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This story is based on the setting created by icedragonmo3 in their story The Blending. It contains lots of characters of intersex gender with exaggerated proportions, oral sex, huge cumshots and cum-sumption (heh), incestuous relationships, poly couples, and some initial hints of subconscious mind control. As with my other series, these characters are a blast to write for, and I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it.

As always, all persons participating in sexual activities or described in a sexual manner are at least 18 years of age.


I was in a very strange mood as I had several vials of blood drawn in the clinic’s lab. I wanted to know why my body wasn’t shifting into a blended genderform. I wished my best friends Tessa and Michiko were there with me. At that particular moment, however, I was still a bit shellshocked from being jerked off by my longtime physician and then by my mother to completion in front of said longtime physician. I had been so turned on I couldn’t think straight, and I came harder and longer than I ever had in my life. I was surprised I could stand upright afterwards, but I didn’t seem to have any problems as Mom and Dr. Morrison walked me over to the lab. They left me there as they went to report Dr. Morrison’s lapse of ethical judgment to her superiors, and eventually an older nurse named Trisha appeared and escorted me to the hotseat. I hoped Dr. Morrison wouldn’t get in too much trouble, but that was out of my hands.

Trisha was a hoot, and she asked me a few questions as she prepped her station. She had about 4 inches on me height-wise with the classic Nordic look (wavy blonde hair, pale blue eyes, sharp features), and she smelled less of hospital antiseptic and more of lavender hand soap. I was able to relax a little as we exchanged polite details. I suppose it was that bedside manner most medical professionals train in, but it helped calm me down and forget that I was possibly some kind of inhuman aberrant. As she started prepping me for the draw, she started sniffing the air.

“Sorry about that,” I said, “we had to leave so quickly, I didn’t get a chance to shower.”

“No worries,” Trisha responded, smiling, “I don’t mind it if you don’t. We’ll start the collection here in a bit. Tell me, what have you eaten in the last 12 hours?”

“A cup of coffee and a granola bar. Oh, and, uh…”

Trisha nodded in understanding. “Certainly. God, I love a man that swallows.”

I laughed at the vulgar comment right before my stomach growled audibly. “Sorry,” I said, “I’m used to having a bigger breakfast. I should go find something more filling later.”

“Yeah, you should,” Trisha responded, chuckling. I didn’t get it right away, and I leaned back and groaned in frustration when I did. I hadn’t realized how flirty that sounded, and I resolved to keep a lid on it as much as I could.

“I’m sorry, I’m a little out of it.” I felt a sharp poke in my arm as Trisha started the blood draw.

“That’s quite alright,” she said, “I’m sure this is all pretty terrifying, actually. Who did the honors, if you don’t mind my asking?”

I guessed Trisha must have been briefed by the doctors earlier. “My best friend, Tessa. Well, I think she’s my girlfriend now, but we haven’t really talked about it yet. Especially with our other best friend, they’ve been together for years now, and I don’t want to blunder in and damage their relationship… sorry, that’s probably more than you need.”

“Nah, I’m glad to hear you’re trying to think things through. How long has she been blended?”

“Oh, uh, hmm.” I had to think about it. “January, I think. Yeah, it was about two weeks before we realized we couldn’t hang out without them wanting to tear my clothes off, and that was the first week of February.”

“That must have been rough.” Trisha put a sympathetic hand over mine.

“It was alright at first, I saw them at school all the time, we usually had lunch, so forth, but summer break was pretty bad. Especially after I had to leave my summer job after the first day.” I was finding it extremely easy to talk to the nurse, things just came out unbidden. From the look on her face, she didn’t seem to mind.

“So last night was supposed to be your big night?”

“It was everything I’d hoped for, I loved every minute of it.”

“Was it just oral?”

“No, actually, she stamped my v-card front and back, as well. That was something else.”

“How so?”

“Well, I wasn’t really interested in that, and it hurt a lot when she started pushing in, but once my butt expanded for her and she really started pounding me, it didn’t feel like much? Like, I know it’s supposed to be amazing, but I got more out of knowing it was her and that she loved it than I did from the act itself? Does that make sense?”

