A Friend in Need: Lovely Laura the Futa Girl II

I tried to breathe. My room looked horrendous, covered in spilled drinks, strewn candy, and an alarming amount of cum. Cum from my cock. The cock that jutted out right above my pussy. The cock that felt amazing to stroke. God. Why had I been so stupid! Can’t leave this mess. How the fuck do I explain it if Mom wanders in looking for dirty clothes. How do guys clean up when they jack off? Tissues! I grabbed some toilet paper from the bathroom and wiped up the globs of semen on my dresser. It worked, but it also left bits of rolled up toilet paper. I got a wet cloth finished the job. As I moved around, my cock kept slapping into my thigh. How do guys manage these things? I hope it gets smaller than this. There’s a thought no guy ever had.

I stopped in my tracks. Oh god. Thomas. The whole reason for this thing — the whole reason I’ve grown a fucking cock — is so he’d notice me. I turned and looked in the mirror, “Well, this is pretty noticeable.” He’ll call me a freak. My heart started racing in a blind panic. I pushed the thoughts out of my head and went back to cleaning. I stripped the sheets off my bed and wrapped them up with my comforter, shoving them in the hamper. The mass of cloth did not fit, but it wasn’t a place Mom would look, strangely enough. I hoped she wouldn’t even come in here.

The cleaning brought my room back to its normal state of disarray, at least. I went to my bathroom and turned on the shower. As steam started billowing over the top of the curtain, my reflection transfixed me once again. I looked gorgeous. The flabby, flat-assed girl that I had been last night was completely gone. My tits would make any other girl die of envy, and I my ass was so thick that I could see the bottom halves of the cheeks hanging between my thigh gap. I would be thrilled, if it wasn’t for the fucking dick hanging off the front of me.

I jumped in the shower and let the hot water rush over me. My whole body rejuvenated as the grim washed off me. Just to get the sticky, sugary feeling off of my body was great, but hot water flowing over my new breasts sent strange tingles through me. I read a book once about listening to your body. The kind of self help stuff that was meant to help fix my shitty eating habits without changing them at all. The book had been all about focusing on how the world affected your body. I never got much out of it until that shower. I felt every thing happening to me. Each drop of warm water that rolled down my tits or my ass. Cool air slipping in around the shower curtain. The abrasiveness of my loofah as I scrubbed off all of last night’s bodily fluids. I started to explore my body in a way I never had. I bent over and turned from side to side without any resistance. I ran my hands over smooth skin. Even my hair seemed fuller and less oily.

Still, none of it offset the problem. It stuck out from me, defying all reason. I tried not to think about it. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to touch it again, and the more it started to rise. I did have to clean it, though. I didn’t know how guys washed their dicks, but I had never heard them mention anything special. I carefully took a cloth and started to wipe off my cock while the water poured over me. All my pubic hair had vanished in the changes. I realized the reason my skin felt so smooth was that all of my body hair below the neck had gone. “At least I won’t have to shave my armpits anymore,” I consoled myself.

Gently, I wiped off the dried cum from my dick. My heart raced, and I somehow thought that my mother would burst in at any moment and disown me for being a freak. As I slowly washed off my new appendage, I concentrated on the rough fibers dragging across the sensitive flesh. Unconsciously, I started to stroke the shaft again. I wondered what it would be like to put it inside of a girl. The cloth and the warm water were nice, but it couldn’t compare to an actual pussy. I should stop, I thought as I continued to stroke. I found that if I varied my speed, I could more or less control the feeling of pleasure. My cock urged to be pressed against something. I wanted to fuck, not just jerk off.

Before I knew it, more cum bubbled from the tip. My knees almost buckled as I came, hard. My girl cock shot wad after wad of white fluid on the wall of my shower. Jesus, what the hell is wrong with me?

