5"). In fact, it felt too big, and I was always worried it would pop up at the top of my swimsuit. As a teenager, I worried girls will notice my frequ...ent erections. Later, in my adult years, I thought this was just a childish fantasy of mine. At an older age, reading female sex stories, I realise I was right to worry. My wife told me I had a reputation for being unapproachable.Indeed, I recall the feeling when girls challenged me all around, and I indicated I wasn't accepting the sexuality. Breasts grew on his chest, which he knew that at his current size would be huge. At least to a normal sized person since they seemed about normal size to him. Marshal chuckled at that thought. How could any breasts be normal sized on him when he was really a guy? "Maybe I should shrink down a little" Marshal suggested slightly as he bent forward to avoid banging his head too much against the ceiling. Since he'd turned into a woman, he was just a tiny bit shorter than he had been as a 21. The story could be read for others for free and I might get some feedback. Though he did suggest I convert to Times New Roman font. I thanked him for his suggestions and made the font change. I didn't even mind the implied criticism.I posted the story, it was a little out of place because the site specializes in erotica, but they allowed about anything legal to be posted.It was up for less than eight hours and I started getting emails. Most were complimentary but several with some sincere. . I mean, he can read my thoughts and I can read his. Whenever he lumbers into the room, my legs go to rubber, my cunt starts juicing and puckering, my tits ache at the nipples and my palms begin to itch. And I know I affect him in the same way. It's easier to tell with him because he doesn't wear pants. His gross pink cock shoots out of his furry black pouch and aches upward in a lewd salute.His name is Kong and he's a hundred and ninety pound, coal black, Central African, mountain gorilla. We.