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"So I told him," said Miranda, "that I'd do it if he bought me that armlet." Brittney burst out laughing. "Miranda, how do I keep up with you?" The cheetah girl brushed her hair back and smiled. Miranda giggled through her beak and the two walked over to the computers. "Now... do you remember how to do this?" asked Miranda. Brittney frowned. "Not really." The usb stick from her pocket and walked up to one of the computers, needing a moment to remember which button turned on the screen. There was a boy there, Leonard the caiman. The crocodillian had a long row of teeth in braces and a pair of glasses completed the look of a nerd. Brittney smirked and tapped her toes on the ground, toering clicking on the floor. "Oh Leonard..." Leonard looked over, an expression of admiration and worry. Brittney was in a nice shirt and those jeans emphasized her curvy hips. Sure she didn't have the biggest breasts but Leonard would have loved to see them naked. He said, "Y,yes?" "I need help converting my..." Brittney paused, thinking, "My document thing into a pdf. Could you help me?" "Oh!" said Leonard, smiling. "Of course!" Brittney and Miranda shared a look. Leonard walked over and saw Miranda, wearing a low cut top to show off those huge knockers. The swallow girl liked to display her goods and Leonard couldn't help but look as he passed by. He wasn't expecting college girls to be so buxom! Leonard pointed at the port on the laptop. "Insert the usb there." "Oh!" said Brittney. "Will do!" She stuck the usb in and the laptop made a sound. Leonard took the mouse and clicked on the app icon, the cursor shaking because of his own nervousness. "You open Adooby Reader and if you drag the document in then you can convert it." "Wait, slow down," said Brittney, leaning into Leonard and rubbing her arms with his. The caiman curled his toes with excitement! Brittney said. "Where's the icon that makes it convert?" Leonard dragged the cursor up to the top of the program and clicked on a file-to-file icon. "Up here." "Wait," said Miranda, leaning on top of Leonard and pressing her boobs into his back. "Where's the icon?" "U, u, up h,h,here!" he said, smiling awkwardly and pointing at the icon with a clawed finger. "Oh, thanks," said Miranda. Leonard smiled. Leaning up, he said, "No problem. C,can I help you with anything else?" As expected, when Brittney looked down below at Leonard's pants, there was a bump. The caiman was [i]excited[/i] to be around two sexy girls! Brittney snerked. "I think you need to help yourself to something." Miranda chuckled. "You got a boner!" Leonard looked down and yelped. "Oh no!" He put two hands on his crotch to hide his boner. People around the class laughed. They didn't need to see it to know what was going on. Leonard blushed and made his way to the classroom door, hiding his crotch with his hands. Brittney took the usb out of the laptop and smirked. "Some guys just can't [i]control[/i] themselves." "I know!" said Miranda. "At the very least, he has a nice [i]size[/i]." Brittney giggled. "Oh no! Don't tell me you're interested in him." Miranda rolled her eyes. "Cheap talk for a slut that drops her pants for 90% of the guys interested in her." Brittney slapped Miranda's shoulder. "Not 90%! 80%!" Miranda and Brittney snickered. Brittney smiled, "We're you coming to the club tonight with me?" "I'm thinking about doing a lot of cumming," said Miranda. "What?" asked Brittney. "Nothing, nothing," said Miranda, waving her hand. "It's just..." She quieted herself, lost in thought. "Never mind. Tonight, then." Brittney smiled and the two walked off to the printer to get Brittney's paper printed. The school day went by and Brittney went home to relax in her room and scroll through the popular social media app Shitter. She saw updates from all her friends and popular singers, scrolled back to the top and kept refreshing to see if any new Sheets updated. There was nothing so she went into the local tab to see what people around her were saying. It was mostly people posting about local rivers and sights, but there were also strange posts about people having their genders changed. Or sex. Brittney didn't know what word to use but the pattern repeated: people said they had their bodies magically changed by some woman named "Proteusa". The concept was so weird to Brittney, but she couldn't help but think about it. How would it feel to have one's body shifted like that? Was Proteusa doing it on purpose, or to punish people? It wasn't the first time Brittney heard about the mysterious Proteusa either. The name had been read over the last week. She didn't know if it was some sort of scam or Shitter bot garbage but she heard whispers about it in the girl's bathroom. Proteusa, on Wet St. She put it out of her mind and wasted