Futa Bra

Lucy was used to the boxes full of clothes in the back. The charity shop normally got a few each week, and she then had to unpack them, sort them and put them out for display. The upside was she could look through, and if something took her fancy, she could get it for free.

She saw a beautiful, black lacy bra. It seemed perfect, and when she checked, it was exactly the size of her pair of milk white breasts. After the clothes had been sorted, she picked it up and walked over to her boss, Penelope.

"You alright with my taking this home?" She asked her, waving the underwear in front of her face.

"Sure, you get a few things a week, that can be done. Looks quite comfy too. I wish I had seen it first." Penelope was in a good mood, and wrote the slip quickly. "I haven't seen that brand before, so I have no clue how long it'll last."

"I don't really mind. If it doesn't last, it's not like I've wasted my money." Lucy said before walking over to her bag. The inside of each cup had 'futa' delicately embroided onto it, which meant nothing to her. She put it into her bag, and went on with her day, forgetting the embroidered inscription.

Once she had got home, she looked at it again. She thought of her girlfriend, who would probably appreciate her just wearing that bra when she got home from work tomorrow evening, and went to sleep, naked and wrapped in her ankle length coppery hair.

She woke up with a strange feeling in her breast, like horny impatience. She got up, shook out her mane which she had 'worn' to bed, then carefully put the bra on. It felt perfect, as if tailor made for her.

She looked down and was terrified by what she saw. From just above her pussy had sprung a positively gargantuan penis. It flopped softly down to her mid thigh, at least fifteen centimetres long when perfectly flaccid. She lifted it to check on her pre-existing genitals, and was relieved to see that, under the scrotum filled with two grapefruit-sized balls, she still had her pussy and clit, and the forset of firey pubic hair was still there, and as she watched it spread around her dick and onto her scrotum.

She was dazed, and sat down to consider what she could do. Her phone chimed with an email.

She opened it by instinct. It read: "Hello customer. Thank you for buying a futa bra. We hope your new penis is adequately sized for your needs, but please don't hesitate to call us about any problems." It then went on to list the powers and abilities of her new cock, and how she should expect to be treated by others, including law enforcement.