Chapter 51: Zara’s Training Continues With Skeletina

The Delmar girls were still unconscious, except for Legend. She was half-awaken when she was dragged out of the van. She couldn’t recognize the place. All she could realize was that she was naked and was being pulled by two people.

“Welcome to your new home,” a young man said.

Legend’s vision began to clear. She saw a big room filled with a bunch of strange contraptions. It was a set of 26 tables, each welded together from metal bars. They formed a circle around a hole in the ground.

Something grew out of the hole. A green tentacle ... no, it was a large plant. It was connected to one of the tables.

Legend began to focus, and she noticed that somebody was strapped to one of the tables. It was Isela, Inez’s daughter.

Isela was strapped to this strange table. Her eyes and ears were covered in bandages; bloody ones. Her breasts were covered in fresh, slightly bleeding bite marks.

But that wasn’t everything. The green tentacle from the hole was connected to the underside of the table, which led to Isela’s spine.

Legend tried thrashing around, but she was still too weak. She was barely able to walk alone.

“You’d better get used to this place,” the man said, “you will spend the rest of your life here.”

Zara felt off.

Not even twenty-four hours had passed since she’d suddenly become a hermaphrodite, and her body was still sending her surprise notifications.

This morning, she woke up, rolled onto her stomach half-asleep, and nearly yeeted herself out of bed from the pain of accidentally pinning her morning wood under her own weight.

Then she made the mistake of wearing a thong instead of going commando.

She regretted that choice instantly.

By the time she reached the research wing, she felt like her pants were plotting mutiny.

She expected Margaret, but Serena was waiting instead, spinning lazily on a stool.

“There she is! Our brand-new dick-girl,” Serena greeted with a grin.

“Hi, Serena,” Zara sighed. “Where’s your mom?”

“Busy. You get me today. Lucky you.” Serena hopped off the stool and snapped a glove on. “Now, drop your pants and hop on the table.”

Zara obeyed. Frankly, freeing her new equipment from the confines of her underwear felt like stepping out of a torture chamber.

Serena circled her like a mechanic inspecting a vehicle that arrived with bonus parts.

“Hmm. Everything looks structurally sound,” she mused. “Bet your balls are driving you nuts, though.”

“You have no idea,” Zara nodded, shifting slightly on the examination table. The cold metal stung against her bare thighs, but it was nothing compared to the pulsing ache between her legs.

Serena snapped on a glove, the latex stretching tight over her fingers. “Relax,” she murmured, “this won’t take long.”

The first touch made Zara twitch. Serena traced the base of her shaft curiously, humming under her breath. “Interesting,” she mused, pressing a thumb against the underside where the skin was still tender. Zara hissed through her teeth.

“Yeah, yeah, sensitive,” Serena muttered distractedly, her gaze sharpening as she lifted Zara’s balls carefully, rolling them in her palm. “No swelling, no discoloration. You have a perfectly healthy set of balls.”

She then pulled out a measuring tape. “Let’s see your sizes.”

Zara groaned. “Really?”

“Don’t be a baby,” Serena said, pressing the cold metal tip of the tape against Zara’s pelvis. She flinched as the researcher dragged it down the length of her cock, her breath hitching when the tape curled around the base.

“Seven inches flaccid? Jesus.” Serena whistled lowly. “No wonder your pants felt tight.” She circled the girth next, fingers lingering a beat too long. Zara’s cock twitched involuntarily, the flesh warming under the attention. Serena smirked. “Seems eager too.”

Then she pulled back with a smirk. “But let’s see how functional you are.” Before Zara could protest, Serena’s fingers curled around her cock with slow, deliberate strokes that sent heat spiraling up her spine.

“Seriously?” Zara gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily. “This is your idea of medical ... ah,,, evaluation?”

Serena’s fingers tightened slightly, her thumb swiping over the leaking tip. “Standard procedure,” she lied smoothly, watching Zara’s throat work as she swallowed hard. “We need to confirm nerve responsiveness. Plus, Mom said she wants samples from your semen if your balls can produce some.”

