had no delusions that he would be any different. He just hoped she would be someone who respected him. Even loved him. He breathed out heavily. Maybe he was just a massive romantic.

Adrian turned towards the window, and in doing so, his gaze fell on the poster he’d had pinned up for years now — ever since he’d been a schoolboy in shorts.

Authority Amazon was now one of the most famous super heroes in the city, but back when he’d bought the poster, she’d been the new Futa on the super powered block. Since then, she’d risen high, saving the city more than once, and now even commanded the respect of many of the city’s villains.

Adrian would be lying if he said he hadn’t had a bit of a teenage crush on the heroine. The poster showed the statuesque goddess standing tall with her powerful legs spread and her hands on her hips in the classic hero pose. Large breasts, wide hips, flowing blonde hair, full lips, piercing blue eyes – she could make any boy blush with just a smile. But it was the bulge at her crotch that inevitably drew the most stares of boys and girls alike. The super suite did absolutely nothing to hide it and Adrian had more than once rubbed his little dick to orgasm while dreaming of that cock.

Of course, in his dreams, she was kind and gentle, and didn’t push him faster than he could handle. Futa in real life were hardly ever like that, at least not at first.

When he’d asked his Futa sister why, she’d shrugged before replied with, “Fresh boi pussy deserves to get stuffed and pounded,“ before cheerfully slapping him on the butt and telling him not to worry because his turn to get seeded would surely come soon enough.

Adrian had retreated before she could get any funny ideas about that.

That was before he’d gotten his power.

Stopping by the window, the new hero slipped on some accessories — wall climbing gadgets for his hands and feet, a repelling belt around his waist and ass cheeks.

Many heroes considered such things as cheating—that needing gadgets to augment your primary superpower was a sign of weakness—but Adrian had no illusion about the kind of world he was jumping into. The super scene was tough for Futa, let alone a young male trying to make it on his own. He had no intention of becoming the damsel in distress if he ran up against a villain he couldn’t handle and had prepped several exit plans accordingly. He also reflected that the same heroes who considered gadgets cheating probably also thought boys shouldn’t be masking up in the first place.

The window slid open. Cool evening air washed into the room, brushing against his skin. The sound of the street below intensified. Cars idling, people talking, sirens wailing in the distance. The sun was starting to set, staining the sky rich reds and oranges. Soon it would be dark enough for him to leave by the window without being noticed.

Adrian breathed in deeply.

Some might ask why he was masking up at all? After all, he was a cute young male in the prime of his youth. If romance was more important to him than playing around, then surely it should be bell bottoms and flared jackets for a nice candle-lit dinner date on the town, not skin-tight spandex for a grimy back-alley date with some thug — one who didn’t understand that no meant no, and not, “Please tug my boy short panties down and shove your gigantic Futa cock up my butt.”

And that right there was his answer, wasn’t it? He couldn’t just do nothing. Not when he’d been one of the rare few who’d be granted a power. It had only been a few decades since people had started to climax—what people called it when someone received powers—and already the world was looking like something out of a comic book. He had a duty to do his part to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves. Especially females and other males.

“Yes? Yes! Thank you for your patience viewers, our reporter at the Central Business District has just confirmed that the confrontation between NONCON and Hero HQ has now resolved with a minor win in favour of Hero HQ, culminating in a dramatic exchange between local favourite Authority Amazon and her arch nemesis, No-Nut-Nun — resulting in No-Nut being driven off. There was no pursuit. What NONCON was doing in the CBD is still uncertain, but we’ll be sure to keep you updated as the situation develops. Damage is being reported as medium.” She turned to a male news anchor, “Exciting stuff, as usual. What do you think, Graham? What’s NONCON’s game here?”

“Well, Meldoy, we really can’t be sure,” Graham replied. “The only thing we can know for certain is that when we do have more information about NONCON’s motivations then the situation will become a lot clearer—”

The television minimized back to the home screen.

Adrian put the remote down before cracking his knuckles and turned back to the open window. The sun had just fallen below the artificial horizon of concrete and steel, casting a long shadow over his apartment block.

He rolled his mask down over his face, coloured in powered blue with white accents, just like the rest of his suit. There were tinted goggles for his eyes and a specially designed opening around his mouth—unusual for this style of suit, but a necessary accommodation for his primary attack.

He climbed up onto the open window and swung himself up and onto the wall leading up to the roof.

It was time for The Breathtaking Blueboy to go out on patrol.

… and no he hadn’t chosen the name.

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