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.

Allergic Reaction

In my late teens, I developed a strange allergic reaction. Any time I'd have a taste of milk, my body would suddenly and violently undergo a complete gender transformation. The doctors were perplexed, no one really knew how or why my cells reacted in such a drastic way to lactose. They explained that the effects should wear off in about 24 hours or so. As I sat there in the doctors office after my first transformation, with him awkwardly prodding my new fleshy tits, I just hoped it wouldn't affect my life too much.

A few years later when I was in college, one of my roommates found out about my predicament when I accidentally ate a dairy cookie and sprouted long hair and a girly figure before his eyes.

"Please don't tell anyone," I yelped, raising my hand in a futile attempt to cover my growing breasts. He was too shocked to say anything but nod. I explained that it was an allergic reaction and that it would wear off. Since then, he's kept his word and hasn't told anyone, BUT as we became closer as friends, he would sometimes prank me by putting milk in my drinks.

"Don't hate me dude, I just think it's way more fun to have a hot girl around the dorms every now and then," he laughed.

A hot girl. When I heard him say that, it triggered something in me. I'd always tried to avoid exploring my body out of embarrassment, but I had to admit, my female body felt pretty good. When I reached for my drink in the fridge this time, late at night in just my sweatpants, I was already expecting it to be spiked with milk. I downed it all anyway. My body convulsed with pleasure as my breasts burst forth, hips widening and stretching my sweatpants. Long hair tickled my back, and I suppressed a very girly moan. He was right, it was nice to have a hot girl around...maybe I should knock on his door and see if he agrees.

Miss Going to the Office

I know it might sound strange, missing office work. If you'd asked me a year ago, I would have never guessed that I'd be a busty blonde secretary who enjoys some of the "additional duties" I had to perform at the job. When I first started here, I was a fresh grad looking to get my foot in the door. I figured an assistant position was the best way to learn from the CEO of billion dollar company. Little did I know that said CEO was a warlock, and I certainly didn't bother reading all the fine print. The first day on the job, I walked into his office and asked if he needed anything.

"Yes. I need you to start looking more like my secretary, and less like a silly boy," he said.

I froze, not comprehending yet what he had just started. I simply nodded demurely. Each day, he'd give me some other command, changing me slowly.

I noticed a week in that I was wearing panties and that there were two puffy lumps under my nipples. Maybe I should start wearing a bra? I had no idea what was happening, I just knew I had to do my job well. This continued for weeks, some days I'd get a pat on my rear (which was also expanding daily) for a job well done, which would elicit a squeak from my now feminine lips. By the time he told me to get on my knees and suck his cock I was all too eager and ready.

After a few months I looked like the perfect secretary, a low cut dress accentuating my wide hips and black bra peeking through the undone buttons on my blouse. They held a very heavy pair of breasts in place. I loved the way they still bounced with every step. Now though, we've all been sent home. I'm stuck in a very horny body with no relief. I miss the lunch breaks where master would knead my titties in his strong hands, how they would sway underneath me as I eagerly slurped on his tool. I miss riding him after a long, hard day of work. I miss doing my job. 

Protein Shakes

Kevin knew it was coming, but when his boss informed him that he was no longer employed, he fell into a deep depression. To make matters worse, after a solid month of moping around at home, his girlfriend left him. What was the point of doing anything anymore? He walked to the fridge for the hundredth time and noticed that his ex left a bottle of one of her special protein shakes. Not wanting it to go to waste, Kevin chugged it all down. It was a delicious fruity blend of strawberry and peach. Delicious. He also noticed a peculiar tingling in his nipples and butt...as well as an erection that came out of nowhere. Shrugging, he downed whatever was left in the bottle. He looked up the label online and ordered a months supply of the stuff.

A few weeks later, Kevin was definitely noticing some changes in his body. His hair was growing at a remarkable pace, and the more he drank, the more his body slimmed down while plumping up in other places. It was obvious what was happening - Kevin now had a tiny waist followed by a round heart shaped ass, which filled out his ex's shorts quite nicely. His chest had now inflated into small B cup titties, which jiggled enough for him to start wearing some support. He still got incredibly horny whenever drinking the shake, but he noticed his penis shrink a little bit more every time, and now it was little more than a throbbing little nub of pleasure. He couldn't stop now, it felt too good. Kevin wasn't depressed anymore. He had a renewed purpose in life: keep drinking the shake until he was 100% woman, and hotter than his ex. Who knows, that might actually be a new way to make some money too...

