Becoming a Hermaphrodite
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 24: Third Shot
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 24: Third Shot - 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 BiSexual Heterosexual Hermaphrodite Futanari Slut Wife Incest Mother Father Daughter Spanking Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Water Sports Transformation AI Generated
Third Shot - Tuesday, March 17, Afternoon
After lunch I drove straight to Dr. Jill’s office. The moment I stepped inside I let my pheromones bloom. The air thickened with that sweet, musky scent. Dr. Jill’s professional smile faltered the second she closed the exam-room door.
“Mary ... have you still not learned to control those pheromones?” she asked, already shifting on her feet.
I smirked. “I have pretty good control, Doctor. I’m using it.”
I crossed the room and kissed her hard. She melted against me. I spun her around, bent her over the exam table, and flipped up her white coat and skirt. No panties. Only smooth thighs framed by black thigh-high stockings.
I laughed softly. “Going commando all day, Jill?”
She whimpered. “I took them off right before your appointment. They’re in my pocket.”
I reached into her coat, pulled out a damp lacy thong, and pressed the wet fabric to her lips. “Open.” She obeyed. I pushed the thong into her mouth, the taste of her own arousal silencing her.
I dropped to my knees behind her. My tongue dragged through her soaked pussy, then higher, circling her tight asshole. She moaned around the gag. I sucked her clit, flicked it, then tongue-fucked her cunt until her thighs shook. Only when she was dripping and desperate did I stand, free my growing cock, and sink into her in one smooth thrust.
I fucked her steadily, gripping her hips, watching my shaft disappear between her wet lips. Dr. Jill pushed back, taking every inch. When she came, her pussy clamped hard around me. I followed seconds later, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her.
I pulled out and dropped to my knees again. “Can’t leave a mess on these nice stockings.” My tongue scooped every drop of our mixed cum from her twitching hole. Dr. Jill came again on my face, thighs quivering, muffled cries leaking around the thong.
We ended up sitting side by side on the exam table, breathing hard. I fondled her small breasts through her open coat while she stroked my half-hard cock. We kissed between words.
“Any new side effects?” she asked.
“My cock’s at five and a half inches now. Still sensitive. Pheromones are stronger when I’m turned on. Breasts feel heavier.” She nodded, making notes. “Your next shot is ready.”
She administered the injection while I sat on the table. Afterward I brought up Linda.
“Her husband has ED. She’s frustrated.” I explained how I had used my pheromones to give him an erection. “I wondered if there’s any way to get her a dose or two so she can help him get hard again.”
Dr. Jill sighed. “I only received enough for you. I could report one vial broken and get a replacement. Diluting it with the hormones and steroids i know are in the formula might give three or four weaker doses. It shouldn’t hurt, but it’s not guaranteed. This can’t be at the office though. I can’t have records of this.”
“I’ll talk to her,” I said.
I left the office with the shot already working through me. Heat pooled low in my belly and my new cock started to swell again. Carol’s apartment was closer than home, so I headed there, already imagining her red bush and the way she’d drop to her knees the moment she smelled me.
Wild Sex at Carol’s - Tuesday, March 17, Evening
I pulled into Carol’s driveway just after five. My clit-cock had already thickened inside my slacks, the head rubbing against the fabric with every shift of the car seat. The scent of my own arousal filled the interior, thick and sweet. I knew Linda would smell it the moment I stepped inside.
Carol opened the door in nothing but an open silk robe. Her red bush glistened between her thighs. Behind her, Linda stood barefoot in a tight tank top and yoga pants, nipples already poking hard through the thin cotton.
“She’s been dripping since she got here,” Carol said, pulling me inside. “I told her you were coming and she started soaking through.”
Linda’s cheeks flushed. “I couldn’t stop thinking about last time.”
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