Transformed by Turkish Tea

People always said coming to Istanbul was a transformative experience, but is it supposed to be this transformative?
Michelle traveled alone to Istanbul on a whim, carried forward by tales of its exoticism, its East-meets-West vibe, its rich history, and if she’s being completely honest: its men. After landing, she immediately heads to the Grand Bazaar for a crash course in Turkish commerce where she comes upon a mysterious man selling tea. She gulps down the first glass and then takes a second with pleasure, only the second tea was different than the first: its taste was sweeter, darker, thicker, and a bit unsettling.

With an upset stomach she passes out in her hotel room and eventually wakes up with a big dangling surprise hanging between her legs! So captivated by investigating her new organ she doesn’t even hear a room service attendant enter into her room who catches her half-naked in the mirror. Shocked at the sight, he scurries off and disappears. Keen on tracking him down, Michelle comes up with a plan to take him out that evening to apologize for the awkwardness, and to perhaps see just how well her new growth performs when things turn steamy in the bedroom.

Warning: this story contains a futa transformation, prostate play, and rough sex between a futa and a man. This story is not for the faint of heart.