A Full-Fledged Woman

As I lay on the ground, still licking semen off of my fingers, I wonder if I've gone too far. I never thought that it would feel this good. Semen just tasted too good to not lick off of each of my digits. After my hands are licked clean I reach down and feel my cum-pregnant stomach. I feel so full, but I hope that those big swinging dicks weren't attached to futas; I don't want to lose the last vestige of my manhood. I reach down to prod my tiny pecker, covered in my own cum. It is dwarfed by my petite hands and my balls have disappeared entirely, to replace it is a gap in my crotch, a vagina. My own dickling is still leaking jizz, the first sign that I got into this whole terrifying situation.

Slowly then with vibrant force, a tingly feeling sweeps over me. My body starts to change, now for the last time. My penis shrinks down into only a nub, a clit if you will. My mid section forces its way into an hourglass shape and my tits spring forth with new life as I feel my stomach return to a smooth tautness. Lastly, I feel hair spill out onto my shoulders. Before I can gauge the depth of my changes, I hear a latch come undone and a bright light fill my box.

"Holy shit!"

As light pours in, the starkness of my change becomes apparent. Staring down at me is the naked form of Chelsea, ready to resume her shift. She covers her mouth in surprise and her tits bounce as she steps back.

"Bathroom?" I ask, in a much higher pitch. She points down the hallway and before I know it, I'm breathing heavily with my bare back pressed against the closed door. "What happened?" I say, shocking myself again with my voice. I'm scared to step forward and see my reflection in the mirror, but with a big breath, I brace myself for the change. I open my eyes to see a full-fledged woman. A beautiful, busty, short, and curvy blonde knockout stares back at me... and that knockout is me. "Yeah. Holy shit!" I mutter under my breath. Woah! Even my swears sound hot. I examine my face, feminine, slender. Kissable lips. Gracious hair leading down to my shapely shoulders. I feel the weight of my perky round breasts, too big even for my hands, granted they are a bit smaller. My fingers brush my nipples and a gasp leaves my mouth. Sensitive. I squeeze my breasts and my legs shake. Very sensitive. More kneading leads to a trickle of lady cum rolling down my legs. I observe my puffy pussy and turn to see the perfect heart shaped ass of a harlot. It was firm and bouncy and, as I spread my cheeks, a little sore from that rough ass fucking. I was still a bit agape. As the trickle of wetness rolled its way down my toned legs to my ankles, I turned back to address the elephant in the room, my wet ass pussy. Damn, I was still horny and this thing was calling out to me. I could barely control it. I finger my clit just barely and more juices emanate from my crotch. I press my fingers into my pussy and feel a warm shiver travel through me. In only a moment, I've got my bouncy ass pressed against the porcelain sink, my legs spread wide, one hand on my heaving breast, and another several digits deep in my soaked pussy. Who would have thought being a woman could feel so good?

The pleasure is immense, immeasurable. I finger myself incessantly, feeling a new feeling bubble up inside me. My body feels like lightning, touching ground. Maybe this is the start of an orgasm. My body moves in waves as my head rolls back and my mouth opens wide.

Before I have time to figure it out, a muscled man, holding a neon banana hammock and another bag swings the door to the bathroom open and pauses at the sight of me, fully naked and fingering myself. That's when I notice the urinals on the wall. "Well, hello..." He says, before unzipping his pants and whipping out a mammoth that would definitely not fit in that hammock. "...looking for this?"