The Fast-Acting, Temporary, Gender-Swapping Pill!
This wasn’t an accident. Unlike others, we knew. We knew about the contamination in the water. We wanted to jump in it just to find out. What did it feel like to be a woman?
Step by step we went in to the pool. Every bit of our bodies the water touched made it feminine. As the water swelled above our feet our feet shrunk, hair abolished and toenails polished. As we went further in our legs became womanly and smooth. Soon there was the introduction of wide hips and a plump ass as well as two pink lips forming a vagina. Further and further until we dunked our heads under and into femininity.
We were both so excited. We couldn’t wait to learn more and buy sexy bikinis. Let’s see what’s ahead.
The hair colour is questionable but these aren’t.
“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…
“What did you do this for?” Questioned Alex (left).
“I did it for you. You’re mother died and you need a mother” explained the woman on the right.
“But I need a father”
“No you don’t you need a mother. You’re a growing girl. You need a mother to help you”
“But wouldn’t you want to be a man” said Alex.
“Believe me, being female is better. Being a man is stupendously overrated. Just look at my chest.”
“I see,” said the daughter “do you have any clothes?”
“Only the ones I have on” explained the mother.
“We better get shopping then”
“I’d love that” smiled the mother.
The pair went shopping and became one of the sexiest mother and daughter combinations on the planet. They both couldn’t possibly be happier
When Martin (16) swapped bodies with his childhood crush who is also his neighbour, Amanda (22). He was amazed he was in her body to start with. Who would of thought that the ring would work? It’s a dream come true. Martin had never once seen Amanda in the nude and he had never been aware of how incredibly sexy she truly was. Her long brown her running down the back of her smoothly shaven body. There thought of going back to his own body never occurred to Martin he intended to be a she and be Amanda forever. Life couldn’t be better.
They’re breasts. I have breasts. They weren’t there before. What’s on my shoulder? I put my hand to my shoulder to examine the scene. It was hair. That’s strange because I have short hair. I sit on a seat in the pool and cross my legs as I think. I’d never found crossing my legs so comfortable. Something’s not right. I put my hand down to investigate. I’m so comfortable because I have a pussy my dick is gone. I am a woman. Something’s in the pool. Someone has contaminated the pool. This isn’t good. I don’t want to be a woman I’m a man. This isn’t good.
“Hey guys it’s Johnny and Josh here. Just dropping in to leave a review on our current mounts. I’d probably rate them as probably some of the best mounts you’ll find. They’re some of the bustiest ladies out there and they live together! Josh come over here and show them how big your boobs are. As you can see mine are big but Josh’s are even bigger. Look.
The bartender I’d been admired finally made her way back to where I was sitting. I was already a drink or three in, so I no longer had the willpower to pry my eyes away from her stunning cleavage.
“Does this top make my belly look big?” my girlfriend asked me as I woke up one morning. I groaned and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and without thinking said: “Well, sweetie, you have been gaining some weight lately and-” I didn’t even finish my sentence before she was freaking out at me.
“Some weight? What, do you think there’s somthing wrong with a girl who has a bit of a tummy?! It’s just a little belly! It’s not like I have some big pot belly! Maybe YOU should see how it feels to be called the ‘fat chick’!” Her hands started to glow as I stood up, saying, “Nobody calls you the ‘fat chick’. Heck, this is the first time I’ve heard anybody say that about you! Now just calm down-” Once again I was cut off, but this time it was by the light that left her hands and passed over my body. “What did you do?” I moaned, feeling changes course over my body. I stepped awkwardly towards her, my body beginning to wobble in places it never had before. I looked down and saw two breasts forming on my chest, slowly rising from buds up through several cup sizes. Once they had reached about C-cups I noticed just below them my belly was pudging out. It went from chubby, to thick, to a full-on pot belly before my very eyes. Beyond even that I saw my thighs shaking more and more with every hard step, and I could feel my new ass following suit. I reached down past my belly to where my dick should be, but felt only the folds of my new vagina.
The transformation stopped as I reached my girlfriend, standing cockily over me, as I had lost almost a foot of height. “How do you like it, fatty?”
“I didn’t even call you fat!” I shouted at her. “I just said you had gained a little weight!”
“Okay fine, but now we both have, isn’t that great?!” she squealed, wrapping her arms tightly around me in a big bear hug. I could feel my new bare breasts and belly squish into her body, a sensation that felt alien, yet somehow erotic.
“How’s about I just…” she pulled my pants down and let them drop to my ankles. “There, that’s better. And now…” she dropped her own pants, and her panties followed suit. She pulled her top off, and threw it to the side before removing her bra. Her C-cup breasts spilled out, hanging heavily just over her slightly chubby belly. It was honestly hardly noticeable, but somehow that justified my new tummy. She led me back to the bed, and I trudged after her, feeling my new body jiggle in ways I never would have wanted it to. She laid me down, and started to rub my belly with one hand, while massaging one of my DD-cup tits with the other. “I had intended to curse and leave you,” she said lustily. “But now that I see you like this, I want every inch of your thick body to myself…”