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I walk along the dull concrete walkway leading to the apartment door. My nerves are running on overdrive, although it would be a bit more like fuzz with how chaotic they are. I haven’t told you yet that I’m a bit…different from most other girls. However, sometimes you also seem a bit hesitant to take it to the next level. But that doesn’t matter now. After dating you for over six weeks, I’m going to press the issue on to you whether you like it or not…as if you had much of a choice to begin with.

I come up to the door and give it a set of knocks.

“The door’s unlocked,” I hear you shout, albeit muffled through the thick wood standing in front of me. I twist the knob and open the door to see you in your beautiful form sitting in your wheelchair. You’re parked beside the couch, ready for the movie night that’s in store. You’re wearing a blue t-shirt and some sewn sweat shorts, hiding your missing shoulders and what little remains of your legs.

“Hey Joseph. Ready for movie night?”

You take the little straws between your lips manipulate your breathing to meet me at the door. It must feel weird finally spending a date night with me, only the two of us together. Reading your face, I can see you’re nervous, like the news report somehow warned of an impending earthquake. Feelings are mutual between us, but tonight should be a lot of fun.

“Hey, Julie. I think you know that I’m down.” I can see you trying to sit tall in your chair, your sleeves drooping down to your sides thanks to the deep slopes of missing shoulders. It honestly kinda makes your neck look elongated like a worm. Granted, you’re my little worm now. I lean down and unbuckle you out of your wheelchair, giving you a kiss on the cheek as I pick you up. I bring you over to the couch and set you down, looking to the coffee table covered with DVDs. If for some reason none of them catch our attention, Netflix is available as an option.

“Any ideas on what to watch?” I ask.

“Good question. What are you in the mood for? Action, romance, maybe a bit of horror? I’ll protect you if you get scared.” I giggle as you smile at your little quip.

“I don’t know. Have you ever seen Jaws?”

“Oh, a bit old school there. I keep meaning to get around to it but never found the time. Eh, fuck it. Why not?”

“Alright, let’s get it in the DVD player and start watching.”

“I feel like there’s a good shark attack joke involving me, but I have no idea what it is,” you say. I smile as I trade a glance at your tiny body.

“I bet there is,” I respond, taking the remote off the table and hitting play. I never get tired of this film as it opens on the iconic theme. I see you tremble a bit in fear as the first woman gets attacked, ripped into pieces as she’s dragged across the water before finally being taken under. You look up to me, hoping for some sense of comfort. I respond by picking you up and giving a nice kiss on the lips, my breasts squishing against your chest. After an hour of blatant disregard for human life by politicians and countless people dying to a single shark, the film becomes background noise to our sensual make out session, our mouths mingling with the electric static of love.

I slip off your shirt, finally revealing the tender scars along your atrophied shoulders. Even though it’s been a few years since you’ve been in this state, they’re still extremely sensitive. You said you originally went to the hospital after your flu bout never really got better, and you started vomiting profusely. As it turned out, it was a bad infection, but you never knew that since you were in a coma by then. Surgery was the only option to save your life, leading to your rather cute and light state.

I can tell that your extremely nervous about this, with there being this certain flange to your facial expression. It’s some sort of hybrid mixture of happiness and anxiety. Although for rather obvious reasons, I’m the dominant one in this situation, even if I haven’t been the most open and dry with you. I’ve told you a great deal of the truth since I met you at the care center, but there are a couple of things I’ve left clouded and distorted.

I slip off my shirt, revealing my generous breasts contained within a lace bra. You start break from my lips and move along my neck, trying to get down to my beautiful boobs. I can see you straining, hypnotized by my breasts but unable to reach them, or do much of anything. If you still had any muscles in your shoulders, I’d imagine they would be twitching and trying to grasp them. I finally break the kissing session, our eyes locked as we catch our breath.

“Do you want to move to somewhere a bit more comfortable?” I ask, with so much lust in my eyes a chorus of angels would be tempted to join in.

“Yeah, desperately,” you say. Even as you smile your sense of anxiety hasn’t disappeared. “But, um…” I lift you up and our mouths connect again as I bring you into the bedroom, the movie now long forgotten as they start the USS Indianapolis story. I set you on the bed before I pounce on you like a rabid mountain lion, providing kisses along your body as I move down lower.

I watch as you squirm as much as you can in your pitiful state. I can read though that some of it is growing neuroticism as I move my eyes down to your crotch, which is missing its bulge?

“Is something wrong?” I ask concerned. I continue to move down and bite the hem of your shorts and start to pull them off.

