Your thoughts and the wish for being larger for the mutual pleasure for the ladies and yourself has led you to where you stand right now. In the bushes, naked and rubbing over your entire body a creme of unknown origin. A creme worse yet which from its scent has made you drunk feeling and doing rash and foolish things.
As finger fondle what you had hope of seeing more of while still able to use as one did before. Now the penis is quite a bit thicker, longer, and has lost the circumcision you fostered from being born into a Christian home.
Aching itself upward the base of your cremed penis is broadened merging itself up and attached to the skin just below your navel. The shaft comes from there now arching upward toward your chest its texture being soft yet at the base is crusty like leather.
Up and out so long now and of such size in girth no normal woman's vagina could accept it. The shaft is thick and meaty but offers you a lusty tingle making the problems you imagine seem less. All of this new and wonderous penis would be fine have it not changed color from pinky caucasion to a dark brown and spots of black.
Then too your circumcised head of the once small and common penis now with your building erection is instead domed on the end only slightly. The end of the penis is to itself now a strange work of art. A soft dome of stiff flesh with the larger than large hole for urine and or semen flow. Around this it is flared out with an odd ridge of coarse feeling skin. As if it is a plunger to fill the gaps making the thrusting action like unto a piston working up and down to gather compression while it fire's the load.
Dancing within the bushes your legs need and want to show your delight. Turning and prancing with wild thrills the wish for feeling what your new penis may bring is making things happen.
Turning spinning around you spot the small bottle on the ground still in your crumpled shirt and pocket.
Taking it into your grasp the bottle is emptied and remaining creme now spread over face, into ears, over closed eyelids, and lips, merging with creamed ares already covered.
Remarkable feeling of agility and strange while wonderful sensations coming from all parts of the body. Breathing heavily your body feels warm too as if filled with drink yet not tored though still a relaxed uforia of calm.
Stretching your arms upward there care and thought for personal privacy is not any part of a consideration now. Your only desire is to be free and feel the air over your body and be yourself not giving a royal fuck what anybody might think!
Shaking your heavy feeling head like full of cotton and rocks. Lips feel different having become as alert to touch like fingertips were once. Yet they are now dull and almost numb of feeling it makes you wonder but the care passes with still newer sensations beginning.
The air's chill without clothes has now faded away as from your own skin it has thickened, darkened, and is covered with spreading long shaggy brown hairs.
If not for the uforia feeling abounding within your head and body this change of skin and covering of hair might be something to fear. Yet fear at the moment is the furthest thing from your thoughts. In fact your feelings of giddy delight has made you start to yell out and broadcast your wild sensations to the world.