Heya!!
This is a very special entry. Since I became an hentai artist, some people started to follow and supporting me, and specially, I thought I have an unpaid debt with fans and Futanari Obssesion. I'm a very grateful person, I give what I receive and that's why I did my Christmas Raffle and that's the reason behind this little tribute.
Futanari Obssesion Team have showed me an incredible support and it has been a pleasure for me doing this in return, it's an honour for me they support my art. Hope all you enjoy it because this is for you too, for The Phantom Futa fans. I have adapted this picture to different resolution sizes so you will be able to download it on futanariobsession.com as a wallpaper and enjoy it the whole day!
Also, I'd like to include a short story Elementrexx has written specially for this scene, hope you enjoy it as me!
“Six-hundred fifty-five.
Six-hundred…oooh…fifty-six. Uhhh…Shit….Six-hundred and fifty…fifty-seven…”
The Phantom Futa struggled to concentrate
on her counting and not the boiling heat in her groin or the aching sensitivity
of her shaft. She kept her gaze fixed upwards towards one of the overhead
lights. She made certain not to look down at her balls which were hugely
swollen with their thick creamy contents or her cock which was an alarming
shade of red and covered in bulging veins.
The nubile heroine had positioned herself
before a strange contraption that was bolted into the wooden floor of her
private workout room. Her body rested on a cushioned pad while her legs were
splayed wide apart to allow entry for a thick purple dildo. A compact but
powerful piston drove the dildo back and forth in a perfectly steady rhythm,
sliding in and out of her pussy with mechanical precision.
“Six-hundred…six-hundred fifty-eight.
Six-hundred fifty-nine…”
Once word had hit the streets that she
would be temporarily depowered after an orgasm, it seemed every supervillain
was doing something to take advantage of her superhuman sex drive. After the
latest near-miss with one of her enemies, she had decided it was time to work
towards eliminating her weakness.
“Six-hundred sixty-two…Six-hundred
sixty-three…”
Every twenty or so strokes, the piston
would push a little further and a little bit more of the dildo would slip past
her moist folds and into her channel. The change was so small as to be almost
imperceptible to the eye, but for the Phantom Futa’s hypersensitive pussy,
every millimeter felt like a whole foot.
“Six-hundred sixty-eight…Six-hundred
sixty-nine…Six-hundred seven-”
The Phantom Futa bit her lower lip and her
whole frame shuddered as she struggled to restrain herself. But all her
self-control crumbled before the immense pressure that was welling up in her
balls.
Finally she could hold out no longer.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” she screamed, raw
frustration and need thick in her voice. Her pussy clamped down hard on the
dildo with a moist squelch and the faint sound of crumpling plastic could be
heard as superhuman muscles crushed the plastic phallus.
There was a pair of sharp snaps as the
plastic bands around her cock tore apart. Freed of its restraints, her cock
spewed a torrent of jizz into the air. Her cum flew in thick milky streamers,
glinting in the harsh white lights of the workout room before falling back down
to earth.
The Phantom Futa laid there panting heavily
as the deluge of cum splattered over her, covering her body in criss-crossing
lines of hot white seed.
Slowly, her senses returned to her. Shaking
her head to shake off the warm tingling of her post-orgasm haze the Phantom
Futa realized her failure.
With a snarl, she yanked the dildo free of
its mounting and inspected it. The front end of the shaft had been compacted
into a gnarled, twisted shape. It resembled a piece of modern art more than a
sex toy.
“Dammit, I was so close! One away from
beating my last record,” the Phantom Futa growled angrily.
She stood up on shaky legs and unsteadily
wobbled her way to a small storage closet. The soft pattering of cum dripping
off her glistening body and trickling out of her pussy went ignored.
Inside the closet, arranged neatly on a
shelf were several dozen dildos, identical to the one she held in her hand.
After discarding the old one, the Phantom Futa grabbed a fresh dildo and
returned to her workout machine.
With an ease born from repetition, the
Phantom Futa slotted the new dildo into place and laid herself back down onto
the pad. She braced herself with one hand while the other switched on the machine
and then guided the fat head of the shaft towards her netherlips.
As her arousal flared up again, her
regenerative powers began kicking in, restoring her stretched hole to almost
virginal tightness. Wincing slightly as the large member entered her once-again
snug channel, the Phantom Futa resumed her workout.
“One…..two….three….”
