Mary comes home

“Mary, you’re home so late! Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine, Mom,”

“Are you hungry?”

“No.”

“Are you feeling alright?”

“Will you just leave me alone?!”

***

Mary slammed her bedroom door hard enough to make the house shake. Her muscles felt like they were filled with electricity. Every movement she as stronger and springier than before.

She took a deep breath and pulled her pleated skirt down, revealing her naked crotch. Her panties had long since been discarded, as they were hopelessly inadequate for her masculinized crotch. A reek of musk and sweat billowed towards her nostrils as her leviathan cock sprang free. She watched it bounce up and down as it pumped full of blood, feeling totally alienated from her body.

Suddenly, the weight of the afternoon came crashing down on Mary’s shoulders. She had given herself over to a demon. Even now, she could feel Rasha pulling on her mind. The demon was now her mistress for forever more. The notion filled Mary with equal parts horror and awe.

“Study. I should study. Need to focus.”

Mary walked over to her desk, noticing how her massive cock swayed back and forth like the arm of a pendulum as she did so. Underneath it, her balls bounced and rocked. They were so heavy! Not as swollen as earlier, but still plenty full. Mary could practically feel her new organs popping out little sperm cells by the millions.

Mary sat down at her desk and pulled out her health notebook to review her notes from earlier.

“Puberty and reproductive organs,” she muttered, reading the heading of her notes.

“Male puberty and the…ngh…testicles,” Mary gently reached down and cupped her heavy balls.

A soft tingle emanated from the enormous organs. A warmth filled the shemale’s chest and her breathing quickened. Holding her boys like this was oddly comforting. Their weight was so substantial and full! It made her feel oddly strong.

“Testicles serve two functions. They produce sperm, as well as hormones that facilitate the development and maintenance of male secondary sexual characteristics. These include,” Mary winced as her eyes glanced over the list of changes triggered by the testes. “Hair growth, muscle growth, increased height and bone density, deepening of the voice…”

Mary gently massaged her balls, causing the tingle to intensify. She tried to imagine those list of changes overlayed on her own body. One hand, she felt disgusted. On the other…there was an odd anticipation she felt that was not quite her own. She belonged to her mistress now, and her mistress desired a strapping buck to satisfy her needs.

Mary **** herself back into her notes.

“Fun fact: size correlates to amount and intensity of changes. Bigger balls = more hormones.”

Mary cupped both balls and stared at them in disbelief. What had been a curious abstraction hours earlier was now a painful reality. If bigger balls mean more hormones, how much were these monsters dumping into her bloodstream?

Suddenly, Mary became consciously aware of a sensation she had felt since she had grown her new man-parts. It was a constant, dull throbbing inside the mighty testicles.

Wump…wump…wump!

With each pulsation, Mary could practically feel something rushing up from the mammoth organs and into her body. It felt like liquid fire, setting her mind and body ablaze. She had a bad case of the jitters and felt so warm she was practically feverish. Worst of all, her body ached like hell. Her bones seemed to be stretching apart.

“Mistress Rasha, what have you done to me?” Mary sobbed. “I know this is your will, but I’m scared. These things…they’re…ugh…changing me!”

Mary’s thick cock sprang up as if it comfort her. By instinct, Mary wrapped her delicate hand around the shaft as best she could (it was too big around to grip fully) and gently rubbed from base to tip. A heavy sigh escaped her lips.

“Oh my lord! This feeling…it’s so…sinful! So wrong!”

Mary rubbed herself harder, getting her second hand in on the job.

“But I can’t stop! It feels…hehe…so good! So much better than being a girl!”

Wump! Wump! Wump! Wump!

An unnatural cocktail of various androgens and growth hormones pumped into poor Mary’s bloodstream. Mary’s balls weren’t just bigger than any human’s, they were imbued with dark power by her new mistress. As Mary rubbed herself silly, that wicked power subtly began to reshape her to the mistress lascivious desires.

“I can’t stop! It feels so good! I’m such a dirty pervert! I really am one of the…ugh…boys!”

Wump! Wump!

“Just a horny, dirty, pervy boy with a massive cock and big, ugly balls!”

Mary thought of Radha with her supernatural endowments. She remembered how the demon’s pussy felt — like wet velvet against her behemoth. Her mind wandered to Becca, with her perky tits and pretty blonde hair. Mary wondered what Becca smelled like. What sound would she make when Mary stuffed her to the brim?