Not Canceled

When I heard that Oktoberfest was canceled this year, I was devastated. It had been a yearly tradition for me to go and drink with my buddies since college. Not to mention all the attractive new female friends we'd sometimes make.
I did some digging online and found out about a secret "underground" version of the festival that was still being organized. It seemed a bit shady, but I'd hate to actually miss it if it was real. They had a "basic" version of the ticket and a "VIP" version, something about the VIP ticket having "better access" to entertainment. I shrugged and bought the basic version, as long as there was drinking involved, I'd be entertained.
When I finally got there, they scanned my ticket and pointed me to a separate bar, where a full pitcher of beer was waiting for me. Needless to say, I emptied it quickly. Maybe too quickly, because I passed out and woke up looking like this. I still felt a little drunk, because the new bosom I now sported didn't seem to bother me much. It actually felt pretty good, the way the outfit constrained my new mammaries. That's when I noticed my friends walking in. They had VIP tickets. I called out to them.

"Hey guys! So glad you made it!" I chirped.

"Uh..do we know you?"

"It's me, Mark. Check it out, this is what a basic ticket gets you," I flashed my tits and jiggled them around. I found their look of confusion amusing for some reason. I needed another beer. "Come on, I bet I can still out-drink all of you," I said.

My new body could very clearly NOT out-drink anyone. I woke up the next morning naked in one of my buddies beds, sticky and reeking of sex. We now have a new annual Oktoberfest tradition.

Tough Times

It was a difficult time: mass unemployment, fear, confusion. I went through all the phases, grief, denial, despair, and finally apathy. The bills were not going to pay themselves though, and so I finally felt the urge to start being productive again. While browsing through some porn I noticed a weird ad for a guaranteed work from home package - it didn't say what kind of work or how much it cost, it only asked to sign up for an account and for an address to ship over the starter package. No credit card required? What do I have to lose, I thought.

The package arrived two days later. Inside was what looked like some sort of female bodysuit. The only instructions were 'Put on the suit and log into your account. Earn $$$!'

Was this some kind of a joke? I figured what the hell, I lived alone and had nothing better to do, so I put it on, squeezing and fidgeting until the face portion was over my head. I felt an alarming zap of electricity and almost fell over in shock. It felt...real. The suit had somehow bonded  to my body, I ran to the mirror, stunned by my reflection. I was a gorgeous Asian maid. There was no way my frame had been this small before, and when I ran my fingers over my skin, I could feel every sensation. I was getting turned on, but to my horror I couldn't feel my dick. Instead, a warm sensation in my panties alerted me to the fact that I had what appeared to be a functioning vagina. This was too weird, but I figured I might as well log into the site. It turned out to be pretty simple. They just needed camgirls, and provided instructions for me to turn on my webcam and look sexy. It seemed easy enough, so I did my best. The next day I noticed my bank account already had a payment transferred over. This was great!

It's been months now and I haven't taken off the suit. I'm looking into upgrading to their higher tiers, mostly because I'm eager to see what else this body can do...

Haven't Changed Much

"What are you talking about dude, I haven't changed much at all! Here, check out these muscles," I said to my friend Josh, video chatting with him for the first time since I got the TG virus.

"Right, I'm just going to pretend that you don't have the most amazing rack I've ever seen," he awkwardly quipped.

I was obviously joking. No matter how hard I flexed my arms there was no way they could distract from my two other obvious assets. At first I was shocked at how quickly they grew, but after a few days I finally gave in and tried on a bra, which I think might be growing out of. I decided to mess with Josh and give him a bit of a show.

"Oh you mean this fine pair of tits?" I jiggled the cups of my bra suggestively, enjoying the way my feminine flesh softly bounced to and fro. His eyes bulged, and suddenly I felt myself getting wet at the thought of him lusting after me.

"Why don't you come over? We can just hang out like old times," I said.

"Are you sure?"

I gave my tits another jiggle and gave him a smile.

"Be right there-" and he logged off.

