Highland Park
Story by fallacies
Synopsis:
Jennifer Hyde decides to seek professional help before the endocrine condition that she's concealed from her husband destroys her marriage and her life. Unfortunately, the cure that she finds isn't what she expected ...
General Tags:
transformation, female-to-futa (female-to-shemale?), dick growth, cheating, incest
Chapters:
Cast
Jennifer Hyde (nee Anders) - Age: 34; Sex: Futa; Cock: 16 Inches
The heroine, a normal American housewife. Roughly half a year prior to the story, she became afflicted with an endocrine condition known as Tertiary Clitorophallic Virilization Syndrome (TCVS). As a result, she has become sexually unresponsive to her husband.
Jonathan Hyde - Age: 35; Sex: Male; Cock: 5 Inches
Jennifer's loving husband. Chief Auditor of an electronics manufacturing company. Frequently travels overseas to visit his firm's factories.
Timothy Hyde - Age: 15; Sex: Male; Cock: 4 Inches
Jennifer's son. A good boy with very upright morals. Recently, he's been going to church with his girlfriend's family, become a little unyielding in his thinking.
Samantha Hyde - Age: 12; Sex: Female?
Jennifer's daughter. An inquisitive, curious girl.
Jessica Colgen - Age: 15; Sex: Female?
Timothy's girlfriend. A good, religious girl. She's promised to preserve her virginity until she and Timothy are married.
Michelle Killian - Age: 28, Sex: Futa; Cock: 12 Inches
An obstetrician and gynecologist with a doctorate in clinical research, recognized in academia as an authority on Tertiary Clitorophallic Virilization Syndrome. Pursued research into the topic because she herself suffers from the disorder. Younger-looking than she actually is, she was a prodigy that graduated medical school at age 17. Operates a low-cost Ob/Gyn clinic as a charitable cause in her free time.
Andrea Shannon - Age: 25, Sex: Futa; Cock: 14 Inches
Michelle's nurse and personal assistant. A muscular young woman who favors going commando. Despite her appearance and choice of attire, she's actually a licensed medical practitioner.
Tonight as well, the sensation of his cock inside my pussy was uncomfortably tight.
It was odd, because his organ was still the same size it had always been -- 5 inches long, not very wide. Probably, it was a side-effect of the swelling that I'd been feeling recently; an effect of this strange affliction that had so rapidly worn away at my enjoyment of sex. Even now, with him grinding his cock against the rough location of my G-spot, I felt nothing within me beside the unpleasant pressure of skin against skin in mineral lubricant.
"I'm- I'm gonna cum," he said.
I faked a desperate moaning as he accelerated, pounding his way toward orgasm. Then, with a groan, he ejaculated, filling my womb with the tepid warmth of his semen. Half-collapsing and breathing heavily, he pushed himself off of my body and flopped on to his back, smiling at me like a puppy -- always as eager to please as he'd been since our marriage, years ago.
"How was that?" he asked.
Repulsive, I wanted to say -- but I didn't want to hurt him. Instead, I smiled.
"It was wonderful, honey," I replied. "I'll want to shower again before I sleep, though. I feel all sticky."
He nodded, and I gently pulled myself from the embrace of his arm. Stepping into the bathroom, I locked the door, and squat down on the small plastic stool outside the bathtub. I turned on the water, and without waiting for it to warm, I spread my legs and brought the shower head to my pussy -- scooping semen from within my birth canal using my fingers.
'Get it out,' I thought. 'Get this shit out of my body.'
I've come to hate the feeling of my husband's semen inside me. According to my gynecologist, this is some sort of psychological reaction commonly associated with my condition. Setting the shower head in its holder and turning off the water, though, I couldn't help but feel guilty.
'What's wrong with me?' I asked myself, leaning my torso forward and closing my eyes. 'Jonathan doesn't deserve this.'
//
The clinic of the specialist that I'd been referred to was in a bad district in the outskirts of the city. 'Affordable Same Day Abortions,' said the sign on the front of the run-down building. 'Confidential Women's Health Services.' I really wasn't sure I wanted to be here.
Opening the door to a flight of stairs, I warily eyed the glass jars that lined the shelves on either side. Within, the corpses of small fetuses floated unmoving in murky preservation fluid. My instincts urged me to leave and never look back.
Involuntarily, I shivered, but I firmed my resolve and proceeded up the steps. I needed this condition to be treated, and tasteless decoration wasn't going to get in the way of that.
The dusty waiting area on the second floor looked as if it hadn't been renovated since the 1950's. The lights were on, an
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