Jamie felt an odd pressure building just beneath her stomach. Her heart was beating rapidly and she could taste the bitter flavor of adrenaline in her mouth. She couldn’t understand what was happening to her. She had called out to someone in the alleyway that lay before her. They looked hurt. There had been a green flash of light, a burning sensation, and then this very obvious pressure just beneath her stomach, but the person in the alley was gone.
Jamie stumbled forward, finding her limbs numbing as the pressure inside her grew. Something was glinting on the ground in the alleyway and she wanted to know what it was. She fell hard on her knees trying to kneel and see the object. It was a golden key, incredibly ornate, with a green gem set in the top. Looking around, Jamie could find no doors in the alley, so she picked up the key and tried to stand.
She felt the pressure in her stomach extend upwards. It was a sickening feeling, like a bubble forcing its way up and expanding from her guts. Her legs unsteady, she fell against the wall, pressing the key against the bricks by accident. But the bricks didn’t hold her. The hand holding the key passed right through the wall and as it did, a flash of yellow light issued forth from within her hand.
Jamie flopped onto the ground, frantically scanning as her heart pounded faster. Her fingers felt clumsy, and her body strange. She was lying on a wooden floor, her legs behind her passing through a semi-transparent wall through which she could see the alleyway. She lifted herself up. The floor before her extended towards a flickering bubble of candlelight.
Come forward.
A voice seemingly from the air caused Jamie to duck and cover her head. When she laid flat against the floor, she could feel something for sure within her now. Something was changing inside her.
Come forward.
The voice was gentle and calm, if not a little cold. It made her feel safe. Maybe whoever is up there can help me. Shaking, Jamie struggled to her feet. Her hands were completely numb, and her fingers seemed to have lost dexterity. Once she was up, her arms hung limply at her side.
As she walked towards the candle, she happened to glance down at her stomach to see a terrifying sight. Her shirt was stretching over what appeared to be a thick, taut tube growing upward beneath her flesh. She struggled to lift her shirt with her weak arms. Revealing her skin in the candlelight, she saw that her skin had become shiny and pale, her veins showing through easily. The “tube” was nearly reaching up to her breasts.
As Jamie came to the first candle, she felt a great shiver pass through her body which brought her to her knees. Heat flared to her head, making her feel instantaneously feverish. It felt like her whole body was seizing. Her back went stiff and the muscles of her torso tensed, leaving her kneeling with her torso tight and upright.
Each flicker of the light seemed to play heat across her skin, but it was especially strong on her breasts. She could somehow feel the light of the candle, even through her shirt. Her body seized again, and she saw, out of the corner of her eyes, the “tube” extend up between her breasts, all the way to her throat. For a moment, she choked as her throat seemed to tense. As she struggled for breath, her body rebelled against her.
Her breasts seemed to pulse, expanding with each throb. She wanted to cry out but her tensed throat would not let her. Her breast throbbed larger and larger, stretching her shirt downwards. Her breasts also seemed to feel very different. They hung differently in her shirt, moved differently.
Before she would have described her breasts much like she would describe her ass or any other fatty body part. Now, though, they felt looser like they were being contained by her shirt and would hang down if it were to be removed. She felt like her breasts had become hard lumps surrounded by loose flesh, and as she struggled for breath, she started to notice further changes.
As she shifted, Jamie noticed there were new structures inside her chest. She could feel them moving, connected to the tube that was overtaking her throat. She felt the tube advance to her mouth and finally she took a gasping breath. The relief was short lived, though. As she breathed in deeply, her breasts pulsed hard and expanded in a great leap, tearing her shirt in two.
Her breasts spilled out of her bra easily, and Jamie stared in horror at what they had become. Her breasts stretched down from her chest as if the skin was being pulled. Her cleavage had disappeared, as had her nipples. Instead, her breasts had grown into a massive wrinkly pouch clearly containing two hard ovals, each nearly the size of her head.
She screamed pitifully and tried to stand again. She made it to her feet, but the swinging of her “breasts” upset her balance, forcing her to fall against the wall.
Come quickly, you must make it to the next candle.
Eyes wide, Jamie forced herself to run forward. She ran until her bra slipped off her changing body and nearly tripped her in front of the second candle. She was shaking as she arrived, her body still somewhat stiff. She fell to her knees, feeling pulses of heat in her head again. She began to sweat and spasm.
