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AnpuRa cut a menacing figure as he wandered the shampoo aisle at the drugstore, rolling a tiny-looking cart in front of him. His appearance was something he put meticulous maintenance into, evident by the explosive canopy of muscle that stretched across his shoulders and chest. From head to toe his body was a Gilgameshian stack of bulging sinews and meandering veins. For all his hellacious masculinity he was draped in a luxurious frock of cloudy, gray fur that fell around his collar and upper back. A friendly face was hung with a black beard. His sharp, red eyes were kept forward as he hummed a tune to himself. The insides of his ears were the color of gold, similar to the Egyptian-style jewelry he kept around his neck and wrists.

He walked past the many fancifully colored bottles. Not after any of those, he made a beeline for the end of the aisle where he intended to replenish his supply of another certain toiletry. It had been an integral part of his routine, one nearly as important as working out to maintain his physique. Hanging off the top of the aisle, near the end, was a green sign with a white text.

BUBBLE BATH SOAP

It was there he meant to replenish his last bottle which had gone empty the day before. Ever since he started his religious dedication to bodybuilding, bubble baths were his go-to method of cooling down after a ferocious workout, something he did five times a week. What many considered a rather feminine or childish way of getting clean was, according to him, the absolute best way to let the body relax and begin repairing itself. Lying in a cloud of bubbly softness with only his head, resting on a damp towel, peaking above the foam, was heaven on Earth, especially after putting himself through the misery of such intensive exercises. If he ever felt drained or overworked, taking a dip in a sea of suds was just the ticket.

But when he reached the end of the aisle, heartbreak. The entire section beneath the sign was almost completely barren. "Aw, come on!" He looked up and down the empty shelves of beige, seeing none of the brands he was used to buying. The shelf wasn't entirely empty, of course, but it wasn't something he was keen on buying.

On the center row, standing by itself like a royal guard, was a cylindrical bottle of bubble soap. The kind he was used to buying were always bland and nondescript, not the frilly kind that made him feel like a kid just by holding it. That's exactly what this was, only much, much worse. From base to cap the bottle was colored in a garish pink like Pepto Bismol. Decorating it was a storm of rosy pink bubbles. In the center was a cartoon fairy blowing up some bubble gum from her lips. The title of the bottle read Fairy Bath!, and just beneath that Bubble Gum.

AnpuRa stood there staring at it for a while, feeling a deep mixture of disgust and disappointment. It was just a bottle of bubble soap, completely innocent and harmless, but here he was wanting it to hide it out of sight behind the neighboring shampoo bottles so as to spare him and anyone else a possible infection of cooties. The irony wasn't lost on him that he was comfortable enough in his masculinity to take bubble baths, but somehow this is what crossed the line. Regardless, the thought of him putting something called Fairy Bath in his tub brought images of him going soft.

He shook his head. That was silly. Nobody would ever see him using it, and anyone who saw him buying it wouldn't give a shit. If they did, he could say it was for his daughter, and if they didn't believe that, then fuck 'em. What were they gonna do? Talk shit to him about it? His build wasn't the kind that invited insults from strangers.

He realized he was thinking about it too much and picked the bottle up. It looked tiny in his giant paw. Maybe I'll use this for one week. Then I'll come back and hope everything else is restocked. That made him think. Who the hell besides him was buying bubble soap, and why did they get so many? Was this stuff too frilly for them too?

That wasn't important. He tossed the bottle into his shopping cart where it clattered and rolled around the grated floor. No matter how it made him or anyone else feel, it was better using it than smelling like a wet dog.

* * *

"Fffhhh! Fffhhh! Fffhhh! Fffhhh! Fffhhh!" AnpuRa was standing over his barbell, gripping the bar beneath one end where a giant stack of disk weights were attached. It was between his legs, heaving up towards him with each pull. His knees and body were bent. An entire canteen of sweat came dripping off his body, soaking the skin-tight wife beater and gym shorts he wore. Those giant muscles woven through his back and arms flexed with each pull. Each exhale hissed through the upper teeth sunken into his lip.

In his head he was counting. 46... 47... 48... 49... 50! Do one more! 51! "Gaaahhhhh!" He lowered the bar to the ground. His entire upper back was on fire. Stretching his shoulders around was almost impossible. He stood upright and wiped his wrist across his forehead, both being soaked in sweat. That was it for the day. "Whoo!"