It wasn't long before we both had our clothes off, me eagerly presenting my virgin pussy for him to penetrate. I leaned forward on the coffee table, relishing the feeling of my sizable jugs swaying underneath me as Josh grabbed my hips and started thrusting. I conveniently forgot to mention that I was still infectious. No matter, Josh would come to thank me soon enough.

Tainted Water

"You see that water cooler over there? Never drink from it," said Mark, the guy showing me around the office. It was my first day on the job at Delphine Labs. I'd been working hard for years to get them to respond to all the research papers I sent them, hoping they'd assign me to their top secret R&D division. Right now though, I was distracted by the busty petite hottie bending over in a pair of tight jeans to get a drink of water.

"Hey, new guy! You paying attention?" Mark snapped his fingers at me. "Don't get distracted. That curvy bombshell you're eyeing is Bianca, formerly Boris," he saw me raise an eyebrow. "Yes, she used to be a dude. Actually a very promising new recruit, not unlike yourself. They like to play games with us here, so that water cooler is dosed with an extremely powerful feminizing compound. At one point a lab tech thought it would be funny to see how many people would drink it, and it sort of just became tradition. A few cups won't do much, but Bianca here has been taking regular water breaks for two years. Now she's the office slut."

I gulped. I couldn't help but wonder if they'd still take me seriously if I ended up being just a modest C cup...

Best Friends

Lenny was my best friend. When we both found out that we contracted the TG flu at the same time, we had each other to lean on for support. It was almost fun, sending each other progress pics of our rapidly changing bodies while trying to pretend that we were both still best bros. I sent him a photo of my chest, now adorned with a very clearly developed pair of boobs. 

"Wow dude, I think yours are growing faster than mine. Have you tried on bras yet?"

"Yeah, my sister gave me one of her old sports bras. It feels so constricting. Better than having them flop around though, I guess."

A few days later he came over, looking even more petite than last time I saw him. He was pretty cute. Lenny walked over with a cryptic smile on his face.

"Do you still have your dick?" His smile grew wider.

"Um yeah, but barely. Why?"

"I don't," he laughed, walking over and plopping himself on my lap, grinding on top of what was left of my cock. It couldn't get hard anymore, but it still felt good. "Call me Lilly now," he said, as I enthusiastically ran my hands over his new curves. 

"So..how does it feel?" 

"Better than I ever imagined. I spent all night yesterday just fingering myself, I can't remember how many times I came. When you get yours, I'll show you," he said with a wink.

It wasn't long before my dick dissolved into my new folds. I called Lilly over, and she wasted no time ushering my new clit into womanhood. I knew that the TG flu put our hormones in overdrive, but I was so lost in the pleasure of Lilly's tongue lapping away at my pussy that I didn't care. 

This was so much better than being a man. It was a big change, but I had my best friend supporting me. A few days later our bodies both finished changing. My breasts grew into deliciously perky handfuls and my pussy was practically always wet. Lilly shot me a text, telling me to come over quick. At her place, I walked into her bedroom to find her moaning and bouncing over some strangers cock. She saw me walk in and got off the bed, grabbing me by the arm. 

"So if you thought eating each other out felt good, you have to try this", she said, removing my clothes. I spread my legs eagerly. Best friends look out for each other. 

Sexy Golf Caddy

When I was told that joining the exclusive Green Hills golf caddie program would entail certain "sacrifices", I had no idea that my manhood would be one of them. On my first day, I was shown to my private locker and given a list of my training duties. Constant Stimulation, Moral Encouragement, and Pleasurable Attention, were some of the strange tasks that I apparently had to learn. I was about to ask the pretty girl showing me around what all of it meant, when she suddenly pricked my arm with a syringe and smiled sweetly as I passed out.

I woke up in a body that was completely foreign to me, a slight girly frame topped with a pair of ample breasts and a smooth shaven pussy. My list of tasks made a lot more sense now.

It's been a few months now. I love the program. I'm learning so much, like how to give the perfect blowjobs, and that it's better to not wear any underwear at all when you're on the green. Dan here is my favorite player, he likes to play with my pussy and get me all wet before I go down on his hard cock. I wonder what happens when I finish the program? I hope they make my boobs even bigger!

I'm Busy

"Not now babe, can't you see I'm busy? This presentation tomorrow is really important," I frowned, shifting uncomfortably in bed with a boring investment banking book. My wife, now husband, was cheekily trying to distract me by suggestively walking around in nothing but a pair of boxers and a very obvious erection. When the great shift hit, we were one of the lucky couples who got shifted into each other.

