She felt disgusting but incredibly turned on. As a girl she never felt this... sexual. She kept thinking about phrases like "feeling like a man" and "being a man"... Even though Danny was short and pudgy, and had a weird face, he was a boy. "Boy". Now that she was inexplicably trapped inside his body, she could feel the potential it had. If she stayed this way, if puberty continued... Chest hair, muscles... This thick penis flopping around in her pants, this deep voice... No chance of ever getting pregnant, no chance of ever having a fucking period again... Even with Danny's fat stomach sticking out in front of her, even with the nasty, pudgy hairy legs she was standing on... This was a boy's body, a man's body... It was strong, not weak...
Her cock throbbed thick and hard as she rubbed her foreskin back and forth, faster and faster... It wasn't Danny's reflection in the mirror, it was hers. Her balls bounced back and forth, swelled with cum and testosterone... The body in the mirror was hers, the testosterone was hers, and she could stick this cock in any of her girlfriends and feel the ecstasy as she fucked them and they came and she came inside them and they begged for this man with his fat cock to fuck them harder...
Her cock swelled up even harder as an orgasm overcame her. Huge globs of semen shot out from her, onto the mirror, onto the floor, onto her fat stomach. She tugged at her cock over and over, overwhelmed by how good it felt. She could hardly stand. Then she felt the sensitivity of her knob become too much to bear and she finally let it go. She backed away from the mirror as her thick cock grew flaccid and settled back down against her scrotum.
Anna realized it didn't matter if Danny was attractive or not. Being a man was everything that mattered. Going through a boy's puberty was the best thing that ever happened to her. This body was a blessing, this virus was a blessing, these balls were a blessing, this chest hair was a blessing, this penis was a blessing.