Jen stared a long time in the mirror, fondling her breasts and fingering her new pussy, which ached from overuse from that day. She had made it, she had been completely transformed.
She had awoken to find the last vestige of her maleness was gone. Almost immediately she had rushed to the nearest park, not having school that day, and found where she knew Steve Farber would be, going for a morning jog. She pulled him aside into an unused restroom, and proceeded to get fucked for the very first time in her life.
It simply was the final exclamation point on an amazing experience. Getting fucked finally fulfilled, in her mind, that she was in fact a big-breasted slut. She certainly wasn't built to be anything else. Her breasts had stopped at an M-Cup, large enough that they seemed to crush her chest if she laid on her back when she slept. But they were incredibly sensitive, covered with nipples the size of one and a half silver dollars. Her waist was barely strong enough to keep her massive upper body stable, while her hips flared out in an ungodly fashion, as if her middle were restricted by some unseen corset.
Her ass had stopped growing, but the way in which she walked simply exaggerated its already large size even more. She had lost another half inch in height, winding up at a platry 4'9'' total. Her hair was even longer than before, now stopping just above her knees. It was long, wavy, and a pure platinum blonde color. Her lips had ballooned to large preposterous, having a bright red tint to them that looked like they belonged on a blow-up doll rather than a person. Every part of her oozed sex, and Jon...now Jen...couldn't imagine anything greater.
She had no idea what she would do next, or if she would ever change back. Her mother barely spoke to her, apparently embarrased at her actions, while she had caught both her little sister and brother trying to sneak a peak at her in her room. Karyn was an afterthought, barely noticed in the omnipresent need for cock to fill her.
Jen smiled and winked at herself in the mirror. Tomorrow was football practice, and she would have to go cheer on Steve Farber...and Mike Matthews...and Greg Harrison...and everyone else...in her own special way.
Through the cloud of pleasure, a small part of her died, forever consumed by the need to be a slut.
