Writer's Note: This is a work of erotic fantasy, all characters and events are fictional. This series uses the term "futanari" to describe the main character, as a way of separating her from any real-world identities. The writer condemns the discrimination, tokenization, or fetishization of real-world trans and intersex people.
This is Number 2 in a series -- the Adventures of Penny Thompson -- and while each story is self-contained, they're best read in order.
It was an unseasonably warm Sunday afternoon mid autumn. Penny Thompson skipped down the street, heading to Dr. Grace Fellows' office, for the first day of her internship at the sex therapy clinic.
She was still harboring a crush on Dr. Grace, after her sexual encounter last week. What had started as a routine physical exam had turned into her first handjob, which had turned into her first lovemaking. She had given the doctor the greatest two orgasms of the older woman's life, and had been offered an internship on the spot.
What was wrong with this town? Couldn't a 19-year-old futanari walk down the street without being offered a job?
Her experience last week had been like a power-up for her self-confidence, and she had decided to make a concentrated effort to not hide her body as much. She wore her squeaky white sneakers, but had traded out her former
I-Don't-Want-To-Be-Looked-At
sweatpants and hoodie for a cute green summer dress decorated with little white flowers, which just barely covered her freckled thighs. Her penis -- which she nicknamed "Nine" for obvious reasons -- was currently small and soft, tucked snuggly in her tight little boy shorts.
She listened to one of her favorite songs on her headphones, humming along as she went.
"H-O-T T-O G-O! You can take me hot to go!"
She giggled and skipped up and down in time with the music, making her frizzy red hair dance. Today was going to be so exciting! Oh gosh, today was going to be so scary!
A bell hanging above the door tinkled as she entered Dr. Grace's office.
Mrs. Hamada looked up from the front desk with a broad grin. The receptionist was a chubby Asian woman in her mid-forties, with rosy cheeks and kind brown eyes. She had been reading an old paperback fantasy romance novel, the kind with a busty Elf maiden on the cover.
"Penny! Hi sweetie, we've been waiting for you!"
"Good morning, Mrs. Hamada!" Penny beamed. "How's it going?"
"Very well, thank you! But it's Marci, honey. No need to be so formal, we're going to get to know each other very well here at the clinic." The older woman had on her usual work outfit: A modest brown sweater, black pleated skirt, and a pair of open toed sandals. Her smooth black hair was up in a neat bun. "How is college going so far, dear?"
"Oh, classes don't start until Monday! I'm actually moving into my dorm room tomorrow, which is a little nerve wracking because I haven't met my roommate yet. I'm trying not to think about that too much though, I'm more nervous for my first day on the job here. Nervous, but excited!"
"Oh, we're all excited..." Mrs. Hamada smirked, sucking on the end of her pencil subconsciously. "Now, are you ready for some... hands-on learning?"
Penny nodded eagerly, and felt her penis jump slightly at the implication. "Yes ma'am!"
Mrs. Hamada stood up, her plump round ass swaying under her skirt as she walked around from behind the counter. "Let's see if Dr. Grace is ready for you."
Penny followed her back to Dr. Grace's therapy office. It was a cozy room, painted in calming pastels. There was an impressive hardwood desk with a computer and phone, a couple of comfortable leather chairs, and a King-sized bed in one corner, covered in red satin sheets and piled with pillows. There was another door near the bed, leading to a bathroom with a shower and linen closet.
Mrs. Hamada gently touched Penny's freckled arm, and then turned back to the reception area. "I'll be ready when you need me!" she said with a wink.
Dr. Grace was sitting in one of the overstuffed leather chairs, legs crossed, paging through a large notebook and making notes with a pen. She was dressed in her usual doctor's coat with a gray silk blouse under it, and a tight black pencil skirt with sheer black stockings. She looked up, her reading glasses sliding down her nose as she smiled. "Hello Penny, come on in. Make yourself comfortable, I just need to finish up these session notes."
Penny sat down in the other chair and took off her headphones. She bounced her leg up and down for a couple of minutes, until Dr. Grace closed her notebook and set it on the desk.