time until it was time to hit the club with Miranda later. What clothes would she wear was the question on her mind. Would she go braless? She would go braless, picking a nice loose top so those nipples weren't too obvious. She thought about going pantyless but a pair of cotton undies called to her, so she slid them on. The streets were filthy but she liked her toe ring so much she had to keep them free. She found a pair of jeans that she had mistaken for being for men, based on how uncomfortable it was for Brittney's hips. She looked at them. Men clothes were interesting. They were rugged and tough. Brittney brought the pants down to her legs and imagined her hips fitting into them. She would need [i]man's[/i] hips for that to work though. A woman who can switch people's body magically, could that Proteusa transform Brittney into a [i]man[/i]? The night pushed around and she got a text from Miranda. M: sorry. but i'm not going to the club tonite B: awwww, y the fuck not?? M: bcuz that guy at the garden asked me out M: and hes already shown me his dick Miranda texted Brittney a picture of her new friend's penis, and Brittney got to feast her eyes on some horse guy's 12 inch cock. Very thick. Brittney licked her lips. B: jeesus. Wish I had one of those!! M: he's got me all wet Miranda texted Brittney a picture of her bare vagina, seeping with lady juice. Miranda was [i]horny[/i]! The horse guy was in the background of the photo, already naked. They were about to get busy. B: all right. you have fun you slut Miranda didn't text back. Brittney knew why. Brittney didn't know what to do with herself. She didn't want to arrive at the club alone regardless if it made leaving with a man a little less complicated. Would she find a nice man at the club with a dick bigger than Miranda's horse friend? She hoped. But Web St. called to her. She didn't know if she believed in some gender-shifting witch but she paid attention to the news and knew that there were weird things out there. A gender-bending magician down on Web St. seemed plausible. She would go check it out, that's all. She didn't actually [i]want[/i] to get gender shifted, she just wanted to check it out! She could watch someone else get the change. She said bye to her parents then got on the bus to head to the Hindquarters, the seedier part of downtown by the river. She didn't go there often. Before she hit drinking age she went that way to get some booze. Brittney was once told that if she was ever desperate to get fucked, she could head down there and spread her legs and she would have a dick inside her within seconds-- stds notwithstanding. She got off the bus and looked around. The streets were wet and the neon lit up the streets. People walked the streets passing by drunks and prostitutes. A weasel guy, shorter than Brittney was hand in hand with a whale prostitue wearing nothing but black lingerie and a red latex jacket. Brittney regretted coming down to the Hindquarters but all she needed to do was check out Proteusa-- if the witch even existed. She could be out in a matter of minutes, and she knew her way to Web St. well. She went down a slope past the barriers that disallowed cars driving in that part of town. She found Web St. beyond a sex toy shop. She wasn't there for sex toys but she saw that the new Godzilla Rod was in and panted seeing its 2 feet size! She didn't have time for dildos. She went to Web St. and she had forgotten how run down that place was. The road was covered in potholes and the buildings, with busted doors and broken windows, looked like crack dens. She was surprised she didn't hear anyone tweaking. Brittney never regretted not wearing shoes as much as that moment. "Where is she?" asked Brittney. She couldn't know for sure. Further down the road, there was a crowd of zoomans, a few years older than Brittney, hanging out in front of a building, laughing and playing. Brittney walked around that road, unsure where the witch could be. Was it the shack beyond the gated fence? Was it the big building that looked like a mid-century manor? Was it the old church? She was wary of others. She passed by a tuna man that looked skeezy go into the large building-- to do what, Brittney did not know. "Hey!" shouted one of the zooman crowd. "You looking for the witch?" Brittney didn't like the feel of the situation but responded. "Yeah. That's right." The guy, a coyote guy, pointed at the big building that the tuna man had just gone inside. "It's that one." Brittney didn't trust the coyote but after a minute, that tuna man came out-- and it looked like he had a [i]big[/i] chest and curvy hips. The tuna [i]woman[/i] walked down the road, shaking her ass. "Thanks," said Brittney. She wasn't sure but she walked into the old building. If this was a trap and she was going to get raped, hopefully it was a guy with a huge cock. The windows on the big building and the door were busted. The inside of the building was draped with a weathered carpet, perhaps red long ago. The lights on the walls were oil lamps. It smelled of incense. Brittney didn't know where to go so she walked around the floor. The manor had short hallways and a big room in the center. There was a floor lamp with its plug plugged into some kind of generator. The place didn't have functioning electricity. And across the big room there was a lizard woman with a furred collar on her coat. She saw Brittney and stared with curious eyes. "Oh," said Brittney, "[i]Hi...