All Superheroes Need PR (Supers in the City, #1)

by Elizabeth Stephens

My cock, which once had brown skin covering a veiny shaft, is now the girth of a goddamn Coke bottle, as long as her forearm and dark red. Veins zigzag down my erection, leading to a purple head that flares at the base before sharpening to a curved tip. And if all that weren’t terrifying enough, in the past three weeks since my reversion has settled, I’ve developed strange bumps all along the underside of my dick, smooth to the touch . . . and hard until I come and they . . . elongate.