Poster Girl

"What do you think dude? Not bad, right?" Brian lifted the sports bra and sent a pic to his friend, then switched back to video chat.

"There's no way that's actually you man. You're messing with me," said Jake. 

"Nope. All I had to do was put on the nanosuit they sent me, and I can choose to 'work' as many hours a day as I like," Brian explained, "They tell you exactly what kind of photos to take, you just follow the instructions. It's really easy. Although apparently the videos pay better..." 

"Videos?" 

"Yeah, I mean like if you masturbate and do...other stuff. You have to activate the voice modulating plugin for that though." 

"That's so gay man. I can't believe you're doing this."

"Hey, I thought you said you wouldn't judge! You know how times are tough now..honestly this poster girl nanosuit program is probably going to be the only thing helping me pay rent. Besides...it's kind of fun being able to check myself out all the time. Don't tell me you've never even thought about it."

"I..uh..no I haven't," Jake was stammering now, clearly a little nervous. 

"Well how about you come over and check me out instead then?" Suddenly Brian's voice was breathy, feminine. He must have activated the voice plugin.

"What are you doing dude??"

"I..I'm sorry. It's a little weird being in this body. The longer I wear it, the more it feels like it's a part of me. Please come over and keep me company?" It was so confusing, Jake knew he was talking to his friend, but all he heard was the voice of a sexy young woman asking him to come over. He didn't know if he wanted to fuck her or put on the suit himself and try it out. 

"I'm coming over."

Making Me Do Things

I was diagnosed with second puberty about six months ago, and at this point I think my body is done changing. It started off slow, just losing my body hair and muscle mass, my hair growing out much faster while my dick shrunk. Then one day out of nowhere I woke up with breasts and what was clearly female genitalia in place of my cock. For the most part everyone was understanding and supportive, which made things easier..

 
My roommates however, have definitely been treating me differently since I started dressing and acting more feminine. They think I don't realize what they're doing, like when they ask me to grab a beer from the bottom shelf so that they can check out my ass, or why they suddenly started buying lottery cards all the time and keep asking me to scratch them. Can't say I blame them though. With tits like these, I love watching them jiggle myself. What I don't think they've realized yet is that I'm starting to enjoy the attention, which is also why I've been wearing lower cut tops and shorter shorts. Maybe one of them will take the hint soon?  

Can't Remember

I can't remember how long I've been walking down this trail. Everything is like, so fuzzy. A few hours ago I smelled that funny looking flower, and then I started feeling weird. Or maybe that was a few days ago? Whatevs. I had to cut off my shorts because it was getting really hot and for some reason they keep getting tighter and tighter. I think I might be losing muscle too, because I feel really soft all over now. Were my boobies always this big? Wait, did I always have boobies? I think I might have been a man? That's so silly, haha. I must have always had them. Although I'm pretty sure my ass wasn't always this big. It is kinda fun the way it bounces around so much more now. Oooh I think I can see another hiker down the trail. I think he might be pretty cute! Maybe he can help me retrace my steps so that I can show him that flower. Maybe I can let him do other things to me too...

Don't Pretend

"Just admit it. You love this," said my girlfriend Jenny, pressing her now manly body against me and running her hands up and down my supple flesh. 

"I..n-no..ahhh. I had no idea..it would feel this...mmmhh...good," I moaned, the cold glass against my nipples making me gasp in short, erotic bursts. 

"Yes you did. You agreed immediately to this gender swap couples retreat, even when you knew it meant that you'd have to be a woman. I think you've been secretly wanting this for a long time," she said, roughly squeezing my large breasts. I could feel her throbbing member against my ass, so tantalizingly close to the vulnerable pussy I now possessed. 

"Y-yes. I've wanted this for a long time. Ahhhh...are you mad?"

"No. I've wanted it too," and with that he thrust his cock deep inside me. 

I think our relationship has irrevocably changed.

