Fallacies' Story Snippets: Miscellaneous Captions [11/10/17]

Story by fallacies

Since I'm apparently incapable of focusing on anything long-term outside of work, I've decided to start a thread for short story posts. Hopefully, I'll be able to continue these, and expand them into something more. Please comment with suggestions and so forth, particularly related to plot or sexual content you'd like to see; they really help. Also, apologies if present content is less than titillating.

Enforcement

As a first post, this is an unofficial continuation inspired by The Enforced Butterfly by Lubba, which is a fantastic story about women receiving cock transplants. Unfortunately, the author's original story is only three chapters long, and is either open-ended in its conclusion or abandoned. This is an attempt to expand the setting, though I'm probably not getting everything right.

Without intending to, Dr. Miriam Inglis let out a loud moan -- arching her back against the leather padding of her office chair as she ejaculated over the face of the woman kneeling between her legs.

It was unprofessional, she knew. Based on past experience, it was a few sessions too early to be engaging in this sort of contact with a patient, since the hold of the suggestions planted within the woman's mind over the course of her consultation process wasn't yet entirely reliable. Still, Nadine Somerset had a fine, fine body, and Miriam wasn't so unyielding in her ethics that she refused to mix business with pleasure.

Nadine -- or, more properly, Mrs. Joseph Somerset -- was possessed of the sort of ageless beauty that Miriam had envied as a girl. Somewhere between dirty blonde and honey brunette, the slender woman had a fair, clear complexion free of blemishes, and well-proportioned D-cups -- still pert and not at all sagging, despite the fact that she led a primarily sedentary lifestyle, and was already thirty-eight. She didn't look her age at all, in Miriam's honest opinion. Without reference to personal information or medical records, the doctor would've placed the woman in her early to mid-twenties at most, even given the housewifeish, motherly aura she exuded in her normal state.

'Not that she's being particularly motherly right now,' thought Miriam, watching as the woman greedily cleared the semen about her lips with the tip of her tongue.

"Like what you see?" the doctor asked aloud.

"It's so much larger than my husband's," said Nadine. "And this much cum ..."

"The quantity of fluid that I'm producing is fairly commonplace," Miriam replied. "As to the size ... In my case, the organ provider was already around nine inches to begin with -- but if you're interested in something larger than your donor's natural length and girth, we have post-operative endocrine treatments that can be specifically tailored to your needs."

Stroking the base of Miriam's cock, Nadine traced her fingers over the obvious scars that separated Miriam's naturally pale skin-tone from the ebony black of her acquired masculinity.

"Are the scars always so obvious?" she asked.

"I liked the idea of the contrast," Miriam replied, brushing her fingers through Nadine's hair. "But when I'm personally conducting the operation, there typically isn't any visible scarring, even if the skin-tone is somewhat different. It'll look as if you were born with a cock."

The slightly glazed expression on Nadine's face turned to awe, as if she'd received some sort of divine revelation.

"How soon can I schedule the operation?" she asked.

Miriam allowed herself to smile. Not even six weeks ago, Nadine Somerset had been perfectly secure in her heterosexuality -- strictly faithful to her comatose husband, and worried sick over his alleged neural trauma. The pheromones certainly did work quickly.

"I'll see if I can free up some time next week," she replied.

---

Dinner was at Augustine's, a fancy place that overlooked Central Park. It wasn't really an occasion, but being a posh Brit and an Oxford graduate, Jeannette's tastes had always run more toward the expensive side than Miriam's. By now, though, Miriam was used to it, and had selected a strapless black dress that wasn't so trashy as to embarrass.

"You really shouldn't be taking so many risks with Somerset," Jeannette softly admonished, sipping her wine. "You know as well as I do that psychology isn't as cut-and-dry a science as medicine. We've been positioning ourselves for this opportunity for over a year now, and I truly don't relish the prospect of restarting from scratch."

"Australia went well enough, though," said Miriam, cutting into her steak. "Thirty-six months of observation, and no surprising developments in any of the eighteen subjects. The suggestions haven't unraveled, and there haven't been any instances of tissue r

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