"So, Penny, as you know we're looking for your help in our sex therapy clinic," Dr. Grace began. "I have some clients that are not able to reach orgasm, despite intensive therapy, and I believe you could help them. They would be able to experience your body up close and benefit from your unique... gifts."
Penny giggled shyly. "I'm happy to help, Dr. Grace. And I just want you to know... I'm going to be an absolute professional. I'm not going to fall in love with any of the clients, I promise."
The doctor rolled her eyes. "Don't make promises you can't keep, young lady. If I recall correctly, you professed your love to me half-way through our first fuck. I suspect you have a lot of love to give."
Penny blushed furiously, but said nothing.
"Now, I'm going to have you work with Marci today. She'll be your... Proof of Concept, so to speak," Dr. Grace said.
"Oh- okay, sounds good." Penny said nervously.
The doctor leaned forward, stretching her arms over her head. The hem of her skirt raised just high enough that Penny could see a little peek of her thighs above her sheer stockings, causing Penny's heart to flutter.
Dr. Grace pressed the intercom button on the phone on her desk. "Mrs. Hamada, we're ready whenever you are." She turned back to Penny. "I know your first time meeting Marci was a bit embarrassing, but I hope that won't prevent you from enjoying your time with her today."
Penny groaned, remembering how the plump Asian woman had interrupted her in the middle of fucking Dr. Grace, and had accidentally been covered in Penny's cum.
"Mrs. Hamada has been my receptionist for many years," Dr. Grace said, "Before that she was one of my clients. She's a widow now, but even when she was married she had difficulty achieving orgasm. To tell the truth, I don't think she has ever truly cum. I worked with her for months, but was never able to help her."
Penny nodded sympathetically, but the ginger quickshot had a hard time imagining what it was like to not cum easily.
"And this is just between you and me, but Marci hasn't stopped talking about you since you left last week. I think she's quite taken with you after your brief... interaction, and is very excited to work with you."
There was a timid knock at the door, then Mrs. Hamada entered. She came over and gave Dr. Grace a big hug from the side, pressing her huge breasts into the doctor's arm. "Thank you so much, Grace! I really appreciate this. Hi again, Penny." She beamed shyly at the young freckled redhead.
Dr. Grace smiled. "My pleasure, Marci. You've been such a good friend to me these many years. I hope we'll be able to return the favor. Penny is eager to give it the old college try."
Penny felt her heart beat faster, as blood began rushing to her nether regions. She stood up, and fidgeted nervously with her hands. Damn her dress for not having pockets!
Marci grinned at Penny, then turned back to the doctor. "So, what do you want me to do? How should we start?"
Dr. Grace chuckled. She stood up and walked over to Penny, patting her on the shoulder. "This is your show, Penny. What did you have in mind for this session?"
Penny's mouth dropped open, as unsure as the proverbial dog that had finally caught the mail truck. "Umm... well... I guess I thought maybe I could... start by giving Mrs. Hamada... Marci... a back massage? Or something? When my mom is stressed out my dad gives her a foot rub, and she seems to enjoy it a lot..."
Dr. Grace smiled patiently. "Oh Penny, I'm still surprised by how someone with such a large cock can be so innocent. That's very sweet, but I think you'll need to take a more direct approach." She kissed Penny on the cheek, and then reached down to rub her cock through her dress.
It twitched and grew with the doctor's touch, creating an obscene tent in her summer dress. "Not every part of you is so innocent, eh?" the doctor sneered.
Penny was a bundle of nerves, but Nine was ready and reporting for duty. She turned away from Dr. Grace and her wandering hand, and made eye contact with Marci. "Okay... Let's do this thing!" she said with what she hoped sounded like confidence.
Marci clapped her hands, her cheeks flushing pink. "Oh, this is going to be fun!"
Penny took a step toward Marci, her hands on the buttons of her green dress. "Would you like to... umm... sit on the bed and get comfortable, while I get undressed?"