Mary notices more Changes

Mary marched into the bathroom and yanked down her skirt, freeing her monstrous cock and balls. Then she turned and plopped herself down on the toilet, taking care to hang her massive testicles over the rim so that they didn’t get dunked in water. She didn’t really have to use the bathroom, but she needed a little privacy. Her mother was getting very nosy.

“I can’t believe it…I fucked Mrs. Greenwood!”

Mary’s voice startled her. It was the first time she had spoken out loud since she got home from school. The tone of her voice was now deeper and darker than before. She babbled a few words and noticed her voice cracking every few syllables.

Her throat felt itchy and sore, like something was caught in it. When she lifted her fingers to it, she felt a slight bump.

“Maybe I just have a sore throat,” Mary knew that baloney as soon as she said it in her deepening voice.

“I fucked Mrs. Greenwood…and it felt soooooo good.”

Mistress Rasha’s magic had turned the teacher into the perfect breeding machine. So soft and supple, perky and plump in all the right places. Mary tried to remember how many times she had bred the gorgeous teacher. Five, eight? God, it might have been ten! That wasn’t counting shoving her cock down the woman’s throat, or violating her asshole. Good God, buttfucking the motherly teacher was pure heaven! Her butt was big, plump, and tight as hell so that the round cheeks sucked and slurped at Mary’s penis.

“A day ago, I couldn’t even imagine losing my virginity. Now I’ve fucked two women!”

Mrs. Greenwood’s scent was burned into Mary’s brain. Sweet and sweaty with a touch of vanilla. The scent still lingered on Mary’s cock. The delirious shemale took hold of her cock head and licked it like a lollipop. She noticed that sucking herself off was harder today. Her cock head seemed further away, as if her body had stretched out by several inches.

Ever since her breeding session with Mrs. Greenwood, Mary’s testicles seemed to be working in overdrive. The constant wump, wump throbbing was louder than ever. Waves of testosterone hit her bloodstream like a storm surge.

“Ugh, mistress Rasha, it’s too much! It’s all happening so fast, and it keeps getting more intense.”

The soreness in Mary’s throat was getting worse. She swore the lump got bigger every time she touched it.

Mary stood up and dragged herself over to the mirror. Slowly but surely, she undressed herself until she was buck naked. With her clothes off, the differences in her body were so much more noticeable. Her torso and legs seemed longer, as did her face. It was no longer as round, taking on sharper angles near the jaw line. Her muscles felt oddly tight, and a network of bulging veins had snaked their way across her pale flesh. They pulsed with the wump wump of her balls.

Strangest of all was the sensation in Mary’s chest. There was an itching sensation in her small breasts that was oddly familiar. She remembered when her breasts first grew, that same itchiness had filled them.

“My boobs are growing? What sense does that make?”

Looking closer, Mary did notice some swelling.

“I don’t understand, Mistress Rasha. My voice is getting deeper, my body is getting bigger and stronger. I’ve got body hair, and now I’m growing bigger tits?”

Mary noticed an increased fullness in her lips as well. Her eyes seemed brighter and bigger. Her skin was as smooth as ever. Her face was sharper, but also prettier and she didn’t see a trace of stubble.

“I guess I’m not becoming a boy. What does Mistress Rasha want then? To make me a freak? Some kind of shemale?”

The thought filled her with mingled disgust and wonder. Suddenly, she felt ravenously hungry again. Her body was growing, changing at an inhuman pace and it needed calories by the bucketload.

“Yes…make me bigger, mistress!” Mary began to stroke her cock idly. “Bigger and sexier and more powerful! I wanna grow!”