One morning, I woke up like any other—sunlight spilling through my curtains, the faint sound of birds outside. But something felt… different.

At first, I couldn’t place it. I lay there half-asleep, waiting for my senses to catch up. Then I felt it. A strange weight between my legs, something heavy and warm that absolutely should not have been there.

My eyes snapped open. Slowly, cautiously, I threw back the covers—and froze.

“What the fuck…?”

Right where my smooth, familiar body should have been, there was something completely foreign. Thick. Long. Heavy.

I had a cock.

Not just any cock. This thing was massive. It lay across my thigh like it owned me, thick veins running along the shaft, the broad head flushed and full even while soft. And hanging beneath it were two huge balls, low and heavy in a tight, wrinkly sack.

I blinked, heart hammering in my chest, unable to look away. For eighteen years I’d been 100% girl—soft curves, a flat, bare mound between my legs. Now? Now I had this beast hanging there like it had always belonged.

“No fucking way,” I whispered, voice shaky.

Almost without thinking, my right hand reached down and wrapped around it. My fingers didn’t even touch on the other side of the shaft—it was that thick. The skin was warm and silky, veins pulsing beneath my palm.

It felt insanely good.

I gasped softly, my body shivering as my fingers slid up and down the unfamiliar length. I used my left hand to feel lower, where my pussy should’ve been, but it was completely gone. Smooth skin, replaced entirely by a cock and those huge balls.

“What the hell happened to me…?” I muttered, but my voice lacked panic. The second my hand stroked the shaft again, curiosity drowned out every other thought.

I squeezed a little harder. The fat head swelled in my grip, and the cock jerked upward, already getting thicker, longer. I’d felt plenty of cocks in my life before—stroked them, sucked them, fucked them—but never imagined what it was like from this side.

Now I understood why guys couldn’t keep their hands off themselves.

A low, unintentional moan slipped past my lips as I stroked again, my hips twitching. My breath quickened. With every pull of my hand, I could feel a flood of raw, electric pleasure running through my body. It was so strong, coursing through my body.

In seconds, my cock was fully hard, standing tall and thick above me. The veins bulged under the skin, the tip flushed deep pink and with pre-cum at the tip. I wrapped both hands around it—one stacked above the other—and there was still more shaft left.

“Oh my god…” I whispered, staring down at myself.

I cupped my balls next, cradling their heavy weight in my palm. They shifted delicately, full and warm, so sensitive that just brushing my fingertips over them made my hips buck.

I bit my lip, heart racing, and went back to stroking my cock. Long, slow pulls at first, savoring the way the skin glided under my hands, then faster, tighter. The pleasure was intense—like every nerve in my body had been rewired to light up under my touch.

“Ohhh… fuck…” I groaned, my voice deep and desperate.

My hips started thrusting into my fists, chasing more of that feeling. Every time I gripped just below the swollen head and squeezed, a sharp wave of ecstasy shot through me, my balls tightening with pressure.

Something was building fast. A strange, powerful sensation deep inside, like heat pooling and coiling tighter and tighter.

“Am I… gonna cum?” I panted, stroking harder now.

My abs tightened, my toes curled, and my whole body tensed. Then, suddenly, it hit me like a freight train.

I threw my head back with a guttural cry as my hips bucked forward. The cock in my hands pulsed violently, the broad head flaring, and then—

SHOOT!

A massive rope of thick, white cum blasted out, arcing high before splattering across my stomach.

“Ohhh—fuck—”

Another jet followed, then another. Hot, sticky streams landing on my chest, my thighs, spraying the sheets around me. I couldn’t stop it, couldn’t slow it down. My hands pumped desperately over the slick shaft, every shot wringing out a deep, primal groan from my throat.

My balls clenched tighter, emptying a seemingly endless load until my tummy and the bed was completely streaked with cum. My stomach glistened, my hands dripping, my breath ragged and uneven.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the last few spurts oozed out, dribbling down over my knuckles. My cock jerked weakly in my grip, the head flushed an angry red and so sensitive that even a light touch made me twitch.

“Holy… shit…” I gasped, collapsing back onto the soaked sheets.

I lay there trembling, chest heaving, every inch of me buzzing from the aftershocks. My hands were sticky, my legs spread wide, the monstrous cock still twitching as cum leaked down its thick length.

For a long minute, I just stared at it—this huge, veiny, utterly obscene thing that had replaced my pussy. My balls still felt heavy, lying low between my thighs, even after unloading what looked like enough cum for several guys.

It was insane. And yet, lying there covered in my own mess, a small, breathless laugh escaped me.

“I think I… like this,” I admitted to no one, a flush creeping over my cheeks.

My eyelids felt heavy. My body was drained, muscles loose and satisfied in a way I’d never felt before. Slowly, I closed my eyes, letting exhaustion pull me under.

When I opened them again, sunlight had shifted. The room was quiet. My hand was still between my legs—but when I looked down, my pussy was back. Smooth, soft, slick with my own juices.

I blinked, stunned, realizing it had been a dream.

“Oh my god…” I whispered, breathless, still trembling as my fingers curled instinctively.

A shiver ran through me as I remembered the size, the power, the feeling of that huge cock throbbing in my hands. My thighs pressed together, my hips squirming in leftover need.

“Holy shit,” I panted, heart racing all over again. “That was… one of the best dreams I’ve ever had.”