Thanksgiving with Doris (futa on female)

Story by jokermon

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Thanksgiving with Doris

A short story by J.K. Ermon (jokermon)

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This is a work of erotic fantasy fiction for the entertainment of adults only. Everything in this story is imaginary and is not meant to represent any real-life people, events, or medical conditions. It contains explicit futanari (hermaphrodite) content. If that’s not your thing, or if reading this type of material is unlawful where you reside, don’t read it. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years of age or older, even if it seems otherwise for dramatic or narrative purposes. Please enjoy this story responsibly and do not repost without permission. This story is copyright©2025 J.K. Ermon.

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Taken from Broadpoles, December 1957

Dear Broadpoles,

I’m a University of Kansas co-ed Freshman who works part-time as a waitress here in Lawrence. I grew up in Seattle, so Hag-bred women were a big surprise when I moved here. I can still remember how shocked I was the first time I saw women in sporrans calmly pushing around grocery carts at the supermarket. None of the other shoppers even cared!

I work evenings at a small diner. The only other waitress on the late shift is a full-timer named Doris. She’s a pretty redhead with a great figure. I got a big surprise at the end of my first day when we were changing in the ladies’ locker: Doris wasn’t wearing a bra or panties, and as soon as she took off her uniform dress, a long, pink and fat penis plopped out!

I gasped and my face got as hot as a boiled tomato. Part of our uniforms were big-pocketed waist aprons, always bulky with order pads and cleaning cloths; there was never any indication of her big secret while she worked.

Doris had the prettiest hazel eyes. They went all wide and sympathetic when she took in my shock.

“Lester didn’t tell you?” Lester is our spotty-faced manager, the night cook, and the absentee owner’s son. He’s also a creep.

I gulped and shook my head. I couldn’t stop staring at her penis. It was uncircumcised, smooth, and absurdly pretty. Not to mention huge. With big shiny balls to match. Her naked breasts were even more impressive in the flesh, with big protruding nipples, but in that moment all I could see was that great big wang.

“It’s nothing to be afraid of, sweetheart. I don’t do anything bad with it. Everybody says I got a nice-looking one.” She struck a pose with her hip cocked. “Whaddeya think?”

I was overwhelmed. Doris’s big boobies, swooped-in waist, and perfect skin all took my breath away. None of the girls on the pep squad back home could hold a candle to her. That, plus her big noodle, made for a very disconcerting package.

“It’s very...big. Could you cover it up, please?”

“Oh, sure honey.”

Doris threw on her street clothes and then buckled on a sporran. Hers was a tan one, with a leather-worked floral pattern. “All better?”

I nodded, relieved.

Lester was waiting for us outside. “So, didja get a good look at what Doris is packin’?” he cackled at me.

Doris shook a finger at him. “That was mean, Lester. You should have told her I’m Hag-bred.”

“Guess I forgot,” he snickered.

“You know your father made me promise to tell him if you misbehave. You know I have to keep my promises.”

He immediately got all whiny. “No need for that, jeez. It was just a joke.”

“Valerie didn’t think it was funny and I don’t, either.”

“I’m sorry, jeez.”

“Okay. Just...be nicer. Okay, Les? I know you can. You’re not a bad guy.”

“Thanks,” he muttered.

“You know what I mean.” As she spoke to him, her voice went through so many different beats it made me dizzy. At first her tone was sternly maternal, then like a supportive older sister, and now, lastly, seductive. She played all these different notes with the effortless mastery of a concert pianist. “Are you gonna be at Curly’s, tomorrow? I’m doing a show.”

He looked down sullenly. “You know I can’t go there. My dad’s friends go there.”

“Oh, honey.” To my surprise, Doris leaned over and whispered something in his ear. Whatever she said, it brightened him right up.

“Yeah?” he asked. He looked hopeful, but a little cautious.

She put her finger on his lips. “Yes. You have my word. Now scoot, without another word, or the deal’s off.”

Lester turned and hustled out of there. I was impressed at how well she handled him. The creeps and gropers that I had to deal with never seemed to take the hint.

It was a windy night, so Doris insisted on driving me home. We climbed into her old Ford pick-up, which was another change from Seattle. Everyone seemed to drive a truck in La

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