Christy stared at the screen and thought hard. She felt happy with her body, so what could she change to test out this transformation gun? Her luxuriously long hair would look fit on a model, and her face was the epitome of high school feminine beauty. She knew that her c-cup breasts were big enough to attract attention, but not enough to distract people from her face. She had a nice ass that could be squeezed, and with a toned thin waist, she had a figure that other high school girls would envy.
Thinking hard, her eyes made their way down her body settling on her groin area. Perhaps she could change her vagina, maybe make it more muscular, hummmm….
“Ah ha!”, Christy said as an idea popped into her head, “Why not give myself a penis?”
Yes it was a radical change, but Christy always wondered how come boys always think with their dicks. She wanted to feel what men felt, this was because she had the best that womanhood had to offer so why not explore the unknown. Christy rationalized that she could always use the gun again to remove unwanted changes, so she made up her mind. She set the gun to give her men’s precious parts.
Pointing the gun towards her pussy, she pulled the trigger. Immediately she felt her insides shift and move with a growing heat. As the warmth grew hotter, her clitoris engorged itself with blood and thickened. Her vagina lips fused together like welding two pieces of metal. With Christy lower opening shut, her gonads descended, pushing out a ball sack. All the while, her clit had fattened into a foreskinned cock just shy of 6 inches long. The addition of male genitalia bulged her tight low rise skinny jeans forming a nice round curve of fabric where her pussy used to be.
The transformation happened very fast, but to Christy it felt much longer. The heat stayed with her as the change finished, keeping her new cock erect with boiling blood. She could feel her new testicles churning with the creation of fresh seed. The sensation of lust was totally different now. It was as if she was possessed by a spirit of want. Christy’s mind was overtaken with carnality and fantasy, which never happened to her before as she always had control over her mind during sexy times. All she could think about was how to use her new dick, and all she could feel was the restraining pressure of her tight pants on her cock.
Christy’s nipples were also erect under her short crop top. Now she knew what having dick and balls was like. It was mind warping to her. Having cock and balls was to be totally enslaved to your lust when aroused. Before when she was horny she could think like a human, but now she had a one track mind to fuck. She needed to plug up a hole with her new prick.
Unzipping her low rise skinny jeans, Christy freed her package. Her balls stretched out her panties obscenely, while her erect dick towered over the top. Using one hand, she grabbed her cock, releasing a wave of chemical signals to her brain telling her to do it. She stroked down pulling her foreskin down as well freeing her penis’s sensative head to the cool air. She was steel hard now and her cock was full of boiling blood. Christy could see heat waves radiating away from her male endowment. She slowly grabbed the tip of her rocket, and moaned as she felt a familiar pleasure. The tip of her cock was like her old clit but a lot bigger and more sensitive as a result. With a pump of her hand, her dick released a stream of clear fluids making her strokes easier and faster.
She used her other hand to grope her hard nipples under her crop top. With both hands doing their best to pleasure Christy, she was pushed to the brink of orgasm in a short manner. Her balls tensed up and her eyes lit up as the unknown male orgasm started it’s magic. A pressure made its way from her groin to her oversexed penis. Her whole body tensed and then a quick last fap released the flood gates.
Fresh white cum spilled out of her cock in glorious arcs. Rapid pleasurable convulsions in her groin area delivered sperm and fluids to her cock in an unending fashion, keeping the cum arc one long string. Since the whole orgasm was new to Christy, her mind was hit hard and her body froze, her only option was to enjoy the orgasm.
At long last the cumming stopped and Christy let out a long breath of satisfaction. Her legs gave away as she fell backward onto her bed.
“Uh oh,” she said as she felt something hard under her. Reaching around she removed the discomforting object revealing its identity as the transformation gun. As post orgasm clarity hit her fear did as well. Did the gun shoot her by accident when she laid on it?