All Chapters of THE CHOSEN OFFERING: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

"Wow," Elise said, looking at me. Their attention was turning me on, "You have a hot body, Mina.""Thanks," I said and blushed. Even as I did I felt what was becoming a familiar feeling and I noticed that, once again, I was hard."Not just your penis, I mean it doesn't look gross on you or anything, but you are very pretty," Dara said, staring at me with her eyes on fire."Well let me see you guys too," I said, "Fair is fair." The girls looked at one another and shrugged their shoulders and quickly began pulled their clothes off and leaving them in near piles on the floor. They had small, 32-A breasts. Their curves were clearly defined and they had had cute puffy little nipples. Their pubic region was shaved and their tiny, hard penises looked absolutely cute. In only a few seconds we were all standing around naked."You guys are hot!" I said and they smiled at me. We all got a little bit bashful then. What were we doing? This day was too weird for words."Did you...taste the stuff th

"Some of the girls have opted for the same surgery which transgendered people get. The penis doesn't appear to grow back, but it is too early to tell for sure," she explained but I could hardly think about it. She was so professional; I doubt she knew what she was doing to me."Ok," I said in a breathy voice, my nipples were hard now and I felt rigid in my body."There are risks associated though," she said, "Several of the girls who have had this done have completely ceased to have sensation in their restructured vaginas afterwards. Furthermore, there is no longer a clitoris. Do you know what that is?""Yes," I nearly moaned."Well if you get it removed, it can seriously impair the pleasurable aspects of sex. Now I know this is hard to hear, but... that's strange," she said. I looked down. Her hands were frozen, one near my anus and the other on my balls. My hands were firmly gripping the sides of the bed."What's wrong?" I asked."There appears to be some irritation around your anus

But that is like, way easier said than done. After that day, I could tell by the way she looked at me that whatever affect my cum had had on Dr. Marta was still in effect. But she tried to be professional. I mean I could see her stare at my body, I knew that she was smelling my perfume when we were close, but she never acted on it. Lucy was a different story. Whenever she saw me alone, she would try to kiss me and reach between my legs. She would tell me that she loved me and ask me to stay over at her house at night. I was a flyer on the cheerleading squad, and anytime I was in the air, I could feel her eyes going up my skirt, trying to see my bulge (even though she knew that I taped my cock down, very hard, so that no one would ever notice). I always tried to be gentle; I didn't want to hurt her feelings. But I was always clear. Of course, I could never say it to Lucy, but it was the hardest thing I ever did, to push her away. Her body was so lovely, her smile was so dazzling, and h

It was like this every time. I would get so incredibly horny that I had to masturbate. And I would do it and it was be crazy. I'd do things I'd never consider when I didn't have an erection. And then I'd cum and after I ate up my cum, I'd feel awkward and confused by what I'd done. I'd feel a little ashamed. But it would all happen again. But I didn't have time to worry now, in fact, I was at a place where maybe I would be able to find a cure for this problem. So I got up and ran to the bathroom and cleaned myself off so that I could go to the convention.**Meeting a Curious Pharmaceutical Rep***I decided that, since I was going to a convention with other women in my condition, I'd dress more comfortably than usual. Instead of a pair of pants and tape, I threw on a comfortable, black pencil skirt. I put on a conservative red button-up blouse and left a little cleavage showing. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I looked older, and sophisticated. The look I was going for. I stepped

"Hey listen," she said, "you don't have to talk to me if you don't want to. And don't think I don't empathize with you. I mean, that's a weird deal you got there. But...you know it will be bad for you no matter what. At least if we keep working at it, your experience will help someone else. I mean, if we isolate the parts that took care of your cancer, then you are helping to save lives right now." And that actually made sense. I didn't like it, but it made sense."Okay, what do you want to know?" I asked. She started to ask questions. How increased was my sex drive? How big was my penis? Did it look like a man's penis? What effect did my sperm have? And on and on and on and on. I tried to whisper, I didn't want anyone to overhear. Angie was discreet as well. And it felt good to talk, to explain what I was feeling to someone, especially someone who was pretty and respectful. Someone who was unfailingly professional and didn't bat an eye when I described some of the actions on that fir