N:Carl Becomes Cassandra

Carl's heart was beating. He was sweating. He felt a pain sweep through his body. He looked down at the magazine he had dropped. There was an extremely curvaceous black woman on the cover. She wearing skin tight jeans and a halter top. Carl noticed how it appeared that she was going to bust out of her clothes. Then it happened.
Carl felt something stirring in his chest and then, without warning, two large brown breasts the size of volleyballs came bursting out of his chest. He also felt his back widening and shoulders broadening to support these massive mammaries. Carl felt his stomach sucking in, becoming firmer. He touched his stomach and could trace the fine lines of a six pack. At first Carl complained, but he just couldn't deny that this feels so good.
Next, Carl's waist shrunk and when it did, he felt his hips becoming fuller, wider, curvier than any hourglass. His thighs grew bigger as well, two solid, delicious mounds of black woman goodness. His penis was changing as well, growing into a wide, large vagina with slick, huge lips that he could rub with his thick thighs. He bent over and when he did, a large round booty burst from his back side. Carl felt the deep, damp spot in between his thighs get moist.
He had to see what he became. He went into his bedroom and looked in the full length mirror. He had become the girl on the cover of the magazine. He possessed her almond shaped eyes, full perky lips and long black hair. He was wearing that halter top with the word "Sexy" across the front, the lettering brought to life by those massive 48DDs. He noticed that his nipples were hard and as big as silver dollars. His jeans were clinging to those wide, curved hips, ass round and good. His nails were painted red and they hung two inches past the fingertips. He looked down at his huge right breast and noticed the name "Cassandra" tattooed. There. He laughed. It was a husky, feminine laugh. Carl was no more. He was so turned by what he become, there is no turning back. Cassandra walked out of the apartment, the bounce of her gigantic breasts and the shake of all that booty turning her on with each step. She liked busting out of these clothes. She liked the movements of her body when she walked.