Alaina had made her way back home, and was now in her room. She stood in front of her mirror, examining herself. She had long black hair with purple highlights that trailed to her mid back. With large boobs, thin waist, and thicc ass, and pretty face, Alaina was the picture of a fine woman.
The clothes she wore only made her sexier as she was wearing a dark tight t-shirt, a black short skirt, a pair of lace tights, with lots of belts. The shirt hugged to her body empathizing her big tiddies and small waist. Her skirt barely covered her nice rounded butt and exposed her soft lace covered thighs. The belts added an edgy cool rebel kind of look to make her outfit complete.
Did she really want to do this? Did she really want a dick? Well, she brought it so there was no going back now. She thought of her reasons for why she wanted a penis in the first place. Fate had dealt her a shit hand, she was blessed with the body of a goddess, but it wasn't worth it for a week of moods, swings, horrible cramps, and dirty blood every month. Yup, Alaina had horrible periods, plus there were always annoying guys hounding her for dates. The type of guys who just wanted to stick their dick into her pussy, which she did not appreciate. The girls weren’t much better, always talking behind her back, they were jealous and envy filled people. When she talked to her parents, they told her she was too focused on the negatives of life, phuuu, what did they know?
Her parents didn’t grow up in the city, where social interactions affected everything; they came from the countryside, not even the countryside with towns, basically the wilderness. They couldn’t understand her problems. Thus she had gone online to solve her own problems, that's where she found the magic cockshop in the first place. Having a cock instead of a pussy would improve her life dramatically. All the boys would stop lusting after her and no more periods of misery. The girls would still talk shit about her, but having a cock solved half her problems. She wanted to still wear her female clothes, so a small weiner would do.
She opened the bubble wrap, freeing the cute rod. It was so small and cute, she couldn’t stop admiring the peeper. It was almost like there was a spell of attraction that was cast on the little penis. Her own dick, her own penis, her own cock all of the above sounded nice, very nice. With her mind made up, and fire in her heart, she pulled down her lacey tights and then her custom made panties. Lifting up her skirt with one hand, she used the other to stick the flat end of the cock over her clit. Removing her hand, the cock stuck, and dangled limply. She grabbed the bottom of the balls and then stretched it over her vagina.
There was a sucking sensation and warmth in her groin, then the sensation of air. It was really connected to her body now, her vagina was gone forever, but it didn’t matter. The new sensations transferred from her sex pistol up her spine to her brain at an electric pace. Without touching it, the sensation of liquid fire could be felt traveling through the small cock. Every heartbeat pounded in her ears, as hot blood pumped Alaina’s cock to full hardness at 4 inches. Her penis felt so good, it was like a rod of pure sexual energy, the slightest breeze made Aliana twitch in pleasure as the cock’s neurons sent every sensation to her brain.
If it felt this good just from getting hard, what would happen if she touched it? Nothing good she imagined, but the itch of arousal was something that Alaina needed to scratch. Touching her mini sausage with a finger, a shock of pleasure sent a purifying flame over her body, quenching the itch of arousal for a second. But the itch came back again stronger, driving all reason from her head. She grabbed the whole cock in her hand and started to pump it like how the boys did in her school’s not so hidden, secret places. In doing so she exposed her cock’s sensitive tip to the open air, blasting her mind apart with overwhelming delight.
Her cock was pulsating, pumping out clear white fluid that made it easier to pump her happy stick. It felt so good, so amazing, so incredible to Alaina. She felt that her entire being was defined by the extraordinary feeling her cock provided. It was all she could think of, her body moved only by primal desire, not by conscious thought. Her other hand had gone to grope her boobs through her t-shirt, while she jerked her little sucker.
Alaina was now in an indecent squat standing position with her upper body tilted forward and legs spread wide. All kinds of obscene liquids leaked from her body. Tears of happiness flowed down her pretty face, while drool dripped out her mouth and down her chin. Precum leaked messily all over her hand, penis, legs, and floor.
Something was building in her cock, it had been building the entire time, ever since her dick first got hard. Alaina felt pent up like there was a pressure that needed to be released. She kept stroking until the pressure changed into motion. Her entire groin was pulsating. Dick and balls pushed and churned, moving her seed around inside her. There was a pause as her stroking stopped. She tried to not shoot her load, but she was already past the point of no return. Her small but hard cock shot thick cum in spurts like a machine gun. Her hold body jerked with each shot as the pleasure radiated from her cock to the rest of her body. Her abs had tightened as her body endured the waves of ecstasy, while her body shook in pleasure causing her boobs and butt to jiggle sexily.
The white liquids of life spurted from her cock in thick white ropes as her first orgasm with a penis drew to its end. Her penis, at half hardness, relinquished its’ hoarding of blood, and slowly deflated. It was at this time the magical dick of a spell activated. Tired and surprised, Alaina fell backwards onto her bed watching her magical pecker glow with red light. Her cock grew to full hardness again causing Alaina to yelp in pain as her dick, still sensitive after her orgasm, felt burning. Soon the red light was too bright to look at, but Alaina could feel her cock burn with change. She felt the shifting of form, she felt the power of transformation working its magic on her genitalia, once again.