Samantha, a mother (gential transformation)

“Daniel, this is unacceptable - you have to clean your room! It’s way too filthy in here!” I yell at my son, standing in the doorway to his room, taking in the horrible sight before me. “Geez, mom, don’t come barging in like that, I told you I'll clean it later!” He responds while trying to forcefully push me away. As he does, I notice that he’s holding something behind his back. I reached my hand around him and yanked it away. “Hey, don’t-!” my son tries to protest as I snatch the item from his hands. As I hold it in front of me, my jaw drops when I realize what this black piece of fabric is. Oh my God…

“Daniel, is this Agnes’s underwear?” I yell, pushing the panties in front of his face. “Did you steal these when she was sleeping over last weekend? Did you?” Daniel becomes visibly uncomfortable, sweating profusely. I see it in his eyes. I can’t believe this. “Son, this is disgusting! You can’t just do things like that, it’s… it’s….” i can’t even find the words to say. As I'm trying to articulate just how horrible this is, Daniel suddenly snaps. “You don’t get it, mom!” He yells at me in a tone i never heard from him, even when we fought before. “All these hormones, these changes… you don’t understand how hard it is, okay? I know it’s fucked up, but i can’t control myself, mom!’” He looks at me with a face full of anger and sadness. But i keep stern. “Daniel, there is no excuse, i have to-” my words fall on deaf ears as my son pushes past me and runs out of his room right to the front door. WIthout even looking behind he leaves the house, slamming the door on his way out.

I sigh as I sit on the bed.

The way he’s been acting lately was so unlike him. Constantly sitting in his room, leaving only to eat dinner… we used to be so close, but as he’s growing into a man it’s harder and harder to relate to him. He’s a man now, not a boy. I just wish there was a way I could understand how hard it is for him…

I look around the room, taking note of all the cups, empty bottles, and dirty clothes strewn all around the place. I sigh again, tying my hair into a ponytail. As long as i'm here…

The room looked unrecognizable now. All the trash and dirty dishes were taken out, dirty clothes put in the dishwasher, and I even wiped down his desk! God, all this work has got me feeling so hot and thirsty! Man, even after a good workout I don't feel this type of heat, i guess I was really out of it today. As I start to leave the room, I bump into a headphone cable, violently ripping it out of my son’s PC.

“Oh fuck yeah, show me that fat dick!”

Huh?

“I just know a pig like yourself would love to gobble my pent up nuts.”

Sounds of intense slurping and gagging started blasting from the computer’s speakers. What in the world? My curiosity peaked, so I turned on the monitor.

I know now why my son was so defensive when I approached him. He was masturbating. He had a porn site open, currently playing a video titled “FAT BITCH GETS RAILED HARD.” It featured an overweight, bikini clad ginger haired woman, currently performing fellatio on a man. Is this what Daniel was into? That would explain why he would steal Agnes’s underwear specifically… The sound of the woman’s intense sexual act was blasting violently from the speakers, and I rushed to the mouse to turn them down to not alarm our neighbors. But as I looked at the pornographic film,I felt… something. Burning. A large amount of heat, centered on my crotch - was I getting turned on by this? The heat became more and more intense, and I started feeling a weird sense of pressure in my downtown area.

It came suddenly. The small pressure suddenly became VERY LARGE pressure. So strong that I instantly lost control of my body, falling right on my son’s bed. What the hell was happening? The feeling was so alien, so weird, I could not begin to describe it. It was as my whole lower body was on fire, like something was pulling and squeezing on my insides. It wasn't pleasant, but it also wasn’t painful. I managed to lift my head upwards, and my eyes went wide. There was a bulge forming under my leggings, and it was growing. I instantly became aware of something… growing… from within me. I felt it, rubbing all over my clothes, my legs, my thighs, getting larger and larger, growing more and more sensitive. As the pressure started fading, I used all my strength to get up on my legs. My small pants were growing uncomfortably tight now, the bulge threatening to rip them open. I grabbed their waistband and yanked them downwards with my panties. I could not believe what i was seeing.

Right below my hairy pubis was a penis and a pair of hairy testicles. Seamlessly attached to myself, right in the place where my vagina used to be. Seeing this appendage like this, from this angle, it felt like a dream. No. A nightmare. A plan formed in my head - call the doctor. Call the media. Call literally everyone ever. I was in full panic mode, i felt tears forming in my eyes as i didnt know how this happened or how can i stop it-

“Alright big guy, come here and fill me up!”