That last thought sent Mary over the edge. She slapped her hand over mouth to muffle scream and splattered the underside of her desk with her hot seed.

When it all finished, Mary whisked a little of her filth up with an index finger and watched it ooze in the light.

“This is sperm…my sperm.”

The smell was bleachy and pungent, yet oddly inviting. Mary took a lick and found the taste strange, yet pleasing. She knew she should have been disgusted, but her mistress willed her to feel otherwise.

***

Close to midnight, Mary took her first male piss. She stumbled to the bathroom, plopped herself in the toilet and got the biggest shock of her life as her massive testicles dunked into the cold water.

“Eek! What the hell?” Mary immediately stood up and tried to figure out what to do.

Her penis itched and tingled painfully. She knew she had to pee — somehow her mind knew what the sensation was automatically.

“We’ll…boys do pee standing up.”

Mary took hold of her cock and aimed it at the toilet bowl. Then she relaxed her body and willed her bladder to empty. Immediately, a torrent of hot, steamy fluid rocketed out of the tip. It sounded like she had a garden hose aimed at the toilet. Little splatters of yellow liquid leaped up and landed on the seat and floor.

Without realizing it, Mary began to giggle like a maniac. Peeing with a cock was so fun! She felt like a human water cannon.

After peeing, Mary became consumed with a ravenous hunger. She instantly regretted skipping dinner. Her appetite gnawed at her, turning her stomach into a black hole that needed more and more and more.

Mary practically sprinted to the kitchen. Once there, she made a meal fit for a king. Lasagna had been for dinner and the leftovers, which amounted to nearly two thirds of a casserole dish sat waiting for her. She pulled the dish out, considered slicing herself a piece and warming it up, then decided she was much too hungry to wait that long. Cold lasagna would have to do. She grabbed a fork and started eating.

The hungry shemale ate like a wild animal, shoving big wads of noodle casserole into her mouth and leaving a mess of crumbs and bits beneath her. She told herself she would only eat a slice or two, which quickly turned into three or four slices, then five or six. Before long, the entire casserole dish was wiped clean. Mary’s belly bulged from the sheer quantity of noodles and meat and cheese, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy her massive appetite. She needed more.

Mary switched gears and opened the freezer. There she found an unopened gallon tub of vanilla ice cream. Mary skipped the spoon and instead went for the family ice cream scoop. For the next twenty minutes, she downed vanilla ice cream by the school until she reached the bottom of the gallon. She topped this off with half a gallon of milk swallowed right from the jug.

Finally, Mary felt a little full. Even so, she could still feel the constant wump wump of her huge testicles, pumping her full of testosterone. She could almost picture all the calories being put to work rebuilding her body in her mistress’s image.

***

Mary lay in bed cradling her erect cock against her belly. She was hard as a rock, which seemed to be the norm for this monster. It always seemed to be in some state of erection. The only times she got flaccid relief were immediately after ejaculation, and those only lasted mere seconds.

Mary didn’t really want to masturbate. She had done the dirty deed nearly seven times since coming home and after each time, she felt so dirty and wrong. Even more unnerving, she could practically feel her mistress’s eyes on her. Mistress Rasha liked seeing Mary jerk off and be a little pervert.

Around three in the morning, a painful itch erupted on Mary’s balls. She grabbed the organs and rubbed her fingers across the smooth surface of scrotum, **** to find some relief. To better scratch herself, she laid back in bed and rolled her knees towards her chest. The bulging head of her cock dangled right in front in front of her face. That strange, dirty, alluring smell of sperm wafted to her nose, and she suddenly got an idea.

Mary leaned forward and took the head of her cock into her mouth. The musky flavor was intense, delicious. The explosion of wet, slimy pleasure was even more wonderful. Mary still itched, but the sudden onanistic pleasure helped to dull her agitation. Meanwhile, the pressure of her hands on her monstrous balls helped intensify the pleasure in her cock. It was a perfect mix.

Mary sucked and sucked until the tingly electricity in her cock reached a threshold. She felt her rod bulge, delivering the first of many hefty doses of seed into her mouth. Mary gulped as much as she could of the salty liquid, and when she could drink no more, she painted her face with it instead.

The itch remained, but Mary’s orgasm had taken the edge off. Slowly but surely, she fell asleep with her cock cradled in her hands. As she slept, her body began to respond to the massive IV drip or steroids coming from her new testicles.