Midas' Touch

New Body

Samuel's eyes flew open as he felt a strange sensation in her body. She rushed to the mirror, her heart pounding. She was shocked to see that her once bald head was now covered in long and silky blonde hair. Her facial features had become more delicate and feminine. Glancing down at her body, she noticed that his chest was now fuller and heavier. Her hips had also widened, creating a curvier figure, and her skin had a flawless glow.

As she glanced more down at her lower body, a wave of fear rushed through her. Her penis was still present but had noticeably shrunk, but her testicles were no longer there; in their place, a vagina had formed.

"What have I become?... And How?"

In a bewildered frenzy, Samuel reached out, touching herself tentatively. Her once familiar form now felt alien to her, a tantalizing landscape yet to be explored. She traced the line of her newly developed breasts, gasping at the sensitivity that shot through her. She was not merely looking at the woman in the mirror; she had become her.

Gently, she touched the skin where her penis lay nestled, smaller now but undeniably present. A flutter of movement ran up her back as Samuel ran her fingers over it, triggering a shudder of unexpected pleasure. Her hand stilled for a moment before resuming, her fingertips applying a soft pressure to her stiffening shaft. The sensation was different, more intense than it had ever been before. It was as if it were amplified by this oddly feminine body.

But what about her new lower anatomy? Samuel let go of herself and hesitantly moved a shaky hand between her legs, flinching slightly as she met with unfamiliar wetness. Reflexively, she dipped a finger in further, testing the waters of this new experience gingerly.

Her breath hitched as she felt an unprecedented wave of arousal wash over her. The sensation was wholly different - velvet soft and abundantly wet - but equally intoxicating. It was an all-consuming feeling that pulsed in rhythm with the beating of her heart.

A flush spread across Samuel's pale skin as she continued to explore herself in the mirrored reflection. Her icy blue eyes sparkled with curiosity and an undercurrent of desire. The heat radiating from her body seemed to fill the room.

Emboldened by the overwhelming sensations, she began to experiment further. She split her attention between her throbbing shaft and slick folds, her fingers dancing over the sensitive skin with increasing urgency. The dual stimulation was a heady mix of pleasure that raced through her like a bolt of electricity, causing a soft moan to spill from her lips.

Her body convulsed in rhythm with her self-pleasure, each new exploration bringing forth another wave of intoxicating euphoria. It was as if she were caught in a frenzied dance of desire, both terrifying and thrilling.

And then it happened - the sharp edge of climax that had been steadily building shattered into a duet of eruptions. Samuel cried out in ecstasy as her body shuddered, her penis twitching violently before releasing in a hot rush onto her trembling hand. At the same time, she felt an intense clenching within her new genitals, followed by a gush of warmth. Waves of pleasure rolled over her one after the other, washing away everything but pure bliss.

Panting heavily and shaking from the aftershocks, Samuel collapsed onto the floor by the mirror. Every muscle felt as if it had been strained to its limit and yet, despite the fatigue, there was an underlying need for more. It was addictive, this newfound pleasure.

Now more curious than ever before, Samuel gathered herself after a few minutes of resting on the cold floor. Her heart pounded in anticipation as she reached back down to touch herself again, already longing for the extraordinary sensation she had just experienced.

Her head tilted back, a soft sigh escaping from her lips as she resumed the dance. The room echoed with the slick sounds of self-indulgence as she slid her fingers deeper into herself, her other hand returning to stroke her now-softened shaft.

And then, out of nowhere, came his image. Samuel's breath hitched at the intrusion, a frisson of fear spreading through her veins as she recalled his tall, commanding figure and eyes that held an intense secret. She saw him again in her mind's eye, that same predatory gaze fixed on her. There was a hunger in his eyes that made him even more alluring and fearsome simultaneously. And strangely, Samuel found herself craving for that overwhelming dominance. She imagined him there with her - pinning her down with his robust physique, his touch rough yet intoxicating; making her succumb to his will as he took what he pleased from her without mercy or hesitation.

The thought sent an unexpected surge of arousal coursing through Samuel's body. She bit her lip hard, suppressing a moan as she pushed her fingers deeper into herself, mimicking what she imagined that man would do to her. A shudder ran down her spine as she lost herself in the fantasy, stroking herself faster and harder.

In her mind, she could feel his hands on her. The roughness of his fingers and the heat of his body pressed against hers. She imagined him whispering in her ear, his voice husky and tinged with desire.

Samuel gasped as another orgasm washed over her, the pleasure so intense it left her momentarily blind. Her fingers dug into her thighs as she rode out the waves, splinters of ecstasy radiating from her core to every corner of her body. The man's image became more vivid each time she climaxed, and a strange sense of satisfaction filled her chest.

But despite the exhaustion setting in, she couldn't stop. Her hands moved almost on their own accord, driven by a hunger that was far from being satiated. The room blurred around her as she succumbed to the insatiable pleasure once more.

Yet again, Samuel reached the precipice. Her breath hitched in her throat, and a low moan escaped her lips as she came one last time. Her body went limp with release, collapsing onto the cold floor with a satisfied sigh.

The pleasurable haze slowly lifted, replaced by bone-deep exhaustion that sapped all strength from her limbs. Samuel laid there motionless for a while, spent and panting heavily. She slowly closed her eyes and let the darkness consume her.