“Julie. Wait…”

“Julie, Wait…” By the time the words reach my ears, your shorts are already off, and my jaw is on the floor. “I…haven’t told you everything about…my injuries.” I’m just dumbfounded at what I’m currently seeing. The leg stumps I was expecting, with a bit flesh marked with a scar line making up each hip, barely sticking out of your pelvis. But where I would expect a dick and balls to be I only see…balls. There’s no sign that there was ever a penis there besides the scars across it the little protrusion sticking out of where it should be. Whatever was once there, though, it was pretty big judging by the size of the bit of gnarled flesh that’s left.

“Uh,” I’m stunned. “Is this what you wanted to talk about?” Both of our cheeks are beet red, with yours looking like they could explode.

“Julie, I’m sorry. I never told that when I was sick, the last infection took more than just the rest of my limbs.” I can see the franticness in your body as you’re squirming across the bed with each sentence. “I’m sorry, I should’ve told you sooner. I…I was just so shocked that a girl would be into someone with a body like mine. I was afraid if I told you I couldn’t satisfy you,” you pause, looking away and shutting your eyes as if to hold back some tears. “You would have left me.”

I truly don’t know what to say. Those last five words a replaying in my head infinitely like a tape stuck in a video player. I pick you up and pull you into my chest, hugging and compressing you with all the force that you can’t provide. After a few minutes like this, I break the hug and hold you face to face.

“Joseph, it’s okay.” I bring a hand up to your face, brushing your cheek. “I would never leave you over something like this. Besides, I…haven’t been quite honest, myself.”

“What do you mean?’ you ask, and I can hear the relief in your voice as the neuroticism switches places from you to me. I set you down the bed so I can better undress myself, unclasping my bra to finally release my beautiful D-cup boobs. I watch as your balls twitch in agony, an obvious sign you’re enjoying the little strip tease, no matter how much pain it’s causing you. I slide down my jeans so I’m just in my pink lace panties. A pair of panties that doesn’t help hide the bulge down there. Your eyes widen and look as if they’re going to pop out of your skull as you finally realize what I’ve been hiding.

“I’m transgender.” I feel so anxious as the words come out of my mouth. “I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while, but I’ve just been so nervous. I was waiting for the right time, but that time never came until now, I guess.” I let out a nervous chuckle. “You’re just so sweet and caring. I would never leave you for the world, but I can’t keep lying to you.” I slide down my panties to free the clean shaven, eight-inch cut cock and a healthy set of balls that was trapped with the soft cloth enclosure. I see your eyes widen even more, and it feels like lasers are going to shoot out like your Superman or something. I feel it twitch a bit, still flaccid even after all of the make out session from earlier.

“Well,” you pause. “I…I’ve never been with anyone that has…that set of equipment before.” You let out a nervous chuckle, in sheer disbelief and worry of its size. “But I’m not exactly normal though, am I?” We both laugh, whether at your little quip or at the absurdity of the situation we’ll never know. “Though, the doctors have told me I might never be able to orgasm again. But I’ve never had anyone willing to help me.”

I reach down and pick you back up within my arms, with one hand fondling your balls as you moan, desperate for some sort of form of release.

“Listen, we can certainly try. I’m going to warn you now, though, it’ll probably involve my dick in your ass.” You start to laugh a bit, until you see the expression on my face as it begins quiet to a giggle.

“Wait, you’re serious?”

“Yes, I’m very serious.”

“Well…I guess I have to get used to ‘different’ sex, huh?”

“Yes, you probably will. Even without your penis, you can still get some sort of pleasure by teasing your prostate, which will involve a little anal invasion. I don’t know if it will work, but there’s no reason not to give it the old college try. However,” we both look down my dick. “My little tool does need a bit of a wakeup.”

I reposition you so my flaccid cock dangles in front of your face. I can see you’re a bit a nervous as you raise your head and rub your nose and cheek along the shaft. I shudder a bit. It feels so different than what I’m used to, but I’m in love with it. I can feel it starting to harden and I watch as you get more comfortable and prideful with each pass of your face. I set you on your side and position myself, so my dick is at your face, and your dickless balls are in mine.

“Go slow, please,” you say hesitantly. “This is new for me.”

“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll make this easy for both of us.”

You slowly and hesitantly take the head of my cock within your mouth.

You gag a little bit as my massive cock invades your throat. Admittedly, you’ve adapted quickly to giving blowjobs, as you breathe through your nose and start to experiment a bit with using your tongue along the sensitive head and shaft. I moan and shudder as you pleasure my love rod better than many of the guys (and girls) I’ve dated in the past. I, in return, begin licking the smooth sack and sucking on your balls, watching your legs stumps twitch with arousal.

