The Futanari Monster in My Closet Prologue

Hey Guys,

So, with the completion of Two Short Stories, I do have a couple on the go, but I was reading some hentai the other night, and I got an idea that I think a bunch of you will love, especially those who miss Captured by Beasts or Conquered by Beasts.

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Prologue

I dragged my body slowly up the stairs in my damn shitty apartment building. The elevator was broken, and I could not afford to find a better place in this corporate world. I was due for a promotion soon, and I just needed to wait a bit longer. My exhausted body slowly dragged itself onto the eleventh floor after an hour's drive after a fifteen-hour day. Tomorrow was my one day off before I had to go back for more work. I barely even reacted to that thought anymore as I reached the landing, pulled myself up the last step, opened the fire door, and walked out into the hallway. 

The walls were dark yellow and smelled like an old person's house from the '60s, coated in cigarette and marijuana use. The tar had long since stained the walls to this dark yellow, and a washcloth would only come up completely black from the filth on the wall. I sighed as the stink entered my nose. My floor was just a little worse than the one below us but by no means the actual worst. 

Dragging my body to the end of the hallway, I looked at my door with broken numbers on the door. “1111” was plastered there, and one was hanging upside down now. Not that I cared as I pulled my keys out of my pocket and pushed them into the keyhole. I sighed as the door finally opened for me, and I stumbled in. My eyes were half-lidded, and I knew I was just going to sleep through the day. There was no alternative, and I sighed with pure exhaustion. I knew there was nothing for me inside. 

My girlfriend left me not long ago. She said it was because we grew apart but I knew it was because I lived like shit. Not my fault that the bitch did not want to get a damn job so we could afford better. She said I was the issue when I was working fifteen to sixteen hours a day, and the one day that I wanted to relax was the time she thought was allocated to yelling at me. I just needed companionship, and she screamed at me.

I felt the loneliness weighing on me, and I walked over to the fridge and pulled out a yogurt I purchased. Who knows when? I ate it. I just hoped it was still good because I could no longer taste anything. I had not been able to taste anything for weeks, and I looked over at the couch, which I was still paying off that my ex insisted that we purchase, and I wondered if I could lend that out to some illegal immigrant so I could more afford this shit apartment. It was a one-bedroom with a kitchen and a living room, which brought the cost up to fifty percent of my wage.

My mind remembered the last election and I shook my head. No one would fix the issues as long as they were bribed and I sighed. I was just tired, I was exhausted and i looked at the biggest luxury of this apartment, saw the little half balcony, and walked over to the sliding door. I opened it up and finished the yogart looking out into the city hellscape.

I could see the fellow shitty crumbling towers around me. The places to sleep were just barely functioning, and I was surprised the electrical still worked and were not just looted for copper. I saw the fellow lights, and I was done. I looked down the eleven stories at the concrete floor below and contemplated again about jumping but turned around. I was not suicidal yet. I just needed this promotion, and I would get it. I could almost taste it; the promotion would give me over a hundred and fifty percent raise because I would be a manager. I was so close, So damn close. They promised me it.

I closed the sliding door and pulled open my bedroom door to the sound of my grumbling stomach. I felt like something was off, but I could not tell what. I stumbled over to the queen-sized bed and was glad insects had not invaded this apartment—at least not yet, as my previous ones had.

I stripped naked without caring and put my business jacket onto my chair. It was for my outfit tomorrow so I could make people think I had a couple of dozen suits. I got into bed, looked at my closet, and noticed that it was open a crack. That seemed wrong, but I could not care less. I frowned, looking at it, but my eyes started slowly closing from exhaustion. My mind started to drift.

“What a cutie! I'm so exhausted. I think I am going to enjoy such a tasty treat,” my tired mind heard as the door to my closet slowly started to open. My mind started to wake up before I finally registered what I was seeing. 

My mind went back to the thoughts before when I thought there were no insects that had invaded my apartment. Then that would not explain the fucking massive eight-limbed woman with a massive spider back and was now exiting my closet. I saw massive J-cup breasts, at the least on some human portion, and a massive shlong coming from a hole in the front of her body. My mind blanked as I must be absolutely confused at this moment and hallucinating as she came out of what should have been a tiny closet.

“Oh, My, I am going to keep you, Cutie; we are going to have so much fun!”

Her yellow eyes seemingly glowed in the dark, and I shuddered at her words. I was frozen, and my body refused to move as I stared at the massive Spider-woman with a womb wrecker attached to her. 

My mind was blank, but for one thought.

Shit, I don't have insect repellant!

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Okay, Little announcement. I would love to have submissions for Futanari Spiders. please DM me links to different Hentais or on discord. Hentais that you want me to base the Monster in the closet off of. I am thinking a Spider for this Short story and i will probably edit this chapter before I move forward. I hope you all enjoyed the chapter and let me know what you think in the comments below.