"Oh come on, you're obviously going to nail it. Just wear that low cut top that I picked out for you. Everyone is going to be too busy looking at your cleavage to listen to you talk numbers," she said dismissively.

I had to admit, she had a point. It was still weird having my former colleges ogle me at the office, but I couldn't blame them. My wife always had a perfect body, not to mention a healthy libido. I could already feel my pussy moistening the longer I I stared at my  wife's hard-on. I licked my lips and put the book down.

"Okay, but lets make it quick..a blowjob and then you let me get back to work," I said, knowing that we were probably going to fuck well into the night. What can I say? When your body is practically made for sex, presentations don't really matter.

Get it Over With

"Okay, lets just get this over with," said Jake to his friend Trent, who was sitting there naked with an erect cock. Almost two weeks ago, when Trent suggested that he use his powers to transform Jake into a woman, it seemed like a good idea.

"Come on man, we're stuck inside this house for who knows how long. It might be fun!" Trent was very convincing. "Think of how you'll be able to feel up a pair of tits whenever you want. It's gotta be worth it for that alone. I'll change you back whenever you want."

"If it's so much fun why don't you do it to yourself?" Jake crossed his arms, trying to hide the fact that he was actually open to the idea.

"It's harder to cast spells on yourself, you know that."

"Fine. But you turn me back as soon as I ask you to."

"Of course," Trent replied with a grin. He cast the spell, and Jake instantly transformed into a buxom, and very naked girl.

Jake threw one arm over his bouncing chest and the other shot down to cover his new sex.
"What the hell man, you couldn't give me clothes?" he squeaked in his new voice.

"Don't be such a girl, I'll conjure up some outfits for you soon," Trent laughed. "Oh, and I forgot to mention. The transformation can only be reversed after you have sex."

"What?? You fucking asshole -" Jake wanted to punch him, but he was still very naked, so he just angrily sashayed over to his room and slammed the door. Over the next week and a half he refused to talk to anyone, but Trent thought he could hear a few muffled moans through the wall every now and then. One day he walked up to Trent, hands on hips, looking very comfortable in his feminine form.

"Okay, I admit it's been fun. But it's time for you to change me back. I think I'm about to get my period, and I can only lug around these tits for so long," said Jake.

As they both took their clothes off, Jake couldn't look his friend in the eye, so he just decided to ride him reverse cowgirl style. Without much fanfare, Jake took his friends cock, and shoved it straight into his slit, which was already wet. He wordlessly started thrusting his hips, and within a few minutes could hardly suppress the lewd noises he was making. His pace quickened, now loudly moaning in pleasure as he squeezed his friend's manhood between his pussy lips. Jake came with an earth-shattering cry. Between gasps, he managed to whisper, "We don't have to do the reversal right away.."

That was two weeks ago. Jackie now loves it when Trent gives her a good rough fuck every day, it feels so much better when she can just lay back and watch her breasts rhythmically sway with every thrust. They were still stuck inside, but she had to admit, this was a much better way to pass the time.

The Pink Wig

 My ex girlfriend Jessica is a witch. Not the mean vindictive kind who would cast weird spells on you for no reason, she was actually pretty cool. We ended things amicably - there was just something missing in the relationship and we were both always busy and didn't really have much time to see each other. I was doing some spring cleaning and found her pink wig tossed in the back of my closet. She must have accidentally left it behind. This wasn't an ordinary wig, it was an enchanted item that she'd sometimes use to spice up our lovemaking sessions. It had the effect of enhancing her curves and giving her more intense orgasms, or at least that's what it looked like it did. I picked it up and stared at it, wondering if it did anything for men. Curiosity won out, and I decided to try it on. Almost immediately I felt an intense wave of pleasure washing over my body, and a peculiar tingling in my scalp that felt like the wig was fusing into my real hair. I arched my back as the pressure of my re-arranging bones pushed my chest forward, while lumps of fat slowly started to build up underneath a pair of very swollen nipples. With an orgasmic push, I felt the rest of my body reshape itself into a curvy vision of femininity. Well I guess that answered the question of if it worked on men, I thought, gasping for air as my heavy breasts settled into their final form. My new body felt confusing, but also incredibly arousing. I decided to face time Jessica and ask her what to do. 

