Hey there! This story has been percolating inside my head in one form or another for several years now. The idea of a being with fluid genders fascinates and arouses me. Fair Warning: There is a brush with incest in this segment. It may or may not be re-visited at a later date, all depends on how the story grows There may be more or similarly themed stories yet to come. Grins I'm rightly nervous this being the first erotic story I've penned knowing I was going to let others cast their eyes upon it. Yes, I know it is short, that's because my own stalk was ridged and dripping as I wrote. I hope you like it!
Yours in lies that tell strange truths, Vercri
The Flowering Tree
Crispan knew he wasn't an ordinary child. His mother was a nature witch; she performed healings, assisted in childbirth, cast for the fertility of wives, livestock and land. But most of all, she listened. She listened to the land, to the people and the animals around her. Listened for when they needed help or when they needed more to rest and replenish themselves.
She tutored Crispan in all that she knew, and encouraged her visiting colleagues and those who came to her house at the edge of the woods to pay for some of her work by teaching her child.
But her child was no more ordinary than his mother. For this witch had lain with a spirit of the land who found it amusing to wear flesh. When she gave birth to her child she found it bore hair like the darkest green pine needles, skin dark as mahogany and eyes of amber brightness. And then there was the matter of what was between her child's legs. A scarlet cleft in his scrotum hid a shallow vagina. As her child grew older, she noticed his genitals would fluctuate ever so subtly, the little stalk slimming and shortening while the flower bloomed. The flower furled as the stalk elongated and thickened. Not much, but it made her worry as the day of true blossoming came closer.
She tried her best to make Crispan comfortable with the ways he was special, warning him that even though he had the gift of a solid astral form, he not wander too far or too long in it, lest his body weaken. A few times a year, she took deep into the forest to speak with his father.
Then one day, shortly after Crispan's thirteenth year, it happened. Crispan was visiting with his father; heat seemed to flow through his limbs. as his father approached, His hips broadened and the stalk of his manhood dwindled, his secret flower bursting open and dripping with juices, Crispan's shit filled and tore with breasts that bloomed suddenly upon her chest, rigid nipples scraping against the fabric.
The forest lord scented Crispan upon the air, his huge cock becoming rampant.
Crispan scented the primal maleness and virility wafting from her father's sex and her flower engorged even more, shrouding her former penis until only the cherry-sized glans poked above the lips of her blossom. Her clothes, torn by such changes, displayed her undergarments, sodden with juices.
The forest lord shook his head, fighting the terrible pull of his child's bursting promise of fecundity. A ripple passed over the forest lord as he became the Lady of the wood. A slower shudder passed through Crispan as her father's burning masculinity became a well of lush femininity. Her blossom shrank and furled her hips narrowed and her breasts shrank. Crispan's stalk erupted from its repose, swelling into thick rigid root crowned with a hooded plum verging toward becoming a peach. His shoulders broadened and his muscles swelled.
"F--Father?!" Crispan's voice was tangled with confusion and passion.
"No, you cannot do this yet, you would lose yourself in it," The Lady of the Wood replied, and vanished.
Crispan's moans brought his mother to him. She watched as he dwindled back from rampant manhood to slender androgyny the huge hooded sex and weighty bull balls dwindling back into the split plum and modest stalk.
"Mother? Mother, What's happening to me?!" His body ached fiercely, both with the changes and the thwarted desire.