High school had been a living hell for James. Growing up in a Midwest, rural town was no place for a timidly gay teenager like himself. To make matters worse, in his senior year his big secret crush on the studly varsity quarterback, Michael, was let known to the whole school. Michael made his life especially miserable, having to protect his own reputation by vehemently mocking James every time he saw him.
Daniel and Josh were drunker than they had ever been. The two best friends started searching through dozens of photos internet to compare their hottest sexual fantasy. Josh was particularly drawn to one bombshell of a brunette – huge breasts, long curly hair, dark mysterious eyes, and a pouty seductive smile that made him horny just looking at her photos for a second.
Nick was the school loner and dreaded his class’s frequent outings. Today they were at the beach and he watched sadly from the far end of the shore as the popular jocks with their jacked torsos flirtatiously tried impressing the hot cheerleaders dressed in revealing bikinis.
Dave coughed up a lung-full of smoke and put down the bong. Whatever he had bought it was much stronger than he was used to, he thought, as a familiar buzz scattered his focus. He had walked into his room ready to go to sleep when he had a strange urge to take off all his clothes. He fell back onto his bed completely naked, and closed his eyes. From his foggy thoughts sprang the image of a naked woman, with soft white skin, dirty blonde hair, and perky round breasts. Well, he thought, masturbating high is always fun. With his eyes still closed he started stroking his erection, as he imagined himself moving toward the woman, beginning to caress her chest. Wow, this feels so good, and so real, he thought as his arousal climbed. Suddenly he began to feel a tingling sensation in his chest, a swelling followed by inexplicable pleasure – he opened his eyes and looked down. What the fuck? He had a beautiful pair of breast resting gracefully atop on his chest and his hand left hand was already in the midst of a enthusiastic exploration of their bouncing flesh and hard nipples. I don’t think I was smoking was I thought I was smoking, he said aloud chuckling at this bizarre experience. Something in his unfocused train of thought compelled him to go on. He continued to stroke his cock, at the same time massaging what he assumed was an erotic hallucination hanging from his once hairy chest. He couldn’t explain how, but he felt his shoulders narrow and his arms slim. Looking down he saw the hair retract from his legs and reshape into the long slender sexiness of the woman in his thoughts. He began masturbating faster as he saw his stomach narrow and hips widen, a newly blossoming ass lifted him from the bed. A distinctly feminine moan began to replace his manly breathes as dirty blond hair appeared on the edges of his vision. He closed his eyes again as the pleasure was building, now feeling the nearly complete form of the woman from her point of view. His grip on his shrinking cock was slowly guided by some unseen force into the rapidly opening slit of a moist vagina. His fingers eagerly massaged the same symbol of womanhood that he had just seen on the woman before him, sliding in and out. He screamed as he came, a deep bliss that had been expanding in his abdomen that now exploded throughout every corner of his body.
Dan finally had an answer. For the past few weeks he has been finding hints at his roommate Matt’s hidden secret: panties in the laundry, makeup in the bathroom cabinet, a wig in the closet. But yesterday he found the one thing that would erase all doubt – a receipt for an expensive body suit off an shady website left out on the kitchen counter. Every Saturday afternoon Dan would normally work, saying goodbye Matt at 10am and not seeing him again until close to 7pm. But today, Dan came back hoping to find his roommate in a compromising position…..
You had one wish, it seemingly simple enough, straightforward: “I wish I was irresistible to woman.”
The room spins. You fall backwards onto the bed, you hold on tight, thinking that you’re about to be thrown off into some unknown space. Suddenly, everything stops. You’re no longer in your room. On the floor is a pile of female clothes: a tight tank top, a skirt, a well sized bra, and a thong. What the hell? you think. Your mind is foggy. Suddenly your legs feel itchy, hundreds of pinpricks up and down. Panicking you rush to take of your pants. You throw them aside as you see the last hairs on your legs retract into your body. You stare in confusion as you feet narrow, and your legs grow more slender, the once muscle defined claves and thighs blending in to distinctly womanly curves. You panic as the waistband of your underwear stretches, your hips are widening. You feel a swelling in your ass lift you a couple inches of the bed as your waist constricts. Suddenly, with each passing second of the inexplicable transformation, you feel a building pleasure. Whatever is happening to you is tapping into some uncontrollable erotic arousal. You breathe erratically as tightness builds up in your chest, you can’t breathe. You frantically take of your shirt to see your nipples grow, the areolas widen and the tips get longer…harder. A gratification culminates as the flesh beneath them expands. Bigger….and bigger. You see the distinct shape of perfect breasts begin to form. You can’t resist the urge to clutch them and realize that your hands are now significantly smaller, long nails painted a deep red. Your ass finally stops growing, reaching the proportions of a seemingly Photosopped model, but your chest continues to enlarge beneath your feminine hands, overflowing what they could contain, you begin to moan with the growing ecstasy, the nipples rubbing up against your eager fingers. Your shoulders suddenly narrow as golden hair pours over them. Your face is buzzing and you pull up your hand to feel the long lashes, smaller nose, and undeniably lush lips of a gorgeous woman. You continue to moan, sounding like a horny porn star. Your breasts are huge, but they haven’t stopped growing. At last your cock begins to throb beneath your underwear. You quickly yank them off. Your cock is shrinking as a moist slit forms beneath you disappearing balls, the hair around them disappearing to reveal the soft skin. The pleasure is unbearable, you begin to scream as your cock shrinks to form the top of your womanly folds, and your breasts stop swelling. Suddenly you are lucid again, panting in absolute arousal. I’m a woman! The door opens and the stark naked body of a sexy brunette enters. Her hair is tousled, her breasts just as large as the ones atop your chest, hips wide, and legs spread in arousal. She was a goddess. She stared longingly as your nakedness, breathing heavily.
