My name is Haley Dixon. Ever since I was young, I knew I was different from other women. Other women have only one passage, but I have two—and both are extremely narrow.

I'd heard that my mother was originally pregnant with twins, but a genetic mutation during the pregnancy caused my twin sister to die in the womb. I absorbed the part of her body that became my second passage, along with all of her estrogen.

That was why I had a stronger desire than other women. As a teenager, I could use my little toys for up to four hours and still want more.

For a while, I was almost proud of myself. I thought a rare treasure like me would be cherished and fiercely loved by any boyfriend. But after five consecutive boyfriends—every single one of them—bolted at the final moment, terrified by what they saw in my pants, calling me a monster and worrying I'd suck them in, I finally realized: maybe this wasn't being "different." Maybe this was a disease.

But going to the hospital didn't help. Instead, they told me that my long-term use of foreign objects had led to an addiction disorder.

I cried. Why did a monstrous woman like me have to suffer from this?

Still, I didn't have time to wallow in misery, because the addiction tormented me day and night, stealing my peace and my sleep. So I went online and bought the largest set of toys I could find. Within just half a month, I'd broken them all—and my mild addiction had become severe.

The toys were useless. It seemed I needed a man.

But I no longer dreamed of finding a boyfriend. As long as someone could give me relief, any man would do. I signed up for a hookup app and chose the username: Double-Hole Slut.

As the campus belle, my looks went without saying. I had the kind of curves that made men turn their heads—a banging body, perky breasts, a round behind. Plenty of men came sniffing around like hungry dogs.

In the end, I chose a construction worker with an eight-pack. I told him straight up about my condition.

He said he was big, thick, and long-lasting, and that it'd be like a threesome—he'd definitely make me see heaven. My legs went weak just hearing it. That very night, we agreed to meet in the campus grove.

He stood nearly six-foot-four; next to him, I felt like a child.

He was so excited that he lifted my skirt right away. I bit my lip and spread my legs, ready to welcome the pleasure—when I heard him let out a scream like he'd seen a ghost.

"Holy shit! The hell is this?"

He jumped back, staring at me in horror. My heart shattered.

Even such a rough man was disgusted by me. If he wouldn't do it, then no man would.

I threw away all shame. "You're already here. Please, just do me. I'm begging you—I'm going crazy from the itch."

Seeing him turn to run, I grabbed his pants leg in a panic, crawled in front of him, stuck up my round ass, and wagged my head like a dog in heat, begging to be mounted.

Maybe it was pity, maybe something else—he agreed to try. But in the end, his member went limp before we even started.

As he left, he said, "Girl, you're real pretty, but this… it's too much. I just can't get it up…"

I cried. Tears of helplessness slid down my cheeks. Was there really no man in this world who could satisfy me, except one born with two reproductive organs?

I don't know how long I cried—until I fell asleep. When I opened my eyes again, it was dark.

I straightened my clothes and walked out of the grove. That was when I heard a man and woman arguing nearby.

The girl was fairly tall, hands on her hips, voice loud with accusation.

"You're a monster! Your thing is like a wild donkey—and there are two of them! It's terrifying. I'm not about to bleed out and die!"

The guy was tall and handsome, with the kind of defined, smooth muscles that came from serious training. But he was practically begging her, "You haven't even tried it. And since we're already here, why not give it a shot?"

That sounded so familiar.

"Try it, my ass. The only one who could handle you is an alien!"

She turned to leave, but he grabbed her arm.

Faced with the guy's relentless pleading, the girl was at a loss. Then she spotted me. Her eyes lit up, and she hurried over.

"Actually, I'm a lesbian. I like girls. I only agreed to meet you because I thought you were bluffing. See? My girlfriend's here to pick me up!"

She leaned close and whispered, "Hey, do me a favor."

The next second, she planted a loud kiss right on my cheek. "See that? Hmph!"

Then she grabbed my hand and ran off, leaving the guy standing there questioning his entire existence.

After we'd put some distance between us, she told me what happened.

She hadn't had a hookup in six months. On the app, she'd come across a guy who went by "DualBaseGod." She thought he might be a little bigger than average, so she agreed to meet him in the grove, ready for a good time.

But when she showed up, she found a monster. Not only was he impossibly large, but he had two of those impossibly large things.

My mouth went dry. This girl had no idea how lucky she was. If only I could trade places with her.

She thanked me for the help and offered to walk me back to my dorm. I made an excuse—said I had something else to do.

The moment she left, I ran back as fast as I could. That man and I were a perfect match. I couldn't let him get away.

Luckily, he hadn't left. As I got closer, I saw him sitting on a rock, hugging his knees—crying.

I explained that I'd just been playing along to help that girl get away.

He said his name was Otis Miller. He went to our school too.

Wait. Otis? I leaned in for a closer look. That was when I recognized him—he was our campus heartthrob.

Honestly, I'd had a crush on him forever. But ever since I discovered my own flaw, I'd been too ashamed to even let myself think about him. I'd noticed earlier how handsome he was, but it was too dark to make out his face.

Otis told me his secret. He'd been different since birth—he had two reproductive organs. And to make matters worse, both were affected by hypertrophy.

He'd had girlfriends before, but every time he took off his pants, they ran. Eventually, he lowered his expectations. He didn't need a girlfriend—just a hookup. But the very first time he tried, he got rejected.