[/i]" The lizard woman Proteusa crossed her arms. "You got a reason for being here?" "I heard that there was some kind of witch around here," said Brittney, walking her bare feet closer. Proteusa met her by the floor lamp, the lizard woman barefoot as well, wearing a simple frock underneath a cloak. "A witch huh? You shouldn't believe in fairy tales." "But I heard she changes peoples genders!" said Brittney. "I wanted to see if it was true." "And what if it is?" asked Proteusa. Sensing that the lizard woman was Proteusa, Brittney got nervous. Was she going to turn [i]her[/i] into a man? Brittney clutched her collar. "I, I just wanted to see it. To believe it." Proteusa rolled her eyes. "You want to gawk, that's it?" "No," said Brittney. "I've never seen anything [i]weird[/i] like that." Proteusa walked up, startling Brittney, but then she pointed at herself and a flash of light left her finger tip and engulfed her body. Her chest receded, the softness of her face narrowed, and her hips slendered. "How about this?" Proteusa said in a low, masculine voice. "Is this weird enough?" Brittney lost her breath. Did Proteusa seriously switch her gender? Did she become a man? Brittney walked up close to get a better look. Proteusa's chest was gone-- there was no illusion! Her crotch has a hefty bump. "Wow..." said Brittney. Proteusa zapped herself again and that chest missiled out and the bump in her crotch was gone. The curves on her body returned. "Impressive, isn't it?" said Proteusa in her proper, feminine tone. "And you can do that?" asked Brittney. "Anytime?" "Anytime, any[i]one[/i]," said Proteusa. "Why? Were you looking to get shifted? I do it for free." Brittney snerked. "[i]Nooo![/i] I don't want to be a [i]guy[/i]. What kind of person would want to do that?" "A lot of people," said Proteusa. "They sound like weirdos if they want to switch their genders!" said Brittney. "How so?" asked Proteusa. "Because..." said Brittney. "They... aren't happy with their bodies!" "Not necessarily," said Proteusa. "Most are just curious. They come back to me after they're done and I switch them back." That opened the door for Brittney. It was an easy to use way to be a man. But she didn't [i]want[/i] to be a man, did she? "W-what is it like?" asked Brittney. "It's painless," said Proteusa. "It feels weird having your body shift like that but it doesn't hurt." "No..." said Brittney. "Being a man." Proteusa smirked. "Why don't you find out?" She held up a finger, a magic spark glowing at the tip. Brittney turned away, shy. "No! I couldn't do that. I'm... a girl. A [i]woman[/i]. I don't [i]want[/i] to be a guy." Proteusa smirked and leaned close. "Are you sure?" "Uh..." said Brittney. "Just for tonight?" "That works," said Proteusa. "Ok," Brittney nodded. "Make... make me a man!" Proteusa pointed a finger and Brittney closed her eyes and bit her lip. She didn't see the light hit her. She felt a sudden change though. She opened her eyes and looked at her body. Her hands and feet weren't different but her chest was flat and her hair was shorter. "What?" said Brittney. That registered low. "I'm a guy?" His voice was deep. He felt around his body and so many shapes were out of place. He had narrow hips, and some [i]meat[/i] where his crotch was. "I'm a guy!" said Brett. "Yep," said Proteusa, wiping her hands. "And a pretty handsome one at that." Brett giggled, feeling his butt cheeks and his chest. He looked at his clothes. They had been modified-- switching out a girly jacket for a jean one more fitting for a man. When he looked in his pants, his panties were replaced by briefs. But there was a lot of meat in those underpants. "Holy shit," said Brett, "I'm [i]hung[/i]!" "I'm sure it feels that way," said Proteusa, "but most people exaggerate--" Brett took out his penis and the member hung over his jeans at 6 inches flaccid. He smiled wide and laughed. "Oh!" said Proteusa. "That's quite big!" "Wow!" Brett slapped it around. "Can I use it? Will it break?" Proteusa chuckled. "What kind of question is that? Of course you can!" Brett slipped it back into his pants and stood in silence. "Now what?" Proteusa took Brett's back and pointed him at the door. "Go out. Enjoy