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.