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No sooner had the door closed behind her than the bell rang. Feeling light headed I open the door to a breakdown recovery man, he was a tall, 6 foot and muscly. “Excuse Miss, but did you make the call out?”

“Miss” I thought what’s he talking about but when I replied “no” a soft feminine voice came out of my mouth. I raised my hand to my face, no stubble, soft skin. I looked down and my jeans now hung over wide hips and were far too big. My head was spinning, “are you alright Miss? Is your boyfriend here?” asked the recovery driver. I must have been pale as he took my arm, my thin toned womanly arm, and walked me to the sofa. As I tried to compose myself he fetched a glass of water, oh! god I thought my cock. I shoved my hand down the front on my jeans, there was a cock there but it wasn’t mine. I have always been proud of my thick 6 inches but the monster in my pants would be at least 9 inches when erect, maybe more like 10. I snatched my hand back up to press against the rapidly beating heart in my chest and found breasts, the large, firm and pert breasts of a well endowed young woman.

What had happened to me? It could only have been her oddly sweet cum, she made me like this with her cum. I heard her voice echo in my head, “explore you gifts sweetie, we’ll see each other soon” even the sound of her voice in my head aroused me, only in this body aroused meant a 10 inch erection on a young woman’s body.

As the recovery man held the glass of water out for me he caught sight of the enormous erection bursting out of my jeans, he was mesmerised. I don’t think he was gay but none the less he was caught and he popped the buttons of my jeans placing his mouth over my cock like a well season sissy. He tried hard to go deep but in the end I had to force his head down on my shaft making him choke and gag each time, I still had my male strength so his resistance was met with force and he groaned in pleasure at the domination.

My cock was throbbing and covered in his spit, snot and tears.