Jamie felt a soft tug on the base of her “breasts.” She shook her head in horror as she watched them slide down her torso towards her belly, her skin readjusting as it crawled to shiny, pale, veinyness. Now there was no doubt. From just above her crotch there hung a massive scrotum. She could feel the tubes within her sack connect fully to the tube that ran along her torso, which was now rounded, smooth, and flat.
Her body had a massive spasm and she saw her torso grow veiny and hard. Her arms, hanging limply at her side, suddenly went stiff against her sides. In the flickering of the candlelight, her eyes almost missed the subtle change of her arms sealing to her sides.
Jamie’s mind was in absolute panic. She was helpless. Her arms were disappeared into her torso and her head was getting so hot she was afraid she would lose consciousness. And it only got worse as she felt something changing under her chin.
She first noticed warmness, and then a soft pressure. Something was rising like a warm scarf around her neck towards her chin. As it touched her head, she felt her body stiffen against her will. It actually felt pleasant. But that brief good feeling was overcome immediately as she realized that the warmness was new skin growing in. It was bunching up beneath her chin and slowly rising to envelop her head. As the new skin pulled over her chin, she stretched out her back, pulling the skin back down below her chin momentarily.
Jamie knew what it was at this point, but the thought was terrifying to her. The lurking knowledge that this foreskin would extend over her head and that she would have to have it pulled back in order to even see was like a pit of dread in her mind. Yet, suddenly, she found herself drifting to other thoughts. Thoughts of spurting and hardening and tensing.
As the skin grew more and more, and the heat increased, she found herself dreamily imagining spewing forth cum, her heavy testicles straining to deliver their load. Her mouth salivated greatly. Without even realizing it, she drooled down her chin and into the foreskin that was growing beneath her neck. The air cooling her liquid snapped her out of the fantasy momentarily.
She was lucid long enough to realize that her mouth was not dribbling spit, to realize that her vision was fading, and to realize that her head was changing. She could feel it as the skin of her foreskin anchored itself to her chin, giving her head a very new shape. She felt her mouth turn upwards, softening, plumping into a smooth, red, puffy membrane. She felt little dots of nerves pop up all over the lower edges of her face, solidifying the new ridge of her cock-head.
Come! To the last light! To the last light!
Jamie didn't hesitate. Her brain was working slower and her thoughts were muddled, but she still knew she needed to get there to...save herself? She found she could still walk. Her legs still functioned for the first few steps. But as she approached the third light, her legs gave out and she flopped onto the floor in front of the light again, her hard upper body bouncing tensely.
She lost feeling in her legs quickly. More than that, she realized other finalizations. Her vision was quickly shrinking as her cockhead was enveloped by her foreskin. It felt good and warm to her now. Safe. The skin moulded her face into a perfect knob, her hair having been absorbed much like her arms. As the foreskin covered her stretched, gaping mouth, she felt intrusive thoughts invade her muddled mind.
She thought of rubbing of penetrating, of hanging, being stroked, growing hard. She thought of being wet, of being surrounded by warm membrane on all sides, of pounding that membrane and of filling it with...her? Jamie realized that something had changed inside. She wasn’t herself anymore. This woke Jamie for a moment, and brought horror back to the forefront. Enveloped in warm darkness, Jamie shakily realized she could no longer even feel fully female anymore.
Jamie screamed internally, her whole core being rocked by the revelation that she had become a male organ. But the clarity did not last long. In her realization, she roiled on the floor, sending pleasure to her softening torso. Instantly, it hardened again. The heat returned to her head, which swelled within her foreskin. Her mind flooded with sexual images, washing away any fear, any doubt, and leaving only sex. She felt cool air on her mouth, which only led her to struggle more, to rub more, to grow harder. She felt her skin slide over the bumpy ridge of her head as her body reached full erection.
Jamie’s body throbbed relentlessly. Her senses warped, she could taste the air, feel every detail of her environment. With her vision gone and her hearing dulled, her imagination became dreamlike in vibrance. She could see and almost feel every fantasy pumping through her sex addled mind. She needed feeling, needed touch.
Jamie throbbed on the floor, unaware that she was shrinking in size rapidly from a six-foot long monstrosity to a 8-inch erect cock. When the shrinking stopped, leaving Jamie bouncing on the floor, a shrouded figure stepped into the light. She wore long, flowing robes of black and violet, her face hidden by a golden mask inlaid with green gems. From the golden mask hung a veil that seemed to be woven of shadows. The Stranger.