He stepped from over the bar and grabbed his water bottle to squirt some into his mouth. The bar he had just used was in front of a wall covered in mirrors. Around him were multiple racks holding dumbbells, kettlebells, and other various weights. On the floor were enormous machines, altogether capable of blasting every muscle in the body. Here was his safe place, the place where he crafted his athleticism and escaped from the world. Now that he was done working out, he could take a badly needed bubble bath.

He grabbed a towel off a nearby rack and wiped his face dry with it as he headed to the bathroom. Once he was in there he kicked off his shoes and peeled off his sweat-saturated clothes. Down came his underwear, letting loose a massive sex organ equal in prominence with his giant muscles. Long, black, and drenched in veins, the head swung below his knees like a pendulum, the root being anchored above an appropriately rotund pair of balls. It swung heavily as he casually tossed his clothes into the hamper and cut the bath on. Water gurgled from the faucet loudly as he pushed the drain closed.

Sitting on the bath corner among several other bottles was the bubble soap he had bought yesterday. It stood out like a sore thumb next to taller, more robust bottles of men's shampoo. He picked it up and smirked at it. Who knows? I might end up liking it better than the usual stuff. He flicked the cap open with his thumb claw, turned it upside down over the frothing water, then squeezed it.

Crack!

Instead of squirting a single jet of soap, the entire cap shattered apart like a blown boiler, throwing out a hundred tiny fragments of pink plastic and gooping out most of the soap.

"Shit!" AnpuRa twisted the bottle upright. It was crumpled between his fist like a tin can. A fat bubble inflated out of the neck and then popped. Pink splooge bled down the side and onto his thumb. There was hardly anything left. "Oh, dammit. Come on!"

The giant blob of soap that had fallen out ruptured and then dissipated into the gurgling bath current. AnpuRa put the bottle aside and dipped his paw in to wash off the soap that had gotten on his thumb. "Cheap piece of crap. Guess I don't know my own strength." He plucked the bottle up by its neck and chucked it into the trash bin next to the toilet. Whether he was about to enjoy this bath or not, he damn sure wasn't buying anything from Fairy Bath ever again.

The soap swelled and churned into a snowy cumulus of bubbles. The bottle got one thing right, it was definitely bubble gum flavored. The entire bathroom reeked of it now. Every inhale was a lungful of that chewy flavor, so intense that it made his mouth water. Great, he thought. It probably isn't going to stop smelling like that until days from now. The bubbles made it to the top of the tub long before the water did, spilling out slowly like from a lidded pot. After watching it slide down the side of the tub and plop onto the mat, he killed the water, hoping that there was at least enough water to actually clean himself with underneath what looked like an impenetrable canopy of white.

His legs craned over the foam and sank inside. Fortunately the water came up to his mid-calf, just enough to lie down in and get a good soak. He stepped the other foot in, held the rim of the tub, then sank into it. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh..." The water was a crisp temperature, a level of heat that helped his sore muscles relax. He laid back and sank up to his collar, elevating the surface and spilling more bubbles over the edge.

He didn't let that bother him. It was time to soak. A very satisfied hum rolled through his nose as he closed his eyes. He became a disembodied head and ears poking out of a snow capped mountain range. The microscopic bubbles popped and sizzled right next to his ears like soda fizz. He closed his eyes, focusing on the gradual wane of his soreness as it radiated into the candy-flavored water and dissolved into nothing.

The pain was gone eventually, but in its wake was... something else. AnpuRa, eyes still closed, noticed something strange around his crotch and chest. A sharp tingling sensation was pinching at his nipples. Around his dick and balls was something similar, almost like a rash had flared up on the skin. But it didn't feel bad or uncomfortable. It felt kinda good? He swam his paw through the water and rubbed his penis. Nothing stung or burnt. A quick poke to the nipples revealed the same thing. Probably used too much of this stuff. Can't be good for my skin. However tingly it made his parts feel, it wasn't enough to throw him out of the tub just yet. He was still wallowing in the comfort of the water and wouldn't stop until it had started to cool.

Alas, it did about ten minutes later. Reluctantly he did a quick wash using his shampoo and then dunked himself inside to rinse off. He resurfaced, punching through the roof of bubbles and bringing a stack of it on his head and shoulders. He pulled the plug on the drain and got out to dry himself off. Rubbing the towel around his privates revealed that the tingling sensation hadn't dissipated there, nor around his nipples. Continuing to rub the towel around did not mitigate it.

"Sheesh." He chucked the towel into the hamper and left the bathroom. He cut the lights behind him, leaving the tub to drain itself in the dark.

