Futanari Prison

Entering the System

Ami Schultz, an innocent, shy, and fragile young futanari. Ever since being young, she wanted to be like all the other girls. But no one ever made it easy for her once they found out that she was not like the other girls. She, unlike the other girls, had a penis and a vagina.

When they would learn, whether boy or girl, they would make fun of her. She was forced to stay away from others to avoid harassment.

One day as an adult, one of her former classmates had found her. They decided to talk and Ami was enjoying her time. However, little did Ami know, this girl had called the cops and claimed that Ami had assaulted her. Being a futanari, the police arrested her and she was convicted guilty.

Now, Ami is being escorted to a cell in a prison designed to house futanari. Each cell is for a single individual to prevent possible sexual assault against one another, but they always find a way to get what they want.

As Ami walked along the cells, the other futanari were making remarks, calling her cute and plump. It was true, she had nice, rounded and ample breasts and her ass was nice and plump as well. Some of the other inmates even went as far as to shout the things that wanted to do to her.

The more they shouted, the more she wanted to sink away into a dark pit and hide. Once she got to her cell, she walked over to the bed and sat down. The officer closed and locked the cell, then left.

Scared and unsure what to do, Ami laid back into the bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to figure out what she did that was so wrong. Eventually, she drifted off to sleep.

Abruptly waking her, she hears a loud buzz and then the door slides open. As she groggily rises, she hears someone shouting the words roll call. She drags herself out of bed and out of her cell. She looks around and see all of the other inmates sluggishly walking down the stairs to the center of the pod.

In rows, the inmates all start lining up. Like the rest, Ami lines up and ends up in the middle of the group. One by one, the guard calls out the inmate's number. As each inmate hears their number, they indicate that they are present.

As she waits to hear her number, she feels a hand slowly squeeze her ass. She lets out a yelp and turns around to see a woman with long black hair and a tattoo on her cheek. Her body is more on the fat side and she's a bit short.

"What're you doing here, cutie?" She says with a smirk.

"Romley, quit messing with the newbie," one of the guards hollers out loud. Most of the inmates look back towards me and the short lady. She scoffs.

"Don't worry, you'll be mine soon enough, pretty girl," she whispers. A shiver goes down her spine as she tries to keep her body shifted away from the woman.

Once roll call is over, Ami quickly shuffled over to an open area of the pod. When she spots a guard, she attempts to make her way over to them. However, about halfway through her path, two individuals cut her off. The one on the left is tall and well built, slightly more muscular than most of the other women here. Her hair is long and blonde, and she is very obviously well endowed both on the chest and down below as her pants seem to barely contain her package even flaccid. The one on the right is roughly average height, just slightly shorter than Ami herself, and has a bit of meat to her, just enough to be considered alluring but not enough to be considered undesirable. Her breasts are relatively small, but her rear is considerably larger. Her hair is cut short and jet black. Her arms are covered in tattoos.

"Name's Buckley," the shorter one says, "Seen your little issue with Romley earlier. Don't worry, she's always like that."

"She's too rough, might break the poor thing," the tall one says, "Oh, my bad. They call me Tower," the tall one says.