yourself. This is an experience." Brett nodded and went out the door. He waved at those guys by the streetlight and walked off into the city. Brett couldn't believe it. He was a guy! He felt his balls jiggle in his briefs. He walked by other zoomans and felt insecure as they looked at him. He wondered if they knew he was secretly a woman under an enchantment. He saw people looking at him and broke out into a giggle. His voice was so suave! He thought about singing his favorite song with his new voice. "Let's get atavistic baby, Be nothing but filthy beasts, Drool all over ourselves like dogs, And mate in the streeeets," Wow, he had a handsome voice! He was still getting used to being a guy so he didn't think about any specific activity to do. He went to the outdoor shops, and he was tempted to buy some man's clothes for once even if the only shirts for sale were tacky franchise t-shirts. As he browsed, a girl came up beside him. She was a dolphin girl with her shirt tied down and wearing a pair of short jean shorts. So many curves of her were on display, and she was barefoot. Brett stared, and a feeling of arousal came over him. The lightness in his body wasn't anything new, he experienced that as a girl, but the firmness in his penis was a new sensation. While his vagina would grow outward when he got aroused, having a penis was different. There was a direction to the arousal, like a flower rising to the sun. He stared, feeling nothing but joy as he looked over the dolphin girl's slender frame, skin shining in the neon lights. Her breasts like wet mirrors to streetlights. His breathing got heavy and his mouth dropped, his tongue resting out. The sensation of wanting to have sex with the dolphin was transfixing. What would it feel like? In his experience masturbating with a vagina, he could imagine how warm flesh would feel around a firm cock, but there was only one way to know for sure. The dolphin caught him staring. "Can I help you?" Brett got out of his stupor and stuttered, "N,no. I, I, uh..." The dolphin looked down at Brett's crotch and saw a rising on his pants. She chuckled, sounding annoyed. "Buy a girl a drink first." The dolphin turned tail (an expression, she had no tail) and walked away, slapping the pavement with beautiful gray feet. Brett stared, indulging the feeling of arousal and the wanting to have sex. He let his boner grow and push on his pants further. It was embarrassing but it felt too good to ignore. He imagined her without any clothes on, letting her boobs out and spreading her sex for him. The penis grew further. Brett had been attracted to girls before, often, but the attraction took on a new flavor now that he was a guy. He thought about all the girls he had found hot and let the fantasies tantalize his loins. There was a panther girl in her zoology class-- Nadya. She was a bit of a fatty but the girl had a sultry air about her. Nadya could growl and Brittney would have creamed her panties. Brett had a teacher, Professor Tyrant, a breasty t-rex lady. Old, but Brett would have loved to stick his dick inside her. Brett thought about Miranda, and the guy got a huge woody for his best friend. Brett stood in the middle of street, staring into space. People passed by wondering what was up with him, noticing the huge tent his had on his pants. Maybe he was high, they thought. Brett broke out of his stupor when a couple passing zoomans giggled at him, pointing at his hard trying to escape his pants! Brett giggled, embarrassed. He tried to say something cool. "Like what you see?" The kids said nothing and kept walking. Brett thought he should relax, but having a boner was so much fun! He walked around, letting the tip rub the front of his briefs. He was showing it off, it was so big. How big, Brett couldn't know at the moment. He walked around, bulge bouncing the front. Many noticed and many laughed but Brett didn't care. Having a boner felt too good. He looked down while turning a corner and looked down. It was getting [i]so[/i] long! He took a finger down and poked it. He shivered and blood rushed out of his head-- it felt so good. He poked it again. Then he smacked it. The erogenous factory of his dick kicked into overdrive. He couldn't take his fingers off his bulge. He couldn't wait any longer. He saw an alleyway between a BDSM club and a bar and ran inside. He unzipped his pants, pushed his underwear out of the way, and then let that big cock flop out! The air hit it like a tornado. It was big, blushed and throbbing! "Wow!" said Brett, squealing with delight. "I have a huge cock!" It was ten inches. He let it hang in the air, letting gravity play with its weight. There was a beer can on the side of a trash can. Brett waddled over, pants around his thighs, and swung his hips to whack the beer can across the floor. It flew! "I got