A pussy

Peter's trembling fingers explored further, his eyes widening in shock and dismay. Where his manhood had once been, he now felt only smooth, feminine folds. His exploring touch found a small, sensitive nub - all that remained of his once-proud cock.

"Oh god," Peter whimpered, voice high and breathy. "It's... it's gone!"

Peter's chest heaved as panic set in, drawing attention to his (or more precisely her) still-expanding breasts. The soft mounds swelled larger, straining against her t-shirt until the fabric began to strain. Within moments, Peter's breasts had grown even bigger than Mary Jane's ample chest.

"This can't be happening," Peter gasped, staring down at his enormous bosom in disbelief. The huge, jiggling breasts seemed to mock his lost masculinity.

Overwhelmed by the drastic changes to his body, Peter swayed dizzily. His eyes rolled back and he collapsed onto the bed in a dead faint.

Mary Jane rushed to her transformed husband's side, guilt crashing over her in waves. What had she done? This was so much worse than she'd imagined. She'd wanted to keep Peter off of her for the remainder of the retreat, not erase his manhood completely!

With shaking hands, she pulled out her phone and fired off a frantic text to Craig:

"OMG come back NOW!!! Something went terribly wrong!!!!”

As she waited anxiously for a response, Mary Jane couldn't tear her eyes away from Peter's **** form. The delicate, feminine features. The lush curves. The impossibly huge breasts rising and falling with each breath.

What had she done to the man she loved?