Remaker

"If you want it, you'll drink it. Of course there's a risk, there would be with any form of surgery. But based on my simulations, this will give you what you crave - and quickly." Dr Sampson held the formula out to Helen.

"Y-yes," she stammered. "I want it. I'm ready. But... Will you give it to me? I've dreamed about this for years, and the feeling that I'm being changed is part of the thrill. So please doctor, will you?"

Dr Sampson was a careful woman, but she had gone into this line of work because the thought of it turned her on. To administer this formula to Helen, to observe the effect, to be in control, was a major part of her kink. "You're sure?" Helen nodded. "Then beg me, you perverted slut."

Helen took in a ragged breath. Her pussy was on fire already... This was her most fervent wish. "Please Dr Sampson, pour that formula down my throat. Transform me... Remake me forever!"

"Remake you into what?"

"A futanari. Please doctor, make me into a dickgirl! I want a girl-cock to go with my pussy. I want to fuck and be fucked. I want to shoot cum. I want to be a freak!"

Clenching her own thighs together in arousal, Dr Sampson put the test tube to Helen's gorgeous mouth and tipped it gently. "There... Let it slip down your throat. It'll only be moments before you grow your futanari dick and you'll finally have the deviant freak body you've been jilling off to since you were a teenager."

The liquid, a combination of a designer virus, steroids and nanites, was cold as iced water as Helen swallowed. The effect was nearly instantaneous. "Ahhh... I can feel it!" She pulled up her short skirt, and her fingers went to the pantyhose between her legs. She hadn't worn any other underwear. A bulge began to develop under the skin above her vulva.

"That's right... Let it out." Dr Sampson sat back in her chair, squeezing her breasts gently. "Your new cock is about to slide out of your body. The ecstacy you're feeling right now is because thousands of new nerve-endings are bristling into life. They are about to be stretched out along inches of skin and a sensitive futa cock head. Inside your body, you're growing the glands which are going to produce the girly cum you want to shoot so much. They're in overdrive because your new dick will want to shoot straight away. That's what you want isn't it? To be a slave to that hard tool between your legs, an undeniable reminder of your arousal and your willingness to pervert your own biology?"

"Ugh... Oh fuuuuuck!" Helen grunted and gasped, and pulled at the sheet material of her tights. They laddered and split as a hard dick slowly pushed out of her body.

Helen felt the shape of her new glans, her fresh foreskin retracted over the perfect helmet. It soon stood erect, leaving her pussy wet and twitching where the scrotum would hang on a man. It was big, as big as any man's Helen had ever seen.

Dr Sampson came forward to admire her handiwork. "Yessss," she hissed in pride and pleasure, "you have a perfect, hard futa prick. Now show your remaker how you cum for her!" With the slightest touch from the doctor's hand, Helen spunked hard.

The doctor flinched involuntarily - the power of the first few ropes of cum was astonishing. The unnatural cock shot it's load for feet across the room, a huge volume, and then kept on producing. Even the sixth, seventh and eighth bursts of liquid were way in excess of most male loads either had seen.

Helen slumped against the examination table, exhausted. Dr Sampson brought her mouth to Helen's ear.

"Again, my futa slut. Cum again for me with that hard new girl-cock."

The doctor watched with increasing excitement as Helen lay back and began jerking off her new cock for the first time. The transformed woman was in heaven as she used both hands on her hard length, stroking until gouts of sperm were arcing into the air, staining her pantyhose.

Dr Sampson could no longer contain her lust. "Show me how grateful you are, you cum-covered little slut." Eagerly, Helen dropped between the doctors legs and began licking at her pussy through the pale tights she wore.

Helen felt her new dick reharden as she danced her tongue around the doctor's wet cunt. Just as she had wanted, she felt a slave to the sensations in her cock, and Helen submitted to the drive to fuck. She pulled the doctor's pantyhose apart and slid her big futa prick inside the woman who had given her this astonishing gift.

This time, it lasted. The women fucked for an hour, with Helen driving Dr Sampson to orgasm after orgasm. As darkness fell on the office, they fucked through their fatigue, through the sweat, through the smell of cum and pussy that permeated the air. Wearing only their torn and stained tights, the doctor and Helen finally pulled apart. Dr Sampson leaned back, offering her sweet pointed tits as a target for the new futa's thick jizz.

Helen's gargantuan cumload splattered against the doctor's breasts, and then over her face and hair. She opened her mouth to taste it, and Helen obliged by firing thick loads of spunk directly into the doctor's mouth, filling it in moments. Dr Sampson struggled to swallow the immense load, and as the surplus ran out of her mouth and down her chin, she noted the sweet taste. Just as she had designed.

As the women came down, the doctor found herself thinking of the second formula in her lab. All it needed was profiling to her genome, and she could have a cock too. Until today, she'd never even contemplated changing herself so radically, but all this sweet cum was slowly, insidiously changing her mind.

Within the week, the world would have a second true futanari.