The curse of 4chan (Female to Futa, PE, Growth)

Anonymous stared at the screen before her. Page after page of exotic fetishes, all on a site she had found out about by ghosting several empty image boards. The rumors were true, 4chan had the goods. Anonymous locked her door so she wouldn't be disturbed, and closed the blinds on the windows. Anonymous didn't want to be seen. These "4channers" keep using the word "fap". It was easy to see what they were advocating. Were they serious, or did was their sense of humor made edgier by their mutual anonymity. Nobody can see her, so Anonymous decides a little gently rubbing wouldn't hurt. She unbuttons her jeans and lets her hand slide. She had never seen material like this before. Hours pass, morning arrives, and Anonymous has made herself numb with rubbing. She needs to pee, so cursing herself for spending the night in front of the computer, she removes her hand from her jeans, leaves her room, and enters the bathroom. Anonymous drops her jeans and panties around here ankles, and takes a seat. She reaches down to adjust her trajectory, and feels something unfamiliar. Anonymous stares with shock at that which she can't believe. A penis jutting out from where her poor little clit had been. She feels beneath it, and finds two large round testicles. She feels further still, and is relieved to find her familiar parts are still there.

Anonymous considers the potential of her new parts. She knows that somehow she won't be able to keep it, but while she has it, she wants to see what all the talk about "fapping" is about. Anonymous reaches for a bottle of lotion on the counter, and dispenses a dollop within her hand. Taking the lotion within her hand, she gently grasp the flaccid member. Anonymous rubs the lotion over the surface, making it as slippery as possible. As she rubs the penis becomes larger and harder. It looks to her as if it is at least a foot long. Anonymous continues to rub, alternating hands, and occasionally giving special attention to the tip. She feels climax approach, and attempts to resist it. Resisting makes it come sooner, and heavy stream of white cum flies from the tip, and firmly hangs itself on the bathroom wall. "Oh crap" she says, and then attempts to wipe the mess away with a clump of toilet paper. While she was wiping, cum slowly dripped from the tip onto her jeans and panties. "Oh crap" again, and Anonymous wipes herself and tries to blot at the growing wet spot on her jeans. The smell of sex fills the bathroom air. She pulled up her pants and crept back to her room.

Anonymous removes her soiled garments and buries them in the bottom of her clothing hamper. Anonymous realizes she might be seen, and quickly runs to lock her room door. As she run the few feet to her door, she feels her new parts flopping and rubbing against her. "4chan did this" she thinks to herself, and she returns to her computer to try to find a clue why. As she begins looking through 4chan, reading every comment in every thread, she starts to feel her interest in the material before her take over her thoughts. She is startled to suddenly feel her penis had become erect, and was now rubbing uncomfortably across the unfinished wood on the underside of her desk drawer. Anonymous backed up in her chair, and allowed the penis to spring upward. Was it the same size, or was it a little larger? Anonymous knows it became hard as a reaction to her arousal, and attempts to think of something else. The penis proves too distracting to ignore. She remembers it became flaccid after she came in the bathroom, and tells herself, "why not just finish off again". Anonymous starts to rub. Up and down slowly with her left hand, while her right browsed /d/ for images of interest. As she slumped over in her chair, she looked down at the tip of the penis. "If I could just bend a little further, I may be able to reach it". Anonymous flexed her neck, and bent her back, but her mouth could not reach the end.

She reached out with her tongue. She missed it, and tried to reach it while holding it still with both hands. Barely reached it. Anonymous licked the tip of her new penis with the end of her tongue. She could feel it's roughness, over and over. BANG BANG her room door shook. "Are you all right in there, you missed breakfast." Anonymous needed a lie quick. "I think I'm sick", and with that Anonymous unlocked the door and hurried to her bed and hid beneath the covers. "cough cough". The door crept open. "I'm so sorry you're sick. Do you want me to bring you anything". Anonymous shook her head. "Fine, just get some rest". The door shut. Anonymous could feel the tip of her hard penis sliding across her bed sheets. She needed to finish what she had started, so she curled herself beneath her sheets and started again. Anonymous found that although she couldn't quite reach before,

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