Research Study

I was offered a small sum of money to participate in a vague research study. Something about gender brain chemistry. It didn't offer much, but times were tough and there was an all expenses paid stay at what looked like a stunning beach resort. How bad could it be? I thought. When I got there, things were pretty weird right off the bat. We were first separated by gender, then given our own quarters on opposite sides of the resort. We were able to see each other from afar, but weren't really allowed to interact. Here's where it got strange...they made us guys dress like girls, and vice-versa. The first few weeks were awkward and painful. We were put on a strange diet consisting mostly of a strange milk-like beverage, and were encouraged to grow out our hair and learn how to apply makeup. A few of the guys quit angrily, embarrassed and frustrated. To make things worse, we could see the girls on the other side going through the same thing in reverse, walking around topless while we looked ridiculous in bikinis and wearing women's underwear that barely fit our junk. 

After those initial few weeks, I started noticing changes. I lost a ton of weight, but not so much in my hips and chest. My penis was steadily shrinking, and soon the bathing suits were fitting a lot better than I cared to admit. I did feel good though, healthier than I'd ever been, and my hair grew long and luxurious as my body hair receded. On the other side, I watched the girls gaining muscle mass and losing their curves. By now we all realized what the study was about, but it was too late. We were all addicted to the milky drink, noticing withdrawal symptoms when we refused to take it. 

It's now been months, and I've completely adapted to being a woman. I eagerly look forward to my daily drink, hoping it would continue enhancing my hourglass figure. I was proud of my huge tits, and how well they fit in a tiny bikini. We've been watching the other side with curiosity. It was difficult to admit at first that we were attracted to the former women that had now transformed into manly studs, but after months of no contact with the opposite sex, we were all ready to know what it felt like to be fucked. I took another gulp of the liquid, my thick thighs splayed out on the ground as I fantasized myself bouncing up and down on a thick cock. I'm not sure what this means for the research program, but I don't really care anymore. 

Animation Test 4

Just posting another animation test that I never got around to posting...rendering does a number on my poor laptop :( Let me know if you'd like to see more of this sort of thing! 

Pulling my Own Weight

"We're all stuck at home Jeremy, if you don't pull your own weight around the house, I'm going to make sure you do!" Said my mother, threatening to use her magic on me as punishment. I was a brat, it's true. Never helped out with dishes or cleaning the house - that was girly stuff, I thought. Now every time I missed doing one of my chores, my body would become slightly more feminine. As far as punishments went, I thought it wasn't too bad. Mom was a talented witch and could do a lot worse, like that summer she turned me into a frog for teasing my sister. 

So when I found myself sporting a pair of small A cup tits after a week, my body hair and stubble gone, I defiantly kept avoiding my chores as much as I could. After two weeks my new boobies were an ample handful, and I was starting to discover how good they felt, my sister awkwardly catching me feeling myself up in the hallway one day. I did the bare minimum of house chores until my breasts grew into these heavy and perfectly shaped mammaries; I was certainly pulling my own weight now. I was now fully female, with a thin waist and curvy legs that complimented my ample bust. I did my best to pretend that I didn't like it, but I think once I started wearing women's underwear openly around the house, mom knew that I wouldn't want to go back. I've been a good daughter ever since...I love laundry day because I get to walk around the house with barely anything on, these lovely breasts deserve to hang free every now and then!  

Not a Curse

"W-what are you doing?" I asked my friend Jon, who agreed to join me on this hike. He was taking off his shirt while leering at my chest. 

"Show me your tits," he commanded. 

"No..why are you doing this?" I asked, my hands already involuntarily moving to pull up my top and expose my massive breasts. I let out a tiny gasp as I felt the cool air rush across my nipples. 

A week ago, I was hiking near a sacred old Native site despite warnings from the locals that it was cursed. Something about the wrath of the fertility goddess. At the end of the trail I found a cave with some strange drawings inside, which sent a chill down my spine. I turned back and thought nothing of it. The next morning I woke up to find myself 6 inches shorter, with a darker complexion, and what were unmistakably a small pair of budding breasts. In a panic, I rushed back to the town near the trail and tried to find anyone who could explain what had just happened to me. 

