on her face. "Though I think it was was unfair." "It's not my fault you decided to go fuck Georgia," I said, shrugging. The six of us were among the oldest of the second generation of futas. Becky Woodward, the world's first futa, had bred our mothers first before she expanded to the others. Even better, the six of us, lead by Lola and Rebecca, had orchestrated our mother's presidential campaign. She was busy shaping the world into a paradise for us futas thanks to us. Not