Becoming a Hermaphrodite
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 15
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 15 - 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
Afternoon Tease - Wednesday, March 11, Afternoon
We walked back to the office together. I let my guard slip for just a moment as we passed Linda’s cubicle. The scent rolled off me in waves. Linda looked up, nostrils flaring, cheeks turning pink. She stood quickly.
“Mary, Carol, got a second?” she asked, voice slightly breathless.
We stepped closer. Linda’s eyes darted between us. “I’ve noticed how ... close you two seem lately. And Mary, you look incredible. Glowing.”
I smiled, letting just a hint more pheromone drift her way. “Thanks, Linda. How’s Tom?”
Her face fell. “Still the same. Two years without ... anything. His ED won’t budge. I’m going crazy.”
I glanced at Carol, who gave me a tiny nod. “I might be able to help,” I said quietly. “My doctor put me on something experimental. It’s affecting my hormones in ways that could ... stimulate others. If you and Tom want to come by tonight around eight, we can talk about it.”
Linda’s mouth opened, then closed. She swallowed hard. “Really? You can help?”
“Maybe. I don’t know. But I want to try. Are you willing to try?”
“Hell. I’ll do almost anything.”
“Eight o’clock,” I confirmed. “Bring wine if you want.”
She nodded rapidly, already looking dazed. We continued to our desks. I clamped my pheromones down again, heart pounding.
Homecoming - Wednesday, March 11, Early evening
Carol followed me home in her car. The moment we pulled into the driveway I released my control completely. The air thickened with my scent. Carol moaned softly as she stepped out. “Fuck, Mary, that’s strong.”
We barely made it inside. I pushed her onto the living room couch and kissed her hard, tongues sliding together. My hands worked her blouse open while hers tugged at my pants. I stripped slowly for her, peeling off each layer with deliberate movements, revealing my toned body inch by inch. When my panties finally dropped, my four-inch cock sprang free, already stiff and glistening at the tip.
Carol stared, licking her lips. “God, it’s beautiful.”
I knelt between her spread thighs and helped her out of her remaining clothes. Her thick red bush framed puffy, wet lips. I lowered my mouth to her pussy while she leaned forward and took my cock between her lips. We settled into a slow, wet 69, her tongue lapping at my slit and shaft while I sucked and licked her clit.
David’s footsteps sounded on the basement stairs. He appeared in the doorway, sweaty from his workout, towel around his neck. His eyes took in the scene and his cock immediately tented his shorts.
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