"We warned you," said the elder. "You will become a vessel for the goddess. Your body will mold itself in her shape until all you will desire is breeding." 

I listened to her, horrified, as she explained that the only way to undo the curse was to go back to the cave and beg for forgiveness before the changes advanced to the point of no return. If I had sex with a man, it would all be over. I shuddered. Sex with a man? I would never. I resolved to go back to the trail immediately, but as luck would have it, the road was closed due to a mudslide. I waited impatiently for days, watching in horror as my body grew increasingly female. My friend Jon was there the whole time, watching me change in disbelief. I cried when I woke up one morning to find a pussy in place of my once proud cock, Jon comforted me awkwardly, telling me that he'd join me on the hike today, as the trail finally reopened. But I could tell that something had changed. The way he looked at me. I was no longer his old buddy, I was a curvy, fertile woman with a body made for sex. Something had changed within me as well. I found myself sneaking glances at him throughout the day, a strange dampness growing between my legs when I thought of his strong muscles against my soft flesh. We were nearly at the cave when it all came crashing down like a tidal wave. He couldn't resist anymore, and neither could I. I showed him my heaving breasts, and from there, we took off the rest of our clothes. We were so close to the cave but it was too late, my new body had betrayed me. He took me right there in the woods, my cries of pleasure echoing loudly, thrilled at the thought of being bred. I wasn't so sure anymore if this was a curse. 

Best Party on Campus

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She Has No Idea

"What did I tell you dude? The spellbook works!" I was in my sisters body, on a video call with my best friend Brent. 

"Bullshit. How do I know it's really you?" 

"Would my sister show you her tits while out on a hike?" I pulled down the flimsy top, exposing one full jiggly breast, and then the other. I gave them a quick suggestive grope, and giggled at Brent's jaw dropping. 

"Okay, I believe you. How does it feel...to be a woman?" 

"It's so weird. I always knew my sister was hot, but being in her body is making me constantly horny. I'm pretty sure I've been soaking through her panties just by thinking of the way her boobs jiggle. I had to go out for a hike to keep myself from masturbating. The spell made it so that she doesn't suspect a thing." Talking about how horny I was was making me even more horny, and Brent leering at me wasn't helping things. 

"Where are you now, maybe we can meet up?" He was clearly into me - I mean my sister. 

"By the old canyon trail, where we'd always go on weekends," I said, feeling excitement at the thought of seeing him.

A few hours later I was on my knees, taking my best friends cock deep into my eager pussy, moaning loudly. 

"Oh my god!! Mmmmmhhh...fuck yeah, harder! We...have to do this more often!  

Just a Little Jealous

It was my first summer as a full fledged girl, wearing a bikini, going to the beach and just enjoying my new body with no shame or hesitation. It took me a while to get to this point. Last year when I told my girlfriend Ashley that I was diagnosed with second puberty, she told me right away that she would be there for me through thick and thin. Turns out I ended up more thick than thin, although these magnificent breasts I now sport grew out very gradually. It was weird being shorter than Ashley now, not to mention more curvy. I cried when my dick finally shriveled away into my new folds, and she was there to help me through all of it. She taught me how to put on a bra, do my makeup, and style my hair. We had fun "girls nights" where she'd dress me up however she wanted and we'd pucker our lips and take silly selfies together.

We still make out occasionally, but I think she's having a difficult time admitting that she's not into girls. It's okay. I'm not sure I'm into girls anymore either. I still like looking at them, but my new pussy gets almost instantly wet when I notice a cute guy checking out my tits, are doing a double-take to get another look at my round ass. She only mentioned my enormous assets once, trying to make it sound like a compliment. But I'm pretty sure she's jealous. I get it, all the boys completely ignore her when we're together, there's nothing I can do about that. I wonder though...maybe she'd be up for a threesome?

