A solution to your 'Condition'

Every once in a while, random genetics makes a mistake. However many millennia ago, one of those mistakes had created the hermaphrodite genders in your species. Another mistake seemed to pop up in roughly every couple hundred hermaphrodites, and had simply been labeled 'the condition'. This condition, when found in masculine hermaphrodites, had the effect of shrinking their cocks into a 'micro-penis' and loosening their folds until it felt like throwing a flashlight in a cave. It also lowered their sex drive considerably and created a set of pheromones that repulses potential partners. When found in feminine hermaphrodites, well...

Your cock was massive even by futanari standards, at just shy of thirteen inches, and was nearly as thick as your sword handle. Your pussy was so damn small that even sticking the second knuckle of your pinky finger in was uncomfortable. With your increased attractiveness, and horniness, you had been **** to keep a shell to protect yourself from others, and others from you. That shell had been one of the things that had lead to you being one of the greatest generals alive.

Your magical advisor, Leandra, had discovered your condition on accident, but it had been easy enough to convince her to keep your secret. She happened to be a bit of size-queen, and a little bit of **** later, you were out one of your V-cards, and she was blissfully asleep. What followed was an arrangement that was agreeable to you both, and that lead to a bit of campwide gossip.

You had lost all hope at ever losing your other virginity long ago. With your size it simply wasn't going to happen. That was, until you had met Doe. With her small stature, and equally small member, you finally had a glimmer of hope. It was going to take some work, and no small amount of charm, but you were confident that she was going to be the first one inside of you.