#Bisexual #Incest #Mature #Trans
By Stasia Grey
Alice wakes up after an operation… And has to come to terms with her new penis.
Alice wakes up after an operation… And has to come to terms with her new penis.
The first thought I had when I came to, was how white everything was. The bedsheets were starched and white. The walls were pristine and white. Even the floor tiles were white marble.
There was a digital clock hanging on the wall opposite me, the digits bold and red.
The date told me it was four weeks since I came here.
My head was fuzzy and my body felt as if it was made of lead. Wires were hooked up under my gown and attached to a machine beside the bed, monitoring my vitals.
At least I wasn’t in any pain. That, I was grateful for.
I thought it was a joke, at first. My family desperately needed money and there was a local ad on the Internet for money making opportunities. A fifty grand debt was a strong motivator. I wasn’t prepared for the twins to be out on the streets and mom’s meagre income wasn’t going to cover it.
The door opened and a woman in a doctor’s coat walked in, tray in her hand. She placed it down on the table bedside me. There was a glass of water, some pills, and a bowl of gruel. It didn’t look appetising but my tummy rumbled all the same. She held the glass up to my mouth and I took a sip, feeling the water soothe my throat.
“How are you feeling?”
“Stiff.”
“Understandable, you were in stasis for a few weeks.”
My brain slowly cleared up. I remembered signing a contract with her, Doctor Booker. In exchange for a cash payment, tax free, I agreed to participate in the Humanity Survival Project. She advised me to go over it with my legal advisor first, but I laughed at that. How could a 20-year-old with serious money problems have time for a shyster? So I signed it and when the money was confirmed, I just let whatever happen, happened.
Stupid I know. But it was apparently a government sanctioned project. I held out hope that being all official and whatnot made it less dubious. The money was real at least and that was good enough for me. I half listened to the pitch Dr Booker gave. Partly because it didn’t matter if I wasn’t happy, the money was all that mattered. But also, it wasn’t something unfamiliar to me. The world was fucked, to put it succinctly. For some unknown reason, humanity’s birth rates greatly declined. We were facing an aged population and a shrinking workforce on a global scale. Suddenly, immigration was a valuable policy. They drilled all the various socio-economical aspects into us as soon as we were able to read.
The HSP was supposed to solve that. At least one project. So I guess I should be proud to be a part of that?
Doctor Booker gave me the once over, checking for abnormalities but appeared to be satisfied.
“When can I leave?”
“Soon. Your personal belongings are in the wardrobe. Please ask if there’s anything else you need. There’s a fresh change of clothes and a towel waiting for you in the ensuite. I will debrief you before you can leave and we will monitor your condition. But for now, rest up.
“Okay.”
She left and I felt myself drift off again. My family got the money, so there’s nothing else to worry about.
I needed to pee.
I managed to push myself out of bed and made my way to the ensuite bathroom. It was clinically white like the other room. A soft, yellow light came on as I walked in and I went over to the toilet. I pulled up my gown, sat on the toilet and relieved myself.
Something felt different. I looked down, and saw piss coming out of… my penis?
I screamed and a moment later, Doctor Booker rushed in. “What is wrong?”
“W-why do I have a penis? What did you do to me?” I stared in horror as the dick between my legs didn’t stop peeing, a hot stream of piss hit the bowl.
She raised her eyebrow at me. “Miss Huston, this is what we agreed to. You signed the contract. It was very clear there was transformative surgery involved.”
I sighed as I finally stopped peeing. I yanked the gown over my legs, trying to block it from view.
“You turned me into a man?!”
“Technically, that is not correct. You’re dual gendered now.”
“You butchered me!”
“I assure you, no butchering was involved. Shall we have this conversation off the toilet? I recommend you have a shower first. That will help your state of mind.”
She walked out without another word. I fucking panicked. What did I sign up to? But I needed answers and freaking out on a toilet wasn’t going to get me any. So I did as she advised and got off the toilet and stripped my gown and jumped into the shower.
Small mercy, at least. In between the hot jets of water and my heart palpitations, I could at least feel that I still had my vagina, underneath my new appendage. I still couldn’t bear to look at it so I refused to look down and grabbed the towel off the rail and quickly wrapped it around my body. It had to be Egyptian cotton or something because my towel at home felt like sandpaper in comparison. There was a hair turban hanging on the wall, too, so I wrapped my hair in that. The act reminded me of my routine home ritual, which made me feel a little more relaxed. Just a little.
I went back into the room, where the doctor was waiting for me. She gestured me to get back on the bed, which I did.
“You need to undo whatever it is you done to me.”
“Im afraid I cannot do that, Miss Hudson. You signed the contract and the process is both technically complex and expensive. Which was a success, I must say.”
“I don’t want to be stuck with this thing.”
“I think the best option is for you to complete the contract. By violating the terms, it is at the very least illegal, and I don’t think you want to have to repay the money you’ve been awarded.”
I swallowed. She was right about the fucking money. “Is it reversible, though?”
“Yes it is. But please provide us with the data we need first. Humanity’s survival depends on it, and that is not an exaggeration.”
