"Trait picked, number two. Cocktail."
When Jennifer woke up, she still felt exhausted. She felt like her pussy had been assaulted all night last night, and hadn't stopped until after she made her choice.
Her fingers were wrinkled and smelled like sex. Her pussy felt sensitive to touch, and her inner walls were raw from the continuous masturbation session she had suffered through last night.
But finally, after her lucid dream ended in a flash, her first day, her first curse, was over. No longer did people have bestial tendencies anymore. The world got rid of that, but Jennifer knew that it wasn't over for her yet.
A new sensation.
A painful ache started right above her butt crack, and she felt how something started growing out of her skin right there. She brought a hand behind her, and felt how, slowly and steadily, a new appendage started to protrude from the base of her spine. A rod with a wide girth, growing more and more.
Jennifer felt it grow through her fingers, until it became smaller again. From there, the growth quickened, and the sensation of pulling a rope appeared. It was followed by the prickling sensation of new nerves activating, as well as the weird feeling of new working muscles.
When it ended, she looked behind her, and saw a giant cock attached to a tail, lazily waving around the air.
Touching it, she felt nothing. Just a rock hard piece of expanse. Trying to bend it in half gave a slight pulling sensation, but no more than that. It was too tough. Even feeling the tip of the cocktail didn't feel as sensitive as she thought it would.
It would function more like a dildo then, she presumed.
Then it dawned on her what the dream informed her with.
"Reality won't adapt to the changes, meaning it'd be better if you kept it a secret."
"Somehow." Jennifer whispered.
The tail was long enough for her to bring it in front of her, so she could put more effort to inspecting it.
It was large. Even larger than most penises she had seen before.
She had tried stuff out before already, experimented.
But never like this.
How could she keep this a secret?
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Jennifer tried everything.
Leggings and jeans were a no go. She couldn't hide her appendage in them. It could easily be spotted through them. Even right below her snatch, it meant there was no flatness there.
Dresses and skirts wouldn't help. Her tail never stopped moving, it would look like something was moving between her legs.
For the same reason she couldn't hide it underneath any shirts.
Holding it in a bag behind her meant the tail part would still be visible, as thin as it was. It still moved a lot, like a cat's or something. It had more of a will on its own though.
The cocktail didn't have a biology like the real deal. Although the structure was similar, no large veins were visible underneath the skin, where the blood flowed through. Secondly, it had no opening. The foreskin wouldn't slide down the tip, and she didn't see a small hole where the pee and the pleasure could come through.
It really did function more like a dildo than an actual dick.
It was still warm and hard though. The skin too, came with her fingers as she rubbed the appendage with them. She felt how parts of the cock were movable, like small twitches, and it felt alive, still.
Jennifer blushed.
Madly.
She slid of her pajama pants and panties. and brought her new part underneath her.
Her snatch was still wet from prior endeavors. It slid in easily.
Jennifer gasped.
Like a key fit a lock.
All seven inches were quickly inside her. She thought it was too big, but nothing was visible of the actual cock. Only the start of her tail protruded from her pussy hole.
And that, could be hidden much more easily.
With trembling fingers, Jennifer put on new clothes for the day.
Her steps were hesitant, and her legs felt weak at every single one of them. She struggled to stand straight. Her legs were together the whole time during the shower. Her tail was still lazily moving around in her underwear, but it managed to stay under cover. Every movement she felt another involuntary twitch coming from her cocktail, like it wanted her to slowly build up to a climax.
She moaned.
Yesterday had already been a month's worth for her. Did she really have to go over this again?
By herself this time though.
She struggled to stand up from her seat at the dining table, but she had to catch the school bus.
Nine more days...