a baseball bat!" said Brett. With his pants still down, he picked up a few more cans off the ground and set them up on the trash can. Whack went his dick! They knocked the cans like baseballs! What a hefty rod he had. He gripped it and with no intention of his own, he pulled on it. It felt good. He tugged it up and down and as his fingers rode down the subtle ribs of his hard-on, he got a temptation. Staring out into space, thinking of sexy girls, Brett got fapping. The dolphin girl, would she have wanted him to stick it in her, have her vaginal flesh wrap around his cock as he pumped into her. Pump pump pump. It felt so good. All the girls out there that Brett could have sex with, he was drunk was excitement! He let his tongue hang out and cranked it into the air, people walking by to peek into the alleyway and see a cheetah casually jerking off into the air. They would have been offended but that big cock was a nice sight to see! The canals of his balls twitched. Was it happening? Was he going to cum? He fapped faster and bit his tongue as an intensity burned in his groins. A force pushed up his dick, a burst of something down a pipe. He kept fapping and the force boiled up his dick until... "Oh!" Brett came. White jizz flung across the sky. It sprayed and Brett grunted with overwhelming joy. He growled and mewled, spilling his cream all over his hands and the cuffs of his jacket. He loved the feeling of his own cum sinking into his fur. "Nnnngh! Nnnnnnnnngh!" The feeling of orgasm slowed. Cum sprinkled off the tip of his cock and slide through his fingers. It was his first orgasm and it felt great. It felt powerful. He took a breath and then looked for a rag to wipe his fingers. He wouldn't usually touch a dirty rag off an alley floor dirt was better to have on his fur than cum. He put his dick back in his pants and walked around some more. Maybe he could find a QuacDonalds to slip into so he could use the washroom and clean himself better. After walking around for a little while, Brett came across a strip club. In big neon letters, the name of the club was The Howling Wolf with the silhouette of a wolf lady hold her bra to her side. The desire inside his loins were flaring up again, so Brett went inside! There were rows of seats, like a movie theater but instead of a screen, there was a stage with a pole. The room was cast in a red light. There were bars to the side of the rooms and a lot of zoomans had taken their seats. Brett took a seat and the rest of the seats filled in as the announcer came on. "Presenting, Priscilla the Lusty!" The crowd cheered as a curvy woman walked out from the curtains-- a round gator lady wearing nothing but some lingerie. Her eyelids were blushed and her scaly feet clicked the floor as she walked along the stage. Priscilla, famed stripper for 20 years running. The crowd howled and whistled as she walked out and strutted her stuff. She turned around to give everyone a good look at her big, green ass. Despite her being a heavier girl, she pulled herself up the pole and swung around. The pole creaked as she swung around. She had such grace and the things she was doing with her legs was incredible. Brett's mind went to sex. What was the gator like in the bedroom, with moves like that? Brett's body twisted trying to imagine what it felt like, having that weight upon him, those legs doing the things they did, and that [i]vagina[/i]. He hadn't seen her vagina but could imagine what it was like, but his desire to see more of the gator was fulfilled when she removed her top, exposing large breasts at a slightly yellow color. The audience went wild. The feeling of arousal took Brett again. He looked down and his hardon was tunneling through his pants. He had to poke it. When his claw touched the mound, he shivered and pushed his legs inward. He wanted to fuck the gator so bad! She swung around the pole, letting her boobs swing around with her, them stretching out from the velocity. They were heavy suckers and getting smacked in the face was chancing for a concussion but Brett would have sacrificed a lot to touch them. The crowd going hard but when Priscilla reached down to her bottom, they screamed. She untied the strings around her waist and then ripped off those panties-- her vagina was out for everyone to see. It was heavenly. A smooth vagina of yellow color. The crowd went nuts, howling, roaring, quacking, and mooing. It was a wonderful show. Brett was about to explode. He wanted to jerk off so bad but he couldn't do it in public. Where was the bathroom? He would have to run in there and let it all out. There were a couple guys down the row from where he sat with their cocks out and [i]jerking[/i]. It was a lion man, a goat guy, and a shark dude, all with this dicks out and them stroking it like no tomorrow! No one seemed offended