“Your Frankenstein experiment is a success, though. What else do you want from me?”
She smiled warmly at me. “Everything, sweetheart. You’re going to herald a new age of humans. I need data. Reams and reams of valuable data from you. I need to know what are the biological, social and emotional impact of being a futanari entails.”
“Futa…nari?”
“It’s a Japanese coined term. Their culture seemed fond of the idea of a woman possessing both sex organs. Pure fantasy of course, but I’ve made it into a reality. But this is just the starting line for the both of us. I need to observe the effects.”
“Did you graft some poor bastard’s penis onto me?”
“God no, that’s disgusting. Your penis is 100% your own. Using experimental gene technology, I managed to modify your clitoris and transmute it into a fully functioning penis. Don’t forget the testicles either.”
“I don’t understand how me possessing male genitalia would help humanity.”
“Oh, but it does. One aspect I had to consider is the issue of human reproduction. Needing and male and female seems terribly inefficient. A futa would bypass that issue quite nicely.”
“But I’m straight. I’m not attracted to women.”
Her smile deepened. “There are contingencies for that, too. Why don’t we complete a physical assessment?”
Slowly, she tugged on my towel. Instinctively, I held it tight.
“Please relax.”
“I’m scared.”
“There’s nothing to be afraid of. I promise. And you need to get used to your body, even if it’s temporary.”
I sighed, and let go. She peeled aside the towel like gift wrapping, and I watched as my new penis was exposed. It was soft, flaccid and kinda small… The few guys I been with, they were pretty much rock hard by the time I got to their dick. It was weird seeing my own one being so small. Doctor Booker seemed to have read my mind.
“Compactness. We assessed the data and decided a small flaccid penis would be more psychologically accommodating compared to something that bulges out from beneath your underwear. I hope that when society is more accepting of futanaris, we could process bigger sized penises. Perhaps it would be a symbol of virility. But I digress.”
Very gently, she took my dick into her hand. I gasped. It was like a bolt of electricity coursing through my body to the very end of it. It felt… pleasant.
“It looks fine. No abnormalities identified. Would you want to be circumsized?”
“What? No. I don’t know.”
“I can operate on you free of charge if you so wish in the future. It’s a simple day operation.”
I wasn’t keeping it forever, anyway.
Her fingers curled around my dick, as if she was squeezing it for malleability or something. My toes curled and it was getting hard to ignore the sensation.
“Uh, doctor…”
“Is there a physiological effect occurring?”
“I- I think so.”
“Good,”she cooed. “Don’t resist it, Miss Hudson. Just let your body get what it wants.”
“And that is?”
“Relief. Technically your virgin cock hasn’t had any release since its inception. I estimate that your testicles are full of sperm now. You’re not designed to hold it in. Regular, daily masturbation is expected or it’ll be very uncomfortable for you.”
A loud, audible groan escaped my lips. My dick pulsed to life, inflating and growing in the doctor’s hand. My eyes went wide. Before, it looked a little small. Compact, as she called it. It was inflating rapidly as blood filled it with need. I became heavy, thick and curved.
“It’s about six inches, maybe a little longer,” she remarked. “Studies suggests that is an optimal size. But a definitive factor is the thickness of the penis. Maximising pleasure for your partner during intercourse would have profound advantages, especially for repeat performances.”
I simply moaned. All I knew was her touch made me feel so good. My nipples and my pussy ached, but I felt too self conscious to touch myself.
“That’s it,” she purred. Her fingers curled over my shaft and started pumping. “I need to assess the bodily response to stimulation.”
“B-but I’m not gay…” I whimpered, trying to understand the feeling inside me. It felt almost like I needed to pee, but not. It felt different to that. But something needed to come out of me.
“I think the most apt descriptor for you now is being bisexual. Of course there are exceptions to the rule, but we engineered a heavy emphasis on the desire to reproduce.”
She let go of my cock and I groaned in frustration. Doctor Booker took off her coat and started unbuttoning her blouse.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Assessing your reaction. I want to see if you find me as a woman, attractive. Of course you may simply not find me attractive in particular but all data is valuable data.
That wasn’t true, though. She was strikingly beautiful. An older woman with a very obviously attractive body. Her breasts were big and I couldn’t but help staring at those big acorn sized nipples of hers as she undid her bra. My cock twitched angrily at the thought, and suddenly, I really, really wanted to wrap my lips around them.
“Interesting,” she murmured. “Your penis is responding to visual stimulus at least.” She took off her skirt and bent over, until her head was inches away from my dick. It twinged again.
“Are you expecting something from me?”
“I- I don’t know,” I replied. “Is this even legal? Surely there are ethical standards being breached right now.”
I could’ve sworn her nostrils flared, taking in the scent of my cock. My cock pulsed with excitement and a bead of clear liquid oozed out from the tip. She swirled the pad of her finger against it and I cried out in pleasure.”
“Government sanctioned, I’m afraid. No ethical violations for the sake of humanity’s future.”
She grabbed my shaft again and started pumping me. A violent surge of pleasure coursed through me, making me jolt up with pleasure.
“Oh, God..!”
