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Automatic Sex Change Tonic

Swap Your Genitals With Just One Sip!

Use as Directed. Gender Corrector Sold Separately[/center][/b]

AnpuRa had read and reread the label about a dozen times now. He had to do a double take when he passed it in the aisle at the pharmacy. “Sex Change” was not a term he was used to seeing printed so garishly on products in public places. He picked it up and read the whole thing, hardly believing what it said even as it stood out in bright letters. [i]So, what does it do? Make my dick fall off and give me a pussy? What if I was a female? Would I grow a dick?[/i] Apparently so. In very small print on the back was a paragraph describing what it would do for the respective sexes. If you had a penis, it would shrink into a clit inside of a fully functional vagina. The opposite would happen if you had a vagina. Anything you did with the tonic could be reversed by simply taking the reversal tonic which was sold separately. No way it’s that easy, he thought. But according to the bottle it was, and for only $11.99 he could make it happen. With that kind of money to burn, he said ‘fuck it’ and took it to the front counter, though it made for an awkward purchase.

AnpuRa spent the whole drive home imagining himself with female parts. It made for a silly sight, his towering physique being the pinnacle of masculinity and strength. An avid body builder, there wasn’t a single quadrant of his body not ripped with muscles. Even through the dense, black wolf fur that covered most of his body one could see the definition in his every wiry sinew. A soft gray underbelly was segmented by his rigid trunk muscles. Cloudy tufts of fur blossomed around his collar and shoulders like a cape, his friendly wolf face coming above it all. The insides of his two tall ears were a shiny gold color, the luster of which matched his blood red irises. On top of it all he wielded a cock like a battering ram between his thighs. At the hilt of such a burdensome, vein-choked anaconda were balls like ostrich eggs.

So, to replace all of that with a quaint little cunt seemed asinine, so much so that AnpuRa thrilled at the idea of going through with it. [i]Will I grow tits? Or do I have to wait for the estrogen to kick in? Will there be any of that at all? Will I be able to get pregnant? Not that I’ll try.[/i] So many questions and possibilities, the answers to come when he finally took the potion. The time came when he finally got home. Too excited to do anything else, he ran upstairs to his bedroom and stripped himself of his clothing. Out flopped that massive black pecker of his, probably the last time it would do so in a while, depending on how much he enjoyed being a lady. He very delicately twisted the dropper cap open and lifted it up to see a tube full of sickly yellow liquid with silvery air bubbles floating inside. [i]OK. Let’s see what that does. [/i]He leaned his head back, held out his tongue, and squeezed the dropper over it. A single tear of yellow plopped onto the middle of his tongue. He closed his mouth and swallowed.

Liquid bitterness swept down his throat, making him cringe. He put the dropper back into the bottle and twisted it shut. “Whew… OK. Let’s hope I didn’t get scammed out of 12 bucks,” he said out loud. Putting the bottle aside, he sat down on the edge of his bed. His pendulous fuck stick hung down as far as a few inches past his knees, something he hoped to change if the potion was worth a damn. It was doing something for sure, though it was unrelated to AnpuRa’s junk. That nasty taste had imprinted itself on the back of his throat, bringing with it the feeling like he’d swallowed something big and heavy which left a pit in his stomach. He let out a groan and put a paw over his abs. “Ough… Don’t just give me a tummy ache. Come on.”

The potion seemed to listen, and his transformation began. It started with a stretching sensation across his dick skin, like it was suddenly too tight for the shaft inside of it. The same appeared on his scrotum, hugging the two testes inside him. A gasp sucked into his chest and made his spine jump up straight. “Ooh! Yeah, there we go. It’s working.” That stretching of the skin sank into the meat of his cock, creating a uniform pressure that he felt the most densely in his urethra and the ridge of muscle just beneath it. He dared to lift his penis so he could better see what was happening. As his pole came upwards he saw that it was already noticeably smaller. It filled out less of his fist and was shrinking up his thigh, the head already having passed the topside of his knees. The wormy veins that had once swam up his shaft from hilt to head were gone, sunken into the filament where they were no longer needed. The only thing still in its normal size was the foreskin, its loose cocoon shape sagging where his giant cock helmet used to be.

AnpuRa shivered where he sat. With just one motionless paw on his deflating penis, it felt like he was masturbating. [i]Damn. Must be all the nerves bundling up in one place. If this is how sensitive it is now, how sensitive will it be when it’s just a tiny clit?[/i] He was getting a taste already, and finally he had to let go of his dick as once his fingers being wrapped around it felt too good. Letting go didn’t mean it drooped any more. It stayed upright on its own, now just a three-inch nub of pathetic man flesh completely blanketed by his foreskin, still as big as it had been. The balls below were also wildly smaller, having become just a pair of beans inside a wrinkled, black purse.