He looked almost embarrassed. "To be honest, I'm still half a virgin."

Then he buried his face against me and started crying again, like a big, fluffy dog.

The scent of his body wash hit me, and my heart raced.

I used to think he was untouchable—the unreachable campus hunk. But now I knew he carried the same kind of shameful secret as me. He had two, and others rejected him for it. And I…

Weren't we made for each other?

He wasn't just good-looking—he was strong and fit. To be pinned down by a face like that, to be taken by him… I'd probably roll my eyes back from sheer pleasure.

And his hypertrophy against my narrowness—it would be the ultimate collision.

I was so lost in thought that I accidentally brushed against him. A current shot through my whole body, and I couldn't help but shiver.

Just thinking about what he had hidden in his pants—two enormous things—made me want him to drag me into the grove right then and there and have his way with me.

That was when the dorm curfew bell rang.

Panic hit me. Our dorm matron was strict—once the bell rang, no one got in unless they wanted a call to the advisor.

On any normal night, I would've sprinted back at full speed. But tonight, I didn't.

Instead, I gathered my courage, looked up at the campus heartthrob, and said, with no small amount of shame, "The bell rang. I can't get back into my dorm now. Can I sleep at yours tonight?"

The words barely left my mouth before I regretted them. Would he think I was some kind of slut?

But he just looked surprised for a second, then nodded. "Okay."

In the end, he came up with a plan. He'd hung his bedding out to dry during the day. So he rolled me up inside his quilt, tucked me under his arm, and carried me back to his dorm.

Somehow, it actually worked. The matron didn't notice a thing.

Once we got to his dorm, he set me down on his bed, pulled the bed curtain shut, and headed off to shower.

I hugged his pillow and squirmed like a happy little worm, feeling like I might float away on a cloud of bliss. Sneaking a peek through a gap in the curtain, I watched his tall, broad-shouldered back as he walked away.

That raw, masculine energy hit my nose like a wave, and the craving down below surged unbearably. I curled my toes on instinct, fighting with everything I had to hold back the maddening itch.

But I couldn't help myself. Just one little touch—that was all it took. In an instant, I lost control. A rush of wetness soaked through the sheets.

Oh god. I'd just ruined the campus heartthrob's bedsheets. What would he do to me? Would he punish me hard? Bend me over, grab me by the hair, and…

The more I thought about it, the more it drove me wild. I squeezed my thighs together, but I still couldn't stop trembling.

Water splashed loudly in the shower. Like a little thief, I poked my head out from behind the curtain. His roommates were snoring like thunder. Sure they were all dead asleep, I slipped out of bed, hunched low, and crept over to the bathroom door.

Through the crack, I could see him clearly. His back was broad and solid, carved with deep, defined lines. His chest rose high and firm. His waist was lean, his abs tight and powerful. Droplets slid from the ends of his hair, trailing down his shoulders, following the grooves of his muscles. The whole bathroom throbbed with the thick, hot pulse of his presence.

And especially… that part. Oh. My. God. I knew he was gifted, but seeing it with my own eyes left me speechless. The sheer size, the sheer majesty of it.

My head filled with nothing but fantasies of us going at it like a house on fire. I couldn't stop swallowing hard.

Then a crazy, reckless thought took root in my brain. I couldn't wait another second. I wanted to sleep with him. Right here. Right now. I wanted him to take me rough, to use me without a shred of mercy.

To make sure nothing went wrong, I pulled a few sleeping pills and a lust capsule from my pocket. I'd originally bought them for the construction worker—never got the chance to use them. Now, finally, they were about to come in handy.

I slipped the pills into his water glass, then scrambled back under the covers, my heart slamming against my ribs.

A few minutes later, he came out of the bathroom. Water still dripped from his hair. His upper body was completely bare, and he'd only pulled on a pair of shorts. The bulge strained against the fabric, looking like it might fall out any second.

I swallowed hard, fighting the urge to rip them off myself.

He noticed me staring at him with wide eyes. A flicker of surprise crossed his face. "Still awake?"

Before I knew what I was saying, I told him, "I was waiting for you."

Something dark flickered in his gaze. His breathing grew heavier.

I handed him the water. "You must be thirsty. I poured you some water."

"Thanks." His cheeks flushed as he took it.

I only relaxed when I watched him drink it down, every last drop.

As for the sheets, I lied and said I'd accidentally spilled water while pouring his drink. He didn't get mad. Just pulled out a fresh set and changed them.

He lay down next to me. I held my breath, heart racing, waiting for the drugs to kick in. The seller said the capsule would take effect in thirty seconds—super potent.

But three minutes passed. Nothing. And then, before I knew it, I heard the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing from beside me.

He'd fallen asleep?!

I stared at his face—so gorgeous it was practically a crime against humanity. How could I hold back? I wrestled with myself for what felt like forever. In the end, I made my choice.

Carefully, quietly, I crawled down to the foot of the bed. With trembling fingers, I pulled down his shorts.

Oh my god. This close, I could barely breathe.

I swept my hair to one side, ready to dive in—when I felt a pair of eyes on me.

I looked up.

Otis's dark, bright eyes were wide as saucers. "What… what are you doing?"