by the gesture. Seeing someone else masturbate was all the permission he needed. Brett dropped his zipper, and struggled to pull that big cock out of his pant leg, but once he got it out he cranked it like he was waxing a car. He couldn't blink as he stared at Priscilla and ripped his dick with a fever! Others around him pointed at the young cheetah going at it like it was the first time he saw a naked lady. They laughed in good fun and were impressed by Brett's large penis. Brett kicked his feet up as he cranked it. He stared at Priscilla's wanting vagina and pumped. He pressed his thumbs on the top of his cock to feel what it would feel like to push his cock into Priscilla's vagina. He burst. He didn't know if it was ok to cum but he couldn't stop himself. His mind had regressed so far into animaldom that he couldn't understand the idea of people not wanting him to cum, but the bar was equipped with a state of the art cleaner and they used it often to clean the cum explosions that customers left. He got it all over the armrests, the floor, and the seat in front. He came all over the place and got on his hands and pants. It sprayed and he mewled with delight! When the cumming quit, he got a grip on his bearings and looked around to see people laughing and pointing at his wild orgasm. He giggled and blushed. He got up to go to the washroom to clean up. He wiped off the cum as best he could and then went back out to find out to his disappointment that Priscilla's show was over. He chilled down at the bar, getting himself a gin and tonic and trying not to get a huge boner. As he sat there, Priscilla came in from the back with her lingerie back. She smiled and waved at everyone, loving to greet her fans. She couldn't enter a room without having a lot of tents pop up. When she sat down beside Brett, Brett nearly choked on his drink. Just a minute ago he was fantasizing about the sexy croc lady, now his hips were inches away from hers. "I saw you in the crowd," said Priscilla, her voice sultry. "Someone's been pent up!" Brett, nervous, couldn't look at Priscilla without squirming in his seat, giggling like an idiot, and getting the hugest boner down his pants. Priscilla didn't mind. She liked watching that huge penis grow down his pants, pushing out the fabric. She licked her lips. "Now that I'm done my performance, I'm ready for more [i]physical[/i] interaction." "P,physical?" asked Brett. Priscilla took Brett's hand. "Yes. Would you care to join me in the backroom?" Brett couldn't get a word out, biting his tongue with excitement. He gave up trying to say "Yes" and instead nodded. Priscilla took his hand and they got up, Brett smiling at all the people cheering him on, knowing what was going to happen. A lot of the penis-havers there had big boners but Brett's was the biggest. The room Priscilla took Brett inside wasn't fancy, but there were a few beds and they looked almost clean. Once inside, Priscilla made sure they were alone and the croc walked up and planted a kiss on Brett's cheek. There was a big snout between Priscilla's lips and the rest of her body so she couldn't hug and kiss Brett at the same time. Brett closed his eyes and macked on the gator lady. He was a guy now but kissing was all the same. Priscilla let that tongue escape her teeth and dig into Brett's maw and Brett licked it, moaning as the two shared saliva. Priscilla didn't need to check Brett's package since the erection gave a good idea of how big he was in the pants but she reached over and felt that tent. Brett's eyes crossed when she placed her hands on Brett's pants. "You're a big boy, aren't you?" asked Priscilla. Brett giggled. "Yeah!" Priscilla looked over at the bed. "Where did you want to do it?" "The bed's fine," said Brett. Priscilla removed her hand from his junk and took his hand, rubbing a thumb over his palm, and brought him over to the bed, concrete floor clicking with their claws. Over there, Priscilla undid her bra and let those big crocodile breasts flop down. They jiggled. Brett stared and Priscilla took his head and leaned it down into the cleavage to let him dig that snout into some serious cleavage. Oh tit, did Brett love the tit, but he could have that as a girl, and he couldn't wait to have man-sex! He leaned up and took off his sweater. He could only wait until he pulled his head out of the fabric before he had to lean his snout back into Priscilla's rack and snug. She giggled, finding it funny how much he liked her chest. He threw the clothing to the floor and lunged at his pants, unzipping them and pulling them down. He got a good look at the briefs, they were comfy, but it was his first time wearing them. He looked at his penis, the rod hanging in the middle of the air. Priscilla looked down. "The cheetah boy's got a big one." Brett bit his lip as Priscilla rubbed