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.

Animation Test 4

Just posting another animation test that I never got around to posting...rendering does a number on my poor laptop :( Let me know if you'd like to see more of this sort of thing! 

She Has No Idea

"What did I tell you dude? The spellbook works!" I was in my sisters body, on a video call with my best friend Brent. 

"Bullshit. How do I know it's really you?" 

"Would my sister show you her tits while out on a hike?" I pulled down the flimsy top, exposing one full jiggly breast, and then the other. I gave them a quick suggestive grope, and giggled at Brent's jaw dropping. 

"Okay, I believe you. How does it feel...to be a woman?" 

"It's so weird. I always knew my sister was hot, but being in her body is making me constantly horny. I'm pretty sure I've been soaking through her panties just by thinking of the way her boobs jiggle. I had to go out for a hike to keep myself from masturbating. The spell made it so that she doesn't suspect a thing." Talking about how horny I was was making me even more horny, and Brent leering at me wasn't helping things. 

"Where are you now, maybe we can meet up?" He was clearly into me - I mean my sister. 

"By the old canyon trail, where we'd always go on weekends," I said, feeling excitement at the thought of seeing him.

A few hours later I was on my knees, taking my best friends cock deep into my eager pussy, moaning loudly. 

"Oh my god!! Mmmmmhhh...fuck yeah, harder! We...have to do this more often!  

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...

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. 

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!

Get it Over With

"Okay, lets just get this over with," said Jake to his friend Trent, who was sitting there naked with an erect cock. Almost two weeks ago, when Trent suggested that he use his powers to transform Jake into a woman, it seemed like a good idea.

"Come on man, we're stuck inside this house for who knows how long. It might be fun!" Trent was very convincing. "Think of how you'll be able to feel up a pair of tits whenever you want. It's gotta be worth it for that alone. I'll change you back whenever you want."

"If it's so much fun why don't you do it to yourself?" Jake crossed his arms, trying to hide the fact that he was actually open to the idea.

"It's harder to cast spells on yourself, you know that."

"Fine. But you turn me back as soon as I ask you to."

"Of course," Trent replied with a grin. He cast the spell, and Jake instantly transformed into a buxom, and very naked girl.

Jake threw one arm over his bouncing chest and the other shot down to cover his new sex.
"What the hell man, you couldn't give me clothes?" he squeaked in his new voice.

"Don't be such a girl, I'll conjure up some outfits for you soon," Trent laughed. "Oh, and I forgot to mention. The transformation can only be reversed after you have sex."

"What?? You fucking asshole -" Jake wanted to punch him, but he was still very naked, so he just angrily sashayed over to his room and slammed the door. Over the next week and a half he refused to talk to anyone, but Trent thought he could hear a few muffled moans through the wall every now and then. One day he walked up to Trent, hands on hips, looking very comfortable in his feminine form.

"Okay, I admit it's been fun. But it's time for you to change me back. I think I'm about to get my period, and I can only lug around these tits for so long," said Jake.

As they both took their clothes off, Jake couldn't look his friend in the eye, so he just decided to ride him reverse cowgirl style. Without much fanfare, Jake took his friends cock, and shoved it straight into his slit, which was already wet. He wordlessly started thrusting his hips, and within a few minutes could hardly suppress the lewd noises he was making. His pace quickened, now loudly moaning in pleasure as he squeezed his friend's manhood between his pussy lips. Jake came with an earth-shattering cry. Between gasps, he managed to whisper, "We don't have to do the reversal right away.."

That was two weeks ago. Jackie now loves it when Trent gives her a good rough fuck every day, it feels so much better when she can just lay back and watch her breasts rhythmically sway with every thrust. They were still stuck inside, but she had to admit, this was a much better way to pass the time.

The Pink Wig

 My ex girlfriend Jessica is a witch. Not the mean vindictive kind who would cast weird spells on you for no reason, she was actually pretty cool. We ended things amicably - there was just something missing in the relationship and we were both always busy and didn't really have much time to see each other. I was doing some spring cleaning and found her pink wig tossed in the back of my closet. She must have accidentally left it behind. This wasn't an ordinary wig, it was an enchanted item that she'd sometimes use to spice up our lovemaking sessions. It had the effect of enhancing her curves and giving her more intense orgasms, or at least that's what it looked like it did. I picked it up and stared at it, wondering if it did anything for men. Curiosity won out, and I decided to try it on. Almost immediately I felt an intense wave of pleasure washing over my body, and a peculiar tingling in my scalp that felt like the wig was fusing into my real hair. I arched my back as the pressure of my re-arranging bones pushed my chest forward, while lumps of fat slowly started to build up underneath a pair of very swollen nipples. With an orgasmic push, I felt the rest of my body reshape itself into a curvy vision of femininity. Well I guess that answered the question of if it worked on men, I thought, gasping for air as my heavy breasts settled into their final form. My new body felt confusing, but also incredibly arousing. I decided to face time Jessica and ask her what to do. 

"So...remember that pink wig that you used to use sometimes? I tried it on and this happened.." I lifted my shirt to show her the extent of the changes. 

"Wow. You...look beautiful," she replied, a hint of arousal in her voice. "Stay right there. I'm coming over."

I heard a knock on my door not ten minutes later, she must have used magic. 

"I think you actually look way better as girl," she smirked. 

From there, one thing led to another and we ended up in every possible sex position for the rest of the day. I think we might be back together now? Also, I don't think I ever want to take this wig off. 

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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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. 

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.