Zara’s nails dug into the edge of the table, the metal creaking under her grip. The clinical detachment in Serena’s voice did nothing to dull the sensation—if anything, it made her pulse throb harder. She could feel every ridge of Serena’s knuckles, the way her palm grew slicker with each stroke.

“Fuck,” she breathed, her thighs tensing. “You could’ve warned me.”

Then Serena grabbed a small plastic vial from the tray beside her, holding it just below Zara’s twitching cockhead. “Don’t hold back,” she murmured, her other hand still working on her length. “Think of it as a stress test for your new plumbing.”

Zara’s breath hitched, her hips bucked once, twice, then her cock jerked violently in Serena’s grip as thick streaks of cum spattered against the vial’s interior. Some spilled over Serena’s fingers, dripping warm onto the examination table. The sensation was dizzying and unfamiliar. Her muscles locked tight as waves of pleasure rolled through her in relentless pulses.

With her other hand, she put the measuring tape back to Zara’s cock while it was still hard.

“Eight inches erect,” Serena noted clinically, though her lips quirked at the way Zara shuddered when the cold metal brushed against her oversensitive flesh. “Impressive.”

Once Zara’s cock went limp again, she managed to put it back into her pants.

“What did your first male orgasm feel like?” Serena asked with a wink.

“Pretty good,” she nodded, “but not the most intensive I had so far.”

“Yeah. Most hermaprodites claim that their female genitals’ orgasms are much better than what their male parts can produce,” Serena nodded.

“Okay, and any ideas about why this happens to me?” Zara asked.

“For starters, your case is not unheard of,” Serena started, “This condition is called Hermaphroditis. It can occur when somebody overuses their augmentation multiple times in a row.”

“Oh, so I fucked it up?”

“No, it actually means you got stronger.” Serena shook her head. “You tapped deeply into your monster powers, and this extra appendage is the sign of it.”

“So, I’m turning into a monster?”

“I wouldn’t say it this dramatically,” Serena shrugged. “There’s no need to panic. But if you notice anything strange, let us know.”

“Okay, and what about this appendage?” Zara asked.

“Well, everything depends on which type of Hermaphroditis you have,” Serena replied, “Type One is when the extra genitals only appear for a limited time, and they manifest and disappear without you having any control over the process. Type Two is when the genitals stay on you permanently. Type Three is when you have complete control over the process, and you can switch between them whenever you want. Currently, it looks like you got Type Two.”

“I hope it will turn into Type Three at least,” Zara said, pulling up her zip.

“I’d say we can amputate it if it bothers you that much, but knowing your Flesh Fiend powers, it would probably grow back before we could wake you up from the surgery,” Serena added.

“Fifi was able to switch between futa and normal mode, so maybe I can do that too,” Zara said, hoping she can control her cock in he future.

Just in time, Zara managed to reach the park before the training started.

She immediately noticed two people waiting there: Skeletina and Fred.

“Hi, guys,” Zara waved, “I didn’t expect you two here. You said you are not interested in that type of training, Skelly.”

“Yeah, I’m not, but Aritimi said she can help if I bring Fred along,” she answered.

“I’m a bit scared but also curious about this training,” Fred said.

“I don’t think I need training,” Skeletina whispered, “My voice is already too strong.”

They didn’t have much time to chat as Aritimi summoned them with a dark purple portal.

“So this is the room where you and those monsters are having fun?” Fred asked, looking around the massive room.

“Yeah. Trust me, even a Kaiju could fit in here.” Zara nodded.

“Welcome, everyone,” Aritimi greeted them. Fred almost jumped. He was shocked by Aritimi’s nudity. This wasn’t the first time he saw her naked, but the sight was still intense each time.

Aritimi found Fred’s awkwardness amusing.

“Now take off your clothes,” she turned to Fred, “All of you.”

“Sorry, but I don’t want to do this training,” Skeletina said. “I don’t want to cheat on Fred with some monsters, plus my augmentation is strong enough.”

“Don’t worry about that. You’d only get fucked by Fred’s cock, I swear,” Aritimi said with a suspicious grin, “And there’s no such thing as too strong augmentation. You can run into a powerful monster any time. A good hunter keeps training themselves until their last hunt.”