Meadow winked lustfully. "Ooh, this should be fun. I haven't sucked dick since high school, back when I was pretending to be straight. It was pretty fun; too bad all the dicks were attached to dudes."
Krys laughed. "You ain't gonna have that fucking problem anymore, babe! Now, let's get down to business." The dickgirl sat herself down on Meadow's sofa and spread her legs, displaying her rapidly hardening cock to her girlfriend.
Meadow reached excitedly for the now fully stiff dong, savoring the feel of steely flesh in her hand. The hippie slowly slid the foreskin down from Krystal's tip. Mmmm, she could still taste the salty sourness of the pee on it! Krystal twitched in response.
"Daaaaaaaamn!" the punk groaned in the throes of pleasure. "That felt so fucking, GOOD, Hippie-Dippie! I don't know if you're just that much of a natural, or if have a dick was this amazing and I never knew."
"I'd guess the last one," said Meadow. "I haven't really done anything yet. Let's change that." Meadow gave the exposed dickhead an experimental lick. Krystal bucked again, squealing with ecstasy. Meadow then plunged the head of the cock into her mouth and went to town on it, her own hands straying to Tiger Lily's folds. Before either girl knew what was happening, a colossal load of cum blasted into Meadow's mouth as Krys screamed her lungs out. Just as with the piss, Meadow struggled to swallow her girlfriend's load, sticky white spooge oozing past her lips as she pulled away from the spent cock.
Krystal looked down disappointedly at her softening penis. "Ugh, goddamnit! I finished too fucking quickly! I wanted my first blowjob to last more than fifteen fucking seconds!"
Meadow blushed. "Yeah, it was a bit short. I'd kinda hoped to enjoy your dick a bit longer."
Krystal sighed. "I'm awful sorry, Mead. I'm just so fucking new to using this thing. I guess it's normal that my endurance is sorta shit. Don't worry, next time I'll give you the facefucking your deserve. Ugh why do my muscles feel so damn sore?!"
Meadow put a hand to her startled mouth. "Uhh... Krys... you might wanna take a look at your reflection."
Krystal rushed over to a mirror and checked herself out. Whoa, she looked quite a bit buffer than she remembered. Then she realized that her muscles we expanding right in front of her! And was she getting... taller? Then she noticed her hair growing thicker and her eyebrows getting bushy, almost a unibrow. The punk glanced down to her new dick, and saw that it appeared to have grown somewhat. And then she noticed that her landing strip had grown into a full bush... and that a landing strip was even now sprouting all the way to her belly button!
Krystal winced as she felt her armpits itch. She raised her arms and, sure enough, discovered hair beginning to grow all over said pits. Her brawny arms and legs were engulfed in a similar itch as they grew nearly as hairy as Meadow's shaggy limbs. For a moment, Krystal was worried that she was turning into a man until her boobs started to expand, moving up nearly a full cup size. Arousal filled Krystal's body, slowly returning her limp dick to its erect state.
As the changes stopped Krys craned around, trying to view every inch of her huge, rock-hard body. As she moved, her toned frame rippled with bulging muscles; she looked like a weightlifter.
"Fucking Christ," Krystal gasped, noting with pleasure that her voice had dropped an octave. Krystal's voice had always been a very high soprano. The punk rocker had always hated it, figuring it made her sound like a little girl. Her new voice wasn't quite out of the soprano range, but that cutesy effect was gone. Krys smiled at this development.
Meadow ran up to her girlfriend. "Oh my God! What happened to you, Krys?!" She felt Krystal's rocky, hairy bicep, unsure whether to believe it was real. Real or not, it felt pretty nice.
"Dunno, Hippie-Dippie," Krystal grinned, flexing with the bicep that Meadow wasn't pawing at, "but I really fucking like it. I look hot as hell like this!"
"We need answers," Meadow said resolutely. "We're going to talk to Circe. Let's get dressed; if we hurry, we can still get there before the place closes up for the night."
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"...and then THIS happened to her!" Meadow explained to Circe, gesturing at Krystal's tall, hairy, muscular body. "Do you have any idea what might've caused it? Was it her dick?"
Circe chuckled slightly, her eyes laughing much harder. "Indeed it was. Perhaps you recall my warning that using your cock would flood your body with masculine energy?"
"Yeah," said Krystal, "now that you mention it."
"Well," continued Circe, "that's exactly what you're experiencing. Of course, it's no ordinary masculine energy filling you. I would never dream of selling you the penis of an actual man, horrid creatures. In fact, I never simply take the cock of a male lover who slights me. Them, I turn into swine. Poetic, no?"
"I suppose," shrugged Meadow. "But if you don't collect male penises, where the heck did Krys's dick come from?!"
"Men aren't the only people endowed with a phallus," said Circe. "I have taken lovers from such folk, and I generally find them much more pleasant lovers. Even when things go truly sour, I usually only take their dicks as the punishment, condemning them to lives of ordinary womanhood. They hate it, of course, but it's an infinitely kinder fate than becoming a sow. You see, Krystal Brock, your penis... came from an Amazon."