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.

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. 

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. 

Doctor to Nurse

I used to be the head doctor of the infectious diseases ward at a well-known hospital. When the first victims of the TG Virus were admitted, we had no idea what we were dealing with. Patients were feverish and non-responsive for days, while their bodies painfully contorted and cracked. There was nothing we could do about it. Once their fever broke, their physiology rapidly morphed into that of the opposite sex, along with a seemingly high increase in libido. Once the changes were complete, patients were no longer infectious, and there was nothing we could do but release the bewildered (and horny) individuals back to their homes.
I was working long nights back then, doing everything I could to better understand the virus. When I felt a fever coming on, I gulped. I knew what was coming. They isolated me while my once fit male body began to wither away, my insides squeezing and turning in strange ways. When I came to, I found myself in a petite female body, with ample breasts that would have made my ex-wife jealous. And then I felt it. The constant arousal. A gaping void between my legs that begged to be filled. After they released me, I found that I was far too unfocused to continue my duties as a doctor. Luckily, the hospital offered me a much less demanding role as a nurse, which I found suited my new female self perfectly. Also luckily for me, I was still close with many of my old friends. I loved teasing them with short videos of my new curvy assets, my scrubs rubbing against my engorged nipples. My breaks used to be wasted going over mountains of paperwork. Now they were usually spent with some hunky doctor fucking my brains out on an examination bed. I think that's an improvement.