* * *

AnpuRa was back in a pair of shorts and a tank top, albeit a fit that hung off of him much more loosely. His workout was done and he had an entire evening ahead of him. It was time to kick back and take a well-deserved load off. Plopped down on his couch with his legs kicked up on the ottoman, he was watching an NBA game with a drink in his paw. The lamp on the table next to the couch was lit, illuminating him and the collection of ancient Egyptian artifacts he kept on several shelves on the wall behind him. He sipped his drink every so often, usually between the hoots and cusses he would give in reaction to the game in front of him.

He would've been even more invested if not for the continuous tingling that had refused to leave his nipples and crotch. No, it still didn't hurt, but a full hour after he had gotten out of the bathtub meant he was starting to get pissed. He would hiss through his teeth and slide his paw through the arm hole in his tank top to rub his nipple. It felt odd across his fingers, almost like it was puffy or soft. The AC would drift into his shirt, making them go hard. They weren't just tingling. They were starting to get sensitive.

His manhood had it just as bad. The sensation had so completely wrapped around his shaft and scrotum that it felt like someone had coated it in paraffin wax and let it dry. Like he would his nipples, he would grope himself and try to adjust his junk in case some other position would make it feel better. No dice. An impatient snort blew through his nose. I might have to look for a number on that bottle and call somebody. This is ridiculous.

The ball game progressed normally with a few highlights and some ill-advised calls by the refs, earning the players' and AnpuRa's admonishment. Upon halftime he noticed that his glass was empty besides a few half-melted ice cubes. Time for a refill. He slid his legs off the ottoman and stood up.

Something tugged on his chest. He looked down, expecting to see something that had fallen on his pecs. There was nothing but the white fabric of his tank top, but something about it was off. Across his chest was the floofy collar of gray chest hair that looped around his back and connected over the nape of his neck. Beneath that was his thunderous chest. Before the tanktop was only draped over it. Now, however, it felt much tighter.

Worst was having his tingly nipples jutting into the fabric. Their beady points were poking out in front of him. "What the fuck?" He put his paws over his chest. What he should have felt were two solid plates of muscle. Instead there was a heavy layer of plush flesh. His heart plummeted. "Oh no..."

AnpuRa stormed out of the living room, knocking into the ottoman and sending it halfway across the rug. He flew up the stairs, skipping every other step and shaking the entire house with each massive foot fall. On the second floor he bolted down the hallway towards his bedroom, then into his bathroom. He snapped the lights on, revealing his reflection on the mirror and a bathtub empty of water but still loaded with suds. Looking into the mirror he confirmed his fears.

The chest of the tank top was stretched, not over a heavy set of pecs, but two swollen breasts.

Horror made his throat tighten. "No! Nononononono!" He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Sickening was the sight of two mammaries falling into place with a pronounced wobble. His nipples, formally two black buttons that stood out amongst his white underbelly fur, were now giant dollar coins featuring prominent teats at their centers. The flesh around it was not round, at least not yet, but sported a noticeable curve very different from the dense plains they had been just an hour ago.

"Oh God! Oh fuck!" The panic spiked the pitch of his voice, or was that the estrogen now coursing through his veins as readily as plasma? He didn't know. That wasn't important, not while knockers were swelling out of him before his very eyes.

As if waiting for his audience, the tingling intensified, now into some so uncomfortable that his body shivered out of revulsion. At a rate just quick enough to be visible, the gossamer skin of his chest began to float away from him like a tuft of smoke from a fire. If they weren't round before, they were getting there, earning an A cup, then B, then C, then God-knew how many letters after that.

He pushed his paws into them, sinking the palms into what had become like a soft mattress. A cold shiver rippled through his chest as the nipples, now dreadfully sensitive, poked into the skin. "Ahhhhhhhh FUCK!"

Then he remembered. It wasn't just his breasts that tingled. A cold boulder of dread fell on him. He looked at himself in the mirror. That pronounced dick bulge, a source of great pride bordering on arrogance, was nowhere to be seen. AnpuRa did not want to pull his pants down. He did not want to see what it had become. He wanted nothing more than to live in blissful ignorance and pretend like his member had stayed the triumphant fuck stick it always was.

But he knew better than that. To keep his pants up only meant delaying a miserable discovery. Bracing himself with a bitten lip, he grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down. His penis was still incredibly big. Long and heavy, it maintained a sizable reach towards the floor from between his thighs.

