The adventures of Penny Thompson

Ingredients list (mild spoilers):

1 cup romance1 cup comedy1 cup futanari/cis-female/cis-female group sex1/2 cup discussion of loss and grief2 tbsp age difference2 tbsp futanari/cis-female/cis-male flirting

This is a work of erotic fantasy, all characters and events are fictional, all characters are over the age of eighteen. This series uses the term "futanari" to describe the main character, as a way of separating her from any real-world identities. The writer condemns the discrimination, tokenization, or fetishization of real-world trans and intersex people.

This is Number 7 in a series --The Adventures of Penny Thompson. Each story is meant to be self-contained and enjoyable on their own, but they're best read in order!

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"Fuck! It's official, my flight got cancelled," Mikayla growled, glaring at her phone.

It had been snowing all week in Plainview, but the weather had turned into a full-blown early Nor'Easter overnight and into the morning. Roads were closed, tree branches littered the quad, everything was encased in a thick layer of ice.

"Oh no! I'm so sorry Kayla... I know you were looking forward to getting back to Chicago for a long weekend with your family," Penny said sympathetically. Both girls were sitting on Penny's dorm room bed, cuddled together under blankets and plushies, watching movies on Mikayla's laptop.

"Whatever. It's a stupid colonizer holiday anyway," Mikayla muttered.

"Yeah, but it means you won't get to visit your family..." Penny wrapped her long freckled arms around her almost-girlfriend's waist from behind, and gave a supportive squeeze. "Oh hey! Would you um... Want to do Thanksgiving dinner with my family? I'm sure they'd love to have you, I can probably convince them to make some vegan dishes... I bet my dad could make his famous cheesy tater tot casserole using soy cheese! And plant butter. Hmm, and what's vegan for bacon?"

"Oh gawd, you want me tomeet your parents?'Hey Penny's mom, hey Penny's dad, I'm your daughter's bisexual fuck-buddy from college. Right, the art school you didn't want her to go to, the one with no job prospects at the end. Yeah, she's railed me a few times. Once in the library, in front of a librarian!'"

Penny giggled and rested her chin on Mikayla's shoulder, pressing her chest into her friend's back. "They will love you! They'll just be excited that I have a... a Good Friend. We could probably keep the sex details out of the introduction, though. And definitely no F.O.F talk, they would lose their minds!" Mikayla was strangely proud of her Good Friend'sFutanari Orgasm Fairywork at Dr. Grace's sex therapy clinic.

Penny's phone rang as if summoned, a call from her mom. She playfully wrapped her legs around Mikayla's waist, and lay back onto the bed to take the call.

"Hi mom, what great timing! I was about to ask if... What do you mean you're stuck?... Why are you all the way out there?... Oh... Okay... Okay. Yeah, I'll be fine. Love you too..."

"What was that about? Is everyone okay? Areyouokay?" Mikayla's switch flipped from snarky to protective, and she twisted around in the bed to face Penny, looking concerned.

"Oh! Yeah, everyone's fine! Apparently my dad had a work conference in Denver, and my mom went along with him, and now their flight back home got delayed because of the storm... They won't be back in time for Thanksgiving. Now we're both stuck without family for the break." Penny's eyes welled up, suddenly feeling lonely and emotional.

"At least we're stuck together, Red," Mikayla said. "Family is built, not born."

Penny sniffled and wiped her eyes. "Oh my gosh Kayla, you're brilliant! I have an idea..." She scrolled through her text messages.

Penny and Mikayla hopped off the bus in a quiet neighborhood, following directions on Penny's phone. It was only mid-afternoon but the sun was already starting to dip, casting long shadows down the narrow street, still littered with downed branches and slick with ice.

Mikayla wore one of her cozy winter goth outfits. Boots, grey striped woolen thigh highs, pleated skirt, oversizedJoy Divisionhoodie that covered her fingers. Her coily black hair was tied up into a one-sided puffball, showing off the shaved side of her head.

Penny wore her chunky beige turtleneck sweater, warm leggings and brown Uggs, a giant green scarf and mittens her mom had knit for her, and a matching beanie that let some of her unruly red curls peek out the bottom.

Penny wanted to hold Mikayla's hand for reassurance, but she wasn't confident that her almost-girlfriend was ready for public displays of affection. Reaching for Mikayla's hand and being rejected would probably kill her.