“More than you might think,” Trisha said, with a weird faraway look in her eye. “When it was my turn to go through the change, my wife begged me to let her take my ass, and I was still deep in the ataşehir escort ‘no thanks, that’s gay, this is all disgusting’ phase. Of course, I had the benefit of decades of patriarchy and toxic masculinity to deal with, but the look on my wife’s face when she asked… I couldn’t say no. For me, it felt exactly the same when she finally drove home: the physical act wasn’t doing anything for me, but she was in heaven, and that was the sexiest thing ever. When she finally came, deep in my ass, it was so amazing, I came too, right in her face! And she hated facials! ‘God DAMMIT, Max!'”

I laughed with her, that was exactly how I felt when Tessa was deep inside me. It made me realize that I still had a few mental blocks to work through, but hearing that someone went through the same problems and came out just fine was reassuring.

“So, what do you think? About my situation?” I asked. Trisha tilted her head back and forth.

“I don’t know. I’ve never heard of someone not blending before. You think your girl was shooting blanks?”

“Is that even possible?”

“It shouldn’t be. I mean, that’s one logical conclusion, that she doesn’t have the right stuff for some weird biological reason, and you just need another donor.”

“Sold!” I said. “My other best friend is first in that line, but then it looks like the make-out king of Granite Hills is back on the job!” That was pretty encouraging.

“Of course,” Trisha said, as recognition appeared in her face, “you’re that Andrew Wayne. Ace, right?”

“Yes, ma’am.” I wondered how she knew who I was, but didn’t have long to wait.

“You go to school with my sister-in-law’s daughter. Tanya Peterson?”

“Yeah!” It was indeed a small world. I looked around conspiratorially. “How much have you heard?”

“Enough to know that you’re dangerous. Which brings me to the other alternative, unfortunately.”

I nodded, reaching the same conclusion. “It’s me.”

“Something about you interfering with the natural course of the process. We call it a virus and we could say that you have some sort of immunity, but it’s only shorthand. There’s still a lot we don’t know about it.”

I suddenly got the feeling that Trisha knew more about my situation than she let on. “…you’re not a nurse, are you?”

She shook her head and smiled. “Damn, I thought I’d have you fooled until Helena got back. Trisha Schneider.” She offered a hand and I shook it.

“I see you’ve met your specialist,” Dr. Morrison said, appearing with Mom right as we shook hands.

“He’s very mature for his age,” Dr. Schneider said, “and we’re about done here.”

“How did it go?” I asked Dr. Morrison, concerned for her continued status as my doctor/crush. Mom pursed her lips in an “aww” face.

“Ugh!” the good doctor said, throwing her hands up. “It’s like ethics goes right out the window when a uni turns 18! Uh, sorry, Ace.”

“Let me guess,” Dr. Schneider jumped in, “he’s of age, the contact stopped before it went too far, and he’s not willing to press charges?” She looked at me, and I nodded.

“I would have let her keep going if I thought I could get away with it, but my attorney mother was right there and she looked ready to sue this place into the ground.”

Mom looked surprised. “Wait, is that what you thought?”

“You were making the lawyer face!”

“Because your doctor was jerking you off instead of your mother!”

“Hey, let’s take this into my office before the grapevine gets ahold of it, hmm?” Dr. Schneider said, leading the way.


Dr. Schneider’s office was large enough to accommodate all of us, but a few minutes into our discussion, both Mom and Dr. Morrison each had a hand on my thighs without seeming to notice. Seeing this, Dr. Schneider banished them to Dr. Morrison’s office, setting up a video conference with them. While we waited for them to enter the conference, Dr. Schneider gave me a warm smile.

“We’re likely going to see a lot of each other as we work through this, so please call me Trisha.”

I nodded. “Forgive me if I forget, Mama raised her a polite son.”

“Noted.” I heard some beeps from Trisha’s computer, and I saw Mom and Dr. Morrison pop up together on the video feed.

“Alright,” Trisha started, “we’re going to be waiting on test results for a while, so I don’t see any reason to keep Ace here all day. We will need you back this afternoon, with Tessa?” She looked at me for confirmation, and I nodded. “We’ll run similar tests with her and see if her results indicate any obvious causes. However, we have a few things to address now. First, it’s clear that something happened: Ace hasn’t entered the expected regenerative process, but the fact that he has shown some physical changes overnight indicates some kind of reaction. What I’m mostly concerned about is this increased pheromonal response. Veronica, before today, have you ever wanted to perform sexual acts on your son?”

“Of course not! He’s my son!” Mom’s indignation was evident.

“Helena, kadıköy escort same question.”

“Absolutely not, it’s grossly inappropriate. Hell, I’ve known Ace since he was five, I’m practically an aunt.”