Having finished my second orgasm with my new cock, I watched all the jizz flow down the drain, mildly wondering if that damaged the pipes. I noticed that the stuff got a lot thicker when it touched hot water. Until then, I had not realized how very unprepared to own a cock I was, but what woman is? I hopped out of the shower and toweled myself off, taking extra care not to spend too much time on the cock for fear of getting myself aroused again. I looked at myself in the mirror and said aloud, “Ok, Laura. You have a penis because you took some pill that a stranger gave you. This is not an ideal circumstance, but everything is going to be fine. First of all, stop masturbating. I think that’s making it worse. Second, stop thinking about sex. That is also making it work. Just focus on the fear and panic, I guess.”

My pep talk helped calm me down, but now I faced a new problem. I stared into my underwear drawer with no solutions in mind. The underwear I had slept in laid in tatters in the garbage, so I didn’t think any of it would fit over my butt. Even if I can get a pair over my ass, this dick isn’t going to fit without having to be run down the side. Maybe I could just go without underwear. I crossed the room and looked in my closet seeing no prospects there either. If my underwear couldn’t get over my butt, then my jeans did not stand a chance. Even if they could, my waist shrank the night before, so they would be too lose around my midsection. Despite these problems, I decided to try.

With a great deal of effort, I pulled the jeans over my ass. I looked at it in the mirror and admired how great it looked. I went to button the front and realized my cock hung out through the fly. With no real alternative, I gripped its length in my hand and tried to shove it down the left pant leg. It somewhat worked and wasn’t unbearable, but then I saw the mirror. Against my thigh bulged the clear outline of a very large cock. I looked like I was smuggling a sausage. “This won’t work,” I admitted.

Pulling off the jeans, the feeling of freedom surprised me as my cock flopped out from the denim prison. I tossed them into the pile of other dirty clothes and returned to my closet. Pajama bottoms could work, I thought, remembering how Maria had been dressed. What if she has a cock too? A realization hit me, sending a thrum of excited panic through me. Jesus, what if this is an intended outcome? What if Sarah is at the apartment with a seven inch cock freaking out just as much as I am?” The next thought happened before I could stop it. What would her cock feel like?

I put it out of my mind as I rummaged through my closet looking for my pajamas or some sweatpants. All of it was gone, boxed up downstairs for the move to the new apartment, I realized. As a last resort, I went to my other closet and opened it up. After a few minutes of searching, I found the canary yellow sun dress my mom bought me to wear to graduation. “This can work,” I said feeling encouraged.

Getting the dress to fit over my new breasts was tricky. With the dress on, I had an enormous amount of cleavage, but I had a cardigan to address that. As far as my new penis, I decided to go commando. Cramming it into underwear remained out of the question, and I lacked any tape or other method of restraining it. Standing in front of the mirror with my bright dress on and a cream colored sweater, I examined my figured, twirling and admiring all of my new shape. God I look amazing. Even with the cock, this might not be a bad deal. It flopped around underneath my dress, well hidden. So long as I don’t get hard. Then my dress become a pop tent. I took a deep breath. “Alright. Downstairs, out of the house, across town, and then I’ll be with Sarah. She’ll know what to do. If I get stopped and questioned about the weird shape under my dress, I’ll say…I’ll say its a gag. That I’m wearing a strapon to…ah fuck. That’s even worse. Screw it. Just don’t get caught. Let’s do this.”

I headed downstairs, expecting to run in to one of my parents and a thousand questions, but all I found was a note, “Gone to shop, some breakfast in the oven.” Reading the word breakfast, my stomach turned in on itself with hunger. My mother left some muffins and bacon in a small pan with tin foil on it. Feeling a little more ravenous than freaked out, I dropped it on the table and sat down. Immediately, I remembered my new little friend as it slide down between my thighs. I couldn’t keep my legs together unless I somehow trapped it on top of my thighs. I wish I had a guy friend to tell me what to do with this damn thing. I devoured every spec of food that I could, amazed at how great everything tasted. I went to to the cabinets and woofed down an entire tray of cookies before I stopped. I stopped myself, horrified that I could be already ruining my new body.

