Becoming a Hermaphrodite
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 55
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 55 - 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.
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An Evening of Revelations - Saturday, April 4, Evening
The dinner had been a carefully orchestrated affair. The dining room buzzed with conversation as David carved the roast chicken I’d prepared. Linda sat beside Tom, her hand resting on his thigh, her short brown hair perfectly styled. She looked radiant in a simple cream blouse and dark slacks, though I caught her sneaking glances at my chest—at the perpetually hard nipples that pressed against my silk blouse.
Jill, ever the professional in her skirt and low heels, sat across from them, her long blonde hair swaying as she laughed at something David said. She caught my eye and gave me a subtle nod. We’d agreed to break the news after dinner.
The meal passed with strained politeness. Linda asked about Emily—working until closing tonight, I explained—and Jill updated everyone on her research. I kept my pheromones carefully suppressed, not wanting to derail the evening before we’d had our conversation.
After dessert, we moved to the living room. “Linda, Tom,” I began, settling onto the loveseat beside David. Jill sat across from us, her legs crossed. “Jill and I need to be honest with you about the treatment.”
Linda’s hand found Tom’s. “What is it?” Jill cleared her throat. “Mary is the only subject who developed pheromones. The hormone cocktail worked for her, but there’s no guarantee it will work for anyone else. I’ve stretched your doses to four, and we’ll see, but ... I don’t want you to get your hopes up.”
Linda’s face fell. “So it might not work? Tom might not ... we might not...”
Tom squeezed her hand. “It’s okay, honey. We knew it was experimental.”
“No,” Linda said, her voice cracking. “It’s not okay. I want to make love to my husband without needing Mary’s pheromones. I want him to want me when we’re alone.”
“There’s something else,” Jill said gently. “I’ve been giving you the shots. Tonight’s dose is the third. We should stick to the plan, see it through.”
Linda nodded, her eyes wet. “Fine. Let’s just get it over with.”
She stood abruptly, unbuttoned her slacks, and pushed them down along with her panties. Her shaved pussy gleamed in the lamplight, her ass perfectly round and firm. She knelt on the couch, presenting herself to Jill.
That did it. The sight of Linda—bashful, innocent Linda—spreading her cheeks and baring herself sent a surge of heat through me. I let my control slip, just a fraction, and the pheromones flooded the room.
Tom inhaled sharply. I saw his hand fly to his crotch, felt the shift in his breathing. Linda gasped, her body trembling.
“What ... what is that?” she whispered.
“That’s Mary’s gift,” Jill said, swabbing Linda’s upper thigh. “Hold still.”
The needle slid in. Linda moaned, pressing her face into the couch cushions. Tom was already unbuckling his belt, his erection straining against his zipper.
“Tom, wait,” I said, my voice thick. “Let her process. But...” I let my pheromones increase, let the sweet musk fill the room. “I think she’s ready when you are.”