But it did not reach his knees like it once had. Now a few inches above them, it was well on its way to shrinking back into his loins. The balls behind it were in just as much trouble, now a tier smaller than they had been before AnpuRa got in the bathtub.

He gripped the sides of his head where his features were stretched back in terror. "Oh God, NO!" He grabbed his penis and pulled on it, a vain attempt to breathe life back into its size. No such luck. It snapped taut at a length nearly half as less as it had been. "FUCK!" His voice exploded across the bathroom, ringing in his ears. He held the sides of his head again. "What do I DO?"

The bottle. He remembered the bottle. It was in the trash bin next to the toilet. He darted over and fished it out, still crumpled from when he had squeezed it. Some careful re-squeezing molded it back into its cylindrical shape, at least enough to make the label readable. He looked at the opposite side of the logo label to search for a number.

Blank plastic. No paper, no sticker, no etchings, no stencils, no nothing. Just blank, pink plastic.

He spun the bottle around several times with an increasing panic, scrutinizing every fragment for something, anything, that would've led him to a number or a company. There was nothing, not even on the base. "FUCK." He chucked the bottle at the wall where it bounced off with a loud smack! A spit of soap blew out of it, sticking to the wall along with a pair of dainty bubbles that floated down before popping.

Online. There has to be something online. AnpuRa spun around and stormed to the door. Stopping him was his passing reflection in the mirror. Not only had his breasts grown into something passable as buxom, hanging off his chest with a markable rotundity, but a curtain of hair had fallen from his scalp. It was shiny and black like obsidian, parting around his forehead to form some serious bangs. Sprouting from it all, as spritely as ever, were his two towering ears.

He came close to staying there and looking over himself. A part of him he didn't know he had, or a part that was very new, wanted to mess with his hair and make it more presentable. No time. With a curt shake of his head that flopped his hair around he darted out of there for his computer. It was on a desk in front of a window in his bedroom. He pulled the rolly chair out and sat down in it.

Something scraped his thighs. He looked down and saw that his bottom had filled out the seat from armrest to armrest. His immediate thought was that the chair had shrunk, but he quickly realized that wasn't the case. The flanks of his thighs and hips were blowing out of him, losing the definition of his muscles for a much more curvy set of legs and ass. "Shiiiiit!"

He hit the power button on his computer. In the brief moment before the monitor came to life he saw his reflection in the black screen. His hair was still growing, now tickling towards his jawline. A quick blow through his lips sent a lock flying away, only for it to plop back down over his lips and make him blow it off again.

He logged in when prompted and was greeted by his desktop. Mocking him was a picture of himself flexing his muscles back when he had won a bodybuilding competition. He grunted to himself and opened his web browser. He hurriedly typed in the words Fairy Bath. All it produced were pictures for porcelain statues of fairies taking baths. There were a few product advertisements for bath bombs called fairy baths, but none of them resembled the brand he had purchased. Adding "bubble bath" or "bubble soap" yielded similar results. Fairy Bath the brand simply did not exist except for the bottle that he had smashed against his bathroom wall.

He banged his fist on the desk, rattling it. "Goddammit..." He stood out of the chair, rubbing his bubbly buttocks against the plastic armrests. He could feel his hair crawling down the point where his head met his neck. Back to the bathroom he went, hoping his feminization had slowed and that maybe it wasn't that bad.

It was much, much worse. Any sign that he once had pecs was hidden behind a pair of tits big enough to put a wet nurse to shame. They hung over his torso with such presence that his every minute twist and shake brought about a tremendous sway. His nipples were like hockey pucks. The nubs at their centers were broader than his nipples had been before all of this started. Crowning his titanic bosom was his chest floof, it too having grown into something luxurious and extravagant.

It wasn't just his breasts. No part of his body went unchanged. Those hips, once dictated by the rigid shape of his quads and glutes, were now stretched into a set of curves so thick- or thicc, rather -that they had matched the breadth of his shoulders. His biceps were rounding themselves out into something softer. The traps hugging his neck inverted their curve. His beard was gone, revealing a much more pleasant face, one that looked younger and had eyes that sparkled. Still his hair grew, finally reaching the nape of his neck and towards his collar.

And then there was his penis. Again, it was still big. At 9 inches, he would've been the envy of a vast majority of men. Again, that wasn't anywhere near what it had been. Compared to the monster it was before the bath, this was paltry. He gripped it mournfully, watching the glans retract towards his pelvis like the lens of a telescope. The frizzy bush of black pubes that flared out at the root made it look even smaller. Unsurprisingly, his balls were getting smaller too.