She knelt down to Jamie’s throbbing form and picked him up in a velvet gloved hand, pulling aside her veil with her other hand. Her lips were shapely and ruby in color, and they parted to whisper one word before taking Jamie’s hard head within them.
“Come,” said the woman, wrapping her lips around Jamie’s head and sucking softly.
Jamie could not contain herself. Her head was erupting with pleasure. Sheets of electric feeling spread across her flesh as the woman’s lips enveloped her once, twice, thrice. Then, cold air. No! Please!
Jamie felt as though she would explode with desire. She needed touch, wanted it, but her body did not allow her to relieve herself. She needed the feeling back. She flexed herself as best as she could, hoping to be enveloped again.
Instead of warm tongue, she felt herself embraced and stroked by fabric. The threads brought her sensitive, engorged flesh to life. With each motion Jamie felt more and more full, more and more tense. She felt like she was rushing towards a cliff and would soon careen over the edge.
Jamie’s mind grew fuzzier and more frantic. She was slipping, losing herself in the wondrous stroking. Each stroke drove her further, made her need more. She felt a deep pressure in her “throat,” not unlike what she had felt as her cock body first began to form. A hard bubble that grew from the base of her shaft and expanded upward.
The pressure seemed to hesitate, to hang on some invisible edge for a stroke, two strokes, almost three. Then it exploded forth. Pleasure surged across Jamie, obliterating the shreds of her rational mind. She felt hot cum blast up her throat, surging into the air, dribbling down across her ecstatic flesh. She could taste it all as she surged spurts again and again, casting forth more semen from her loose scrotum that still vaguely felt like her breasts. She could feel her testicles within tighten to pump more cum through her throat and out her mouth, the pressure inside stretching her with hot, sticky liquid.
She twitched, her body squeezing out the last spurt of cum, which dribbled out of her mouth and began to slide down her shaft. The feeling was wonderful, perfect. Time seemed to slow for Jamie as she dizzily tried to collect herself. Her body began to soften and she felt the heat and pressure in her head start to relax.
Jamie’s thoughts began to collect, but they seemed to settle in a new place all together. It was as if she had drifted just past returning to her original identity. Instead, she realized with perfect clarity that she was a cock. As her slick foreskin began to slip over her cockhead, the alienness evaporated. It was perfectly natural for her to feel cum slowly slipping out of her mouth as her body went limp and settled between her balls. The new, constant lust in her mind was not only normal, but right.
Jamie mulled over the now-odd idea that she had once been human and then, with amusement, simply let the idea slip away. With it she willingly let the remainder of her humanity go as well, welcoming with open arms her new self. She felt almost drunk as her conscious mind, clear and rational, simply forgot about everything except those thoughts which a penis would need: thoughts of orifices to fill, of cum to ejaculate, of producing compelling hormones and arousal.
The masked woman smiled, licking the cum that had been spread across her gloved fingers before lowering the no-longer-human Jamie to the opening of her robe. Beneath the spread of the robe there was a jagged, yet faded scar: the remainders of a surgery meant to rob a woman of her pleasure and femininity. There was a soft, wet squelch, and then the woman gasped as Jamie fused with the flesh of her blank mound.
Jamie felt the flesh at her base crawl as a new connection was made to her. She felt the short hairs from the woman’s mound flow forward onto her body as their flesh intertwined. There was a strange feeling of openness as her tubes rearranged once more, her urethra connecting to the rest of the woman’s body intimately, extending up deep into the woman. Delight filled Jamie as new relevant purposes appeared in her mind. She began to harden again with arousal, receiving vague images from the distant mind that now steered her purpose.
Jamie felt herself shiver alongside with the woman. Images from the woman’s mind came to her. The woman was feeling Jamie’s sensitive flesh now. Jamie knew the woman had been robbed of pleasure long ago, but that would soon be rectified. Jamie knew she was about to be rewarded for her “misfortune.” Images of women dressed just like her woman filtered into her mind from her master. Their legs were spread, revealing beautiful cunts adorned perfectly with a few days worth of pubic growth.
Jamie knew she would take them, fill them, pleasure them. And she grew hard for it.