"I think that's the one," Penny peered at her map app and then at a two-story craftsman across the street. "Oh gosh, I hate knocking on doors... I wish there was, like, a less aggressive way to let someone know you're in front of their house. Like texting instead of calling someone... But for doors."

Mikayla rolled her eyes. "Congratulations Red, I think you just invented The Doorbell."

Mikayla took the lead and stomped up the front steps, knocked, then lost her nerve and stepped back behind Penny.

The door opened and Mrs. Marci Hamada burst out onto the front porch of her home. "Penny!You made it!" She squealed in delight, pulling the younger woman in for the kind of warm, enveloping hug that only a chubby woman with enormous breasts can deliver.

"And you must be Mikayla! I've heard alotabout you," Marci grinned and winked. "Don't worry, I don't need a hug from you until we've gotten to know each other better, and then only if you want one."

Mikayla's shoulders relaxed visibly. "Um, hi, Mrs. Hamada. Thanks for inviting us over for dinner, that was really generous."

"Come on in, girls, make yourselves comfortable! I need to check on the oven, I'll be right back." Marci turned around and headed to the kitchen. She was barefoot, wearing a comfortable floral patterned house dress that clung to her ample bottom and swished around her plump calves as she walked.

"Holy shit, what a MILF... And... You've had sex with her before?" Mikayla asked in a whisper, causing Penny to blush furiously.

"Y- yes... But only in um...A clinical setting!"

"Jeezus. You must have cured a disease in a past life or something."

Marci Hamada's house was warm and comforting, like a blanket fresh out of the dryer. The entryway opened up into a living room with a well-worn couch, loveseat, and recliner; a big shaggy area rug; a television; a console with a record player and a small collection of vinyl records.

The whole house was filled with the smells of cooking. Savory umami, yeasty bread, caramelizing sugar.

A staircase near the front door led to the second floor. There were family photos hung on the wall leading up the stairs, in ascending chronological order. At the landing to the stairs was a picture of Marci in her early twenties, short, curvy and smiling, posing with a tall, muscular white man.

"Marci, is this your husband in these pictures?" Penny called across the living room. "He was so handsome!"

Marci's laughter drifted in from the kitchen. "Oh yes, that's Henry! I certainly thought so, we met in college and were married within a year!"

Penny and Mikayla's eyes drifted up the stairs, following the progression of pictures.

Marci on a beach with Henry, obviously pregnant, her round belly and intimidatingly large breasts both on proud display, barely covered by a skimpy swimsuit.

Marci in a bathtub, Henry's arm wrapped around her shoulder, both looking exhausted but ecstatic, holding a wrinkly red newborn baby.

Marci and Henry at Disneyland with a five-year-old boy, holding a churro the size of his arm.

Marci and the boy, now an adolescent, at a school music recital. The boy was holding a trumpet, grinning through a mop of curly brown hair. Henry was no longer present.

Wait a second...Penny thought with growing suspicion.There's something about that kid...

Marci and the boy, now a young man at his high school graduation. He was tall and muscular, a strong jawline and big brown eyes, with a shaggy head of brown curls.

"What. The. Fuck..." Mikayla whispered, connecting the dots at the same time as Penny.

"Oh, hey. Mikayla Davis. Penny With the Pockets. Mom said she had guests coming for dinner. I didn't think it would be you two. That's cool." Hank said, coming down the stairs, eclipsing his own graduation photo. He was barefoot, wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a thin white t-shirt stretched over his broad shoulders and thick biceps.

Penny's brain froze and blue-screened. Her firmware rebooted and started installing the latest security update.

"Oh, hey Hank! HankHamada... what a... small world!" Mikayla responded, realizing that Penny would probably be out of commission for a couple of minutes.

"Hamada-Ketcham, actually. Yeah, I think the universe likes to make connections like that. I was thinking about the two of you last night, so it makes sense." Hank nodded thoughtfully. He led the college girls into the living room and then sprawled out on the couch, at ease in his childhood home.

Mikayla pushed Penny into the loveseat, sitting down next to her. Penny opened her mouth to respond, realized nothing was coming out, looked pleadingly at Mikayla.

"No shit? Why were you thinking about us?" Mikayla said, taking the initiative on Penny's behalf.

"I was contemplating your work fromthe figure drawing class. Mikayla, your style was very fluid, free flowing, a bit of an edge. Penny, your work was precise and reflective, lots of care and attention. Both were very flattering. There was a good energy between us."

