She's angry at her body, angry enough to dominate!

She opens one of her eyes to look down at her erection, but something feels different.

Something about her precarious situation, cornered stiff against the wall by her own body. Something about the insistence of her penis to keep demanding she relent to its demands. Something about how her nipples, cock and even balls were deriving pleasure from just the air brushing past them in their movements, from just the weight in their sway over her. Something about how aware they made her of both the precum and lubrication flowing agonizingly slowly down both her shaft and between her thighs, both fluids coming to meet at the bottom of her sack-- Something about it all felt...

Insulting. Mocking even.

Whether it be her bratty prepubescent self flaring out, her out-of-control hormones messing with her emotions or her own sickness at always being made to feel inferior to something or someone else, or maybe even the hit on the head she just got, something inside her quickly rerouted all the energy she was spending on panicking and dreading an inevitable cumshot into anger and indignation instead.

Opening her other eye now, she focuses her tear-riddled glare at her dick, as if it had its own mind and perception to intimidate.

No. No! She began in her head. People are always jerking her around, using her age, or her size, or her immaturity to put her down and make her listen to what they want her to do, but no more! She starts straightening her back out, the shift in posture making it look like her cock was reeling back from her as she stood over it.

No longer in danger of accidental auto-boobjob, she moves her hands back to push against the wall, her right landing on the door behind her. She just got this amazing body, and there's no way in HECK she's about to let even it do the same to her! It's HER body, HER rules! SHE'S calling the shots now!

She leaves the crutch of the wall, balancing on her own legs. The movement makes her tits wobble and clap waves of pleasure back at her, but this only causes her glare to turn with further fury at them. Running a threatening nail across their undersides, she practically feels her own indignation wrest control of her body from the orbs as they rock from her melodramatic movement.

Not her boobs,

Some part of her recognizes how silly she must look in her attempts to dominate over her own body, but even that gets washed away in the tide of her sudden **** of will. Discomfort calls to her from between her legs, and she feels her still slowly-bloating gonads press against the inner part of her thighs. The mental image of having testicles that huge calls for more rushes of dopamine, but she responds by swiftly slamming her foot about a pace wider in her stance, her scrotum jostling and swinging from the action, settling down into an almost lonely quiet.

not her balls,

The cool chill caressing the skin behind her balls and up to her pussy reminds her of its existence, wetness still flowing down from it. Her eyebrows furrow further and she crosses her arms under her gratuitous bust as she tenses up. Even if her muscles had grown less than in previous spurts, the intense **** she suddenly applied with her kegels proved enough to completely seal her from leaking any further.

not her vagina,

The errant wonder of if her muscles refocused their lessened growth in specific areas was ignored as she finalized her self-domination. Her eyes turned to her lowering erection, but she only gave a strong 'hmph' at it. Punctuating her every word, she thrust several times into the air as she **** it back to hardness in a display of control.

and certainly, not, her, stupid, penis!

The cock straightened out at its full 26-inches in front of her. It doesn't get to decide if she's turned on, and it doesn't get to decide if she's turned off either now. That's her call to make. The push and pull of all her endowments jiggling and gyrating about her from all her movement flowed pleasure back to her. However, unlike previously where they assaulted her helpless mind with ****, unstoppable euphoria, now it was more akin to a set of servants presenting gifts to her, completely at her beck and call to enjoy at her leisure. The arousing delight was always there, but now it was up to her whether it took hold or not.

After a moment's pause watching her body behave to her will, her dominant glare softened into a grin. That's more like it. She opened the door behind her, and after peering and listening to make sure she was alone in the house for a second, she stepped out of her room, feeling as if she'd just gone through a transformation more substantial than any mere growth of her body could be.

Liz stands outside of her room, completely naked and with a wide, proud stance, her hands on her hips in full confident display of her body. Her smile just as wide, her eyes gleam with conviction. Her breasts are K-cups, rivaling her head in size, pretty pink puffy nipples capping them. Below her plain stomach, a thick 2'2" schlong bobbing calmly in front of her, a fat sack containing two proud testicles approaching the size of melons hanging beneath. Her arms and legs are deceptively lean, with healthy and strong muscles hiding beneath the surface, most defined being those running up her back, helping her hold up her wonderful curves. Her skin glows healthily, her hair lightly waving in the house's currents. Her body is quite beautiful and erotic, but more importantly, it is all hers, and she's in full control of it now.

She takes a satisfied and deep breath, enjoying the weight it shifts on her front, and feels the cold air caress her skin. It provokes a couple of ideas...