His options were growing thin. What did he have left? What could put a stop to it? Testosterone. He needed testosterone. He sprinted out of the bathroom, tits bouncing, ass jiggling, and made it to the kitchen. The fridge door nearly ripped off its hinges as he threw it open. In the meat drawer was a fat ribeye in its packaging that he tore open with a single swipe of the claw. He charged to the oven and pulled a pan out of one of the cabinets, creating a great calamity of avalanching enamelware. He slapped the pan on the stove and kicked the dial to HIGH.

Fwoom.

Claws of flickering blue spread from the grill and splayed against the pan bottom. AnpuRa dropped the steak on it. It sizzled at once, bubbling a thin froth from beneath its meaty slab. AnpuRa pulled open the drawer and retrieved some tongs. Even in the middle of a life-altering emergency he made the perfunctory double-clack. He stood over the oven for a few seconds, bouncing on his toes with antsy impatience. His breasts, still getting bigger, jiggled along with him. Less jiggly were his cock and balls, now below what most men would consider enviable.

"Come on, come on!" The steak continued sizzling on its face, a charred gray color creeping up its fatty side. He grabbed it with the tongs, pausing the sizzling before he flipped it around. It was burnt to a crisp on that side, nearly more black than gray. Smoke was pouring off of it. He had the presence of mind to turn the overhead fan on.

After a few more minutes of cooking he grabbed a plate from a cabinet and put the steak on it. With a knife and fork in paw he marched to the kitchen table and sat down to eat. He cut off as big a piece as he could fit in his mouth and scarfed it down. It had a texture like grilled bark on the outside and wet rubber on the inside, Pittsburgh rare.

He wasted no time chewing, making it disappear in less than a minute of frantic chomps, tears, and swallows. When he was done he sat back in his chair with a sigh. "Huhhhhhhhh..." A weight sat in his gut like an anvil. He'd seared the inside of his mouth. Hope told him that it worked. Common sense told him that he had just wasted a twenty dollar steak. "Ugh... That was a bad i-dea!"

That last syllable cracked like an egg. He slapped his paw over his mouth, jostling a few locks of hair back over his face. Was that... a woman's voice??? His paw made a cautious retreat from his maw. He opened his mouth and made a noise. "Aaaa-"

He silenced himself with another clap over the mouth. His eyes were bugging. What had come out was not a manly thrum but an effeminate sigh. He pulled his paw away and spoke again, ready this time. "Aaaaah." Yup. That was a woman's voice. His cords were shrinking, throwing his range into a permanent falsetto.

Speaking of shrinking, he looked down to inspect his penis. Blocking his view was a bosom so massive that it had absorbed the space between him and the table, eventually pressing into it and swelling over the edge. He had to pull them apart to look between his thighs, now tumescent like the columns of a bouncy house. Frighteningly less significant were the remnants of his penis, at a stage where men would not envy him but rather feel pity. The base of his glans had fallen into the outer fringe of his pubes. He couldn't even see his scrotum. It was small enough now that he could track its unwavering descent into his body. The steak had done jack shit.

"Noooooo..." Out of immediate options, he scooted back on his chair and stood up. Doing so made him appreciate the literal gravity of his breasts. They tugged on his upper body, giving him a real appreciation for the busty women out there. He sauntered towards the stairs slowly so as to save himself the embarrassment of feeling his fresh bosom bouncing. What he couldn't prevent was feeling his Jovian ass cheeks grinding against each other as he climbed each step.

He made it back to the bathroom and looked at the mirror. Staring back at him was the perfect opposite to his abandoned masculinity. A statuesque monument to feminine beauty stood in his bathroom, replete with a snowy bosom fit to contain beach balls, their summits capped by onyx nipples as big as his fist. His face was rounded and soft, without any of the harsh lines or scraggly facial hair from before. The hair on his head was a shiny curtain of pretty black that reached all the way down his back. The once proud muscles in his arms, though still significant, had smoothed out into something more manageable. His ribs had lost their stoic topography in favor of a perfect hourglass. Hips fit to deliver an entire litter of children fell into thighs like tree trunks. He turned around to see that, yes, his ass was not a cake, not a bakery, but a whole damn factory.

