Futanari

As the rule went into effect, Alex’s world spun.

And an instant later, the changes were complete. And all of his clothes were destroyed.

Alex blinked, momentarily confused by the bobbing thing hovering in front of his eyes. It was a sort of pink-red color, textured like nothing he had ever seen, with a small imperfection marring the top.

Not seeing any harm, Alex raised a finger and poked the thing.

A shock of pleasure ran up his spine, weakening his legs to the point of collapse and causing a whorish moan to escape his lips, several octave higher than he’d ever heard from his own throat.

As his knees hit the ground, the thing bobbed back and forth with enough momentum to smack him in the face, causing another jolt of heat to concentrate in his belly. His eyes crossed from the sensation, his eyelids fluttering as he tried to reign in the feelings in the loins.

When his eyes cleared enough to see, he spotted the large dollop of clear fluid welling up from the imperfection in the top of the bobbing thing, right under his nose. The scent of it caused his mind to fog and his body to unconsciously lean forward. His tongue darted out of his mouth, lapping at the bead of fluid.

Alex’s mind went blank. He felt a pulsing in his nethers, the sensation of something constricting around nothing, and then the feeling of liquid splattering in his face. Then he knew no more.

When he regained consciousness, Alex was confused.

His eyelids wouldn’t open. Not from any sense of tiredness, but because it felt like they had been glued shut.

Setting a hand on the floor to push himself up, he felt a sludgy, slimy substance coating the ground, sticking to his fingers. Alex grimaced but continued to rise until he got his feet under him. Reaching up to feel around his eyes, he felt the same substance that was on the floor.

Scraping away the semi-liquid, Alex finally opened his eyes.

White. That was the first thing that he noticed. A large section of his floor was covered in white, the color coming from the liquid covering it.

Alex felt an inkling of remembrance coming to him, and he turned to face the standing mirror he kept in the corner of his room. (When did he put that there?)

And he saw in the reflection of his room, a woman, standing in the middle of the white puddle covered in the same white stuff. The woman was gorgeous, curvy and toned in equal measure. Moderately tall, long ebony hair hanging around her waist. Massive tits and a huge ass, the former supernaturally perky for having no support.

He blinked, finding the woman in the mirror recognizable for some reason.

Then he caught sight in the mirror the book resting open on his desk.

Alex whirled around, memories bombarding him. Memories of a him that wasn’t him, but rather a him that was a her, but was also kind of a him? It was confusing.

He moved to his desk, ignoring the memories and reading what he had written on the page.

Old Rule: Alex Aphros is an Extremely Endowed Hermaphrodite. All of his sexual fluids are orgasmically tasty regardless of preference, he has no refractory period, and he can control his own sperm production and fertility.

Alex looked down. He saw breasts. Looking further, he saw a massive penis, maybe nine inches long while flaccid.

Several moments passed as Alex processed everything he—or maybe she would be better, now?—was seeing. Then, she smiled. She laughed.

And then she grimaced. It wasn’t very nice being covered in cum while not unfathomably horny.

She needed a shower.