With a pathetic sniffle, Vivian slowly lowered her hands, revealing the shocking appendage – a surprisingly thick, vein-ridged cock nearly six inches long, nestled impossibly between her ten-year-old thighs.
"Ah!" Angela gasped, hand flying to her mouth, her knees buckling slightly. She staggered back a step, catching herself on the edge of the vanity. "Mommy…" Vivian whimpered again, playing the terrified child perfectly.
"Th-this… This isn't possible…" Angela muttered, eyes wide with disbelief, fixed on the impossible sight in the bathtub. Her daughter was a girl. She knew that. She'd seen the birth certificate, held her tiny baby girl… what the hell was this?
"Mommy?" Vivian's small voice trembled.
"Huh? Oh!" Angela snapped back to the present. "Am… Am I sick?" Vivian asked, big tears rolling down her cheeks now.
Seeing her daughter's genuine-looking fear, Angela forced down her own panic. "Shh, no, sweetie, of course not. It's okay. Don't be scared."
"But… but why do I have… this?" Vivian gestured vaguely downwards.
"Let Mommy see. Just stay calm." Taking a deep breath, Angela summoned her courage, reaching out a visibly trembling hand towards the fleshy intrusion, needing to confirm it was real. Her fingertips brushed against the tip. It was warm. Solid. Real.
"Ah!" A tiny sound escaped Angela's lips as a strange tingle shot up her arm. She snatched her hand back reflexively. "What's wrong?" Vivian asked innocently.
"Uh… N-nothing…" Angela stammered. What was that? "Don't worry, sweetie," she said, forcing a reassuring tone. "Tell Mommy what happened. Mommy's here. It's okay."
"It's just… just when Mommy touched it… it felt kinda… kinda good…" Vivian confessed, blushing furiously.
Angela's brain stalled for a second. Good? Pushing aside the mountain of questions, she focused on her daughter. "Okay, Vivi. Can you spread your legs for me? Let Mommy take a closer look."
"Okay." Vivian obediently parted her knees, fully displaying the undeniably male equipment – penis and scrotum – incongruously attached to her little girl's body.
"How… how can this be?" Angela whispered, still reeling.
"Mommy, it just… earlier… I was hugging you and smelling how nice you smell… and suddenly… poof! It just… grew."
"It grew?"
"Yeah!" To demonstrate, Vivian concentrated. Slowly, unnervingly, the penis and testicles began to recede, shrinking, drawing back into her body, the skin smoothing over until, unbelievably, a normal-looking, pink little vulva took its place. "Ngh… Mommy, this feels weird too now…" she whined, then visibly relaxed, and just as smoothly, the male anatomy reappeared, springing back to full erection.
Angela stared, mouth agape, eyes wide with horrified fascination. The transformation was seamless, biological impossibly fluid. Her brain simply couldn't process it.
"Mommy… Am I… am I a monster?" Vivian asked, tears brimming again.
"No! Of course not, baby, no!" Angela reacted instantly, maternal instinct overriding everything else, though her mind was still a chaotic mess.
"But this…" Vivian gestured downwards again. "I'm scared…"
"Shh, shh, it's okay. Mommy's here." Angela leaned over the tub, pulling Vivian into a tight hug, her cheek pressed against Vivian's wet hair. She tried to avert her eyes from the impossible appendage resting against her daughter's belly, but somehow, her gaze kept drifting back down. As she watched, horrified and fascinated, the penis gave a distinct little jump. She looked up at Vivian's face. Flushed cheeks, heavy-lidded eyes glazed with… was that…? Oh god, her daughter looked aroused. This was so, so wrong on every conceivable level.
Before Angela could even begin to figure out what to do, Vivian snuggled closer. "Mommy, holding you feels better," she whispered. "Can… Can you… Can you touch it again? Like you did before? Please?"
"What? Vivi, no, I can't…"
"Pleeeeease, Mommy?" Vivian turned on the full force of her practiced puppy-dog eyes and trembling lower lip. What parent could resist that? Especially when coupled with such a bizarre, frightening situation?
Numbly, almost automatically, Angela's hand moved, hesitated, then closed tentatively around the hard shaft. It throbbed in her grip, unnervingly hot and alive. She began to stroke, slowly, hesitantly.
"Ahhh…" A soft sigh escaped Vivian's lips, her head lolling back against the porcelain tub.
Seeing her daughter's apparent relief, Angela made a decision. Deal with the impossible later. Right now, her child was scared and… aroused? And needed help. She firmed her grip, transitioning from tentative pats to a steadier, smoother up-and-down motion. If Vivian were older, Angela rationalized frantically, this would be unthinkable. But she's just a baby, she doesn't understand, she doesn't know how to handle this… strange… impulse. If she didn't help, what would Vivian do?
