Shower time.

You reach into your pocket and grab the syringe. It still has some solution left in it, but there's definitely less then before. You must have been injected with only a small amount. If only that tiny amount has caused all these changes, what might a whole vial do? You think back to those classified Bovium Industry papers and reports your profession occasionally turns up. Utter bimbo bitches, bodies racked with obscene perverted transformations, minds erased to an air-headed state. Guys twice normal size, rippling with bullish muscle and footlong bestial cocks that cum gallons. The industry couldn't allow such life-altered test subjects to be known about, of course. But those **** cases are the result of experimental serums known to you, not this rosey glowing liquid in your hands. This is something else...

But first! Shower. You fuckin stiink!

You lock the door to the motel and start to undress. You savour the calming ritual of undressing. Unbuttoning your shirt from the top pale boob flesh stretch's out your shirt. Pulling off your shirt, for the first time your wonderful tits flop free in the open air. You savour the feeling of their weight, hanging off your chest.

"Ooooh yes" you jiggle a little swinging them left to right, then squeeze them together with your arms. They must be Ds, maybe doubles! Large brown erect nipples stand proudly in the air. Slowly you grab one between your fingers and gently twist and pull. Pleasure jolts down your spine from your nipple and soon you start to feel a pleasurable buzzing in your pussy.

You sigh and let go of your nipple to continue undressing. You unbuckle your suit pants and pull them down. You were never one to shave, but your pubic hair seems to be perfectly formed all on its own. Your soft pink slit glistens a little from the nipple play. You step out of your pants and go start the shower. Looking in the mirror, you get a good look at yourself now undressed.

Still a tomboy for sure. Your frame is still agile and lithe, hair still short and facial features still somewhat boyish. But there is also a total air of sexiness. An absolute sexy bitch, with a big ass and nice rack of tits, perfect smooth pale skin. All the scars you accrued over the years are still there, and all of them work to enhance your bad-ass bombshell look. Fuck yea.

Hot and steamy you start showering. Lathering up your new body your mind wanders. Bovium Industries experimental products always had some kind of flaw. Something you couldn't recall at this moment. You think back to the test-subjects and their obscene transformations. To this... Juicy tits and... massive drooling bull cocks...

"AAaaawh FUHUCK"

Out of nowhere primal pleasure erupts through your body and your pussy gushes clear girlcum all over your legs. Your knees buckle under you and you shiver as wave on wave of animalistic pleasure flows through you. Your pussy drools girlcum with every pulse and you sit on your haunches riding the orgasmic sensations. Vivid thoughts of gaping cunts getting fucked with massive cocks invades your mind and you moan out loudly in absolute ecstasy.

After a few minutes of orgasm your body starts to calm down a little. You face is beet red and your whole body flushed under the sprinkling of the shower. With glazed over fuck-me eyes you look down at your pussy. Her labia is spread wide, swollen and puffy and drooling a steady stream of girlcum. A deep emptiness and yearning to be filled pulses through your body, a carnal primal need to be filled and impregnated. Slowly you bring your quivering hand to your pussy and rest it on your pussy. Its sweltering, and unbridled pleasure spreads out simply from laying your hand on your eager cunt.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuuuUUUCK OH GOD!"

Again you are gripped in the throws of another massive orgasm as you start to finger yourself. Drooling pussy juice gushes down your legs. You are rocked back and forth, mind white with euphoria. After what felt like hours you're sitting back in the shower. Warm water still runs over you, but even after two huge orgasms your pussy is still aching, yearning to be filled. Its emptiness almost painful. You turn off the shower and crawl out, limping over to the bed as liquid need drools down your thigh. Fingering yourself with one hand, with the other you reach into your old-school messenger bag and pull out your phone.

You should have done this a long time ago...