Maria said we’d want easy carbs. I guess that fueled the…changes. Changing into this overnight would take a fuck ton of energy. The fat all burned off first, probably, but the rest of it has to come from outside sources. With the less energy needed to process the food the better, so gummy worms and other sugary snacks. Which means a ton of water is getting used up too, hence the sweating and probably the fifty times I went to pee last night. Ok. That makes sense. Why am I still hungry?” I looked down at my chest in sudden horror. “Is it still happening?

I ran to the hallway bathroom and looked in the mirror. I tried to gauge whether or not my breast line had changed, but comparing my massive tits to potentially even massive-er tits was hard. My cock, though, had been brand new, and I was keenly aware of exactly how big it was when I woke. I closed the door and locked it, then shook my hands to try to push out the nerves. I grabbed the hem of my dress and slowly raised it. The sight of my cock, still existing, disappointed me less than I thought it would. Already my horniness had returned. The sight of it alone excited me, enough that it started to swell to its full length. This didn’t distress me as much because I rationalized that I needed to measure it while it was erect. I only hoped that the erection would go away without needing to cum this time.

I rummaged around in the medicine cabinet and found a measuring tape. I put one end at the base of my cock, then stretched it to the tip. Seven inches, exactly. I sighed with relief. I couldn’t see any difference in my dimensions. I lowered my dress and waited, embarrassed, for the tent made by my cock to shrink. I helped the process along by splashing some cold water on my face. I pulled my cardigan back on to hide my sweater meat.

Heading out into the rest of the house, I grabbed my bag and looked around aimlessly for something else I should take with me. Surely I owned something that would help this situation. I heard my phone buzz again.

From Sarah: “What’s taking so long. Are you ok?”

I texted back: “Mostly. I’m about to leave. Need anything?”

From Sarah: “Just hurry.”

***

I made the trip to my new apartment in record time. I kept my head down and tried not to think about the hunk of meat slapping against my thighs. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it, not only because of the constant physical reminder of having to walk differently, but because I needed to jerk off again. My shower session had been only thirty minutes before, but all I could think about was the cum building up…somewhere. My cock kept throbbing if my mind even whiffed at the thought. I didn’t know much about how a guy worked, but I knew that he was supposed to be spent for a while after cumming. A while significantly longer than thirty minutes. As I passed people on the street, I found myself looking at anyone remotely attractive, wondering what they would be like in bed, man or woman. I still had a pussy too. If it weren’t for my cock demanding all the attention, I would have been desperate to cram something in me, too. I barely made it to the apartment without having to duck in somewhere and rub out a quick one.

Sarah wasn’t waiting for me in the living room when I arrived. I locked the door behind me and called out to her. “Sarah?”

She entered the room wearing a full length bathrobe and an expression of absolute confusion, “Jesus, Laura, where have you been? Holy shit, you look awesome!” She laughed and came to give me a hug. She had showered. Her body smelled of coconut and citrus, absolutely wonderful. Her hand touched my shoulder and sent a shower of electric sparks through my arm. I hadn’t used anything special to shower with, but she noticed anyway, “And wow, you smell great. What is that? New shampoo?” She spoke as if on the verge of manic laughter, her body moved in a tizzy of excitement. “It worked! It totally worked! Feast your eyes on this!” She dropped her robe.

Before anything else crossed my mind, I had a moment of clarity and thought, Oh no. Sarah stood before me in her thong and bra. The drug had definitely worked. Her bony frame had fleshed out, and her breasts had grown to probably the same size as mine. As she turned around, I could see that her hips and butt resembled my own. For the most part, we looked liked a pair of buff bimbos who had stepped out of a cloning machine, but Sarah lacked something I didn’t. The thong covered her crotch well enough, and, though her pussy seemed plumper, the mound was otherwise smooth. I was the only freak in the room.

