Becoming a Hermaphrodite
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 14
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 14 - I never set out to become a hedonistic, promiscuous hermaphrodite, but once it happened, I embraced every inch of the change without a single regret.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Hermaphrodite Futanari Slut Wife Incest Mother Daughter Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Water Sports Transformation AI Generated
Morning Regret - Wednesday, March 11. Morning
I woke to the soft press of Dr. Jill’s bare thigh against mine and the heavy warmth of David’s arm draped over my waist. Sunlight filtered through the bedroom curtains, painting pale stripes across tangled sheets. My body still hummed from the night before—nipples tight, pussy slick, the new weight between my legs already half-hard.
Dr. Jill stirred first. She sat up fast, clutching the sheet to her chest, cheeks flushing deep red. “Oh God,” she whispered. “This is so unprofessional. I can’t believe I stayed. I can’t believe I—”
Her words cut off when her eyes landed on me. I was already looking at her—really looking. The sheet had slipped, revealing her small, firm breasts and the faint bite marks David had left on her inner thigh. Heat flooded my core. My clit twitched, thickening, pushing outward until my shaft lay fully exposed and throbbing against my skin. A warm wave of scent rolled off me, invisible but unmistakable.
Jill’s nostrils flared. Her professional mask cracked. Her pupils blew wide and her nipples tightened into stiff peaks. “Mary...” she breathed, voice already husky.
David groaned awake behind me, his thick cock hardening against my ass. “Morning already?”
I reached down and wrapped my fingers around my new length, giving it a slow stroke while I kept my gaze on Jill. “You never collected that semen sample last night,” I said, voice low. “We should fix that.”
Jill’s hand trembled as she reached for her discarded white coat on the chair. “I—I have a vial in my bag by the door.” She scrambled out of bed, completely naked, and hurried into the hallway. The sight of her tight ass swaying made another pulse of arousal surge through me. My pheromones thickened in the air.
She returned clutching a small plastic vial, breathing hard. David had already rolled me onto my back and was sucking one of my stiff nipples while his hand stroked my growing cock. Jill climbed onto the bed between my spread thighs, vial in one hand, the other wrapping around my shaft.
“Hold still,” she whispered, though her own hips rocked against the mattress. She pumped me with firm, clinical strokes that quickly turned filthy. “I need a good sample ... for the lab.”
David shifted up and fed his thick cock into my mouth. I sucked him greedily while Jill worked my new dick. My hips bucked. Jill’s fingers tightened. “That’s it, Mary. Give it to me.”
I came hard, thick ropes of cum jetting into the open vial. Jill kept stroking until every drop was collected, then she licked the last bead from my slit and swallowed it with a soft moan. David pulled out of my mouth and painted my breasts with his own load while Jill watched, eyes glassy with need.
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