Becoming a Hermaphrodite
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 3: Wednesday, March 4
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3: Wednesday, March 4 - 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
Telling Carol - Wednesday, March 4, Working Hours
I arrived at the office on Wednesday morning feeling like every eye in the building was on me. Men and women alike turned their heads as I walked past the cubicles, their gazes lingering on my hips and the way my blouse hugged my chest. I caught a few of them adjusting themselves or blushing when our eyes met. The attention made my skin tingle and my pussy grow slick inside my panties, a constant reminder of how the drug had rewired my body.
At lunch Carol slid into the booth across from me and leaned in close, her long red hair falling over one shoulder. “You got laid this morning, didn’t you?” she whispered, a knowing smirk on her face. “You’re glowing like you just had the best orgasm of your life.”
I laughed softly and decided there was no point hiding it. “Not just this morning, but last night and again before I left the house. David and I have been ... insatiable.” I lowered my voice and told her everything—the experimental hormone trial, the way my libido had exploded, the constant ache between my legs, and how David’s substantial cock had become the center of my universe. Carol’s green eyes widened as I described riding him until he flooded me, then sucking him hard again so he could take me from behind.
“Jesus, Mary,” she breathed, shifting in her seat. “You’re making me wet just listening to you.”
Not So Quiet Evening at Home - Wednesday, March 4, Evening
When I got home that evening David was already in the basement gym. I changed into tight yoga pants and a sports bra, then joined him. As I moved through my poses—downward dog, warrior, bridge—he lifted weights on the bench, but his eyes never left my ass. Every time I arched my back or spread my legs he groaned under his breath.
After supper we barely made it to the living-room couch. David pulled me onto his lap and we kissed like teenagers, tongues sliding deep, hands roaming everywhere. I ground my soaked pussy against the thick ridge in his jeans until he freed his cock. I stood just long enough to shove my pants down, then straddled him again and sank onto that fat shaft in one smooth motion.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled, gripping my hips.
“I’ve been dripping for you all day,” I moaned, riding him hard. “Everyone at work was staring at me like they wanted to bend me over. All I could think about was getting home and stuffing this big cock inside me.”
David thrust up to meet me, the wet slap of our bodies filling the room. “Tell me more.”
“I told Carol everything,” I panted, bouncing faster. “She got so turned on hearing how you stretch my pussy and pump me full of cum. I think she wants to watch next time.”
He groaned and reached between us to rub my swollen clit. “You want her to see you take every inch?”
“Yes,” I gasped, clenching around him. “I want her to watch you breed me until it leaks out.”
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