The Day I Grew A Cunt

The Day I Grew A Cunt By Rusty Haight

I didn't ask for it to happen. I just woke up one morning and there it
was. I moved my hand down into my shorts to scratch my balls and they
weren't there any more. Instead was a big sweaty, oozing pussy. At
first I thought it had to be a nightmare, some type of acid flashback.
Perhaps I was imagining the whole thing but when I got up and stood up
in front of the full length mirror to examine it there was no mistaking
what it was. I pulled the lips apart and there it was staring back at
me.
I went to the washroom and splashed some cold water on my face. I tried
to convince myself that this was not happening. I slobbered on my index
finger and rubbed my new clit. It was sensitive, like someone running a
finger across the head of my cock. So it was hooked up correctly at
least. It still felt wrong, like there was something missing in
front.
I hopped in the tub and ran some water. I sat very still and tried to
collect my thoughts. What had caused this strange transformation? I had
no idea. Perhaps it was something in my diet. Perhaps, I thought, I
should run back into the bedroom and start looking for my cock. Maybe
it dropped off in my sleep or something. Still that wouldn't explain
what was happening between my legs.
I sat and fiddled with the clit again. It felt sort of nice. I could
feel the warm water around the hole as I spread the lips apart. I stuck
my finger inside to see how far it would go. I got one all way in, then
another, soon I was nearly fisting myself. I felt so filled up, it was
incredible. I went back and concentrated on the clit and before you
know it I was having my first multiple orgasm.
This thing was great. I mean, it may have looked stupid, me standing
there with a pair of big, floppy piss flaps but god was it great
fun.
I called my best friend Steve up on the phone and told him that I had
something to show him. Something he'd never believe in a million years
and to hurry up and come over. Steve seemed reluctant but I told him it
was the damnedest thing he'd ever see.
Steve showed up about twenty minutes and three orgasms later. The damn
thing was hungry. I couldn't rub it enough. I was in heat.
Steve nearly threw up when I took off the bath towel I was wearing and
showed him my swollen, dripping cunt.
"Jesus Christ!" he yelled. "What the hell is that thing."
"It's a pussy." I told him. "It hasn't been that long has it?"
"God, that's hideous. You freak. What did you do to yourself?"
"I didn't do anything. It just appeared like magic."
Steve was green. Finally I calmed him down and he knelt down between
my legs and took a look at it.

there's no mistaking that"
"I told you, Steve. Isn't it something? And I've had six orgasms so
far today. It's like the thing is stuck in overdrive."
"Really."
"Yeah, it's amazing.I could go again."
"You don't say."
I started to get a funny feeling. Masturbating was fine and good but I
really wanted to try this thing out.
"Hey, Steve," I said. "C'mere, I want to try something."
Steve came over and I started to unfasten his belt.
"Whoa, whoa," said Steve, protesting. "Wait a minute. What do you
think you're doing."
"I want to see how this thing works with an actual dick inside it. I
want you to fuck it."
"Look," said Steve. "I know we've been friends for a long time but
I've got to draw the line somewhere. I'm am not going to have sex with
you. I'm strictly for the ladies."
"Steve, for christ's sake, look at what's between my legs. I'm a girl!
We don't have to hold hands and blow each other kisses, I just want you
to put your cock in it and see how it feels.'
Steve thought it over.
"I don't know ..."
"God damn, Steve will you come over here and fuck me. Just do it."
Steve shrugged and went for it.
I'd never really looked at Steve's dick before. I guess it was a nice
one and fair sized. To my surprise it was already hard. I spread my
legs apart and closed my eyes and he slipped it in. God it felt
amazing. I had no idea how it felt from the other side before but it
was wonderful. Steve was doing a fairly good job, I'll give credit
where credit is due. I looked up and he was closing his eyes too,
shoving it in and out.
Suddenly I felt close to coming.
"Yeah, that's it, Steve," I said. "You're doing great, I'm almost
there."
"Shut up," said Steve. "I don't want to hear your voice, I'm trying to
think of something else."
"Oh sorry," I muttered.
The orgasm started to build until "pop!" I thought my head would
explode. At that exact second I heard Steve let out a loud grunt. He
stopped pumping and I felt something gushing into me. I jumped
up.
"Fuck! Steve, you idiot, you came in me!"
"Huh?"
"You came in me you imbecile!"
"So what?"
"So I don't know what's going on with my body, what if you knock me
up?"
"What?"
"What if I get pregnant you jackass!"
"Pregnant?"
"Yes, pregnant. I have a cunt now, what if I've got ovaries and a womb
and everything else."
"I didn't think of that."
"Damn right you didn't think. What the hell is your problem?"
"My problem?" yelled Steve. "I didn't even want to do it in the first
place. I'm no fag, you pressured me."
"Well I don't know what I'm going to do now."
"It'll be fine, you worry too much." Steve was starting to put his
pants back on.
"That's easy for you to say."
"I'm going to go home now," said Steve, lacing up his shoes. "This is
getting weird."
"Fine." So Steve left and I sat there and worried about it.
The next day I woke up and to my chagrin that pussy was still there,
laughing at me. It was still there the next day and the next and then
one day a funny thing happened. It started to bleed.
I got the rag. It was awful. I felt like dirt. I had cramps, I was
irritable, I just wanted to stay in bed but at least I wasn't having
that moron Steve's baby.
Menstruation was a horrible ordeal. Going to the store and buying
tampons was embarrassing. I could feel all the people in the drug store
laughing at me.
A few days later everything was back to normal, or as normal as things
can be when you're a damned hermaphrodite circus freak. I went out to
work and went about my daily tasks and no one was the wiser. Using the
employee washroom was a bit strange, having to sit down and all. It
took some getting used to. The damned thing was kind of a
nuisance.
Anyway one night me and some of the boys from work were out having a
few beers and I suppose I'd had a few too many. I got all bold and told
the guys to gather around because I was going to blow their mind. I
unzipped and pulled down my pants and they looked on in shock and
amazement.
They all agreed, they'd never seen anything like it.
I don't know if it was the booze or what but the next thing I knew they
were lined up taking turns screwing my brand new box right on top of
the bar and I was cheering them on. I had more orgasms than I could
count. It was incredible but when we went back to work on Monday
everything was weird. I was ostracized from the group. None of the guys
would even look at me and I could hear them whispering behind my back.
That stupid thing between my legs was nothing but trouble. I would have
sewn it shut but I don't think I'd have been able to piss
properly.
At one point I started getting love notes from one of the guys in
receiving which was even more off-putting. I wasn't looking for a
relationship, the thing was just hungry and I had to feed it. I had no
idea what to do. Maybe I'd just pack it up and join the circus.
I was pretty despondent for about a week. None of my former friends
would even talk to me. Then one day when I was sitting alone at my
desk, the girl in the cubicle across from me came over and sat down.
Her name was Margaret something or other. Nice girl, always friendly, a
bit shy and reserved, never talked much.
"I want to talk to you about something that's been bothering me," she
said.
I shrugged. "Okay, what?"
"Well something strange happened to me a few weeks ago. I didn't dare
tell anyone but ... well I think you might understand."
I was confused but I figured, what the hell.
"Okay, what seems to be the problem?"
Well," she said. "I woke up the other morning and I found this..." She
reached under her skirt and fished out the biggest, nastiest looking
cock I had ever seen.
"Margaret," I said with a smile. "I think you and I are going to get
along just fine.