He put his paw on one cheek, sinking it into an ocean of blubbery thickness. When he pulled it to the side and let go it came crashing back into place like a meteor. His fluffy wolf tail was cocked to the side. He wagged it over, wooshing it through the air. It was kind of... Oh God. It was kind of sexy.

"Ah!" Breaking his ass-imposed trance was a sudden spike in that tingling feeling around his cock. He spun around to face the mirror, once again swinging his breasts around like wrecking balls and nearly toppling himself over. He watched as his dick made the final descent into his loins. The glans had disappeared inside a cocoon of foreskin. His nuts were no more. At last he saw the outline of his cock head get swallowed by his pelvis, leaving in its wake a cone of clotted dickskin.

The sensations were too fierce for him to register the emotional impact of watching his manhood disappear into nothing. That tingling was not on the skin of his penis anymore, but crawling into him where all his reproductive parts were rearranging themselves into something more appropriate for the rest of him. That bundle of nerves once reserved for the slot of his cock helmet was now tightening into a dense pearl more sensitive than AnpuRa was ready to handle.

The process alone was too much. He- no, she -gasped sharply. "Uhhh! Huhhhhh..." The flesh of her thighs started to quake. Her knees buckled and her feet twisted inwards. Her jaw was hung open, twitching around a steady procession of gasps and moans. "Uhhh! Uhhh! Hahhhh! Uhhh!"

The pleasure was crippling, to a degree her man brain could not process fully all at once. She stumbled backwards. Her ass bumped into the wall where she slid down to the floor. She opened her legs and bent them. Her entire body bounced and jostled against the wall as more spasms rocked her body.

"Uhhhh! Uhhhhhh! Oh God! Oh fuck! Yes! YES!"

What had been her foreskin flattened out across the underside of her crotch. It cleaved itself down the middle, then swelled out into a chunky pair of cunt lips. Her testes were still climbing up her insides, slowly transitioning into a pair of fully functioning ovaries ready to ovulate. A deep cavity opened to form a vagina. Behind it was her womb, blocked off by a tight cervix.

Every tiny transition of her parts was like a tectonic shift, the flesh and nerves grinding across each other and creating a flesh-shattering quake. Her toes curled. She gripped the bath mat for dear life. Her face was pointed at the ceiling, letting loose a barrage of high-pitched screams.

"OH GOD! YES! HUHHHHH! YES! YES!!!"

Her chunky legs were sliding open wider until finally they jerked into their most obtuse. Her orgasm had arrived. From her cunt squirted a geyser of girl water. It came in a stream, ramrod straight and thick like a finger. It hissed with a vengeance, unleashing with so much force that it struck the ceiling above her. It was an eruption, a celebratory spew that christened her new body with a rain of crystalline droplets.

It stopped abruptly, resumed, then stopped, then resumed, then stopped again. In the middle of it all her jaw was clenched, holding back the most of her breath until finally she let that go too.

"HUUUUUUEEEEEUUUUUGHHHHUUUUUUUuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh~~~!!!"

She rolled over, projecting her fountain across the bathroom, then back the other way as she rocked to the other side. She curled into a ball and covered her pussy, still quivering without any control. Moans belted out of her. "Huhhhhh! Huhhhhh! Huhhhh! Huhhhhh..."

She didn't come back to reality until much later, after an indiscernible amount of time had passed. She was on her side, balled into the fetal position, her paws still folded over her flower where there sloshed a heavy amount of girl juice. The bathroom reeked of her orgasm, overpowering the remnants of her bubble bath, now forgotten. She licked her lips and groaned. Her mouth was dry. The afterburn of her climax still sent small quivers through her undercarriage. She finally opened her eyes. It took a few blinks to get them in focus. "Whooo... Holy shit."

She rolled onto her back and sat up. The room was swimming around her. Everything from the waist down felt like rubber. Pooled on the tile floor between her legs was an ocean of squirt. Looking up she saw the dark spots on the ceiling. Water dripped from it slowly. She chuckled. "Oops."

It took a few moments of awkward pushes and heaves, but she was able to get on her feet. She saw herself in the mirror again, a buxom matron she would've tried to woo in a past life. But that wasn't a woman she saw on the street or in a magazine. It was her, AnpuRa. The same person that had been working out, blasting his back muscles over a barbell. She remembered the horror of watching herself change, but looking at herself in the mirror with her orgasm still reeling in her loins, she decided that maybe this wasn't half bad.

She turned around and saw the mess she had made. That would need some cleaning up, but it was going to have to wait. Right now she needed a long, hot bath.

THE END