Bonnie Tries to Get a Grip

Bonnie stumbled over to a nearby stream and splashed the cool water across her face, half expecting to wake up from her nightmare. Nothing changed. If this was a nightmare, it was a waking one. The water stilled and Bonnie caught sight of her reflection. She gasped at what she saw.

The figure staring back at her was nearly unrecognizable. It was unlike any human being she had ever laid eyes on, in fact. Its body was an agglomeration of masculine and feminine features. She was unbelievably tall - a veritable giant. Her skin was pale and soft as silk, stretched over girthy, bulging muscles. She was so muscular, in fact, that she wondered for a moment if she had swapped bodies with a champion bodybuilder. Her arms and thighs had the chiseled look only possible through thousands of hours of gym time and copious steroids.

Bonnie's face was even more striking. Her chiseled jaw and sharp features were undeniably masculine, yet her full lips and big, bright eyes seemed to act as a counterbalance.

There were a lot of little switch-ups like that. There was an overwhelming maleness to Bonnie's body, but she was not a man. If anything, her femininity had enhanced to match her burgeoning manhood. Perhaps the most stunning example of this was Bonnie's breasts, which had somehow grown larger and perkier. They alone shifted her figure hard in the female direction.

"What am I going to do? I should go to someone for help. This shouldn't even be possible!"

The voice was still throwing Bonnie. It was undeniably masculine by depth, but so feminine in other ways. When she spoke, she still raised her pitch at the end of the sentence and used a softness that was antithetical to a man's voice.

"Help. Yes, I need help. I need..."

Blood rushed downwards, filling the unholy rod of flesh between Bonnie's legs. She let out a sharp sigh and reached for her penis without thinking. As soon as her enlarged hand closed on the might shaft, her mind seemed to drop into a dark, primal place.

"I'll get help...soon. I just need to...relieve some...tension. Yeah, just a release."

Suddenly, Bonnie's mind was filled once more with thoughts of tight pussies and bulging tits.

"Oh," Bonnie rubbed harder. "Why does this feel so good?"

There were so many beautiful women out there. So many breeding options. Bonnie caressed her bulging tit with her free hand and imagined what it would feel to fondle some buxom cow. A dollop of hot precum leaked from the tip of her leviathan.

"No wonder boys are such perverts! This feels fucking good!" Bonnie bellowed.

Her voice was changing, getting deeper as it shed the sweet softness of womanhood. The harder she stroked her cock, the stronger the beast within grew.

"Being a boy isn't so bad. In fact, it feels fucking amazing! I love this! A cock is so much better than a pussy. So much bigger and easier to play with! God, it makes me feel so powerful!"

The glow in Bonnie's enormous balls pulsed bright and hot. Bonnie's hulking body surged with inhuman power. A deep roar shook the forest.

***

Bonnie stared in disbelief as her glowing seed flowed downstream.

"Oh God, what am I?"