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.

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. 

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.

Mirror of Desire

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