Coming in Nicely

A dainty hand cupped my left breast. The label on the bottle said to expect visible results in 3-6 months, after rubbing the ointment into the chest twice a day. I started noticing changes after only a few weeks, my nipples doubling in size and becoming more sensitive. After two months, fatty tissue steadily accumulated into two bountiful lumps which looked like they might be a C cup. I never dreamed it would work so well. It was supposed to be an experiment, I was going to be stuck at home for a while anyway, and curiosity got the best of me. Now, every morning and evening when I apply the ointment onto these luscious tits, I end up spending at least an hour playing with my nipples and having intense orgasms.
I've been wondering..my hair is already long, my frame was pretty feminine already. Maybe I should apply some to my face? And I should probably buy a bra already. Although...I'm still growing and my sweaters do feel good rubbing against my nips. I know the bottle said only twice a day, but I think I need more..

Split Personality

It's happening again. Oh god. I can feel it, every tingling sensation in my flesh as it reshapes my body into a form it was never meant to have. It started a while ago, but the changes have been getting more frequent.

I was (still am, but probably not for long) an ambitious research assistant at a top-tier biotech lab. Our lead scientist was working on a formula that would enhance dormant but attractive physical traits in the subject. I was privy to all the research, and in my arrogance, thought I could improve on the formula and create my own version. After some tinkering and many late nights in the lab, I downed the vial, heart beating with excitement at the prospect of it working. If I could prove that my formula was a success, they'd have to promote me. I felt no different for the rest of the day, I noted with some disappointment, but as I tried to fall asleep, waves of pain wracked my entire body. I passed out and
woke up in a daze of confusion, feeling oddly sore in places I couldn't quite point out. Bleary eyed, I noticed on my phone that I had slept through the entire following day and night...and that I was wearing women's underwear, which looked ridiculous on my large frame. It took me a few weeks to figure out what was happening. The formula had triggered some sort of dormant personality within me..one that happened to be female. I'd evidently changed back the first night, but I started blacking out more and more, for longer periods of time. I was getting better at staying conscious during the transformation. I could only piece together that my alter-ego referred to herself as Amber, and that she regarded herself as our "true dominant personality" repressed only by a cruel twist of fate. She had no intention of fading away. I would sometimes wake up days later, noticing how she would change my apartment, or get a new tattoo. She most likely fucked strangers too. The thought gave me a shiver. I most likely fucked strangers. Today I woke up with pierced nipples. I couldn't remember the exact moment Amber did it, but an imprint of a pleasurable memory flashed in my mind, causing me to subconsciously grab at my chest. I was able to hold on longer during the transformations now, sometimes having conversations with Amber. She agreed to try something new this time. We'd let each other attempt to be passengers while the other had control. I didn't want to admit it, but the thought of being in her sexy body excited me.
Mmmhh...my ass was starting to fill out. Was Amber getting sexier with each transformation, or was I remembering more?

I clutched at the sheets as my hips popped outwards, widening into place and completing Amber's perfect hourglass figure. Lastly, I could feel what remained of my manhood being re-absorbed into my uterus. My uterus? I meant Amber's. I could hear a gasp of orgasmic pleasure escape Amber's lips as the changes started winding down. I'd never gotten this far while still feeling everything. I'd never experienced such pleasure. With a sigh, Amber's eyes fluttered open, and I could feel my hand reaching for my new folds, but I wasn't in control.

                                       

"See, was that so bad?" She said with a smile. I was aware of everything she was doing, and could feel everything she felt too. Still awash in orgasmic bliss, I could only muster a weak, "Mmm-hmm."

"Try to enjoy the ride. I doubt you'll want to go back after all the fun I have planned for the next week," she said wickedly.

Amber put on a pair of panties and a crop top, carefully doing her makeup. We were doing our makeup. She took a few selfies for her thousands of loyal followers. I could feel our pussy tingling in anticipation. I think Amber is here to stay.