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...

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.

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.

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...

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. 

Mirror of Desire

Contaminated Shower

"Hey Shane, can you come in here for a sec?" I called from the bathroom.

"Yeah, what's u--who are you??" My roommate walked in, stunned at the sight of the busty blonde in front of him, my nipples poking through a thin white tee.

"It's me silly, your roommate John," I replied sweetly, thrusting my chest outward, relishing his stares. "I just wanted to tell you that you shouldn't use the shower, that chemical contamination they were talking about on the news is real. It made me grow these wonderful boobies," I continued, cupping them proudly in my now dainty hands. He just kept leering at me, slack-jawed.

"Is there a way to change you back??" He asked.

"Who says I want to? The water did more than just give me these bouncy titties...how about I show you?"