"Well, you were an excellent model," Mikayla said. "Right, Penny?" She elbowed her friend in the ribs.

"Abs," said Penny, finally forming a word. "Um, I m-mean...Absolutely!"

"I'm sorry if I'm making you nervous, Penny. I think there's a physical attraction here, that can cause some intense vibes. I find it's best to just lean into feelings like that, savor them. No pressure or expectations." Hank said, pushing his thick brown hair out of his eyes, gazing at her.

Penny turned red and returned his gaze, caught like a deer in the headlights of a hunky semi truck. "Oh. Okay. Yes. Savoring."

Mikayla's eyes ping-ponged between the two. "Penny wants to fuck you," She blurted out. "I want to watch."

Penny's skin flashed through the whole visible spectrum of ginger emotional display, blood draining from her face and turning from crimson to pale white, like a cuttlefish's defense mechanism. She would have ejected a cloud of ink, if she had the right glands.

"I would be open to that experience," Hank said with a mild smile.

"Y- you should know... I h- have a penis..." Penny said, barely a whisper.

"I noticed. It's difficult to miss, right now," Hank replied. Penny realized she was sporting a significant fearrection, pushing against her underwear and leggings. She squeaked in embarrassment and grabbed a throw pillow to put on her lap.

"Like I said, I would be open to that experience. I should warn you though, I'm not looking for a serious commitment right now, so it would have to be casual. The two of you are already a couple, right? You have a very protective aura, Mikayla, I don't want to harsh your relationship."

It was Mikayla's turn to activate her natural defense mechanism. But before she could set something on fire, Marci poked her head out of the kitchen. "Dinner is ready! Come dish up!"

The meal was traditional and comforting. A small turkey that Marci had brined and spatchcocked the day before, moist and flavorful. ABreaded Turkey-less Stuffed Roast™from Trader Joe's. Mushroom stuffing, and sweet potatoes with marshmallows. A wobbly cylinder of cranberry jelly straight from the can, more decorative than edible. Apple cider and iced tea to drink. A pumpkin pie for dessert, cooling on a rack by the oven.

"Oh my gosh, Marci... You're incredible." Penny groaned, leaning back from the small round dinner table. "I haven't eaten food this good in... in... Ever?"

Marci Hamada beamed proudly. "Aww, thank you Penny! I hope the vegan loaf is alright, Mikayla?"

Mikayla nodded eagerly, her mouth full. "Mmhmm! Fhanks Msh Hmmada... Sho gud."

"That's a relief! When I heard you were coming, I asked Hank to pick up something savory and vegan on his way here. I love cooking big meals, but it's usually just Hank and I for Thanksgiving these days. I'm so glad you two could join us, the thought of you stuck on an empty college campus for Thanksgiving... Not on my watch!"

Hank nodded. "Especially since Mikayla and Penny and I already made a connection."

Marci looked at Penny questioningly.

"Oh, y- yeah! Mikayla and I have a Figure Drawing class this semester, and Hank came in to... to..." Penny trailed off.How do I say 'I saw your son naked, I think I'm going to bone him, Mikayla wants to be my Dick Doula?'"...To model for our class."

Hank nodded, taking a bite of sweet potato. "I wanted to try out nude modeling. Mikayla came up to say hi, and we chatted a bit. Penny says she's never been with a man before, sexually, and is curious about it. I might help her with some exploration later, when she and Mikayla are ready."

Penny nearly sprayed her tea across the table. Mikayla choked on her vegan roast, and had a coughing fit. Marci calmly set her knife and fork down, and daintily wiped her lips with a napkin.

"Penny, when you texted me earlier in the week, asking advice on exploring your sexuality with a man... were you talking aboutmy Hank?"

"M- Marci, I'm so sorry! I didn't know he was your son until, like, twenty minutes ago!"

Marci Hamada stared at the table for a while. Penny stared at Marci, fear in her eyes. Hank took another bite of turkey. Mikayla took a long, slow drink of her cider, watching everything, saying nothing.

Finally, Marci spoke. "Okay. It's okay! Penny, you don't need to be sorry. You're all adults. Hank, I raised you right, I trust you to take care of her and be respectful. I don't need to know any details. Just be safe, you three! No details. Safe, no details. Now... Who wants pie?"

After dinner, Hank bid his goodbyes and left to go hit the gym and work off his carbs. He gave Marci a kiss on the cheek, and gave Mikayla and Penny his phone number.