"So...remember that pink wig that you used to use sometimes? I tried it on and this happened.." I lifted my shirt to show her the extent of the changes. 

"Wow. You...look beautiful," she replied, a hint of arousal in her voice. "Stay right there. I'm coming over."

I heard a knock on my door not ten minutes later, she must have used magic. 

"I think you actually look way better as girl," she smirked. 

From there, one thing led to another and we ended up in every possible sex position for the rest of the day. I think we might be back together now? Also, I don't think I ever want to take this wig off. 

Girly Exercises

When I finally decided to get in shape this year, I had no idea I would love it so much. I was offered a free trial membership to a trendy new place downtown, where they assigned me a personal trainer, who asked me a few questions about my fitness goals.

"I just want to feel healthy and look good naked," I shrugged, looking around sheepishly. My baggy shirt was hiding ample belly flab and weak arms. The trainer explained that they used a very advanced system here, and for best results I should install their app which would help customize my workouts and adapt to my training style.

"Just be careful what machines you decide to use, it might give the algorithm the wrong idea," the trainer said seriously.

At first, I tried going for the free weights...but it was just so much work. A few days in, I was spending most of my time on some of the "girly" machines, these thigh exercises were easy when I could just scroll through my phone at the same time. The app would somehow know what exercises I was doing, and at the end of the session I had a customized post-workout shake waiting for me. Mine were always pink for some reason, but whatever, they tasted great.

It's only been a month, but I've been getting in such great shape. This place is like, so amazing, they even leave me free outfits in my locker every week. I definitely need them, my glutes are so much bigger and stronger now. I mean yeah, so like my cock is now gone, but I'm at the highest setting on some of the machines, and my legs are so strong that I could squeeze a mans head between my smooth thighs. Mmmmhhh...a mans head between my thighs. I could definitely go for that right now. I need to work on some chest exercises though, my titties still aren't big enough. Maybe my trainer could help...

Supportive Girlfriend

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Can't Get Out of Bed

I was lucky, when the government ordered a mandatory quarantine for everyone, I was prepared. I had enough food to last me weeks, but more importantly - I had a bottle full of X-change pills. I could also work from home, so I decided that if I had to stay inside, it would be in a body that I enjoyed. I've used the pills before, usually just trying out a female body for a fun weekend, or at parties. I knew I enjoyed being a woman, but I'd never really had the time to try it for more than a couple days. Popping my first pill, I thought, "here goes nothing", and closed my eyes as I let the pleasant buzz of changes wash over my body. A sinking feeling in my groin told me that my testicles were retreating into my tummy; while I kept my hands over my chest, savoring the slow swell of fatty tissue that would soon become my breasts. An hour and a few orgasms later, I decided to at least put on a pair of sweatpants and get some work done. 

16 Days Later

This quarantine has been difficult for everyone. It's only been two weeks, but it feels like months. I pop a pill every 24 hours, caress my lovely female body, and try very hard to get some work done. But it's been more challenging every day. A few days ago, the package I ordered finally arrived...some toys to keep my pussy occupied. That definitely didn't make me any more productive. The past few mornings I could barely even bring myself to get out of bed. I'll wake up and immediately start feeling up my body, my deliciously smooth skin inviting me to squeeze and grope every inch of it. Just playing with my tits is sometimes enough to make me cum. I'm getting a little worried though..I have enough pills to last me till the end of the month, but what if I have to stay inside longer than that? Maybe I should just overdose on what I have and get stuck as a woman permanently. I mean there's no knowing how long this could go on, and I'd rather have these soft tits to help me get through it...  

Bimbo Virus Panic

It was utter chaos, everyone on the plane had gone mad. I jiggled my way across the aisles, looking for a fresh victim to fuck. Some passengers were screaming, trying to escape the infected, others were giving in; either spreading their legs or whipping out their cocks, knowing that it would be the last time they would do so. I could feel my juices dripping down my thighs, the bimbo virus produced an unnatural heat between my legs, an aching to be filled.

