Side Story 1: A Forbidden Puzzle Called "Chimera," and Taboos in Everyday Life

A sweltering afternoon on June 5th

Since that stormy night, a strange tacit understanding has developed between Lao Wang and me. And that bio-armor called "Succubus" seems to have unlocked more insane functions as my desires have been aroused.

"Modular deconstruction"—this function, originally designed to adapt to different environments, has now become a toy for me to explore the limits of my body.

【Part 1: The G-cup hidden under the hoodie and the vanished genitals】*

Two o'clock in the afternoon, in the lecture hall.

The bald professor on the podium was lecturing on the dry subject of "Business Ethics." The air conditioning was on full blast, but I felt like I was sweating all over.

I sat in the corner of the back row, wearing an oversized gray hooded sweatshirt. It was very inappropriate, considering it was early summer and the temperature was 30 degrees Celsius outside. But I had to wear it because beneath that oversized sweatshirt lay a woman's body in heat.

Yes, I'm currently in a "puzzle" state.

My head is male, my hands are male, and my voice is male. But beneath the hoodie, my chest boasts a pair of heavy G-cup breasts; and beneath the jeans, my male organs have disappeared, replaced by a plump, moist female valley.

"Hmm..."

I shifted my sitting position slightly and immediately felt a jolt of electricity run down my spine.

I wasn't wearing a bra. My enormous breasts hung freely inside my hoodie, swaying slightly with my movements. My incredibly sensitive nipples rubbed directly against the rough cotton lining, each scrape of the fabric feeling like a flirtation. Gravity pulled at the skin of my chest, the throbbing sensation constantly reminding me: I am now a half-male, half-female monster.

Even more dangerous is the lower body.

In pursuit of excitement, I didn't even wear underwear and just put on jeans.

There was a raised seam in the middle of the rough denim fabric, and that seam was stuck tightly between my swollen and engorged labia.

"Hey, why are you squirming around like that? Do you have hemorrhoids?"

Old Wang next to me was twirling a pen when he suddenly turned his head and glanced at me. There was a hint of mockery in his eyes; clearly, even without me saying anything, he had a vague idea of ​​what I was up to.

"No... the chair is too hard." I lowered my voice, my Adam's apple bobbing.

Old Wang chuckled mischievously, then suddenly reached his hand under the table, pretending to stretch, but instead gently patted my outside thigh.

"Don't move, the professor is watching this side."

His large, warm hands pressed against my thigh through my jeans.

In that instant, my body reacted violently.

"uh-huh……!"

I bit my lip hard to keep the groan from escaping my throat.

Because of that one slap, the hard seam of the jeans cut deep into my unguarded, wet, and soft vagina, directly grinding over my most sensitive clitoris.

The illusion of being "violated" in a serious classroom made me instantly break down.

A large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out uncontrollably. I could clearly feel a warm current flowing down my inner thighs, and the crotch of my jeans instantly became wet and sticky.

"Why is your face so red?" Old Wang asked knowingly, leaning closer and even giving me a mischievous glance at my chest. "And... isn't there a little bulge here?"

He wasn't referring to pectoral muscles, but rather to the soft flesh that made the hoodie form a subtle curve.

"Shut up." I glared at him in embarrassment and anger, but I had **** but to squeeze my legs together and use the muscles on the inside of my thighs to rub the soaked fabric, trying to relieve the excruciating itch.

I spent the entire afternoon in this purgatory of "being tormented by nipple friction above and **** by jeans below." When I stood up to leave the classroom, I didn't even dare to walk too fast, afraid that someone would see the dark water stain on my pants.

【Part 2: The penis imprisoned by white stockings and the "futa" in front of the mirror】

I had a uneventful day of classes, and finally evening arrived.

I fled back to my luxury apartment, impatiently locked the door, and drew the curtains.

It's time to let loose. But tonight, I want to do something a little more exciting.

I stood in front of the full-length mirror and started the leather item's control program.

[Instruction confirmed: Full body feminized coverage. Exception: Reproductive system retains male characteristics.]

After a fluid-like sensation, a stunningly beautiful woman appeared in the mirror.

She had long, silver hair, delicate features, a slender waist, and long, beautiful legs. However, between her legs stood a thick, bulging male penis.

This is a blasphemous aesthetic with a strong visual impact.

I took out a pair of ultra-thin white glossy pantyhose that I bought this week. The material of these pantyhose is very smooth and highly translucent, making it feel like my skin is being highlighted.

I slowly rolled up the stockings and slipped them over my toes.

When the stockings are pulled up over the calves and knees, finally reaching the top of the thighs, the main event begins.

Instead of hiding the penis, I deliberately kept it erect and then forcibly wrapped it with stockings.

"Ah...it's so tight...it's going to break..."

The extremely thin stockings possessed an astonishing binding ****. They tightly constricted the engorged member, pressing it against the pubic bone and forcibly altering its angle. The glans, pressed against the nylon fabric of the stockings, was slightly deformed, displaying a lascivious purplish-red hue, faintly visible through the white, semi-transparent stockings.

I looked at myself in the mirror.

Her upper body was that of a delicate succubus, cradling her G-cup breasts with her hands, her eyes glazed over; but her lower body was like that of a wild beast, her penis, imprisoned by stockings, hardened by the restraint, trembling with each heartbeat.

"Is this... what it feels like to be a Futanari?"

I stretched out my slender hands, painted with green nail polish, and grasped my penis through my stockings.

That feeling was absolutely intoxicating.

What the palm of the hand felt was the hard, burning heat of male desire; while the penis felt the soft, boneless touch of the woman's hand and the silky smooth friction of the stockings.

"Ouch... No... It's too slippery..."

I started to manipulate it quickly.

The stockings were incredibly smooth, and combined with the delicate feel of the leather hands, each up-and-down motion felt like giving my penis an **** polish. And because of the stockings' tightness, the glans was constantly being squeezed, making it extremely sensitive.

"Ah...haa...look at me...look at this monster..."

I looked in the mirror and watched the silver-haired beauty open her cherry-like mouth and make a woman's seductive moaning sound, but her hands were doing the most masculine thing.

I increased the pressure, and my other hand wasn't idle either, frantically kneading the flesh of my breasts, digging my nails into my areolas, using pain to stimulate pleasure.

"I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum inside the stockings!"

Pleasure surged like a tsunami.

"Pfft—!"

With a violent spasm, the semen erupted.

But because the stockings were tightly constricting his penis, the semen couldn't be ejaculated and was instead squeezed into the narrow space between the stockings and the glans. The hot, cloudy liquid instantly spread out, soaking the white stockings and glistening with a lewd sheen under the light.

The scalding liquid enveloping the glans, the warm sensation of it unable to flow out, became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

"Ughh ...

My legs went weak, and I knelt down in front of the mirror, my whole body still trembling.

Looking at the silver-haired "Futa" slumped on the ground in the mirror, his legs a mess, I stuck out my tongue and licked my lips.

The potential of this body is simply unfathomable.

How about I try to see Lao Wang like this tomorrow...?

Imagining Old Wang's shocked yet excited expression when he saw me lift my skirt to reveal this enormous thing encased in stockings, my body actually produced a shameful reaction again.

This crazy second life of mine, I can't turn back now.