Becoming a Hermaphrodite
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 45: Lunchtime Tease
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 45: Lunchtime Tease - 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 Sex Toys Squirting Water Sports Transformation AI Generated
Lunchtime Tease - Monday, March 30, Midday
The deli hummed with the usual lunch crowd, low conversations drifting between tables. Carol and Linda sat across from me, their voices carrying a little too far as they recounted Saturday night.
“Brett was on his knees, cock out, begging,” Carol said with a wicked grin, leaning closer to Linda. “Mary had him so worked up he was leaking all over the floor before we even touched him.”
Linda laughed, her cheeks pink. “And when he finally left with blue balls. He looked so pathetic and desperate. I almost felt bad for him.”
I shifted in my seat, my own cock twitching beneath my skirt at the memory. My panties were already damp. A quick glance to my left revealed the young couple at the next table. The woman, a petite brunette with wide green eyes, had frozen mid-bite. Her boyfriend, tall and athletic with short brown hair, stared openly at our table.
I stood, smoothing my skirt. “Be right back,” I told Carol and Linda.
I crossed the short distance and slid into the empty chair at their table. “Hi. I noticed you were listening.”
The woman’s face flushed deep red. The man cleared his throat. “Sorry. We couldn’t help it. That story was ... intense.”
“I’m Mary,” I said, extending my hand. He shook it first.
“Jason,” he replied. “This is my wife, Holly.”
Holly offered a shy smile, her fingers trembling slightly as she took my hand. I let a gentle wave of pheromones drift toward them, nothing overwhelming, just enough to make their skin warm and their pulses quicken.
“So you enjoyed the story?” I asked.
Jason nodded without hesitation. “Yeah. We both did.”
Holly bit her lip. “It was ... really hot. Is it true?”
I smiled. “Every word. And there are plenty more where that came from. If you’re curious, I could tell you more sometime. Or, if you’re feeling adventurous, you could join in.”
Holly’s eyes widened, but she didn’t look away. Jason’s hand found hers on the table.
“We’d love that,” Holly said softly.
I pulled out my phone. “Give me your numbers. I’ll text you later.”
They each dictated their numbers. I saved them, then stood. “Looking forward to hearing from you both.”
I returned to my table, heart beating faster. Carol raised an eyebrow. “Making new friends?”
“Maybe,” I said, already feeling the familiar heat building again. “We’ll see how the afternoon goes.”
Afternoon Delight - Tuesday, March 31, 2:15 PM
I pushed open the door to Dr. Jill’s exam room and felt the familiar flutter of anticipation tighten in my belly. The scent of antiseptic mingled with something sweeter—my own pheromones, already humming just beneath my skin. Jill looked up from her tablet, her eyes bright behind those thin‑rimmed glasses, and gestured to the two strangers standing beside her.
“This is Dr. Eric Knowles. He’s the lead researcher for the drug trial,” she said, nodding toward the silver‑haired man leaning against the counter. He was lean, his shoulders narrow but his chest broad enough to hint at strength, and his cock—already visible through the thin fabric of his slacks—lay heavy and promising against his thigh. Beside him, a younger woman with a blonde ponytail bounced on the balls of her feet. About 30 and curves in all the right places, she was a feast for the eyes.
“And this is my daughter, Jenna,” Eric said, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “She’s assisting me today.”
Eric’s gaze swept over me, lingering on the swell of my breasts and the unmistakable bulge straining against the front of my skirt “You’ve been quite the subject,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “No one else on the trial has shown the kind of response you have. Your arousal levels, the pheromones ... even the penile growth. It’s ... extraordinary.”
I felt a hot flush creep up my neck. “I can’t help it,” I admitted, my voice hoarse. “Every time I think about what’s happening to me ... it just builds.”
Jill stepped closer, her hand brushing my arm. “Let’s see just how far you’ve come. Strip for me, please.”
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