It was supposed to be a joke. A prank against your recently dumped and annoyingly lonely best friend Dylan. You bought the body suit, cost a fortune but you could afford it, and the more convincing the better. You knew how much Dylan liked girls with a little extra so you put on that suit – wide hips and a especially full ass, thick thighs, and huge breasts that would grab any guys attention no matter how much clothing you covered them up with. But you had to be sure, so you bought a push-up bra and sexy red dress with a plunging neckline that would catch Dylan’s attention for sure, perfectly complimenting the dark brunette wig, ice blue eyes, and plump red lips of the costume. You go to the bar. You find Dylan, drinking alone like he does so often now a days. You introduce yourself as Jessica, bite your lip, playfully twirl your hair around your manicured fingers, lean over and catch him looking down your gracious cleavage. He’s already drunk so he can’t distinguish the clearly pretend female voice. Soon you’ll break the joke to him, hoping it will give him a good laugh and get him back on his feet – he has his confidence back, it never left. Such strong confidence. With every drink you push back the reveal, enjoying the attention that a horny man will give you, complimenting you, trying to put his arm around your narrow waist and caress that ass wanting to break free of the dress. You’re getting more drunk…his smile is so charming, you find yourself acting more flirtatious every minute. Before you realize it, you’re back at his place kissing passionately. He pulls you tightly against him, the silicon breasts pressing against his muscled chest, with one hand tousling your silky hair and the other reaching down your back to firmly grasp the shapely ass of the body suit. Maybe it’s the drunkenness but it doesn’t feel like his hand his on top of a layer of a synthetic ass, but rather you can feel the goosebumps along your soft backside as if it were your own. You feel the wideness of the hips, the curvy bounce of a womanly ass. In one swift move he pulls off your dress and pushes you onto the bed, still kissing you. Your wig feels especially tight. he begins to knead your breasts, barely contained by the bra. Beneath the body suit, you chest tingles and grows more and more sensitive to his erotic massaging. A new pleasure radiates as you can feel almost your chest swell to fill the mimicked space, you sit up panting and unclip the bra, feeling a new weight drop and hang into the eager open hands of Dylan. You notice the nipples are somehow hardened, even though the bodysuit came with flat nipples. They are especially sensitive now, and as he eases you back on the bed he flicks them with his tongue sending sensual tremors to every corner of your body. His begins to descend your stomach, kissing his way down toward your last bit of clothing – your thong. Underneath the imitated flat female crotch you feel your erect but uncharacteristically small penis, struggling to contain itself beneath the suit. He takes off the thong slowly, sliding his hands down your shivering legs and around your backside, his hands clutching the side of your hips as he buries he face between your legs. At first you only feel the weight of his face, but slowly sensation grows – you feel the wetness of a lusting vagina, the careful movement of his tongue between your folds, you can no longer feel an erection, only a void longing to be filled. Your back arches as a powerful wave of pleasure crashes over your freshly complete body. You moan in an undoubtedly feminine voice. You breath erratically as Dylan continues to explore you with his tongue. You realize that this is your body, there is nothing beneath it but an ocean of pleasure, and you realize you want Dylan to make you his.
Daniel and Josh were drunker than they had ever been. The two best friends started searching through dozens of photos internet to compare their hottest sexual fantasy. Josh was particularly drawn to one bombshell of a brunette – huge breasts, long curly hair, dark mysterious eyes, and a pouty seductive smile that made him horny just looking at her photos for a second.
Nick was the school loner and dreaded his class’s frequent outings. Today they were at the beach and he watched sadly from the far end of the shore as the popular jocks with their jacked torsos flirtatiously tried impressing the hot cheerleaders dressed in revealing bikinis.
Dave coughed up a lung-full of smoke and put down the bong. Whatever he had bought it was much stronger than he was used to, he thought, as a familiar buzz scattered his focus. He had walked into his room ready to go to sleep when he had a strange urge to take off all his clothes. He fell back onto his bed completely naked, and closed his eyes. From his foggy thoughts sprang the image of a naked woman, with soft white skin, dirty blonde hair, and perky round breasts. Well, he thought, masturbating high is always fun. With his eyes still closed he started stroking his erection, as he imagined himself moving toward the woman, beginning to caress her chest. Wow, this feels so good, and so real, he thought as his arousal climbed. Suddenly he began to feel a tingling sensation in his chest, a swelling followed by inexplicable pleasure – he opened his eyes and looked down. What the fuck? He had a beautiful pair of breast resting gracefully atop on his chest and his hand left hand was already in the midst of a enthusiastic exploration of their bouncing flesh and hard nipples. I don’t think I was smoking was I thought I was smoking, he said aloud chuckling at this bizarre experience. Something in his unfocused train of thought compelled him to go on. He continued to stroke his cock, at the same time massaging what he assumed was an erotic hallucination hanging from his once hairy chest. He couldn’t explain how, but he felt his shoulders narrow and his arms slim. Looking down he saw the hair retract from his legs and reshape into the long slender sexiness of the woman in his thoughts. He began masturbating faster as he saw his stomach narrow and hips widen, a newly blossoming ass lifted him from the bed. A distinctly feminine moan began to replace his manly breathes as dirty blond hair appeared on the edges of his vision. He closed his eyes again as the pleasure was building, now feeling the nearly complete form of the woman from her point of view. His grip on his shrinking cock was slowly guided by some unseen force into the rapidly opening slit of a moist vagina. His fingers eagerly massaged the same symbol of womanhood that he had just seen on the woman before him, sliding in and out. He screamed as he came, a deep bliss that had been expanding in his abdomen that now exploded throughout every corner of his body.