Female bodybuilder...

Fred always had a problem in the gym. Working in the free weight area, he had a hard time, literally, keeping his cock in check when the hardcore female bodybuilders were pumping iron. Their hyper vascular muscularity, often made hyper sexual by oversized breast implants, packaged in undersized clothing, made Fred hard. He could only imaging his cock being gripped by the pussy muscles of one of these amazons, but he was too shy too hit on any of them.

After workouts he often went home and jerked off to whatever female muscle porn he could find. His first trip down this fetish was heightened by the obscene clitoris sizes sported by these women. More googling showed that this was often the side effect of steroid use.

Naked in front of his full length closet mirror, Fred pulled up videos on his phone of a favorite, a blonde goddess named Melissa Dettwiller. She checked every box for Fred: blonde, large breasts, huge quads with labia and clit dangling between.

His dangling cock rose, getting rigid before even being stroked, the blue veins on its surface pulsing with each heartbeat. As the videos played, showing Melissa pumping iron naked, Fred spit on his two foot futa cock and began to stroke it. He felt his balls tingling, and the cum rising in the channel under the monster.

As Fred stroked, he watched on the mirror to see if his theory was correct, that he really could change his body on demand. It seemed to start at his feet and work its way up. His tan, toned calves shed their feminity and bulged out... working its way up his body quickly, his quads swelled up to large vein covered masses, striations of the underlying power visible. Each quad was a watermelon in size. This was followed next by abs, pecs, delts, lats, and finally arms. The tattoos melted away and his face became more angular and defined. Fred put down his phone and looked at the transformation. Veins crisscrossed every muscle group, in a raised blue network across the tan flesh. Veins even desecend down his breasts and across his areolae. Flexing front and back his biceps peaked up in spectacular fashion, the morph to bodybuilder complete except for the large cock pointing at the mirror, with large testes dangling underneath it. Turning around he could see his massive back muscles. Below his tight ass cheeks dangled a pair of labia, descending down 3 inches along each thigh.

Fred wondered if he could move further, to a fully female form. Focusing his mind on his pussy lips, his mind guided them and they responded. Distending out around his testes they began to pull them into his newfound pussy, slowly, one at a time. The mental effort was intense, but the physical pleasure of the large orbs filling his vagina spurred him on. Safely tucked away, no bulge or distention appeared on his abdomen. The labia returned as Fred focused on getting his cock inside his pussy. The rigid length flexed as he focused on it. Grabbing the tip with his arms he strained to tuck the tip into his pussy. "I'm fucking myself, unngghgg...", Fred muttered.

The warm wet sensation, coupled with the meat curtains engaging in their suction act was too much. Fred raised his hands behind his head and flexed his abs in a classic bodybuilder pose. The flex spasmed his pussy muscles and the futa cock, tucked in a circle, came gobs of white spoo that leaked out of the opening, his body unable to absorb it. Falling back on the bed, he focused his mind back on his cock, and the labia pulled the remaining foot of futa cock into his pussy. Reaching down, he rubbed a sensitive nub that had been hidden at the base of his cock... a clit, and a finger length one at that. Behind it, a pussy... warm and wet, with no trace of the cock left. Fred's mind raced... "What do I do now, with this body? Do I go out, visit Regan, hit the gym... Do I have any clothes to wear? Should I try more changes?"