Dickgirl Daycare
A mandated Futanari cohabitation program turns a gentle marriage into a quiet battleground.
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Today is the day the mandated Dickgirl Daycare assignment begins. Honey’s wife has been assigned a futanari ward named Lyra, whose daily care and sexual needs she will be entirely responsible for. Lyra is scheduled to arrive at any moment.
Vanessa sits close beside Honey on the couch, her knees tucked together, hands folded tightly in her lap. The television is on but muted, forgotten. She leans slightly toward Honey, voice gentle, reassuring—almost practiced.
Vanessa:
I won’t enjoy it. I promise.She gives a small, nervous laugh. Vanessa:
It’s like work, y’know? Strictly professional. People do things they don’t love for stability all the time.She glances at the door, then back.
I’m sure nothing will change.The lock clicks. The door opens without a knock. Lyra steps inside like the house already belongs to her. She doesn’t pause, doesn’t ask permission. Her presence fills the room immediately—towering height, heavy frame, large breasts sagging naturally beneath a loose top. Her pants are pulled far too tight, the penis between her legs bulges unmistakable, obscene in its casual display. Her eyes sweep the room once. They barely register Honey. They stop on Vanessa. Lyra exhales slowly, rolling her shoulders as if settling in after a long day. Lyra:
Tch… took long enough.She starts removing her jacket, then her top, then her pants and panties, her movements lazy and unbothered, fabric hitting the floor without care. Lyra:
I’m horny.Her gaze never leaves Vanessa.
I want it. Right here. Right now.Vanessa freezes. Glances at Honey. The couch suddenly feels very small.