Margaret opened her eyes realising she was still in the bathtub. She looked at the window, it was still dark outside. The air was heavy with a strange smell, a strong musk that she wasn't familiar with, at least not yet. It wasn't a particularly good smell, but Margaret couldn't stop herself from enjoying it. She felt sticky and dirty, she could see the dried cum on her skin. It was all over the bathtub, partially dry in some areas forming these small patches of goo. She had the urge to lick it. "Disgusting". She thought as the reasonable side of her brain won that battle with the instinctive part. She stood up and stepped out of the bathtub.
The shower was turned on with full power, Margaret closed her eyes as the water fell on her face, back and shoulders. She carefully rubbed off all of that crust of dried cum. The warm water never felt so good before, relaxing her entire body. Her hand went down to her crotch almost as as a natural impulse. But instead of feeling her pussy she felt something else. Opening her eyes Margaret looked down and gasped. She had a penis now, and it was getting hard, throbbing wildly.
She could feel it move and grow, rising before her eyes. Fully erect it reached impressive twelve inches, a perfect porn-star cock. Not that Margaret would know, she had never watched any porn. But she remembered her husband's size, and her cock had to be at least twice as big. Margaret felt a mix of confusion and elation, her heart beating rapidly. She felt the water hit her cock directly and the sensation was amazing. Hesitantly, she wrapped her fingers around it with one hand. A shiver went up her spine as she squeezed the appendage. She felt its power, HER power. That cock belonged on her body as much as any other part. It felt so much like her, as if she had been missing it all her life and only now felt complete.
Fighting the urges, she pulled her hand back, panting and stopping herself from stroking it. "Masturbation is a sin!" Was the only thing in her mind. She finished washing herself, realizing that some of her towels had been used and now lied on the floor. She had a flashback of sister Morgan drying herself on those towels and walking out. A brief scene of her glowing eyes and horns at the edge of the bathtub also came to mind, sending a shiver of fear up Margaret's spine. She grabbed a clean towel and dried herself, her hair would take a while though, still wet for now. Margaret leaned on the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. Her fingers danced over her face with fascination. Age marks that she had before were simply gone, she looked at least ten years younger. Her skin had never been so beautiful, so soft. She examined the rest of her body and saw the same effect all over. Stretch marks were gone, it was as smooth as ever, no sign of any imperfections.
Taking a wider view of her body in the mirror, Margaret cupped her breasts. They were more perky, definitely bigger, capable of easily feeling her hand when she grabbed them. Her body still felt the same, but her curves were much more emphasized. She had gained some padding on all the right areas, her hips were a bit wider, ass cheeks perkier and juicier than ever, her thighs were beautifuly shaped. She had the body of a magazine model, almost as if she had been photoshopped in real life. Even her long, light brown hair looked shinier and more beautiful, her light blue eyes were emphasized and her skin had a light tan that she always wanted to have but could never maintain.
The big cock and the pair of testicles underneath it completed her frame perfectly, hanging from her crotch. She turned around to see her back side and spread her ass cheeks. She was happy to see her asshole and her pussy intact, right behind her scrotum. "Just like she promised." She whispered to herself, realizing that Kristanna had delivered on her side of the bargain, and then some. Those changes were more than welcome, she felt better than she had ever felt in years. Like she had gone back to her old self, before having Vanessa, but with all the wisdom from her true age.
Wearing her robe, Margaret sat on her bed. She was still in disbelief, shaking her head and letting out a chuckle. This whole situation was so... miraculous, for lack of a better word. Whatever happened to her, however Kristanna managed to change her body, it had to be supernatural. While being a woman of faith all her life, Margaret was certainly inclined to belief in the supernatural. In her world God performed miracles all the time. But none of them were so clear and obvious such as what happened tonight. No miracle had ever affected her so directly like this.
