I was 19 and home from seminary when I woke up one Sunday morning and went to the bathroom to pee. That's when I noticed it: A small pink hood above my penis. How strange. I touched it and felt a chill run down my spine. I rubbed it softly, inspecting it with the tip of my finger, not noticing that my cock was filling with blood without so much as a touch. The pink fold was inviting and my attention on it increased. Suddenly I was there and before I could catch myself - as masturbation is a sin - cum was rocketing across my bathroom. My tummy filled with surprise, but I kept rubbing. I had indulged in the past to much regret, but this orgasm was different. My body shook. I looked down confounded. Was my penis smaller?
Father called from downstairs. "Son! Hurry up and get ready! I have a sermon to preach." He was a minister at the largest church in town. Halfway through the service I had to get up and leave. I could see my dad eye me angrily from the pulpit as I made my exit. But my clothes were soaked through. My body was so hot I was sweating profusely, taken in fever, and it felt like every bone in my body was being crushed in a vice. I hobbled into the foyer and downstairs to the church bathroom and looked in the mirror shocked to see my lips swollen, practically the size they are now. My tongue rounded their circumference. I was getting hard again. I could feel a peculiar wetness making my underwear cling to my pelvis. I unzipped my dress pants. My eyes grew to the size of saucers. All that met me was a shock of public hair on a flat crotch. Before I could process my cock was gone my dress shirt pushed forward. I could see the impression of two firm nipples in the fabric. They were coming. They would be the biggest I had ever seen. And they would be mine.
I looked up into the mirror. My hair was already down to my shoulders. My face was almost unrecognizable. Oh fuck, what was happening. I wanted to scream, but I could hear the service going on upstairs through the old floorboards of the church. I whimpered. My voice was sweet, pitched high, and very afraid. My pants fell to the floor. They were too big for me now. I pulled my shirt around me and ran to the bathroom door. A deacon was counting offering money in the hallway, but I managed to sneak out and run home. Eventually I had to walk. The heaviness of my breasts were too much on me. My mind raced. Two boys in a pickup truck passed honking their horn. "Yeah, baby! Nice legs! Wooooo!" I pulled my dress shirt down over my thighs as best I could.
Finally I got home. I stood in the doorway of my room. Lost. What was happening to me?