My stress suddenly faded. I looked back to the monitor, still displaying that porn video. The fat woman was now nude, laying on her back on a large bed, spreading her legs. Her unshaven cunt was glistening in the light, wet with both her juices and sweat. I felt my dick twitch at the sight - i looked back to it. It was definitely hard before, but now it was more… erect. Instead of a floppy mass of flesh it was now fully rigid, ready for action. My mind felt slow and foggy. I wanted to get help, but also… play. Take care of this. The screams of the porn actress rang loudly through the speakers, distracting me from my problems, my new cock twitching with each moan she produced. I literally couldn’t think of anything else but sex right now, even when I tried. Without even thinking about it, I grabbed my dick, my small hands barely wrapping around the thick shaft. A moan escaped my lips as i felt electricity ran up to my body. Fuck, this dick was so sensitive, even more then my pussy usually feels.

Well, time to jerk off now, I guess.

It wasn't really rocket science. I just squeezed it, moving my hand up and down slowly - just as I did with my husband. Moving up, moving down, moving up, moving down - each movement clouding my thoughts even more. I used the rest of my sanity to move my other hand to my new balls - can’t forget about those guys. Shiver ran down my spine as I traced the seam on the sack with my manicured nail. I rubbed the testicles, feeling how they pulsate with each movement.

“Yeah, fuck me you stud!” Yelled the porn actress in the video.

I started mimicking the man in the video. As he got faster - so did i. He went slower, deeper - so did i. When he grabbed his partner’s breasts, I let go of my sack and grabbed my own tits. I squeezed and rubbed them just like the man in the video, feeling more pleasure than I have ever felt before. It was not like when I masturbated with my own genitals. It was a great feeling through the whole body, but this was more focused. The feeling was less ****, but it was all centered in one spot, and it fully overtook each of my thoughts.

As I went faster and deeper, I took more notice of the woman in the video. I looked her in the eyes, how her entire body jiggled with each movement. I started imagining myself with her, that my hand was her tight snatch, that I was pistoning in and out of her like a jackhammer. I even stopped moaning at this point - I was talking dirty, as if the slut on the other side of the screen could hear me. “Oh yeah bitch, you like that? You like getting drilled like a fucking whore, huh?” I screamed into the screen. I don;t know what was happening - I never did anything like that when I masturbated! My brain was foggy and my mind was occupied with only thoughts about sex. The whole world melted around me, it was just me, my brand new dick, and the fat woman. I saw her look directly into the camera lens, staring right into me. FUCK, this bitch was so HOT!

I started two-handing my cock, putting even more power into my stroking - went so hard and fast it became painful, like I was going to rip the dick off from my body. But i didn't care. I simply yelled obscenities at the screen as I looked at the fat bitch in the video, her giant tits hanging low, her fat ass jiggling with every thrust, and her overweight stomach glistening with sweat.

Suddenly, another new feeling - this time below my dick, in the testicles. I felt a pressure building deep inside, like if you were holding your piss for an hour or two. At this point, I truly lost control - as soon as the feeling started, I focused all my attention and strength to jacking off. My hands moved at insane speeds, squeezing and twisting my dick with a power I never even had with my husband. “Holy fuck, im coming!” I yelled loudly. “Cum inside baby!” The porn actress said, seemingly responding to me. “Fill my needy womb with your seed! Show me how much you love me! MAKE ME FUCKING PREGNANT~!”

That last sentence felt like a sleeper agent activation phrase, as hearing it made me fully lose myself.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!”

My cock erupted, the first shot of cum blasting right on the monitor., covering the woman’s delighted face. The intensity and power of the orgasm surprised me, making me lose balance and I fell ass down on my son’s bed. Rope after rope of my load shoots straight up into the air, landing on the bed, carpet, and few on my face. Holy fuck… this was the most intense feeling i ever felt in my life, stronger then any orgasm with any other sexual partner or toy. I laid there on the bed, basking in the delight of the afterglow…

And then post nut clarity hit.

I immediately stood up. What the fuck? I looked at my son's bed, covered in my spunk, his expensive 4k monitor with a large cum stain currently dripping onto his keyboard, I looked at my dick - my dick! I had a fucking dick! The panic and terror of my supposed transformation fully caught up with me, becoming even stronger due to the shame I felt by my fowl acts a second before. I felt like I was at the verge of a full mental breakdown…

And then the door to the room opened.

“Hey kiddo, is mom ho-” my husband said, the rest of the sentence cut off as he saw me. He entered the room, looking all around it. He scanned the aftermath of my session, looking at the soiled bed sheets and the stained monitor. And then he looked at me - disheveled, sweaty, and broken. And then he looked at my dick. And back at me. His face was full of confusion… but also with concern. I could tell that no matter what he sees, he just wants to help. I love this man. His square face was so full of love, even when seeing something like this. His deep blue eyes felt so warm… his stubble perfectly framed his perfect jawline… his work suit made him look so elegant, so handsome- wait, what is happening? Why am I having these spiraling thoughts?

I felt a twitch. I looked downward and saw my new appendage, slowly becoming erect.

Aw shit.