Anita rushed through the portal that led to the roof of her apartment building. She ran down the stairs straight to her apartment. Her hands shook as she tried to align the key with the door lock. It took several tries before it finally unlocked. She threw herself inside and quickly closed the door behind her, locking it again. After taking deep breaths and calming down, Anita removed her shoes and started to undress. She left her clothes on the floor and turned to the full-sized mirror behind her. The girl staring back at her was beautiful. Her face looked like a Bold Beautiful Indian Women , but still very gorgeous. She had long brown hair that almost covered her breasts. Her eyes were large and almond-shaped, slightly tilted upwards, and a bright cyan color. They were framed by dark eyelashes that matched her thin eyebrows perfectly.

She put both of her hands on her chest, admiring her body and checking for any changes or differences after morphing. Her breasts were still the same size, soft-looking, and didn't seem big enough for such a well-built woman. They were small compared to some girls' breasts, but not too bad considering her height of only five feet eight inches. She grabbed and squeezed them together, feeling their weight and shape. Her hands moved down her abs, touching every inch of her toned stomach. She had a clearly defined six-pack before, but now she was even more muscular than ever, yet she still retained her striking feminine look. Her thighs were also thick and muscled, yet still smooth, unlike other women's legs, which would have visible veins in all those muscles. As far as her legs went, well, let's just say they were perfect. Long, slender, and strong, with high arches that made her heels stick out further when standing on tiptoe. Not to mention her calves were incredibly tight and defined! Her buttocks were firm without having a single ounce of fat on them. In fact, they looked better than most models.

  Finally, her hand slowly moved towards her crotch and grabbed hold of her cock. Yes, she had a cock, and not just any cock, but a massive one paired with enormous testicles. The shaft was hanging past her knees, swaying from side to side. It looked surreal, like it couldn't belong to a human, especially not to a girl like Anita. It felt like a tree trunk, heavy, veiny, and throbbing, pulsating under her touch. She stroked its length, watching her own hand move up and down her massive cock. It looked out of place on her petite figure, and yet somehow worked so perfectly with her new body. The skin color completely matched her own, except for the head, which had a faint pinkish tint to it. She could see the veins running across it, popping out and bulging, creating a very impressive sight.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed. "It's so big..."

Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation! She reached out to touch it, wanting to feel the skin against her fingers and the veins inside the shaft. As her fingers slowly traced along each vein, she savored every inch. The veins ran like a maze through the throbbing member, almost as thick as a pinkie finger, pulsing under her touch. It was simply incredible.

Moving her hand below the shaft, she took hold of her balls and rubbed them gently. Squeezing them hard, then harder still, she reveled in their enormous size. Even when tightly packed together, they still wouldn't fill one-quarter of her palm. She kept squeezing them, moaning softly, uncaring if anyone heard her. She shook one of her enormous cum tanks and heard the sloshing sounds.

"Fuck, so full, so heavy," she sighed.

Anita took her hands away from her genitals for a second and looked at the tip of her penis. It was dripping precum, forming a shiny puddle underneath. Well, "dripping" is not the right word. It was leaking, like a faucet, steady streams of clear fluid were flowing out of the head of her penis. She stared at it, fascinated by the sight. It seemed so perfect, like the very symbol of masculinity. She saw that her foreskin had retracted a bit more, revealing a lot more of the head. Anita grabbed it and pulled it back further, exposing more and more of the glans, watching the fluid run down her hand and drip onto the floor below. It was massive, wider than her fist. She looked at it from various angles, admiring it, mesmerized by it.Anita moaned loudly, feeling like a goddess, the goddess of the cock. She grabbed the base of her shaft with both hands. "Damn," Anita sighed. "I can barely even get my fingers around it..." Then she pulled her scrotum up, her pussy was still there, well hidden by her new package. It was dripping fluids all over her testicles.

"Wow!" she exclaimed. "My cock must be bigger than I thought!" She traced her finger along its length and then licked it, tasting the salty flavor. "Oh wow, this thing is amazing," she said aloud to nobody in particular.

Her left hand reached forward and touched the tip of her penis head, tracing it across the surface of the fleshy helmet. She leaned closer, staring intently into her own reflection in the mirror. "You're beautiful," she whispered to herself. With her free hand, she cupped her breast, squeezing it lightly. Her nipples hardened immediately, poking out like small needles.

Her cock started to grow harder and she couldn't resist touching it. The tip of her cock throbbed in her grip as she began stroking it. Anita gasped, and a spurt of precum hit the mirror in front. She stopped masturbating momentarily, admiring the texture of the mostly transparent fluid slowly running down the surface of the mirror. Her cock was still leaking precum down its length, making it glisten like an oil slick in the light of the vanity lamp. Her testicles were swollen, their weight pulling them down almost to her knees. She started stroking it gently while watching herself do it with lustful eyes, admiring every inch of her enormous girl meat and wondering what it would be like to shove it deep inside another person.

