Sharon Explores

It was twenty minutes before Sharon was anywhere close to coherent. She still felt pretty fragile but she firmly pushed aside her emotions for the moment. Crying about it wasn't going to do her any good. A steady realization was strengthening her resolve with every passing moment. This wasn't hopeless. She'd grown a horse's penis like magic. And if that was possible then certainly the reverse would also be true. She looked up and wiped her tears, sniffling a little bit. She shifted a little bit and then froze.

She could feel them. She could feel them sitting on the carpet. Her-no, they weren't hers. The testicles and the... other part. Sharon gritted her teeth and told herself once again that she'd fix this. But first she needed to know exactly what she was dealing with. Slowly- oh so slowly her hands slipped down to the hem of her skirt. She bit her lip as she gripped it and then closed her eyes as she pulled it out of the way and up against her navel. Biting her pinkies, she **** herself to open her eyes.

There they were. The sack just lay there plopped on the carpet even though her legs were drawn up against her chest. The lumpy tissue extended a startling distance from her body and looked utterly oversized as its flesh was squeezed at the tight apex of her legs. Lying on top of it and sitting between the two hills created by the balls was the other part. Like the sack it was mostly black, an abrupt contrast with her pale white skin though in two places it had patches of pink skin. It didn't look much like a penis other than its cylindrical shape, there didn't seem to be a head at all just an uneven end that flared out at the edges.

An idle thought entered her head as she pictured Jim's penis, her-she assumed it was a penis- her penis even flaccid like this was far larger than his erection. She snorted in perverse amusement. Why yes it would be wouldn't it? Hung like a horse, right?

She was loath to touch it but she was also determined to beat this thing! Ugh! She scrunched up her nose. Had she actually thought that?

Getting to her feet and grimacing at the way her testicles dragged upon the carpet momentarily, she walked over to her bed where she began to discard her clothes, the whole time she was entirely aware of her endowments as they jostled against each other and her thighs. Fuck! There wasn't enough room between her legs for them!

Naked she walked over to the full length mirror on her closet door. She checked herself up and down avoiding it for the moment. Turning around and looking over her shoulder, she confirmed that the rest of her was completely normal. She glared at where one of her low hanging testicles was squeezed out between her legs. She faced the mirror once more and sighed heavily. 

There she was: A more than a little pretty eighteen year old girl. Shoulder length black hair. Slightly almond shape eyes thanks to her Japanese grandma. Cute button nose. Rather large c-cups for her frame thanks to her Nordic grandma (Joanne got the lion's share of those genes). She was 5'2" with a slender curve to her hips and now- now she had a horse's dick between her legs.

Sharon stared hard at the strip of black fuzz she'd trimmed only this morning. Rather than topping a cute pussy with secretive little lips, it bordered the place where her skin became dark and wrinkled and an incredibly fat awkward looking mottled penis hung to mention the massive balls squeezed uncomfortably between her comparatively thin thighs. Rolling her eyes heavenward at the indignity of it, Sharon squatted a bit and against her will sighed with relief as they swung in open air unencumbered.