Here he comes, right on time. Young Todd, here to mow my lawn. But I’ve seen the way he stares at me, and I’ve drank in those randy thoughts of his. And that’s when I’m dressed in appropriate clothing. In my sexiest corset, he’ll be like a puddle in my hands.
Jim was perverted. However, he saw no issue with it. As like many other men, it was a fantasy of his somewhat to venture into the ladies room and have a look. So, of course when the TG Clinic opened Jim went. Jim stood in a chamber for 45 minutes as a pink mist was sprayed all over him. Over the course of the time in the chamber his body was changing. He was gradually becoming female. Jim walked out as a feminine black-haired woman with modest breasts. Jim didn’t choose a name for his body because all he wanted to do was going into the ladies room a few times to see some girls and then later possibly change back. However, it didn’t go quite as planned. He still went into the ladies room to perv on all the ladies but every ladies room had a mirror and he looked at himself more than any others. She was beautiful. Jim felt bad if he had to give her away. Jim did a lot of thinking in that bathroom. Maybe being a girl as better. Jim had more fun as a girl than he ever had as a man. It was awesome. Jim decided that he would remain a she and become Janice. Janice couldn’t be happier.
When I was told that being a spy involved risks, I never suspected this!
It’s finally time to take revange on my ex wife. After the divorce she took everything from me. My car, my house, my reputation and most importantly my two years old son. I’ve prepared everything and send her a small gift, a coin that will help me get everything back. She just needs to touch it and then the magic will work. I’m sure she already recived it, i just need to wait.
Gina had a lot of paper work to get done but her boyfriend wouldn’t stop pestering her for sex, he never could get enough of her glorious tits. So she swapped bodies with him and she was able to work uninterrupted for several hours while he played with her boobs and watched a game.
When Gina finished the paperwork she invited her bi-sexual girlfriend Mindy over and and let her fool around with her ‘boyfriend’ for a while. Then Gina took took both of them into the bedroom and fucked their brains out with her boyfriends body.
Later that night Gina swapped bodies back with her boyfriend as he slept and when he woke up the next morning he didn’t remember a thing
“Oh, hey guys!” Kyle said nervously to his sister Amanda and her friend Steph. “What are you guys doing here right now? I thought you were at Steph’s house.”
“Okay, I get it: instead of staring when your bikini had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction, I should’ve told you,” I said, hoping my wife would accept the apology. “Being busty is harder than it looks, I get that now. So could you change me back?”
“Why on Earth would I want to do that?” she said, sarcasm in her tone. “I thought you liked boobs?”
“I do! But not when they’re on MY chest! They’re so big and heavy…” my voice trailed off as I prodded my breasts. They felt so tender all of a sudden, and almost…sloshy? “And where did all these veins come from? My jugs were smooth less than an hour ago,” I wondered more to myself than to my wife. “They look almost like-“
“Udders? I know.” I looked up from my breasts as my wife spoke. “U-udders?” I stuttered out, backing against the railing and staring at my chest, my face a mix of confusion and fear.
My wife nodded. “Yes, udders. You know, like a cow? You see, that potion I gave you to turn you into a woman doesn’t come from nowhere! I have to make it. Well, I don’t: my cows do.”
“But I-I’m your husband?!”
“Funny, that’s what my last five husbands said when I did the exact same thing to them,” she paused for a moment to grab a bucket, and a stool. “But what does that matter? I make a fortune off this milk: do you know what people will pay to change someone into a busty woman? Of course, after a while their breasts start to fill up with the milk, usually after a few days, and by then it’s too late. It will be permanent.”
Permanent. This is my new body, forever. I reached up, and hefted one of my new breasts. Then a thought occurred to me:
“What happened to your other husbands?” I asked, afraid of the answer.
“They stopped giving me milk. It doesn’t last forever. After a few years your tits will stop producing milk. They’ll get flat and saggy, just like when a cow’s udder is empty. You basically have two of those on your chest now,” she smirked. “Now get over here and get on all fours, tits over the bucket: it’s milking time.”
I did as she said, my udders dangling over the bucket. She reached over with a cold hand, and started squeezing my breasts. It felt so good. Even though my tits were tender, and I felt a bit of pain, it felt amazing to empty them out.
After about half an hour she patted my nude ass, and stood up, taking the bucket with her. “That’s good for now. I’ll tell you when your next milking is, but until then stay in the house.” I nodded, stood up, and looked at my tits. They were much less full, and definitely sagged lower than before. I knew they would fill back up eventually, but what about in a few years, when I stopped making milk completely? My “wife” would abandon me then, and go looking for another victim…
“IMPEACH MAYOR DIXON! IMPEACH MAYOR DIXON!” The chants roared across city hall as the mob marched back and forth. Anthony stood at the front of the line, picket sign held high, roaring the chant as loudly as he could. Police and firetrucks were lined in an attempt to subdue the protestors, but little was working. Anthony watched on as the firemen readied their hoses, but he continued marching.
“STAND BACK!” The firemen yelled, and while most did retreat, Anthony held out.
“I’M WARNING YOU! STAND. BACK.” He continued on despite the warning.
The sound of pressure was unmistakable as the beige hose sprung to life. The purple liquid sprung outward, covering Anthony and several other protestors as the crowd ran back, fleeing the scene. He fell to the ground, blinded by the liquid as his consciousness began to slip away.
Sören (16) war einer der beliebtesten Jungs der Schule. Er war hübsch und sportlich. Und er war Landesmeister im Schwimmen. Viele Mädchen standen auf ihn, so auch Laura (15). Sie gehörte zu den molligeren Mädchen und war überhaupt nicht Sören`s Typ. Kurz bevor das Licht die Schule von dem Licht getroffen wurde nannte er Laura noch fette Kuh und sagte zu ihr, dass sie ihn endlich in Ruhe lassen soll.
Doch dann verwandelte er sich in die 26 jährige Laura.
It’s just a bad dream. I pinched myself again and again but nothing changed. I was still the woman wearing the red panties covering a flat crotch and the red heels on her girly feet. I’m not waking up and it’s worrying. I’m not a woman. I don’t know how to be a woman. I don’t want to be a woman. Wake up. I’m a man. Wake up.