Mia eyed up a particular plastic bag and dropped it in your lap.
“This one could be fun, I think. Read it!”
You carefully grab the gel filled bag, noting it’s pinkish tint and the outline of the well endowed pair contained within.
CONTENTS: BALLSACK. HISPANIC ORIGIN. SIZE: AVERAGE. STANDARD PRODUCTION. SENSITIVE. HAIR GROWTH: NONE. FERTILITY LOW / NONE. GENDER: FEMALE.’
“A Female ballsack? Huh. Wonder what the story is.” you chuckled.
ADDITIONAL NOTES: BALLSACK IS A RESULT OF PROLONGED ATTACHMENT TO MULTIPLE SUCCESSIVE TRANSGENDER CLIENTS. ORIGINAL OWNER UNKNOWN, BUT REGISTERED AS IN TRANSITION. TESTICLES APPEAR FEMINISED AND PRODUCE BOTH MASCULINE AND FEMININE HORMONES. VIABLE SPERM SHOW GENES OF BOTH ORIGINAL MALE BODY AND MULTIPLE ORIGINALLY FEMALE BODY CLIENTS.
“Well that is a story” you remarked, studying the journey of this pair of girly balls which apparently have been attached to so many over the years.
“Tell me about it!” Mia replied, getting off the bed and kneeling to gain access to it’s proposed resting place. “I think this must have belonged to a Transwoman first off, and then they must have traded it to a Trans man and then it somehow got passed along from one person to another and ended up lost.”
“You sure this’ll be safe? For me I mean.” You replies hesitantly. “I’m no doctor but …”
“… but you’ll be fine.” Mia reassured, placing her tender hands either side of your lap. “Everyone always talks about gurl cum tasting better, and besides it probably won’t hurt to have a bit more girl in you to balance things out.”
Mia grips your briefs and pulls them to your ankles, revealing an embarrassed but proud dick and a snug sack. She smiles to herself.
“I doubt that thing will be affected at all!” she says, slapping it up so it exposes the balls below. “Even if it does change, we’ve got a bunch of other manly balls here we can put on to cancel it out. So don’t be so scared. Enjoy it!”
She gently took the package from your hands and unsealed it, reaching in to grasp the squishy moist sack contained within.
“You know what the best part is?” Mia giggles, presenting it to your view. The balls were soft, hairless and hefty in her hands, but that wasn’t what drew her eyes. Tattooed across the pendulous sack and both pristine orbs was the phrase ‘GIRL JUICE’ surrounded with hearts and kisses.
“I love this. It’s so fitting, since it’s going to help make juice for me!”
Before you could even register a question about what that tattoo could even mean, Mia had already gripped your dick, pulled it out of the way and nestled the new sack in front of your old balls.
It hit like thunder. What could only be described as years of pent up confusing kink flooded your body as your crotch buckled and strained to connect to its newest body part. A soothing, confusing wave followed by spikes of primal urgency washed out from those orbs of Girl Juice and flowed in your pipes down your cock, causing a trickle of mixed pre to leak already into a steady stream and dollop like clear droopy cream onto Mia’s waiting fingertip. Even as she drew it to her lips to have a taste, you were distracted. Whose cum was she tasting? Did you even care that a hot woman was sitting there? What would it be like to be the hot woman sitting there, not having a dick? What if she had the balls and you didn’t?
“Not bad for a first batch, but I’ll wait to see what else brews up. The taste is so sweet, but it’s kinda runny. Not sure how much of the good stuff is actually in this.” Mia mused, swishing your seed - well someone’s seed - on her tongue.
It was hard to recognize though. Any other time you’d be horny after seeing a Woman do that, but right now … you couldn’t even tell if you liked your cock, even as other dormant feelings surfaced from the new throbbing mass below. It’s joy of finally being on a body clashed with the idea of belonging to a girl, as conflicted Identity pressure grew in your new tattooed scrotum while all the old experiences from all the old former hosts flooded at once. Were you a girly boy girl? A boyish girl boy? Was it you even thinking all this or was it your new balls doing all the work?
Your mind was hazy for a moment, until suddenly …