Any parent of a teenage daughter can tell you there are certain things you worry about. Especially as a single mom who'd been a teenage parent myself, it was a minor relief to me when she started bringing home girls instead of boys. I was content to let Katie figure herself and her interests out, until she started dating Samantha, who looked like a stereotypical punk with her black lipstick, brightly dyed undercut, and the rings and studs covering her face. I could tell there would be trouble, but I gave Katie leeway, not wanting to smother. I thought I could let her work it out, but it was clear Sam was a bad influence, as she started staying out later, and the respectful girl I had raised and was proud of turned cold and rude before my eyes. We had our first real argument over me putting my foot down refusing to let her get a nipple piercing, something Samantha had put her up to doubtlessly.

I could chalk it up to the expected teenage rebellion, but when I was cleaning her room and I found a vape pen, I was livid. We were going to have to talk about that one, and I would ground her for a while, I thought to myself. And then, digging further under the bed, my heart sank as I pulled out something more significant: a used condom.

It was disgusting, sticky, shriveled, and nearly overflowing with an absurd amount of congealed spunk pooled inside the plastic. I stared at it as it sat spoiling the carpet near her bed, racking my mind trying to think of the last time I saw her hanging around any guys and failed to bring any to mind. The only person Katie had been spending time with was Sam…

I cursed at failing to put it together sooner. My daughter was dating a futa! And they were having sex! I was intimately familiar with the dangers of hormonal pubescent futanari. I refused to face my daughter going through the same struggles I faced. They were using protection, for now, but how long would that last under the urges of an irrepressible teenage hermaphrodite? Going through the girl's parents would be a dead end. I knew they would be useless from how she acted and how they were complete no-shows at PTA meetings. Legally, the protection the Futa Act gave her was ironclad. I would have to settle this personally.

***

After preparing myself for a confrontation, I took advantage of a rarely used parental feature I had installed on Katie's phone when she was younger to get into it and spoof a message telling Sam that Katie wanted her to come over when I knew my daughter would be safely sequestered away for a good long while. I answered the door with a saccharine smile and she wrung her dark eyeliner into a scowl. "Hey… Miss K," she said, the fry in her voice made worse by the mild rasp of a young smoker, "Is Katie around?"

"She should be along shortly, why don't you wait inside?" I ushered her in and offered a seat, trying not to stare at the mud her boots were tracking onto my floor. Where the hell had she been, and where was she planning on taking my daughter? I could only hope I was nipping this in the bud in time. Samantha opted to stand, looking completely out of place in my small but orderly foyer with her hands dug deeply into her leather jacket pockets. I could see it now that I was looking, the subtle bulge in her jeans. She noticed how I was studying her and curled her studded lip, "Have something you want to tell me?"

I conjured as much affable dignity as possible, finding my 'mom voice', "As a matter of fact I do. You have no problem with being blunt, so I'll just come out and say it. I want you to stay away from my daughter."

Samantha scoffed, "I don't need this bullshit." She made a point of scratching the wood with her heel as she turned to leave.

"Wait," I said, "you forgot something."

She stuck her tongue at me over her shoulder and flashed the finger. I had dug into my pockets and clutched the sticky remains of the condom. I hurled it at her, the worn latex bursting directly onto her face. Samantha reeled, momentarily stunned, before wiping the mess off with the back of her gloved hand. With her makeup a ruin and half-dried globs clinging to her piercings like seminal tinsel, she fumed. "You bitch!" She threw off her jacket and faced me. "You want to know what your perfect little girl has been up to? Fine, I'll show you." She pulled off her shirt, revealing her pale skin and trim, feminine figure with lean, lightly defined muscles— likely the result of the testosterone raging through her system; a modest bust with a chain running from one breast to the other beneath a prominent collarbone. I could admittedly see what Katie saw in her.

"What are you doing?" I pretended to be horrified despite this being exactly the reaction I had wanted to provoke. Sam dropped her pants and kicked them aside. With a few strokes, she worked her erection up to what would be large, intimidating even, on a man, and contrasting even more sharply against her boney, girlish hips. I estimated she had about nine inches above an apple-sized sack dangling in front of her slit.

I feigned horror as she took a step closer, cockhead waving before her like a spear, smug satisfaction spreading across her face. It fell away as my dress suddenly began to tent.

Things had come a long way since the beginning of the futa epidemic. Powerful drugs to suppress libido and growth had been developed to allow those like me to live an ordinary life. They had managed to rein in and even shrink the raging monstrosity between my legs I had been beholden to in my misspent youth sowing wild oats. I was beyond the typical futa, rated as a 'hyper' class case. Left uninhibited by the medication, my body would grow to massive proportions and produce absurd volumes of semen. I had only been off the regimen for two weeks and already the effects were monumental, as the fabric of my dress split open under the strain revealing the monolithic member which dwarfed the pathetic prick she had been so proud of. My testicles, each larger than coconuts, forced me into a wide stance as they churned, swelling in capacity even now.

In truth, I had only wanted to scare her, but the sight of this punk that I hated, her tight teenage body naked and emasculated before me