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. 

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. 

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. 

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.

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!