“Mariah, you’re going to take this bone and do exactly what I tell you to with it,” said Mark, holding the bone out to his little sister, who smiled sweetly and took the bone from him.
“First off, I want to be better hung,” he said. “Make my dick ten inches long.” The bone throbbed in Mariah’s hand and Mark’s dick crew another three inches. “Good, and now make it an inch and a half thick.” He’d heard of people who had thicker cocks than that, but the idea never appealed to him. It seemed like overcompensation, probably for brains in his opinion, and seemed like it would hurt the girls as well.
Mark smiled as his dick thickened. “Good,” he said. “Now, turn me into a hermaphrodite. Leave my cock and mind as is, but make my hair straight and silky, and have it fall down to my ass. Give me 36D breasts, a perfect hourglass figure, creamy skin, exotic sapphire eyes, perfect facial features, long and supple legs, and delicate arms. Oh, and give me perfect 20-20 vision.”
The bone throbbed as Mariah smiled as she fulfilled her brother’s wish. Mark felt the change in his body as he removed his glasses, and within a minute, stood before his mother, sister, and Jane as a beautiful and well-hung hermaphrodite.
“Wonderful,” he—she—said. “Hmmm, but my voice wasn’t really changed. Give the bone to mom.” Mariah did as told. “Mom, I want the voice of a perfect female seductress, irresistible to both men and women, even straight women. And finish up the areas Mariah missed. Aside from my cock and mind, I want to be one-hundred percent woman.” The bone throbbed, taking affect as Kathryn wished it under her son-turned-hermaphrodite’s instructions.
“Mmmm, good,” said Mark. “Now remove my inhibitions against sex with men, that way I can go ahead and fuck or suck a cock if I want too.” Not that Mark intended to be sucking any man’s cock ever, but he could think of ways such inhibitions could get in his way in the future. “Now, hand the bone back.”
Kathryn handed the bone back to her oldest child, who smiled.
“Now, everyone who has ever seen me remembers me as I am now, and believes my name is and has always been Michelle,” said Mark, now transformed into Michelle. “But only the three of you know that I’m a hermaphrodite.” Michelle and her three slaves giggled.
“Now, it’s your turn,” said Michelle, grinning wickedly. |