That left Marci Hamada alone with the college girls, and the night was still young.

"Penny, Mikayla, let's sit down and chat," Marci said, ushering them into her living room. Penny and Mikayla sat next to each other in the loveseat, almost-but-not-quite touching, Marci sat across from them on the sofa.

"So... That was awkward! I swear, Penny, you're surrounded by some kind of reality distortion field. You've gotten up to more ridiculous sexual escapades in the last two months than I've had in my entire life! And it feels like the people around you inevitably get drawn into your adventures."

"Right!? She's like a black hole of sexiness," Mikayla said. "Everyone gets sucked into her gravitational pull. I'm not sure how she's even real, to be honest."

"Oh my gosh, I am right here!" Penny said loudly, blushing but grinning. The tension broke, and everyone laughed and began to relax.

"Girls, I'm happy to drive you back to your dorm tonight if you like, but... If you'd like to stay the night, I have a guest room I can make up, or the couch is free. I could make us some coffee and cocoa, we could have a movie night, stay up late? It's been a long time since I've done a sleepover," Marci said, eyes twinkling mischievously.

Penny and Mikayla exchanged glances. "What do you think, Kayla?" Mikayla nodded slowly. "Ohh, Marci! Could we have aCuddle Puddle?!" Penny pleaded excitedly.

"What's that?"

"It's when you get a bunch of pillows and blankets and friends together, and you all cuddle together in a big pile!"

"That sounds fun..." Marci mused. "Is this a sex thing?"

"N- no!" said Penny. "Yes," said Mikayla at exactly the same time.

"Mmmhmm..." Marci said, grinning. "Alright. Pillows! Blankets! There should be plenty upstairs, in the bedrooms and in the hallway closet. Grab whatever you find, bring them down here, I'm going to get snacks and drinks."

There was a flurry of giggling activity as Penny and Mikayla rushed around Marci's house, stealing pillows and blankets wherever they could find them. Soon there was an enormous mountain of pillows in the living room, piled up between the couch and television.

Marci brought out a big metal bowl full of popcorn, a tray with three mugs of half-coffee/half-hot chocolate, and set them on the end table. "I think I'm going to put on something more comfortable, be right back!" She swished up the stairs with a meaningful glance, leaving the two girls alone.

"What the fuck is happening right now," Mikayla hissed at Penny. "Are we about to have a threesome with Marci?"

"Would you like to?" Penny asked, grinning. "I think Marci would be up for some fun, but I also think she'd be fine with a friendly cuddly movie night, if that's all that happens."

"Yes, I'd like to.Hellyes. When I die I want to be buried in those tits. But it's freaking me out how calm and confident you seem to be with Marci," Mikayla said nervously.

Penny squeezed Mikayla's hand reassuringly. "Well, it freaked me out how forward you were with Hank! But maybe that's what makes us a good couple... Couple of friends. We both push each other a little bit. Should we... get more comfortable too?"

Marci came back downstairs. She was wearing a matching leopard print two-piece pajama set. A snug pair of stretchy, boy-cut shorts accentuated her plump round ass, and her top revealed an intimidating amount of cleavage. The shape of her large, motherly nipples were clearly outlined, and the thin straps of her top were holding onto her shoulders for dear life. A few inches of her soft belly poked out from the gap between the two skimpy items of clothing, and her thick thighs rubbed together as she walked down the stairs.

"I haven't worn these in a few years, they used to fit better... To be honest I usually sleep in the buff." She said, walking back into the living room. "I hope you don't mind seeing a little bit of... Oh shit!"

Penny was sitting on the couch. She had kept her soft oversized sweater, wearing it like an inappropriately short dress. She had taken off everything else. The shape of her small perky breasts were noticeable underneath, subtle curves with a hint of puffy nipples. Her long, lithe, freckled legs and feet were bare. Her penis was starting to get a bit excited, creating a visible bulge in her sweater.

Mikayla was sitting next to Penny. She had taken off her jacket, revealing a thin black tank top over her soft, teardrop-shaped breasts. She had also removed her skirt and her underwear, leaving on her grey thigh-high socks, which left delicious-looking skindentations in the exposed territory of her supple brown thighs. Her dark brown pussy was on display, framed by her natural black pubic hair.

"Oh my God, you two are trouble," Marci said, flustered by the nubile, half-naked college girls in her living room. "So, how does this cuddle puddle business work?"