"Ah… Mommy… Yes… F-faster… please…"
Angela didn't answer verbally, but her hand sped up instinctively, her knuckles brushing against Vivian's damp skin.
"Nngh… Mommy… talk to me… I wanna hear your voice…"
"Oh, you cheeky little thing," Angela murmured, a flicker of wry amusement cutting through the shock. Some things were innate, apparently. This strange new… ability… clearly came with instincts George would recognise. Taking another steadying breath, she leaned closer, her lips near Vivian's ear. "Shh, okay, sweetie. Good girl, Vivi… Mommy's here…" She whispered reassurances, punctuated by a soft puff of air against Vivian's sensitive earlobe.
"Mmm… Mommy… More… Talk more… Please…" As she pleaded, Vivian's free hand snaked up, boldly cupping Angela's heavy breast through the thin fabric of her sundress.
"Ah!" Angela gasped, startled by the direct touch.
"Yes! Like that! Make that sound again!" Vivian urged breathlessly, her fingers squeezing gently. "Please, Mommy? Make the 'ah' sound for me?"
"You little pervert," Angela muttered, though there was no heat in it. She opened her lips hesitantly. "Ah…" It came out strained, embarrassed.
"More… Keep going… Nnngh…"
Angela pushed past the awkwardness. Her initial revulsion towards Vivian's impossible anatomy was fading, replaced by a weird mix of maternal duty and… something else she didn't dare examine. Solving this immediate 'problem' was paramount. "Ah… okay, Vivi… ahh… yes… mmm… oh…" She let soft moans slip out, synchronizing them with the accelerating rhythm of her hand.
After a minute, Angela felt the shaft in her hand pulse and harden even further, becoming almost painfully rigid. Vivian's breathing grew ragged, shallow gasps. "Mommy… gonna… gonna pee!" she suddenly cried out, her back arching.
"Mmm… It's okay, baby… let it go… That's it, sweetie… ahh…"
"Mommy… call me… call me Husband… quick… please…!"
At this point, lost in the bizarre intimacy and driven by her daughter's desperate urgency, Angela would have agreed to anything. "Ahhh… yes… Husband… Cum for Mommy… Cum now… yes… ngh!"
Amidst their mingled moans, Vivian's hips gave a final, violent thrust. Thick ropes of creamy white semen spurted from the tip of the penis, landing hot and sticky against the bare skin of Angela's midriff where her dress had ridden up. The sudden heat made Angela jump, and she felt a corresponding clench and pulse deep within her own body.
She didn't stop stroking immediately, gently easing the pace, allowing Vivian to ride out the aftershocks of her first, impossible ejaculation.
"Hooo…" Vivian let out a long, shuddering sigh, blinking her eyes open slowly. She looked up at Angela, her expression soft, almost adoring. Without a word, she reached up, pulling Angela's face down for a deep, demanding kiss.
"Mmph—!" Angela started to pull back, shocked anew, but Vivian's arms locked around her neck, holding her firmly in place. After a long moment, Vivian released her lips, licking them slightly. "Mommy… that felt… so, so good…"
Angela was speechless. What could she possibly say? This had to be the weirdest, most unique mother-daughter bonding moment in human history.
As she watched, still holding it loosely, the penis began to shrink again, retracting smoothly until only Vivian's normal female anatomy remained. Almost absently, driven perhaps by habit or shock, Angela's fingers traced the outline of the newly reformed vulva.
"Ah… that feels good too, Mommy…" Vivian sighed contentedly.
Angela quickly pulled her hand away. "Okay. All better now, sweetie?"
Vivian snuggled against her chest again. "Mommy… Am I really not a monster?"
"No, baby girl." Angela held her tight. "You're my daughter. My precious girl. You could never be a monster." But what ARE you? her mind screamed silently.
"But… this… what I can do… Mommy?" Vivian looked up fearfully. "Will… will the police take me away if they find out?"
A chill seized Angela, colder than the bathroom tiles. That thought hadn't fully occurred to her amidst the immediate chaos. But Vivian was right. This ability… it was unnatural, inexplicable. If anyone else knew – scientists, doctors, the government – they would take her away. Experiment on her. Lock her up. The image of Vivian strapped to a cold metal table flashed through Angela's mind.
A fierce, protective surge obliterated any remaining doubt or revulsion. "Listen to me, Vivian," she said urgently, gripping her daughter's shoulders. "Nobody can ever know about this. Ever. Do you understand? It's our secret."
"Not even Daddy?"
Angela hesitated for only a second. Daniel was logical, pragmatic… but this? This defied logic. And could he keep such a secret, especially from his new wife? No. The risk was too great. "No," she said firmly. "Not even Daddy."