18 inches of Penis Envy

Sara sat there looking at the data in front of her. This was a lot to take in. The readme had a lot of stuff in it talking about external entities and stuff, but she thought that was all just set dressing. The fact that a mental diagnosis she'd suspected was written there plainly, along with apparently an IBS diagnosis that she should look into... It had Sara concerned. Maybe this thing was legit. Leaving her awareness of the changes on aware, she decided to swing for the fences. She always loved the idea of having a big fat cock, but retaining her femininity. She didn't want to be a man, but if she had a big old bitch breaker, she could have all that she wanted to live out a good number of her wildest dreams.

Going under Body, she selected genitalia and left the Vagina checkmark selected, and checked the box next to Penis. And in the same instant, Sara could feel a weight in her panties. There was no pain, no shift, no swelling, just suddenly a fullness and tightness to her undergarment. Checking the box next to Balls, her panties were again suddenly a little tighter. "No fucking way."

Sara scrambled up and out of her bed, flicking on the lights. As her eyes adjusted to the brightness, she could see a definite bulge in her pajama bottoms that was not there before. Seems like her natural piece was high and tight. Pulling down her bottoms and panties, she revealed her new package, and let out a soft gasp. It was small, barely bigger than a Vienna sausage, and with the little bit of foreskin that came over the top she could only say aloud, "Cuuuute!"

Waggling it a little, the head came free of the foreskin, and she chuckled. She could feel it slap against her thighs as it flopped like an elephant's trunk back and forth, her fingers on either side of the shaft, the moisture of pre cum falling off the tip and landing on her thighs. The smile that spread across her face was full and bright, the joy of a silly kid with a new toy. Slapping it a couple of times against her balls, she managed to work it up to hard and frowned. She wanted something big.

Going back over to her phone, she opened it back up. Lita was on screen, the text box asking, "Pretty cool huh? But check here, and you can play around with all the different ways you can change your new best friend." Clicking on the drop down beside the Penis option, Sara's eyes went wide as she looked over the options. Length and girth for both hard and flaccid, relative strength, even multiples and the ability to be prehensile beyond a certain length. With eyes wide, Sara watched her cock as she played with the length slider, the new appendage growing in exact step with the slider with zero latency.

Messing around with the size, she settled on about eighteen inches, as big around as a coke can, and with balls the size of avocados, which would shrink back down to her small high and tight package from before when flaccid. Sara looked down at her monster, and suddenly realized that she had the object of so many of her fantasies attached to her. It wasn't any sort of strap, or toy, or VR. This was her. Running her thin fingertips over the mass of meat bigger than her forearm, a familiar need crept over her.