I start to move lower down your body and begin to lick your taint. You slowly start to relax a bit and start to take more of my shaft within the walls of your throat. I can hear your muffled moans of enjoyment as I pleasure your lone cockless balls with my dick just past halfway down your throat. I continue to move higher up and lick the sensitive skin that lines your anus, hoping to give it a little bit a lubrication as I stick a finger in your asshole.

I probe around, trying to find your prostate. I eventually find it, putting a second finger into your ass and apply more pressure to it. I can tell that you’re enjoying though, judging by how much harder you’re sucking my cock now and how much louder your moans have become. I begin to take more control and thrust into your mouth, feeling the throes of an orgasm coming…but not yet. I slip my cock out of your mouth and reposition myself after our little spooning. You’re panting a bit from the pleasure and finally getting a break from my rod being in your mouth.

“Whatever you were doing there,” you finally get out through your heavy breathing. “That was amazing.”

“Good,” I say, letting out a smile on face. “Because I think you know what’s next.” I get up and head back into the living room, grabbing a bottle of lube out of my purse. I walk back into you squirming and your eyes wide open. I can tell that a state of panic has taken over you.

“Wait, maybe we shouldn’t do this,” you say with a sense of peril in your voice. “I mean you’re huge, and it’s my first time.”

“Listen, I’m going to make this as easy as possible for you. I’m going to use the whole bottle, okay?”

I dump the bottle on my dick and lather it around, picking you up and using what’s left on my hands on your asshole. I slip my fingers in to make sure it’s as slick as butter before picking you up. I look to the spot where your dick once resided. The flesh around your urethra has swollen and is throbbing from all the pleasure you’ve received.

“This may hurt for a second, but I want you to relax.” I move in for a kiss as I aim my cock at your asshole, the head probing at your throbbing anus. I start to push in, and you kiss harder in response.

“Holy shit, it feels like you’re ripping me in hahh, ahh”

It takes a minute due how tight your virgin asshole is, but eventually my entire dick is inside of you. I usually can’t ever get this deep into someone, but most of the time there are legs in the way.

I finally break the kiss and see that your eyes have starting watering. It makes me wonder how much your shoulders would’ve twitched if there were any muscles or bones you could move in them.

“See babe? That wasn’t so bad. Now, it’s going to feel amazing.”

I begin to thrust very slowly, looking to make sure what had started as pain has turned into pleasure. I watch your face contort, unable to process all the new sensations you’re currently experiencing. You’re practically screaming with each time my cock moves along the walls of your asshole, teasing your lone prostate. I give you one of my beautiful tits to suck on, hoping it will help distract you and help keep you stimulated. You suck on it harder, almost biting it, and I can’t help but groan from the new source of arousing ecstasy.

“Please,” you break away from sucking my nipple. “Touch down there while your fuck me, please?”

I’m more than happy enough to oblige and begin to vigorously rub the flesh along your nonexistent dick. I don’t know how, but your screams and moans have seemingly boosted in volume, and I can feel your prostate move and your ass tighten. I see a little bit of precum spilling from the hole where cock once resided, and watch it pulsate. I nearly collapse as I see it, feeling the throes of an orgasm starting to take control.

“Oh fuck. Julie don’t stop!” you scream.

“I’m about to explode.”

I feel your asshole constrict even more around my dick. As we both scream, I see cum spurting out of your little hole like lava erupting from a volcano. My hand slathers it across your body as I continue to rub it, each pulsation bringing even more semen than the last. I finally feel my rod constrict and I explode in your asshole, filling you with my own seed. After about a minute, our orgasms die down as I continue to fuck you because I don’t want the sensations to stop. I slow down until I finally pull my cock from your ass, collapsing on the bed beside you. I can see your eyes have started to tear up again, but not from sadness, fear, or pain. I can tell, these are tears of joy.

“I…I came,” you finally get out. “My god, Julie, I came. For the first time in three years, I came.”

“I knew you could do it,” I say, wrapping my arms around you and pulling you in like a giant stuffed animal. “I told you it wouldn’t be so bad; you just needed a little help.” I run my finger along your face and move it down across the scar line on your left shoulder. I see you wince a bit, so I bring you in for a kiss.

“Would you want to do this again?”

“Fuck, if it makes me cum again, then hell yeah! You can fuck me every night!”

“That’s great, honey.” I grab a boob and let you take it in your mouth. “I’ll fuck you every chance I can. However, you’ll have to give me a bit of pleasure if you want to cum again.”

I pick you up and place your head beside my softening dick, currently in a mess of lube and semen. You quickly force it in your mouth as I grab your butt, teasing the fleshy mounds of your hips and glutes. Even as I feel the urge to sleep begin to take over, I can’t help but sit and enjoy this.

You may have lost some gear, but you’ve become someone else’s, and I could get used to you sucking my own piece of equipment.