The couch groaning in protest, Chastity stared in horror down at the thing that now dominated the normal flat skin of her groin. If she had to guess, she figured it was nearly two feet in length, which caused her to shudder at the thought how big it might get if it ever went from its flaccid state to being erect. Thinking, "This is bullshit. This is a load of bull. There's no way I can have, one of those, things," and refusing to call it a penis, believing that by doing so would make it let real, she looked away from it and tried to ignore it.
Unfortunately, this proved difficult. She could feel her scrotum and testicles pressing against the inside of her legs, whilst the penis itself lay heavily against her groin and lower abdomen. Her eyes drifting to the television and she shuddered as she felt a stirring in the organ when she saw the female cows and suddenly afraid of the thing growing hard, she hastily scrambled for the remote, causing the last of her clothes to rip. Shutting off the tv, which didn't seem to help, as she still felt the stirring sensation in her new organ, she listened as the crouch groaned some more as she tried to sort out what she should do.
Again, thinking, "This is a load of bull. Girls just don't grow one of those, things," suddenly conscious of how noise the couch was making, she groaned and muttered, "Stupid couch," as she stood.
Her penis swinging low and thwacking hard against her leg, Chastity grimaced as she looked down it. Thinking it looked unnatural and was too long, she listened as the floor joists beneath her feet creaked. Starting to get alarmed, believing that something else might be wrong, she thought about it for a moment before hurrying toward the bathroom, where she stepped on the scale. Watching as the digital numbers jumped to two hundred and fifty six, disappeared, reformed at five hundred and forty nine, vanished and briefly flickered at nine hundred and eighty six pounds before the display went completely black and burning smell started to issue from the machine, Chastity stepped back.
Horrified by what she'd seen, thinking it had to be wrong, as her normal weight was around a hundred and fifteen, she turned away from the scale and uttered a noise that sounded like, "Gaaamoouuu," the instant she saw her reflection.
She'd always been a bit fussy about her appearance and had, on a couple times, worried that her B cup breasts weren't big enough and that she would never have a C cup, like bets. But, looking in the reflective surface, she glanced down and was suddenly aware of why she could see the horrid thing that now dominated her crotch. Turning away from the mirror, refusing to acknowledge what she was seeing, Chastity hurried from the bathroom and toward her room. Inside, she slammed the door and ran toward her full-body mirror and peering into it, she began to weep at the what she was seeing.
Dominating her vision was the penis and testicles that hung ponderously from her body. Yet, they weren't the worst of it, as she gazed at her flat chest, a mixture emotions going through her. Uttering another lowing noise, Chastity grumbled, "Great. I look like a guy from the neck down," and suddenly aware that her voice sounded different, she began speaking random words for a bit before spitting, "And I even sound like one," in a deep, baritone voice.
Slowly drifting away from the mirror, she flopped down on her bed and thought about how, from the neck up, she still had her pretty, feminine face and her long brownish-blonde hair, whilst everything from the neck down looked like belonged to a rather muscular dude. Rolling over on her side, starting to weep once again, she pressed herself against the soft, pastel purple comforter and muttered, "This is a load of bull. I didn't do anything to deserve this," and liking the way bedding felt pressed against her body, especially the way it felt touching the tip of her penis, Chastity shuddered and tried to force herself to get up as she once more felt a stirring feeling in her groin.
A shudder of pleasure rippling through her as she moved, making the feeling worse, she lowed out, "Moouuu," and trying to stop herself, she reached down and began to lovingly caress the penis. Teasing it, slowly bringing it to an erect state, sometimes using her hand, sometimes rubbing it against her comforter, Chastity thought, "No. I shouldn't. It might make it worse," but starting to breath heavily, she found that no only could she not stop, but she didn't and that despite her insistence that what she was doing was wrong, she was actually enjoying it and, before she knew what was happening, she violently cummed all over her chest and across her bedspread, belting out a series of ecstatic moouuus as she did so.
Afterward, lying on her bed, ashamed at what she'd done and how she given herself over to the feeling, Chastity cried as she stared down at the now growing flaccid organ, thinking something about it looked different. Not wanting to deal with it, she used her comforter to clean away the last bit of ejaculation dribbling off it and noting as she did that the cream coloured pubic hair had spread and now covered a small portion of the inside of her legs, up to almost past her waist and nearly around to her butt, giving her the appearance of wearing a the front part of a pair of furry underwear. Sniffing, muttering, "Great," and, "Load of bull," she yanked the bedspread off the bed, exited her bedroom and headed for the laundry room. Cramming the bedding into the laundry, she dumped a cap full of detergent onto it, closed the lid and began running the washer.
Afterward, she returned to the living room and collected the shredded remains of her clothing and unsure what to do with it, she bagged it up and tossed it in the garbage can behind the house, finding, as she did so, it was exhilarating to be outside in the nude and almost wanting to remain out doors. But, terrified it might lead to her becoming aroused, Chastity hurried back inside and, after a moments thought, headed for the bathroom, where she began to run a cold shower, which she hoped would keep her from getting turned on again.