Go visit her girlfriend, Amalie.

John... no, that wouldn't work any more. It just didn't fit. Jane would do much better. Jane realised, just as she was about to head out, that she hadn't thought about how this would affect her relationship with Amalie at all. They'd been together for three years since the last year of high school, but they had been friends even before that for several years. Amalie was shy and a little nerdy, but nevertheless was a bit of a sex fiend behind close doors, in sharp contrast to the innocence she would display in public. They had talked about kinks before, including their weird ones, so Jane knew that Amalie was into futa fantasies... but hentai and real life are two quite different things. Oh well, she would have time to think on the walk over. She could just teleport there with a snap of her fingers, but perhaps it was good to not go mad with power right away. Take it slow and easy, get used to it all.

Jane's summer dress would be a loose fit on most, but it nevertheless was stretched tight by voluminous bosom. Likewise, her thick cock formed a quite noticeable bulge in the front of the dress, even while completely soft. She wasn't wearing any panties - not like any pair of panties could possibly hope to contain her cock - and the resulting fresh air around her legs and her junk felt quite nice. And if anybody were to sneak a peak under her dress? Well, then it would be all their own fault. Even just the feeling of that monster she was lugging around slapping against her thighs almost got her horny again... and it seemed like others had noticed her equipment too, as she was attracting quite a few glances. Most of them towards her massive rack, but a not-insignificant part seemed to rest on that bulge instead.

People will not think it is weird to see a girl with a cock. Snap.

A few of the gazes disappeared, but most of them remained. After all, the sheer size of her assets was still far beyond what any other human could ever hope for.

Turning down the street where Amalie lived, Jane eventually decided on not changing anything about her lover's mind. But perhaps she could make life easier for herself with a few changes. Everybody except Amalie and me will think I was always a futa. But wait. That probably wasn't a good idea. That would mean everybody's memories of her would have to be changed, all the way back to her birth. That would... she wasn't sure what the consequences would be, but she would rather play it safe for now. Everybody except Amalie and me will not find the changes to my body weird. Everybody will be able to recognize me, and will instinctively call me Jane instead of John. Snap.

Two minutes later, she placed a few knocks on Amalie's door, causing a crack to run across the length of the door due to that amazing strength she held. Fuck. The door didn't take any damage. Snap. Good as new. A few moments later, a click was heard from the inside, and Amalie appeared in the door opening - looking up and over this form that she had never seen before, but who she instinctively knew to be her grilfriend.

"Jane! Erh... John? You look... okay, come inside, and then tell me what the hell is going on here, you sexy stud," she said, holding the door open for Jane and then quickly shutting it behind her once she was inside.

"Like my new look?" Jane asked, letting her cock start hardening under her dress. Having full control over her hardness was already proving quite practical.

"Like it? You're so tall that my head is at the same height as your tits, your muscles look like they were hewn from marble, and your cock... well, there's no way it'll ever fit in me unless whatever made you like this has also made me extremely stretchy. Of course I'm in love with it! But now spill the beans."

Jane took a step closer to Amalie, looming over her girlfriend for a moment, letting her feel the sheer presence that the futa now exuded... merely by being in the room, the entire rhythm of Amalie's senses seemed to synchronise to Jane's breathing. That muscular alpha bitch effortlessly dominated the whole place just by existing.

"Well... I honestly can't explain it very well. Just half an hour ago, I got the ability to change things by thinking of what I want to change, and snapping my fingers. So, you know... I dispensed with my old body and turned myself into a muscular futa stud."

"You're crazy for thinking I would believe that, and I'm probably even crazier for believing in it. But here you are, a massive girl with a fat cock."

Amalie placed her hand against that half-hard lump of cockmeat, still separated from it by the dress. Her hand softly clenched around that pillar of sexuality... and then did it again.

"Well, are you going to give me a demonstration? How about you..."