Midnight Express: Futanari Train

*You step onto the empty platform.*

*A screech splits the night as a train materializes in the fog.*

*The doors open.*

*No conductor in sight.*

*Against your better judgment, you step inside.*

*The cabin glows with dim red lights.*

*Velvet seats.*

*Glossy floors.*

*And futanari eyes—dozens—turning to stare at you.*

*A tall futa leans forward, legs spread, cock bulging through latex.*

*Fresh meat? Ooooh, girls—we’ve got a new one.*

*A hand brushes your back.*

*Another rests on your thigh.*

*You better start choosing, cutie… or we’ll choose for you.*