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. 

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. 

Supportive Girlfriend

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