“Okay. Perfectly understandable. So, would either of you like to explain what drove you to stroke his young, hard cock until he spurted?”

“Trisha!” Dr. Morrison protested. “That’s disgusting!”

“Helena asked for a semen sample,” Mom said, “and I figured it would go faster if he had help!”

“Why not ask one of the nurses?” Trisha countered. “Why do it yourselves?”

As the lack of response turned into an awkward silence, I picked up on the line Trisha was following. The normal blended response to a unisex person was vastly increased sexual attraction, but that response never triggered between blood relatives. Further, Dr. Morrison was a consummate professional, and always had been.

“Oh, God,” I said quietly, “it’s totally me.”

Trisha looked at me with concern. “We don’t know that for sure, but it’s clear you are having a more powerful effect on blended people than has been observed in the past. We’re not done being awkward, though.” She turned to face me. “Same question, both for your mom and Dr. Morrison.”

“I mean, I don’t think that’s…”

“Don’t hedge, Ace, I need to know.”

This was not how I expected my second day of 18 to go. I was actively evading Trisha’s gaze, and I could feel my entire face burning.

“Andrew Jacob Wayne,” Mom said. That was all she needed to say, really.

“Ooof, the full name,” Dr. Morrison said with a chuckle.

“Okay! Maybe, maybe, I’ve had a crush on Dr. Morrison since I was 15.”

“Oh!” Dr. Morrison gasped.

“And your parents?” Trisha prompted. I sank about as far into the chair as I could.

“Oh wow,” Mom said.

“This is good to know, actually, it means these effects aren’t going both ways.” Trisha sounded very optimistic. I felt about as embarrassed as I could get. She thought for a moment, tapping her notepad with her pencil. “Alright, now we just wait on test results. You’ll need to be back here at 2:30, and we’ll go over what we’ve learned by then.” She turned to look at me directly. “Ace, I promise we’re going to do everything we can to figure out what’s going on, but for now, you’ve got some options. Option 1 is to go back into voluntary isolation, like you’ve been doing this summer. We can communicate with the high school, let them know what’s happening, and get you off the hook for a bit as far as that goes.”

The look on my face must have communicated how much I liked that idea.

“Option 2 is a little more intense, because it’s the complete opposite. You increase your exposure. You hang out with anyone and everyone you want, and you get crazy with them. Like I said before, you may just need a different donor to kick-start or restart the process.”

“Wait,” I interrupted, “if I’m putting out industrial strength pheromones, doesn’t that mean I’m coercing girls into getting with me? Because, honestly? I’d prefer isolation to that.”

Trisha smiled at me. “Good answer. So, yes, the response you’ll receive will be strong and immediate, but I think you can mitigate that somewhat. Helena, when you were examining Ace, what happened when he got your attention?”

“He sounded very concerned, and I realized that I was over the line almost immediately.”

“What about right before?”

“I wanted to make him squirt… oh!” Dr. Morrison seemed to realize something. “You think he can control it?”

“That’s a very direct way of putting it, but there may be something like that happening. We won’t know until we run more tests later. Ace, if you decide to have sex with anyone, it is your responsibility to make sure you talk with them first, let them know what’s going on, and get active consent. I suspect that will mitigate both your reservations and your partners’ apparent mindless submission. Other than that, we’ll see you in a few hours.”

“I’m going to discuss some things with Mrs. Wayne, we’ll be over shortly.” Dr. Morrison said, and the conference ended.

“Trisha,” I said, “you seem to be doing alright around me.”

“Noticed that, huh.” She smirked at me. “There’s a reason I’m pretty sure about the pheromonal response being a big part of this, and that’s because they don’t affect me nearly as much as everyone else.”

“How’s that?”

“I had a concussion when I was very young, and it fucked up my sense of smell. As it turns out, scent plays a big part in that response between blended and unis, but if you can’t really smell anything…”

“Oh, that sucks!” I responded. “Does food at least taste okay?”

“If it’s very well-seasoned, it’s fine, and thank you for your sympathy.”

“At least I don’t have to worry about you coming on to me.” I said offhandedly, to which Trisha started laughing.

“Guess again. I’m probably worse than everyone else, I want to fuck you on your own merits. The only reason bostancı escort bayan I’m not trying to kiss you right now is that my wife would be pissed I didn’t bring a tasty snack like you home to share.”

“That’s grossly inappropriate, Doctor.” I said, unconvincingly if I’m honest.