AnpuRa dug his claws into the edge of the bed, gritting through the pleasant sensations that rang through his willy and made his toes curl. “Holy shit. Holy shit. Haha. Ahhh…” He witnessed the outline of his cock head sink into his pelvis along with his bitty testes. A plunging sensation beset his loins, the result of each part of his male sex rapidly melting and reorienting as the opposite. The bundle of nerves that had once sat in the notch of his glans shrank into a tiny bead, the remnants of his shaft. His nads sank deeper, carving a canal into him before being fashioned into a pair of ovaries connected to a perfectly functioning womb. The foreskin flattened across his crotch before cleaving itself down the middle to mark his quivering girl wound. At the flanks were two puffy cunt lips, their dividing line a sharp rose color that contrasted with the charcoal gray fur that surrounded it.

And voila. AnpuRa had a vagina. He sat there for a few moments breathing heavily, his mouth halfway between laughing and moaning as his entire lower body was raw with so many different sensations. There was the blissful ring of his pleasure centers still reacting to the change. A massive void like a missing limb hung around the area between his thighs. After living most of his life with the great presence of his penis, it was awfully jarring losing all of it just like that. He would clench his floor muscle and feel it entirely inside him, rather than over a foot away in the tip of his cock.

“Whoa… Haha… Mmmm… That’s fucking cool.” He very carefully brought a finger towards his cunny. The air around it simmered with sexual energy, his arousal already at a feverish temperature. Drivels of moisture bled from the inner folds, wetting the sheet just below them. As the tip of his finger got closer, he went even slower, ready to pull back as if it were a hot stove. At last, he met the sensitive swamp of flesh with a soft [i]skwish[/i]. The first tinges of real pleasure rippled up his core, and a sigh fell out of him. “Ahhh…”

AnpuRa leaned back and propped himself up on one arm so that he had better access to his cunt. That one finger traced the velvety trench, absorbing its moist, gummy texture and the great heat it radiated. Long, steady breaths flowed through his mouth, the occasional sharp gasp huffing through when he would touch a more sensitive part. This was only a fraction of the delight he knew he could reap from himself. With the taste of the potion still fresh on his tongue, he dipped the tip of his finger inside and hooked it up into the upper corner of his trench, knocking into his clit.

“Uhhhh…” The sound of his deep, masculine timbre letting out such a vulnerable, effeminate noise made him blush hard. That didn’t mean he was about to let go, not when it felt this good. He started fingering himself. A bliss as hot as it was magnificent glowed in his cunny and across his whole lower body. He could feel its warmth in his thighs and buttocks, that vibrant current of colors and fizzing delight which bent his tone so that it was womanly and had his toes curling. “Huhhh… Ahhhhh… Oh fuck… God… Huhhh… Yes… Yes~”

His finger went deeper and faster. The sound of his tender girlflesh being manipulated squelched and squished loudly. More of his waters sloughed out of him, the whole of his crotch being matted with it; a long, thin tail oozing down the side of the mattress. He wasn’t aware of anything like that, only that his pleasure was rising suddenly. His moans hit a falsetto, the jaw remaining unhinged as the noises he made started coming out freely. “[i]Hah! Hah! Hah! Uhhhh![/i]” He hit his peak, and suddenly his hips started to buck and spasm. The paw in his crotch had to come out and help hold him up on the mattress as he suddenly lost control of himself, that supernova of ecstasy that blew across his body denying most of his muscle control. Amidst it all was a sinister hissing sound as his pussy started squirting, a full-on jet of pure girl water shooting out from between his two lips and striking the wall in front of him loud enough to thud. The stream stopped suddenly, then resumed upon the next contraction. It assumed a pattern that went on until his ejaculation was but a rapid dribble that fell from his bulging pussy and onto the utterly soaked sheets.

