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.

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!  

Best Party on Campus

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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...

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...

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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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. 

Enjoy Your Stay

I was just looking to spend some time away, so I decided to treat myself to a quiet weekend at a BnB upstate. This place wasn't anywhere online, but a female co-worker highly recommended it and gave me a phone number.
"They do everything they can in order to guarantee a pleasurable stay," she told me with a peculiar grin.  I called and booked a room, hoping it really was worth the slightly inflated price I was quoted. When I arrived at an isolated and picturesque lodge, I was greeted by a rather good looking middle aged man.
"Please, come in and make yourself at home," he gestured kindly. After showing me to my room and giving me a brief tour, he explained sadly that his wife had passed recently, and it was only him managing the place now. He told me that he hoped he was doing a good job. He had a strange glint in his eye.
A little weird, I thought, but I was happy to just be on vacation. I quickly unpacked my things and headed to the shower. I disrobed and stepped inside when I noticed something stuck to the glass of the shower wall. Was that...? It couldn't be. It was. There was a large flesh colored dildo suctioned on to the glass, proudly jutting forward. I was shocked, but didn't quite know what to do. Was this some kind of prank? Did a promiscuous guest accidentally leave it here? I didn't really want to touch it, so I decided to shower around it and figure out what to do later. As I felt the the warm stream of water trickling down my skin, I tried to ignore the fact that there was a large sex toy right behind me. For some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about it...and then my ass accidentally brushed up against the fleshy plastic. It felt disturbingly real. And then something strange happened. I had an overwhelming urge to feel it inside me. I'd never before had anything up my backdoor, certainly not a full length dildo, but I felt inexplicably drawn to it...I soaped myself up and slowly lowered myself onto the girthy phallus. Before I could understand what was happening, I was suddenly frantically pumping away at it, feeling immense pleasure at being filled, while the warm water tickled my skin. My flesh started feeling softer, and I was vaguely aware of feminine curves filling out on my body. I could also feel long hair tickling my back, while my ass now felt much thicker as it jiggled on the dildo. I was so awash in pleasure that I didn't care, and then the dildo suddenly slipped out. I realized that I was now shorter, and the void between my legs confirmed that I was no longer a man. I stepped up on my tiptoes and eagerly let the dildo fill my new hole. I felt an orgasm crashing over my entire being, and finally stood up, assessing my changed form. My slender hands slid all over a petite and curvy body, my new clit still buzzing as I soaped up my tits. It felt amazing.

Just then I noticed my host walk in after a soft knock on the door. I must have been loud.
"Wow. You turned out fantastic," he looked at me proudly.
"What is this? How did this happen to me?" I moaned.
"My late wife, bless her soul, was a witch. She left me a wonderful gift, that enchanted dildo over there reduces sexual inhibitions. She didn't want me to ever get lonely. I had no idea it worked on men as well," he grinned at me. "But I'm not complaining," he undressed and joined me in the shower, his eight inch cock already hard. I couldn't take my eyes off it. I knew what I wanted to do, and got on my knees. This was already the most pleasurable vacation stay ever. 

Jealous Sister

"Stop stealing my thongs you little shit!!" My sister screeched at me.

Ever since second puberty hit me like a freight train a few months ago, I was slowly giving into my new female body. And it was a very female body. I never really did have much of a fashion sense, but I quickly found out that my older sister's underwear felt a lot better on my huge bubble butt than a pair of boxers. I loved the way they would ride up and caress my asshole, comfortably nestled between the cheeks of a very generous booty. Now that my vagina was finally fully formed, it felt even better when the fabric molded tightly onto my snatch.

"You're just jealous because they look so much better on me," I stuck my tongue out at her and wiggled my ass, just to rub it in.

Besides, the boys love the way I look when I wear thongs, I thought to myself. I was getting wet now. Time to text the guys and have them help me out of this underwear.

His Sexy Redhead

"Turn around babe, lemme see that heavenly ass," he said, sitting on the foot of the bed and devouring me with his eyes. I was wearing the new lingerie he bought me, which was a new step for us both; I wondered if it meant anything. Probably not. He just likes this body. I can't blame him, I like it too. I sashayed around the room, feeling the silky fabric of my stockings brushing up against the heft of my generous ass. I twirled around for him, my fingers gently teasing my curves.

When Hakeem first moved in next door, we would sometimes chat in the hallway, slowly getting to know each other after a few months. He seemed like a pretty cool, if slightly imposing guy. One day he invited me over, and after a few beers, he drunkenly confessed that after a recent trip overseas, he'd learned how to do magic from a mysterious shaman. I laughed and asked him if he could show me an example. He waved his hands, closed his eyes, and chanted something in a strange language.
Moments later, my clothing violently ripped as tits burst through my shirt and my ass ballooned far past the confines of my pants. Long ginger hair covered my eyes. I was stunned, cupping my large breasts in my hands and wondering if I drank too much. That's when I noticed the growing tent in his pants. He was staring at me with lust, almost as if he was surprised at how sexy I turned out. Wordlessly, he unzipped his pants, revealing a rock hard monster cock. He slowly took my hand, gently laying it around his stiff tool. I don't know why, but I didn't stop him. I ended up giving him a handjob, and when he came all over my tits, I felt something stir within me. After that, we snapped out of our momentary horniness, he changed me back, and I dashed over to my apartment across the hall, embarrassed.

I avoided him for days after that, quickly squeaking a quick "hello", as we passed each other in the lobby. I couldn't keep it up for long though, my brain was wracked with thoughts of luscious tits and womanly curves, of a gaping emptiness between my thighs. Finally, my arousal won me over, and red-faced, I knocked on his door one evening.

"I-I want to do it again," I said.

"Do what again?"

"You know what. Please. Don't make this weird," I pleaded.

He gave me a quick grin and nodded, motioning for me to come inside. He chanted those words again and I fell to the floor, my knees buckling over the weight of the changes, not to mention the weight of these lovely breasts that quickly erupted from my chest. He took off his clothes. From this angle it was only natural that I give him a blowjob.

Ever since, we've been doing this at least twice a week. Last night he bought me this lingerie and asked me to stay the night. I don't know if it means anything. All I know is that I want to stay like this for him, his thick sexy redhead.