“Please,” Trisha said with a dismissive wave of her hand, “it takes a girlcock slut to know a girlcock slut.”

I shrugged. “Makes sense.”


CrimsonDemon: THAT’S CRAZY

ThinWhiteDuke: Tell me about it. I sure can’t go back to school, there would be a feeding frenzy.

DarkGoddess: lol no joke hot tho

CrimsonDemon: So, you’re going home now?

ThinWhiteDuke: Yeah, I’m going back this afternoon and they want Tessa with me to run some tests on her as well.

DarkGoddess: yeah we gonna give em a show ::eggplant emoji:: ::water droplets emoji::

ThinWhiteDuke: I’m sure that’s what we’re all hoping for.


The ride home was only slightly more awkward than the ride to the hospital. Mom clearly had something she wanted to say, but she stayed quiet. Eventually, I decided to goad it out of her.

“So, incest is… bad?”

Mom snorted. “It’s generally frowned upon in polite society, yes.”

“So… me being down for makeouts and blowjobs with you and Mama would be…”

She inhaled and exhaled a huge breath through her nose. “GROSSLY inappropriate.”

“Right.” I said, nodding.

We drove in silence for a little while longer, then Mom spoke up.

“We can’t do anything like that again, it’s wrong.” It sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than me.

“Of course,” I agreed. “Incest is a path to many experiences, some considered to be… unnatural.”

“Bad form!” Mom said, laughing. “Do not half-quote Star Wars at me!”

That broke the tension nicely, and we spent the rest of the ride overacting our way through Revenge of the Sith. When we got home, she was in the middle of shouting at me about having the high ground. She turned off the car, and we sat there for a moment, the tension returning almost immediately.

“We can’t do anything, and we need to tell Mama,” I repeated.

“Yes, of course,” Mom said, but there was a hitch in her voice that hadn’t been there previously. I glanced down and could easily tell she was rock hard.

“You should go take care of that,” I said.

“Yes, I should,” she replied. Neither of us moved. I knew the next thing I said would set the course for our relationship, whether as mother and son or something else.

“…unless you want me to take care of that?” I asked quietly. I put my hand over hers on the steering wheel, and she closed her eyes, taking slow breaths through her nose. I knew whatever magic pheromones I was putting out, she was rapidly inhaling.

“Andrew, I want it so badly,” she said. I could feel her starting to shake with desire, and I realized I wanted to help her more than anything. “I know I shouldn’t, but you’ve become such a wonderful young man, so loving and selfless, and I loved stroking you, it’s so wrong…”

I leaned over to within inches of her face and whispered. “Mom, you should go find Mama right now, because if you don’t, I’m going to lean over and swallow your cock, and I don’t think we’re ready for that yet.”

Without a second’s thought, Mom exited the car and bolted inside the house, and I leaned back in my seat, somehow exhausted from the effort of not making out with her right then and there. I decided to wait about 15 minutes before venturing in myself. I wouldn’t want to interrupt my parents at the moment for a host of reasons.


I did finally get a chance to shower, and it felt great. My parents were still enjoying their marital privileges, and from the sound of it, Mom told Mama all about what happened at the hospital and the car. At least, I inferred that from the screams of “Yeah, Ace, suck your mama’s big dick!”, so I’m glad I could help in my entirely indirect way. Mama had kindly made a few sandwiches for me before they got down to it, and I was in my room shirtless and munching on PB&J when there was a knock at my door.

“It’s open!” I said, expecting one or both of my parents to appear. I was surprised to see Michiko’s face peek through the door, her eyes set off by a smoky blue eye-shadow.

“Hi!” she said, “I heard I could get my dick sucked here?”

I laughed. “Certainly! Come on in!”

Michiko swept into my room, closing the door behind her. She had on her preferred style of sleeveless tank top, but was also wearing a knee-length skirt instead of her usual jeans or cargo shorts. Her long, black-brown hair was tied up and back into a pair of Chun-Li-style buns, tied off with white ribbon.

“Hey!” I said, putting the sandwich plate on my desk and sitting at the edge of my bed. “That’s a cute look!”

“Thank you!” she said, bowing gracefully. She looked at me, and immediately I noticed something off.

“Hey, what’s up?” I said, patting the bed next to me, and she sat down.

“Can I vent at you for a bit?”

“Of course.” Michiko leaned into my shoulder and I put an arm around her.

“You wouldn’t try to steal Tessa from me, right? Like, we’re going to be all three of us together?”

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