The mighty, masculine AnpuRa was left slumped back on the bed, twitching in the aftershock, whimpering pathetically. “Hnnnn… Huhhh… Oh my God… Hahhhh… Huhhhhhhh…” Across his core and groin was a bodily euphoria like he’d never imagined before, something so bright and influential that it made his huge, rubberized leg muscles squirm and quake. It was like a fire had been lit inside him, a crackling bonfire that would need igniting every so often, a high that he would chase for the rest of his life. [i]Is this what girls feel when they cum? Oh my God. I might not go back to having a dick after all.[/i]

AnpuRa sat back up with a groan. He still felt horny, like he could go right back to fingering himself without having to wait. [i]Another pro to not having a dick: you don’t have to make it get hard again.[/i] He saw the destruction he had created from squirting. A massive splat mark was on the wall in front of him plus a dark trail on the carpet between him and it. It was more than he’d seen any woman ever create by several magnitudes. “Jesus…” He rubbed the space above his cunny. [i]That felt amazing, but what if I made it even better?[/i] He looked over at the bottle. [i]What if I took some more?[/i]

AnpuRa picked the bottle up from the nightstand where he had left it. Reading the bottle he found a warning: DO NOT CONSUME IN EXCESS AMOUNTS. CAN RESULT IN GENITAL OVERGROWTH. A grin crept across his lips. [i]Genital overgrowth, eh? That might just be what I’m after.[/i] He twisted the dropper cap back off. He didn’t bother with the dropper, instead throwing back a whole swig of the bitter substance. It contorted his face worse this time, but it meant the results came quicker and more severely.

A great bloating sensation tunneled down his insides and landed in his groin. He shuddered when his cunt lips started to swell outwards. He watched amazed while the many pleasant sensations made him bite his lip and curl his toes. The sheet just below his crotch grew even wetter with the juices that permeated out of him. Soon it was trailing down the side of the bed and steadily dripping onto the carpet. All of that was going on, and it wasn’t fast enough for AnpuRa. [i]Bigger. Come on. I want it bigger.[/i] Without thinking he grabbed the bottle, untwisted the cap, and chugged the whole thing. He barely noticed how awful it tasted, his senses dulled by the thunder in his loins which demanded more of his touch.

He violently chucked the bottle aside, sending it flying across the room and bouncing off the wall. He looked down and saw his pussy was still growing and was now the size of a cantaloupe. The slit was parted slightly, radiating that humid sex smell. More of his juices perspired from it, enough to trickle down the inside of both thighs, tickling him. Jutting out of it was his clit, a fat, pink pearl as big around as his thumb.

“God… That’s more like it.” He closed his legs together around it. Just one brush of his thigh and he was gasping from the pleasure it sent trampling through him. On reflex he planted his paws over his genitals. [i]Skwish![/i] His fingers sank into the massive cavity of soft woman flesh, now so wide that he could fit his entire fist inside. “[i]Uhhhh! Oh God! Hahhh![/i]” He pulled his paws out. Thickish girl cream was lathered across them both. They were bridged to his cunt by long, droopy threads of that sexual filth.

AnpuRa had no hope of leaving the bed. His claws gripped the edge of the bed as he watched those Jovian cunt lips grow, and grow, and grow. Now they were like two whole pillows soaked in brine, their product gurgling out of the middle crease heavily enough that he could hear it [i]thudding[/i] on the floor. AnpuRa trembled and shook violently. His every cell and fiber rang with the need to cum again. Looking down at his clit he saw not a bead but a solid cone that stuck out from beneath the hood of flesh, close to the size his testicles had been before all this mess had started.

“[i]Holy shit…[/i]” he whispered. “[i]Will it stop? Will it ever stop?[/i]” It seemed like it never would, those gargantuan beef curtains still swelling, swelling, swelling to a size like a beanbag that hung from his crotch. The slit at its center felt like it would set the house on fire, it was so hot. Everything was so sensitive to the touch; when it reached the floor AnpuRa let out a long, heavy moan. A pool of girl water was spreading across the rug, looking as though it would spread through the entire room. Perhaps his lady bits would too, absorbing the whole bedroom and the house around it.

Then, just like that, it stopped. AnpuRa was left buzzing on the edge of the bed, his jaws clenched, fingers dug into the edge of the mattress. He hardly believed what was between his legs even as it hung off him: a giant, morbidly obese vulva so massive that he had to keep his legs spread just to make room for it. The trench was like a giant clam, breathing that epic heat and the river of moisture that came with it. If it was any bigger it would’ve pulled AnpuRa through the floor, but it wasn’t, leaving AnpuRa to sit there in a pit of the worst arousal he’d ever suffered.

“[i]Wow,[/i]” he grunted. “[i]OK then. Haha… Looks like it works… Nnnnn… I think… When I can move… I’ll write up a good product review. Haha… Ahhhhh…[/i]”

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