Let me back up a bit. How did this happen? I was on a trip to Italy, part of the world tour that I was taking during my gap year. I started hearing rumors about a mysterious new virus, one that turned people into ravenous sexual nymphos. Some people were even saying that they'd seen entire towns transformed into sex-starved populations of gorgeous women. Others said that it was all fake news, there was no way a sexually transmitted disease could spread that quickly. I mostly ignored it, having enjoyed my trip so far. I was finally on my flight back home, when I noticed my flight attendant giving me extra attention. She was really cute, and I caught her licking her lips and running her fingers across her chest sexily when she looked at me. She handed me a water and asked if there was anything else I needed.
"Are you sure?" She laid her hand on my shoulder and leaned over suggestively. I could see her nipples poking through her blouse. Holy shit. A tent formed in my pants. She noticed, and without another word, freed my throbbing member and started sucking eagerly. I was so shocked and turned on that I almost came instantly. Luckily, my miles scored me a  secluded first class seat. I tried to keep quiet as she expertly stroked my shaft, finally swallowing every last drop of my seed. It was the last time I'd ever get a blowjob. She smiled at me and excused herself. What the fuck just happened?

I was basking in the afterglow of that amazing orgasm, and figured now was as good a time as any to take a nap. When I woke up, everything was a little strange. I felt...smaller. My insides felt like they were on fire, and my ass was sort of numb and throbbing. I rushed to the bathroom, disoriented and confused. My jeans almost fell right off my hips. I turned around and examined my rear. That...was most definitely a girls ass. My dick was still there, but it looked almost pre-pubescent. 

Shit. The flight attendant. She must have had the virus! She might not even have known, but I should have known better. What was going to happen to me now? Okay calm down, I thought. It can't be as bad as some people have been saying. It's probably best to just relax and wait it out, seek medical attention when I land if it gets worse. I tried not to draw attention to myself and shuffled back to my seat nervously. This was a trans-atlantic flight, who knows how much worse this can get in a few hours. I sat down and put my headphones in, trying to ignore the strange aches and tremors from my body. After a while, I started having increasingly sexual thoughts. Would it really be so bad to be a woman? A sexy woman, with breasts big enough for titty-fucks and an ass that jiggled with every step? Mmmmhh...that sounds pretty nice actually. No! I caught myself. Was this a part of the virus?What's happening to me? My chest was sore, my nipples were starting to rub uncomfortably against my shirt. I rushed to the bathroom again and lifted my shirt.

Yup..those were definitely starting to look like breasts. Delicious little titties...I can't wait for them to fill up my hands. I took a photo. Stop it! My thoughts were now just streaming out of my brain involuntarily. The virus was definitely affecting my head. It took all of my willpower to go back to my seat as if nothing had happened. I felt tired again so I closed my eyes, and let my mind wander. Another hour or two passed. When I opened my eyes again, there was no doubt about it: the virus had completely changed me. I eagerly pulled down my shirt and groped my new pair of jugs. 

Long auburn hair tickled my skin, and reaching into my underwear confirmed that all that was left between my legs was a rapidly moistening slit. I still had some of my faculties left, so I resisted the urge to to continue rubbing my new clit, and decided that I should do the responsible thing instead and notify the staff of my situation.

I sashayed over to the front of the plane, aware of my new center of gravity and how the void between my legs felt like a furnace. It was mind-numbingly difficult to stand up straight without rubbing my thighs together. My eyes threatened to roll back with every step. 

"Can I...mmm..speak to...ahh..the captain? It's an emergency..please," my sweet and squeaky voice surprised me, but it also sounded like it was dripping with sex. I was so horny it hurt. Maybe the captain can help. He can make my throbbing pussy feel better. I was almost audibly moaning at this point. I wondered why the flight attendant wasn't like this, but then I remembered that the virus affected everyone differently. Apparently it made me a horny slut. 

"Please, I need him!" I begged. 

"What seems to be the problem miss? I'm the co-pilot, but I can address any concerns you might have," the man who was the co-pilot was going to do just fine. I didn't wait long before I tore my clothes off and wrapped myself around him, I was so wet that I simply turned around and impaled myself on his cock. 

So that's how we got here. After I finished with the co-pilot, I still needed more, so I infected a few other passengers that I dragged into the stall with me from first class. From there it wasn't too long before the plane was a chaotic mess of panic and fucking. Apparently I'm what they call a super-spreader. The virus is serious, but it feels so good that I hope I never get better.