“And it’s not just the body,” Sarah continued. “Don’t you feel amazing? I mean, I felt super weird and freaked out when I woke up, but now it’s like...I don’t know, I bet this is what Olympic swimmers feel like all the time. It’s hard to describe, and believe me I’ve been trying all morning to find the right words for it. I think...I think the best way to say it is that I belong in this body. This is a body that makes sense to me. Like a fine tuned machine. It’s like I’ve regenerated, and now I get a whole new life!” She stopped rambling as she caught a glimpse of my face. “Laura? What’s wrong?”

Since I left home, I had been steadily convincing myself that Sarah was in the same boat as me. We were going to tackle this problem together and find a solution that didn’t result in us being locked away in a lab. But she is normal. I was the only girl in the room with a cock as a part of her body. How do you tell your best friend that you suddenly have a penis? And for that matter, how do you tell your best friend to stop showing off her new perfect ass because its giving your girl penis an erection? I took a deep breath. “My change wasn’t...as good.”

Sarah’s face grew worried, “What’s the matter? You look fine to me. Did you get sick?”

“No, I’m — Let’s sit down.” We went over to the couch, and she plopped down. Despite her new body, she still moved like Sarah I almost sat down beside her but then I remembered that sitting in this dress could reveal things a bit too suddenly. “Tell you what, you sit, I’ll stand here.”

“Laura, you’re kind of freaking me out. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

I cleared my throat. Best just to be out with it. “I’m not hurt or anything, but I don’t know if something went wrong or if I just have a side effect. Either way, I have...I have a penis now.”

Sarah stared at me for a moment, then she burst out laughing. “Oh god, Laura, you had me there for a minute.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Guess that would be a crazy thing for someone to say.” With that, I pulled up my dress. My semi-erect cock sprang into view, a few feet from Sarah’s face. I watched her go through a very large range of emotions from confusion to horror to fascination and back to horror. I put my dress back down. “Sorry, figured that it would be faster to just show you.”

Sarah kept shaking her head, like she had water in her ear. “So, wait. How? How do you have? I mean I’ve seen you naked before and you didn’t of course because that — but now...how?”

Despite being alone in owning a penis, relief hit me as I finally had someone to share my problem with. In fact, Sarah’s near mental breakdown made me feel a good bit better about how calmly, relatively, I’d handled the whole thing thus far. “I don’t know. I woke up this morning with a body like this and a penis.”

“A large penis,” Sarah said, sort of matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, I guess. I think it looks bigger because it’s on a girl.”

Sarah nervously looked at my dress around my crotch, “Does it, um, work?”

I blushed, “Yeah, as far as I can tell.”

“So you’ve tried it,” she asked.

I cringed slightly. I didn’t want to admit to jerking off my brand new penis to my best friend, but she was the only other person I wanted to confide in at the moment. “Yes. It sort of demanded my attention. I think the pill did something to my sex drive. I’ve had a hard time thinking about anything other than fucking all morning. I’m…I’m thinking about it now.”

Sarah shifted on the couch, “Well, you’re not entirely alone. I didn’t want to bring it up. Figured it would go away without having to say anything, but I completely understand about the horny part. I uh, well shit. You showed me your girl penis, guess our friendship is at a new level now. So yeah I’ve masturbated five times this morning. Ever since I woke up, it’s all I can think about. That’s….what I was doing when you got here.”

As the words came out of her mouth, an explanation that she’d been fucking herself all morning, my cock twitched. My best friend and roommate had been playing with herself the minute I walked in the door. I had never thought about Sarah as anything other than a friend, but then again, this was not the Sarah I’d known my whole life. That Sarah was a bony, shy girl who would makes some crass jokes, but never actually admit to playing with herself. This Sarah was one dye job away from being a highly paid porn star, and she sat only a few inches away from me describing how I had interrupted her sixth masturbation session by coming in with my girl cock and stealing the focus. “So this is weird, right?” was all I could think to say.

