Kendall held her...or it might be more apt to call it his...hand against his forehead as he stared at the reflection in the mirror. Staring back at him wasn't the same female reflection that she had grown accustomed to over the years. Instead was the image of a good-looking...scratch that...fucking cute...male specimen. Kendall touched the mirror tentatively, as if it were some sort of funhouse mirror that was reflecting an abstract reality, as opposed to the real world. "My god," he whispered, before immediately clamping his hands to his mouth, startled by the sombre tenor voice that originated from it. He glanced up and down his muscular body, noting the firm pectoral muscles that had replaced his breasts, the firm six-pack of washboard abs, and the bulging muscles on his forearms. He cocked his head to the side and saw it was far more angular, his nose larger than it had been, and if he looked closely he could see the beginning of a five 'o clock shadow on his chin. The room even seemed smaller, given the increase in height he had gotten. Even his hair had shrunk back slightly, though it was still longish for a guy.
A guy.
Kendall shook his head and stopped admiring himself. This was wrong, he kept trying to tell himself. She was a girl, not gay, and certainly not a guy. She was supposed to be the one who was fucked, not the one doing the fucking. Of course this line of thinking caused his mind to drift southwards again, and he stared in amazement at the monument to his newfound masculinity. What had once been a fertile womb was now a 9-inch behemoth situated between his muscular legs, topping a sack that had tangerine sized balls inside of it. He felt a stirring in his groin, similar to what he had felt the previous day, as the 9 inch dick began rising up to meet him. A sound behind him caused Kendall to turn around and see Connor awaking as well, and he was stunned by what he saw.
Just as he had transformed into a studly male, she had finished her transformation into a lovely female. Her breasts, bigger than even Kendall's had been before, were a solid E-Cup in size. Her face was a thing of angelic beauty, with just a hint of the slutty nature that lay beneath. Connor stood up and looked at the mirror, not really surprised by the culmination of her changes. Internally, Connor wanted to scream, but the vapid exterior that she seemed to project wanted something else, as Connor simply looked down at Kendall's tool and smiled.
"No..we can't...I mean...how do you think with this thing," Kendall stammered as Connor slowly led him back to bed. Once there, she got down on her hands and knees and began kneading Kendall's newly grown manhood with her own newly grown breasts, causing Kendall to shudder in anticipation as a small amount of clear pre-cum leaked from his dick, as Connor lapped it up like a cat looking for milk. All too soon Connor had straddled Kendall with an untold skill and plunged herself deep onto the foot long pole, screaming at first in slight pain but then crying out in ecstatic pleasure as the two moved in time with each other. Kendall felt all resistance give way to the primal urge he had, as he released his seed deep into Connor's womb once more. Spent, he collapsed back onto the bed, the last thought in his head amidst the fading voice of his female self was that maybe this wasn't all bad.
Of course...what happened next...