Walking back to the bathroom, Margaret turned on the light to assess the real damage. She could see the mark of dried cum on the side of the bathtub's internal wall, she remembered practically drowning in it. There were also dried stains on the floor around the bathtub, some on the walls. How was it possible for one person to produce so much cum and fluids? She was reminded of the delicious taste it had, flashes of her exhausting indulgence in that sea of cum came to her mind. And then she realized. "Oh my Lord! I've masturbated!" She looked down at her flaccid cock and how she had denied herself of pleasure during her shower, thinking she was being a good christian. But forgot that in her excitement and frenzy she had literally rubbed her cunt until she passed out last night.
This was no time for self judgement and pity, though. What's done can't be undone. Margaret finally got what she wanted, after all. As she turned on the water in the bathtub and began cleaning up her bathroom, her mind ran with plans and possibilities. The sunrise came to visit her, and by six in the morning Margaret was already dressed, makeup on, proper breakfast in progress. She took out all the pantihoses she could find, remembering how sister Morgan seemed to be concealing her massive black member under that habit. Margaret had no shortage of long skirts, so she managed to find something discrete enough. Today was the day! She was going to walk down the street and talk to that neighbor, introduce herself, maybe schedule something or invite her to the book club! There was no time to waste anymore!
As she walked at her front lawn, Margaret's mind kept running with possible scenarios. The more she imagined, the more she doubted and questioned herself. She realized how much she didn't know about her new body, how much was new. She remembered the bad experiences with sex that she had with Mark. How he was clumsy, careless and just overall bad at it. And in contrast she remembered how last night had been with sister Morgan. Margaret had felt more pleasure in a few minutes of oral sex than she had ever felt in her life. It was like feeling alive for the first time. Like being awakened into a world she had always neglected. She had never once gotten so lost in pleasure, given up so much control. And the nun had barely even touched her!
Her walk ceased, Margaret looked back at her front door, then to the neighbor's house. She saw the light was on through her window, the woman was probably getting ready to go to work. That's right, people who weren't filthy-rich still had to work, what was she thinking? "I can't go to the neighbor just yet, not like this. I need to build up my confidence, get to know myself." Margaret realized this was the first time in her entire life that any sexual thoughts didn't automatically feel heavy with the burden of sin. Perhaps facing death had given her clarity, allowed her to be bolder and less burdened with the duties of a christian woman. Or perhaps she was just loving the sin, as it is so common with sinners, and she would burn in hell for it anyway. Regardless of the reasons, she just ignored them for now. This was her life, and she wasn't going to end up sick in a bed, having lived nothing of it! Margaret focused on the undeniable fact that she needed to get better at sex, and to feel comfortable with her new body before she even approached the neighbor.
She walked back in her house, removed her clothes and put on her robe once again. Sitting on her bed while drinking some tea, Margaret grabbed her laptop. Her heart was racing with fear and anxiety, she was about to do something so wrong, so forbidden. She took a deep breath, placed her mug on the nightstand. Doing her best to push her conflicting thoughts away she went on the search field and hesitantly typed "porn movies". A variety of sites came up.
Margaret had no idea where to begin. She clicked the first site and was bombarded with several different categories of porn. One of them was "Big Cocks". Considering what was between her legs, she clicked that one. She was surprised to find that those men weren't quite as big as she was, even though some came close. As she watched these hung men violating much smaller woman, Margaret's cock quickly raised to full mast. She took a deep breath and grabbed it again with one hand, letting out a moan. She gave it a stroke and the skin peeled back, revealing the head. She continued to do it, watching the screen as a black man with a huge cock bent a young woman over a counter and pounded her from behind.
Soon Margaret's other hand had joined the fun, precum began oozing out of the tip of her cock, making it all wet and slippery. Margaret stroke faster, she felt the most sensitive spots of her dick with her finger, gradually understanding what felt good for her newly acquired cock. She focused on the video as her hands moved up and down her shaft in a blur. She began moaning louder, her entire being feelling hot, shivers constantly running through her body. For the first time Margaret found out how good it was to feel actual pleasure. Never before in her sex life it had been about pleasure. Sex was all about having a family, reproducing, pleasing the Lord. Pleasure was sinful, never good, the temptation of the devil. But now she struggled to admit to herself that If she knew how it felt like, her life would have certainly been different.
