Gender Swap at the Virility Clinic (Gender Swap Menage and Medical Femdom Humiliation Erotica)
Romance, Erotica
| Author: | Nina Nauheim | ISBN: | 9781310867446 |
| Publisher: | Nina Nauheim | Publication: | December 11, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Nina Nauheim |
| ISBN: | 9781310867446 |
| Publisher: | Nina Nauheim |
| Publication: | December 11, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Sam Busch's wife of one year still isn't pregnant, and after several doctor's visits of her own she's had the nerve to suggest he get his manhood checked out. More than a little resentful, he makes an appointment to prove to his wife that he's not the problem. But when the beautiful and domineering Dr. Naomi Quail begins to size him up with a humiliating medical exam, she comes to a very different conclusion about his manhood.
As if he's looking for trouble, Sam laughs off her assessment and tells her he shouldn't have bothered asking a woman doctor in the first place. That's when Dr. Quail decides to teach him a little firsthand lesson - in the form of a gender swap treatment - and have a couple of her colleagues step in to show him what real men can do with a woman's body. Sam becomes Sammy, voluptuous and helplessly horny, just in time for Dr. Quail's strapping male coworkers to show up and spread this new patient over the nearest exam table, all while Dr. Quail and the nurses watch.
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, femdom humiliation, feminization gender swap, medical examination, bimbofication and the use of potent aphrodisiacs, public and rough group sex, sexual manipulation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.
Excerpt
She pushed into the door second from the end and I followed her into a small white room with an exam table against one wall and a desk opposite. She set the clipboard down as I paused on the threshold.
"Come in and sit down," she said without looking around at me as she arranged some papers on the desk.
I took a couple steps and leaned lightly against the side of the exam table, my legs crossed. The rubber cushion was stiff and unyielding to the touch. I pushed at it with a finger, trying not to look uncomfortable.
I turned my eyes up to see her looking at me. Her look was evaluatory, as though she were capable of taking in all of me and everything about who and what I was in the space of a few, considered moments. I felt a slight flush come into my cheeks.
Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread's Double Session at the Fertility Clinic with full consent of the original author.
Sam Busch's wife of one year still isn't pregnant, and after several doctor's visits of her own she's had the nerve to suggest he get his manhood checked out. More than a little resentful, he makes an appointment to prove to his wife that he's not the problem. But when the beautiful and domineering Dr. Naomi Quail begins to size him up with a humiliating medical exam, she comes to a very different conclusion about his manhood.
As if he's looking for trouble, Sam laughs off her assessment and tells her he shouldn't have bothered asking a woman doctor in the first place. That's when Dr. Quail decides to teach him a little firsthand lesson - in the form of a gender swap treatment - and have a couple of her colleagues step in to show him what real men can do with a woman's body. Sam becomes Sammy, voluptuous and helplessly horny, just in time for Dr. Quail's strapping male coworkers to show up and spread this new patient over the nearest exam table, all while Dr. Quail and the nurses watch.
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, femdom humiliation, feminization gender swap, medical examination, bimbofication and the use of potent aphrodisiacs, public and rough group sex, sexual manipulation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.
Excerpt
She pushed into the door second from the end and I followed her into a small white room with an exam table against one wall and a desk opposite. She set the clipboard down as I paused on the threshold.
"Come in and sit down," she said without looking around at me as she arranged some papers on the desk.
I took a couple steps and leaned lightly against the side of the exam table, my legs crossed. The rubber cushion was stiff and unyielding to the touch. I pushed at it with a finger, trying not to look uncomfortable.
I turned my eyes up to see her looking at me. Her look was evaluatory, as though she were capable of taking in all of me and everything about who and what I was in the space of a few, considered moments. I felt a slight flush come into my cheeks.
Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread's Double Session at the Fertility Clinic with full consent of the original author.
