Becoming a Hermaphrodite
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 52
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 52 - 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
Thursday Evening Drop-Off - Thursday, April 2, Evening
I pulled away from the curb after kissing Carol and Linda thoroughly, my fingers still slick with their mingled juices. The taste of their pussies lingered on my tongue as I licked my fingertips clean, savoring the sweet, tangy flavor. Holly sat beside me in the passenger seat, her cheeks flushed from watching the three of us make out in the living room. She had hugged them both and air-kissed their cheeks so her lipstick stayed perfect.
“That was ... intense,” Holly said softly, her voice a little breathless. “I could smell how turned on they were.”
“They always get that way around me now,” I replied with a grin, shifting in my seat as my cock twitched inside my panties. The new dose was still working through me, making everything more sensitive. My clit had grown thicker and longer. My pussy stayed slick and ready, the dual sensations driving me wild every hour.
We drove to the lingerie boutique next. The bell above the door chimed as we stepped inside. Emily was already there, folding a stack of silk panties near the register. Her eyes lit up when she saw me.
“Mistress,” she whispered, lowering her gaze respectfully even though we were in public. Then she noticed Holly and straightened. “Oh ... hello.”
“Emily, this is Holly,” I said, resting a hand on each of their lower backs. “Holly, meet Emily. You’re both members of my harem now. I want you two to get along beautifully.”
Holly’s eyes widened, but a shy smile curved her lips. “It’s nice to meet you, Emily.”
Emily stepped closer, her glittery gold nails catching the light. “Likewise. Ma’am has excellent taste.”
I guided them toward the babydoll section. Emily immediately pulled a pale green, almost transparent nightie from the rack. The fabric was so sheer it would hide nothing. Matching high-cut bikini panties completed the set.
“This would look incredible on you,” Emily told Holly, holding the babydoll up against her body. “The color will bring out your eyes.” Holly ran her fingers over the delicate material. “It’s beautiful. But ... it’s so see-through.”
“That’s the point,” I said, stepping behind her and sliding my hands around her waist. I pressed my growing erection against her ass so she could feel how much the idea excited me. “I want Jason see everything when you wear it for him.”
Emily helped Holly into the fitting room. A few minutes later Holly emerged wearing the new set. The babydoll floated over her breasts, her pink nipples clearly visible through the gauze. The panties hugged her hips, the crotch already darkening with her arousal.
“Fuck, you look edible,” I murmured, cupping her pussy through the thin fabric. “Emily, what do you think?”
“She’s perfect, Mistress,” Emily answered, her voice husky. “I’d love to watch you fuck her while she wears that.”
I paid for the purchase and kissed Emily goodbye at the register, slipping my tongue into her mouth and letting her taste the pussy juice still on my lips. “Be a good girl,” I whispered against her ear.
We picked up the Italian dinners I had ordered earlier. The rich smell of garlic and tomato sauce filled the car as we drove toward Holly’s place. I rested my hand on her thigh, pushing her skirt up a little, the whole way.
“I can’t stop thinking about your cock,” Holly admitted quietly as we pulled up to her building. “And how it felt in my mouth.”
“You’ll get more soon,” I promised, leaning over to air kiss her. “Wear the babydoll for me some time. Nothing else.”
She nodded, gathering the takeout bag and her new lingerie. “Yes, ma’am.”
I watched her walk inside, my cock throbbing against my thigh. Then I headed home, already planning what I would do to David when I walked through the door.
Home from the Hunt - Thursday, April 2 – Evening
I pulled into the driveway at 7:20, and David opened the door. He hugged and kissed me then took the food from me and headed for the dining room, in just a few minutes, the wine was breathing in crystal glasses, the food was laid out on China, the candles were lit, and I was seated by the love of my life with linen napkins in our laps.
As we ate. David started, “How was your afternoon?”
“Let’s leave that topic until after dinner.”
We savored th food and wine while talking about work, the latest messages from the kids, the weather tomorrow, our plans for the weekend, and so on.
We left a plate of food and glass of wine on the table for Emily, and did the dishes. When we finished, I took his hand, and led him to the living room. I pushed him down onto the couch and straddled his lap, grinding slowly so he could feel the growing length of my cock against his stomach.
“I have something to tell you,” I said, voice low. “Carol, Linda and I met with Holly at Carol’s. She wanted advice.”
His hands settled on my hips. “What kind of advice?”
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