Sharon did not look like she was close to calming down. Her hands were still working with her giant cock, and her eyes were squished shut very tightly. She groaned a little and then before Jim could take cover, began to cum. And cum she (as a he) did. Blast after blast left the huge member landing squarely on Jim's upper body and face. Jim eventauly managed to get out of the line of fire, just as Sharon began to come back to earth. Jim wiped off himself as best as he could and was surprised to find less on him than he expected.
Sharon then opened her eyes and said, "I think I'm calm now."
"Uh, yeah, good," said Jim. "Now listen to me, concentrate on what you used to look like. Imagine what it felt like to be your old body."
As Jim spoke, Sharon started to look like Sharon again. Eventualy she was back to normal, and even stayed that way this time. "So, what happened?" she asked.
"Well," began Jim, "the overdose of my formala caused it to ignore your gender completely. The reaction that took placed set up a whole new sensativity to the chemicals in your brain, which essentialy makes you look how you feel and or think about looking. With no starting point, though, everything was out of balance for a while."
"That's some pretty weird shit, Jim. But now what happens?"
Sun Jun 13 01:53:35 1999