Abigail couldn't stand the manly stench that emanated from her.
"Well, it had to happen eventually," she mumbled to herself.
She turned the faucet, all the while staring at her large, mannish hands, and got the shower running. She grabbed the hem of her camisole and peeled it off her toroso. Tossing the irreperably stretched out shirt aside she took in the full sight of her exposed chest. A coating of blond, tighlty curled hairs carpeted her chest and stomach. She played with it, feeling weirdly pleasured by the tickling sensation, and patted her solid four-pack abs.Next, came the moment of truth.
Looking away with a grimace, Abigail slipped her thumbs into the already tight waistband and yanked them down with all the force her new arms could muster.
She felt relieved, freed of the cutting waitband and painfully tight pants. Unable to abate her curiosity, she looked down and immediately did a double take. She hadn't seen very many penises in her life but she didn't need to to know that the thing hanging freely between her thighs was big, just like everything else about her new body. Her just as impressive testicles swung as she stepped into the shower.
She let the warm water run over her muscles and let out a low grunt as she felt the tensions of that morning discoveries melt away. She shampooed her hair, pleasantly surprised at how much less shampoo she had to use. And she leathered her body with soap, especially her armpits. She liked the feeling of the taut muscle under her hands as she spread suds into every crevice.
Eventually she ran her soapy hands through her crotch. Their weight in her hand felt very comforting for some reason. She gave her package a squeeze and a electricity ran up her spine. She squeezed again, curious, and felt that same wave of warm tingling. She felt her heartbeat pick up and her dick begin to swell. She pushed forward and squeezed again, her already impressive endowment growing into a rock-hard rod, the hood of skin at the top peeled back some.
Abigail stared at her throbbing member and slowly wrapped her large hand around it. She began pulling on it, a motion that quickly became pumping as each stroke filled her with a sensation she'd never felt before. She pumped with more and more speed as she felt something inside her building up. Finally, her muscular back arched and she lout out a deep, guttural moan as cum shot out and splattered agaisnt the shower wall.
Abigail panted as her dick deflated and returned to its flaccid state and the running water washed away the white gunk on her hand and on the walls.
She finished up her shower, still reeling from her experience and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her chest. She stepped out and wiped the fog off the mirror. A low chuckle escaped her thin lips when she saw how silly she looked. The towel barely covered her at all, her package hung visibly between her legs. Remembering how she'd seen men wear towels, she removed her own and wrapped it around her wais before sauntering out into the hallway.