Shark Girls and Tiger Sharks

You tell Izma you’re curious; you’ve seen shark-girls before, but you’ve never seen one quite like her before. Are there a lot other shark herms like her?

Izma tilts her head to the side, “Oh, no... all shark herms are called tigersharks,” she says. “A nickname on account of the stripes... though, from the way some of the locals giggle, I think there’s an innuendo in the name somewhere. We’re a little sub-species among the sharks, a whole group of herms. The ones who were closest to the chemical bloom when the pollution started underwent a change, just like I did.” Inquisitively, you ask if the change was in response to them originally being boys and men? Or was it just a matter of sheer concentrated chemicals and so there were women who grew cocks as well as men who became half-women?

“Um...” Izma says, rubbing her temples as she tries to remember exactly what happened. “When I was there... yeah, there were some men and some women who underwent the change. We were all shocked but... well, the endowments were certainly pleasing.”

So, both genders became herms. The obvious question fills the space between you. Was Izma originally a boy? Or a girl?

She gives you a giggle and leans over. “Why? Would it bother you either way?” You swat her on the nose lightly by way of response. Still, you can’t resist commenting how odd it is that only those men who were struck directly by the concentrated poisons kept something of their masculinity, with all the others turning completely into girls. One would have thought it made more sense for the concentrated stuff to fully gender-bend them and the diluted stuff to only partially feminize them, leaving them as herms.

“I’m not all that sure on the nature of the chemicals, but I think they’re designed expressly to make people into herms,” she replies. “The more dilute chemicals just affected peoples' minds and genitalia.”

Puzzled, you ask her; then why do herms seem to be so rare? You haven’t seen any hermaphroditic sharks other than Izma herself; all of the other shark people you’ve met have been girls. Doesn’t that mean that most of the men were turned into shark-girls?

Izma bites her lip. “The males are mostly... chained up,” she explains. “Nobody’s sure why, but, when the taint hit, all the males became not only a lot bigger and stronger, but VERY aggressive, and consumed by a state of constant rut. They’re ultra-fertile, but they’re certainly rough when they get going... they make the female sharks you’ve met look like goblins with tummy-aches.”

You shake your head in disbelief; she sighs and her voice cracks a little as she continues. “But... the worst thing is that all of the sharks are so far gone that none of them seem to really know who they’re chaining up or who’s chaining them... who those people USED to be.” She gives a sigh and removes her glasses, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand.

A grim thought takes shape and you ask if Izma and her people are forced to chain up their male children alongside the former men of their village. “Shark-men don’t seem to occur naturally,” she replies, “there hasn’t been a boy shark born to a shark-girl or a tigershark ever since we were all transformed. There are special shark tablets that can make people into shark-men but... well, it’s a fate I wouldn’t wish on anyone.”

Hesitantly, you ask if tigersharks like Izma can breed - and if they can, is their condition inheritable? Or can they only sire or bear more shark-girls? She nods. “Yeah, we can breed - both in the sense of bearing and siring offspring, and in the sense you’re talking about. We’re not ultra-fertile like the shark-men, but we can - and do - get the job done, and we do both father and give birth to more tigersharks. Honestly, there’re more second and third generation tigersharks than there are first generation. They’re born less frequently than the normal girls are, but not exceptionally so - maybe about 4 in 10, not something like 1 in 10 or 1 in 100.”

You thank Izma for talking to you, insisting that you didn’t mean to hurt her by probing such painful memories. She smiles warmly at you and hugs you tight. “It’s okay. It... it feels nice to be able to share that information with someone,” she says, giving you a small kiss as she slips her glasses back on.

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You ask Izma if she wouldn’t mind answering a personal question. The pretty tigershark gives you a warm smile in response. “What’s with the shyness? I don’t think we have anything to hide from each other at this point,” she teases. You tell her you’re curious about her family; does she remember them at all? Are they still around - does she have any brothers or sisters? Or maybe she’s got a few children she hasn’t told you about?

“Well, let’s see,” the tigershark begins, “my parents are still around, but we don’t keep in contact much, since they really gave into their instincts. And my dad’s a tigershark like me now, so it’s a little weird to be around... 'him'.” At the idea of children she gives a chuckle. “Oh no. I’ve had many partners, of course, but I always make sure to give 'em birth control. Having kids is something I want to save for... someone special.” She looks at you, smiling warmly. You return her smile at that last statement, but then the preceding sentence sinks in and you blink in surprise; does that mean that her dad has given birth? She blushes and stammers, “N-no... of course not. At least I... I don’t think so.”

You thank her for telling you such personal things. As you get ready to walk away, though, you stop and turn back to her. She mentioned wanting kids with 'someone special'. Out of curiosity, you ask what sort of family she wants for herself.

“Guess it depends what giving birth is like,” she replies, winking. “Though I certainly don’t plan on being some goblin breeder.” Whereupon she sticks her tongue out at you. You laugh, asking if she’s saying she’s not opposed to being the one to get pregnant. She cocks her head as if the idea hadn’t occurred to her to find anything strange about it. You clarify that you were asking if Izma objects to having to carry children herself, since she’s got a perfectly functional set of male genitalia.

“Oh, nah. Pfft, as if that’s a challenge,” she says. It’s interesting to see how Izma, as a hermaphrodite, thinks of herself when it comes to the most basic of gender roles. She scratches her chin in thought. “Well, sexually, I’m more accustomed to my penis, since it’s a bit easier to dominate with and the lake life seems to fixate on it. But for you, I’ll use whichever you want.”

You could just leave it at this, or you could try flirting with Izma - you might get more than you bargained for if you did that, though. Which will you do?

[FLIRT]

You smile at Izma and tell her you appreciate the offer and that you think she’ll be beautiful whether she becomes a mommy or a daddy. In fact, the mental image of her heavily pregnant, her huge cock barely able to poke past her baby-filled belly, her DD-cups full of milk, watching as she waddles around the camp, is a very attractive one. She smirks at you . “ You’re such a perv.” But she glances between her legs and sees her massive cock poking out of her skirt. “Though, you do paint a rather vivid image with words...”

Smiling back, you ask about her mental image of you being pregnant with her babies. “Um...” She trails off. “That’s kinda weird, man... I’m not sure the god in charge of this world would allow something like that. It seems too silly.”