“Fuck yes,” she replied. “Should we go to a hospital or something? Maybe they could reverse it or remove it?”

I shook my head, “Hospital, probably, but I don’t know if they can just cut it off. It seems to be an actual penis connected to my actual brain. It’s not just a hunk of flesh. It has nerve endings, and it gets hard when I think about sex.”

Sarah smirked, “Are you thinking about sex right now? You’re pitching a bit of a tent.”

I blushed again. “Yes, if we’re both being honest. I think I may have gotten some wires crossed or maybe it’s the drug doing it, but I’m not thinking about sex with just boys.”

Sarah thought for a moment, and then the realization dawned on her. For a moment, she moved to cover herself, but then she actually pushed her boobs out a little further. “Can I see it again?”

“What? Why?” I asked.

“Come on, we need to know what we’re dealing with here. Have you examined it? Come sit down.”

I did as she asked, but made sure to keep my dress pulled down. “Yes, I ‘examined’ it. Did you think I just immediately accepted having a cock and went on with my day?”

“No need to get snippy. I’m just trying to help. Come on, let me have a closer look.”

Nervously, I relented and raised the hem of my dress as I leaned back on the couch. My cock sprung up into view immediately, and I shut my eyes in embarrassment. Sarah scooted closer to me on the couch.

“Wow, I think I can actually see it throbbing. Not going to lie to you, Laura. I really want to touch it,” she said, a hint of desire in her voice.

I opened my eyes and looked at her. She was flushed and her breath was a little off rhythm. Sarah leaned closer to me for a better look, and I could see her breasts just about to pop out of her top. “Well, go ahead if you want to,” I said.

Slowly, Sarah reached her hand out towards my girl cock. I had jerked myself off twice times already so I thought I knew what to expect from a hand touching my penis, but this was entirely different. Her fingers were foreign and slightly cold. She drummed her fingertips along the shaft before slowly wrapping her hand around it. “Oh, your pussy is still here too,” she said thoughtfully. She had her hand fully around my cock, and she was starting to move her hand up and down.

“Sarah what are you--”

“No, I need to do this,” she said. Her eyes fixed on the object of her desire. I knew we should stop, but all I could think about was my best friend wrapping her soft lips around the head of my cock. I didn’t have to wait long.

She moved quickly. A sudden desperate need for sex claimed us both. She popped her top off as she knelt down between my legs. I didn’t know what to do with my hands so I just kept them awkwardly by my side as she brought her mouth closer and closer to my cock while still stroking. Then it happened. Her plump lips slowly closed around the head of my penis, enveloping it in warmth that almost made me cum. Sarah’s tongue swirled around the head of my dick, and I was in heaven. I brought my hand up to my breasts and started to squeeze like I had earlier that morning, but the dress was in the way. Quickly, I reached into my dress and pulled out my perfect breasts so that I could play with my tits as Sarah sucked my cock.

Sarah enjoyed herself as she slurped up and down my dick. Unfortunately, I didn’t have any balls to play with, but that didn’t stop her. When I thought I couldn’t feel any more pleasure, she pushed her fingers into my sopping pussy. I moaned and arched my back as she continued licking and sucking on my cock. I could feel the pressure building up again and knew I wouldn’t last much longer. My pussy contracted around her fingers as she plunged them in and out with the same rhythm that she blew me.

“Oh god, Sarah, I’m going to cum,” I moaned, and she doubled her efforts while moaning around my dick.

The dam broke and cum gushed up the length of my cock as my pussy spasmed with orgasm. My whole body went rigid as I started pumping wave after wave of cum into my friend’s mouth. She continued sucking and licking, catching every drop that came out. With one last grunt, the last glob oozed from my cock, and she licked it down hungrily.

Our senses returned slowly. I was mortified, and Sarah clearly didn’t know what to say. I knew that whoever spoke next would define a whole new era of our friendship. She wiped off her mouth and said, “Sucking girl cock is fucking awesome.”