Friday Night

Ever since they were kids, Anton had always been the runt of the group. Billy and Jake were always slapping him around, making fun of him, and generally getting him to do whatever they wanted. As adults they still hung out together every Friday night, going to the same shitty bar in their backwater town. There weren't many options when it came to chicks in this town - Billy and Jake would usually just end up getting piss drunk and tease Anton about how much of a sissy he was. They'd often grab his ass or make disparaging remarks about his height. This was usually how their Friday nights would go, and Anton accepted it; they were his buddies, he had no one else.
One weekend, Billy sat down with the three of them at the bar, nursing their cheap beers.
"I found a solution to our girl problems, Anton," he said.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"You'll find out in a minute," grinned Jake.
Billy and Jake found out that they could order X-change online, and slipped some into Anton's beer. In less than a minute, in place of their friend sat a stunning brunette, clutching her tits in shock and reaching in between her legs to find a wet pussy. They took her outside, unzipped their pants and shoved their erect cocks in her face.
"I think we'll call you Annie now. You know what to do, sissy," said Billy.

Months later, this was how their Friday nights went now. "Annie" got better at dressing the part, and even found that she could get off by rubbing her clit through her shorts while she was sucking cock. What she didn't understand was why Jake didn't take any X-change too. Billy had a nice thick member, a proper mouthful, but Jake's was so small she could always barely even fit it in her lips. Maybe she'd slip some X-change into his drink next Friday. They were buddies, after all.

Giving In

My friend Caleb warned me the day we became roommates about his magic penis.

"Just be careful not to walk in on me in the shower or something, the more you look at my dick, the more feminine you'll become," he said, gravely serious.

"Okay sure, whatever you say dude," I rolled my eyes, thinking he was joking. A few days later I got home early and barged into the bathroom, unaware that he was about to take a leak, his cock in hand. It was pretty massive.

"Close the door, NOW!" He yelled.

I gulped, for some reason I found his cock fascinating. I felt strange. Sure enough, I looked in the mirror and noticed that all my facial hair was gone, my eyes seemed a bit larger, and were my lips that full before? He wasn't lying, he really did have a magic penis. I couldn't stop thinking about that dick, so big and beautiful. Oh god, was this what it was like to be under a spell? Over the next few months I arranged for a few quick "accidents" barging into his room, or peaking into the shower so that I could get a glimpse of his tool. My hair was down to my shoulders now, my face was pretty and soft, with lips perfect for sucking cock. His cock. I still dressed like a guy, but my penis was barely there anymore, a small nub swiftly retreating under what would become my clitoral hood. I needed more.
A few days later the perfect opportunity presented itself. He was in his room, and I could tell by the silence that he was probably watching porn. I walked right in, pretending to ask a question about the dishes.

"Caleb, do you know wher-...oh." His magic cock was fully erect, my eyes glued to his glorious manhood. I could already feel my new vagina becoming fully formed, my nipples hardening in preperation for the swelling to come. I got on my knees in front of him, revelling in the accelerating changes. Expertly stroking his cock, I said two words:

"Fuck me."

I'm such a slut for his cock. We have sex all the time now, and I'm just so grateful for having a roommate with a magical penis.

Bodysuit Trouble

Kevin had always been a little lonely, never having much luck with the ladies due to his shyness and small frame. His roommate John offered to help him out by letting him tag along whenever he went out to the bar to pick up chicks.

"Come on man, you might learn a thing or two. Who knows, you might even get laid," he said. Kevin never took him up on the offer, his nervousness always winning out.
One day John came home to a stunning brunette sitting on the couch, awkwardly trying to sit comfortably and watch TV without her large breasts getting in the way.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked.

The girl giggled. "It's me, Kevin! I ordered this deluxe body suit online on a whim. I figured this was the only way for me to see a girls body up close," he said.

"No fucking way," said John, shocked that Kevin would rather do something like this than talk to a real girl. He realized that he was starting to get a hard on, Kevin in the deluxe suit was hotter than most chicks he'd met. He uncomfortably headed to his room. "Just...if you're going to do shit like this, maybe stay in your room, okay." Kevin nodded his pretty head with sad eyes. They didn't talk about it again, John would come home, Kevin would be locked in his room, usually wearing the bodysuit. One night John stumbled into the apartment, drunk. It had been a tough day at work, and he had zero luck with the ladies at the bar this evening. He was horny and a little angry, but mostly horny. He barged into Kevin's room, where he found a topless girl sitting at her desk, absently touching her breasts.

"Hey, what the hell dude! You can't just come in here," Kevin squeaked, his voice high and sultry. "Are you drunk?"

"Shut up. Get on your knees," John mumbled, while unzipping his pants.

"What are you talking abou---" Kevin started, but John pushed him down forcefully and grabbed his throat, forcing his plump lips open.

"You wouldn't be wearing this every night if you didn't want it, slut," and he shoved his cock deep into Kevin's pretty mouth.

Kevin was too weak to resist, but he had to admit that he sometimes fantasized about having sex as a woman. He'd usually just touch himself in the bodysuit, his small erection tucked into the hidden compartment on the suit's crotch. At some point he'd orgasm, usually unzipping the suit so that he didn't cause a mess. This was an escape for him, just a fetish that helped curb his loneliness. With his roommates cock pumping in and out of his lips, he suddenly found that he'd never been so turned on in his life. Shit, if he cums in the suit, it'll genetically bond to my body! I need to make him stop.. he thought. But instead, he could hear himself moaning, an erotically feminine sound that only turned him on more. It was already too late. He tasted a bit of precum, and could already feel the suit beginning to merge with his physiology. Suddenly his nipples felt alive with electricity as his large double Ds bobbed back and forth with every slurp, his penis being re-incorporated into the clitoris on his suit, which was now a part of his very female vagina, buzzing with pleasure. Kevin continued to eagerly get face-fucked, his entire body charged with new sensations. This bodysuit was the best purchase ever.