that sausage. He stepped out of his pants and kicked them to the side. There was a mirror on the floor, a full body one. He went up to it and looked at himself. There he was, muscular and fit with an impressive chest and a big cock. It felt like he was home, finally in a body that he could love. "Something wrong?" asked Priscilla. "No," said Brett, walking back over to Priscilla. The croc lady had just finished removing her bottom, so her vagina was out in the open. Brett couldn't control himself-- he walked over and smacked his dick into her netherlips! Priscilla giggled. "Eager to mate?" "S,sorry," said Brett. "I'm just so horny!" "I see that," said Priscilla. The croc got in the bed, pushing the sheets over with her big add. Brett climbed in and dipped his head into that vagina. Priscilla gave a yelp as Brett licked and chewed her netherlips. The cheetah's tongue went in and caused a lot of ruckus inside, dividing her flesh with its flatness. What was Brett doing though, eating a lady out? He could have done that as a girl. He got up, repositioned himself and his breath went wild as he prepared to launch his cock inside the croc lady. "Well..." said Priscilla, "What are you waiting for?" Brett closed his eyes and stuck the cock inside. For a moment, he was still. He took in all the sensations, the feeling of wet, warmness hugging his long hard flesh. He jostled his body and whimpered when the sensation of arousal went up his cock. He fell on Priscilla and wrapped his arms around her shoulders and got thrusting. He had been on the receiving end of a good phallic thrusting so he had instincts on how to do it. Priscilla fell into the pillow and moaned while Brett groaned and kept up his speed. He paid attention to how it felt to fuck inside a lady. The flesh grabbed his dick, not tightly but enough that there was pushback whenever he swerved to the side. He cycled his waist around so he could feel the push on every angle on his cock. He smacked his balls into Priscilla's taint. It stung but in a way Brett liked. He liked having big balls so dangly. He had tried to whack his tits on people on occasion but they were too firm and it hurt her too much. His new balls were a different breed. He smacked Priscilla mostly because of how it felt on his balls! He rested his hard chest on her breasts and let his body sink into Priscilla's breasts and belly. Brett didn't like to admit he found fat people attractive, but they were too cushiony to ignore! Something boiled in his groin. It was an orgasm. He leaned up a bit and hastened his thrusting. The pulse went up his penis and he threw his head back and mrowled as his penis fired inside Priscilla. He jostled his thighs as he come and mrowled some more, so happy to cum inside the sexy crocodile lady! That was a quick cum for the cheetah but it was his first time with a penis and he was so horny that his refractory period was short. In a couple of minutes, he looked at the sexy crocodile milf and got a boner again. He went inside again and drilled the lady's insides. This time she came first. Brett wanted to explore different positions. Priscilla offered doggystyle, then missionary, then put her legs up. Every new position was something new for Brett's dick. Priscilla cradled her legs around Brett's waist so that her weight could weigh down on cheetah dick and make he feel the gravity of the situation. After a few more orgasms, Brett and Priscilla needed a rest. In cum-soaked sheets, they cuddled up. Brett looked over Priscilla again, her big waist and breats. "God, I hope I look like you when I get to your age." "Really?" said Priscilla. "Isn't this a little too... feminine for you?" Brett forgot himself, and chuckled. It was getting late so after ejaculating a couple more times into his older, crocodilian mistress, Brett got his clothes back on and went back to Proteusa. "Good thing you came," she said. She yawned and stretched her arms. "I'm about to go to bed." "Thank you," said Brett. Proteusa could see that Brett was sincere with his gratitude. She smiled. "Glad I could assist you. Did you want to turn back now?" Brett nodded and Proteusa flashed some magic at him. Brett became Brittney. She reached up and grabbed her breasts, weighing them to confirm she was female again and to make sure they were the same size. They reshaped to her feminine form, like they were before. The cum stains stayed though. "Is that everything?" said Proteusa. "Yeah," said Brittney. "Thanks again." Brittney got walking to the exit but then she turned around and caught Proteusa going to her bedroom. "Hey..." Proteusa stopped. "Yeah?" "Could I come around here again?" asked Brittney. "Of course!" said Proteusa. Brittney smiled. "I'll do that then." Brittney left the place with a hell of an experience. Was being a man in her destiny again? --