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.