She began fantasizing about the first time she would have sex with a woman, something she had never done before. Would it hurt? What if she screamed? But no matter how scared she might have been, she knew there was nothing else she wanted to do more than stick her giant cock inside a tight pussy, stretching it to the limit. She wanted to know how it felt to have a cock squeezed by a convulsing and spasming wet tunnel of flesh, whether it was a pussy, anus, or mouth. She pictured her friend riding her cock, bouncing up and down with her breasts jiggling, screaming in pleasure as her own orgasm washed over her. Her mouth tightly wrapped around the throbbing member, sucking the whole thing dry, milking every last drop of cum she had. She imagined sitting on top of her, impaling her wet pussy on her cock, slamming her hips into her, milking her cock as she came inside her. Her girlfriend's face pressed into her pillow, her body shaking and quaking, her climax washing over her. Her mind wandered to her roommate, thinking about what it would be like to slide her cock into her tight little asshole, to hear her scream as it stretched her apart, to spurt ropes of hot white semen into her rectum.

"This feels...amazing! That's why men are so obsessed with sex!" She laughed and rubbed her thumb over the sensitive tip of her girlhood, causing it to twitch in response.

Each stroke of her rock-hard member gave Anita more and more pleasure. Her breathing became heavier until she couldn't help but moan, groaning deeply as her cock swelled to its full potential, expanding rapidly. Her hands gripped the sides of her shaft tighter as she watched the girth of her cock grow larger too. She squeezed it with each pump of her fist, marveling at how thick it got with every thrust. The veins on the shaft bulged outward, becoming darker in color. Her penis grew longer and thicker, the base of the shaft reaching the middle of her thigh. She tried to bury her nails into the flesh of her shaft, testing how hard it was. Her nails nearly broke. It was like a piece of metal, impossible to bend unless she used all of her strength. She closed her eyes, letting the sensations wash over her.

As she continued masturbating, her cock grew longer and thicker. Her testicles swelled larger and heavier until they hung slightly above her knees, swinging freely. She could clearly hear her semen producing inside of her testicles, filling them rapidly. Swirling and gushing inside, waiting for her to release it.

"Oh, My God!" She cried out. "It looks like I'm gonna blow soon!"

A huge stream of pre-cum leaked out of the hole of her penis and dripped to the floor below. She groaned quietly, feeling the heat rising within her. She stroked her cock faster, faster and faster until finally her entire shaft was covered in pre.

"Yea! Yes! Oh god yes! Cumming!" She shouted excitedly.

Pulses of warm cream shot out of her massive cock and splattered across the mirror. She kept cumming more and more. It felt amazing. Shivers ran throughout her body as she squirted load after load of cream-like fluid onto the mirror. Spurt after spurt of hot creamy cum covered the mirror completely in no time, and she kept cumming...and cumming...her feet felt limp from the intense orgasm that had overtaken her. She fell on the floor and instinctively kept thrusting her hips up and down violently with each spurt, as her girl cock kept pumping more and more of her cum, splashing all over her breasts and pretty face, covering everything in thick layers of girl cream. She opened her mouth and pulled her tongue out, catching drops of her own semen and swallowing all the drops she could get.

"Mmmm...that was delicious," she smiled happily.

Indeed it was. It tasted like a slightly sweet yogurt with high amounts of fat in it. It wasn't watery like most men's semen. It was thick, rich, and creamy, not bad at all. In fact, it was quite tasty, and the smell...it was intoxicating. Musky, yet tender, like a ripe peach.

And now she had plenty of it. Plenty of it to share!

After her orgasm subsided, Anita's upper body was a complete mess. Cum dripped off of her body onto the floor, forming a clear outline of her torso and head. Her cock softened slightly, shrinking back down to its normal size, lying between her breasts. Exhausted, she lay there on the ground, breathing heavily. As her heart rate slowed down and her breath became regular, Anita stared up at the ceiling. She noticed some spurts of her cum trickling from the ceiling in a gentle cadence, each droplet a tiny orchestra of sound as it pattered against the floor. Entranced, she lost herself in the hypnotic rhythm, a trance-like state of mind overtaking her with each passing tick of the clock.

"Holy shit," she murmured. "That was incredible..."

She closed her eyes for a few minutes, enjoying the aftershocks of her pleasure. Later, she got up and walked over to the sink where she rinsed her eyes clean. Once again, her reflection stared back at her, a cum-covered mess. She looked like a cheap whore after being used by dozens of different guys. Her hair was soaking wet in her own spunk, the same as her breasts and face.

She stood in front of the mirror for a while, mesmerized by her enormous piece of girl meat. It was covered in dry chunks of her own cum, but she didn't care. She let out a sigh of satisfaction. She had never felt better. She turned the tap, turning the water cold, and scrubbed her cock vigorously, cleaning off the last traces of her orgasmic fluids.

"This is the beginning of my new life," she declared proudly. "And it's going to be great!"