“Interesting… I’m heterosexual, too. But there’s a physiological response. She reached under with her free hand between her legs and came back with glistening fingers. “At least your pheromones work as intended. I sniffed your penis to inhale an adequate amount of your pheromones. Suffice to say it has stimulated my body. I can feel the desire to reproduce growing within me.”
I swallowed as I looked down at her purple, damp panties. Some part of my brain wondered what her pussy would feel like. I so wanted her to shove those juice covered fingers into my mouth so I could taste her…
“Doctor Becker… It feels tight. Inside me.”
“That is your urge to ejaculate building. Don’t worry, Miss Hudson. I will help relieve you. You’ve given me a lot of useful data to analyse. It would be interesting to feel your penis inside of me, but duty demands that I gather a sample from you instead.”
She gripped my cock tighter and pumped hard. My own precum slicked over my shaft and her fingers. The room was filled with the sound of my moans as I lay there helpless as she milked me. I didn’t want the feeling to end, but I couldn’t ignore the building need to cum, either. Even worse, I felt the tingle of desire inside my pussy, too. God, I needed cock as well…
“Fascinating… The smell is pungent and simply overwhelming,” she said. “The longer I am exposed to your pheromones, the strong my urge to procreate becomes. It is becoming more difficult to focus.”
“I need to cum, so bad,” I begged.
“Maybe we can compromise.”
Suddenly, my cock was surrounded with a tight, wet heat as her mouth enveloped my cock.
“F-fuck!” I cried out at the new sensation. She groaned as her cheeks hollowed, bobbing her up and down, trying to work my dick deeper down her throat. My fingers curled into the bedsheets and my ass lifted up, driven by the need to chase that feeling.
So this was what a blowjob felt like. Now I understood why guys liked it so much.
“What an exceptional taste. It tingles on the tastebuds. There’s an addictive quality to your Cowper fluids. However, this may be a design flaw. We can’t have women being orally addicted to your semen, when it really should be used for fertilisation purposes. Unless you produce enough for everything.”
“Produce enough?”
Doctor Becker’s mouth closed over my tip again, her tongue slaked my tip and she gave out a long, breathy sigh.
There was a tight feeling in my nuts. As much as I hated the look of them, I couldn’t ignore the way they made me feel. It felt like a pressure was building in me and I desperately needed release. My body squirmed as her hand was a blur, milking me, pushing me to the edge.
“I think I need to c-cum..!” I cried out.
“Hold on a moment,” she said. With her free hand, she rummaged in the drawer beside the bed and fished out a plastic beaker. “Time to extract a sample.”
She aimed the empty container over my tip and pumped even harder. Pure need swelled within me, and my hips lifted itself, desperate to reach that release.
“C’mon, Miss Huston. Cum. I want you to cum with your beautiful feta cock.”
“S-something’s coming out..!” I cried. My abdominal muscles tensed as I felt a pressure surge up and explode into a climatic release. “Oh, fuck!”
A thick torrent of cum blasted forth, hitting the back of the container. Some ropes of it landed on Doctor Booker’s hand but she didn’t seem to mind. Her eyes were fixated on my cock, watching it spurt out cum uncontrollably. I moaned, each shot of cum sent a bolt of white hot pleasure through my entire body, fraying my nerves. It felt so fucking good. It seemed endless, quickly filling up the container. Doctor Booker quickly sealed it with a lid but my cock still shot out more cum, landing on my thighs and tummy.
“Perfect. It seems the implementation of the hyperspermia trait was a success, too. And we managed to extract a healthy sample.”
Spent, my body slumped back into the bed, gasping for air.
Then she leaned in and ran her tongue on my thighs, lapping up my cum. I shuddered as she kissed my tip, drawing out the remnants.
“It tastes amazing, too,” she purred. “We definitely have to reconsider the taste’s viability.”
I covered myself back up with the towel and sat up, suddenly feeling self conscious while the doctor started making notes, completely unperturbed about what just happened.
“So, what now?”
“You get on with your life, Miss Huston. Meanwhile I will be analysing the data you broadcast back to me. There’s a data chip implanted in your neck while you were in the transformation pod. Of course, that too would be removed on complete of your task. Not a difficult thing.”
“What kind of data do you want from me?”
“Everything. I shall contact you with what I need at any given time.”
I simply nodded, not really knowing what else to say.
Doctor Booker gathered her clothes and started for the door. “Please don’t hesitate to ask for anything while you’re under my care. And when you’re back to your everyday life, please make note that being a futanari is now a designated protected characteristic. You are free to conceal your condition or inform others. Either way would provide me with valuable sociological data. Now if you’ll excuse me.”
“Where are you going?”
“To masturbate,” she replied, in a very matter of fact tone. “Your semen is more potent than expected. I simply cannot ignore the need to relieve myself.”
I felt my face flush and the stirrings of an erection pulse to life, despite having just… ejaculated so much. The thought of this sexy, mature doctor touching herself excited me. I shook my head, trying to get those thoughts off my mind. There was so much to process.
All I can do is see how my life unfolds in the next few weeks.
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By Stasia Grey
#Bisexual #Incest #Mature #Trans
