by D. L. Savage
“So how’s it looking at the lab?” I asked, unsure if I wanted to hear his reply or not.
“You’re not gonna like it,” he replied. “They’ve completely destroyed all your old research, save from what I could salvage …”
He nodded to his hold-all by the doorway: it could only contain, at most, a tenth of the many hard-copy lab reports and formulas we’d generated over the years.
“What about all our computer files?” I asked.
Stephen winced and shook his head.
“The hard drives were wiped this morning.”
“Fuck,” I muttered beneath my breath.
It was even worse than I’d anticipated.
All that was left of our research was me: me and the serum that was possibly working inside me. I just hoped that it took effect soon …
* * *
“How long is he gonna stay here like that on our couch?” the muffled voice came from the next room.
“Calm down baby, it’ll only be for another week or two …”
“Another week?”
The walls in Stephen’s apartment were so paper thin; I could hear pretty much every noise the young couple made that night as they got ready for bed.
I turned over on the couch, pulling the blanket over my head, screwing my eyes shut, and trying to force the incessant horny thoughts from my churning mind.
I guessed that this was probably part of the transformation process, too, but still, it was all rather disconcerting after all my years of having pretty much zero libido whatsoever. Also, I’d never had any kind of gay thoughts or feelings before now and suddenly here I was, tossing and turning, my mind chock full of sexy images of my hunky male lab assistant!
“Fancy fooling around a little?” Stephen’s voice rang out from the bedroom, clear as day.
I heard him step towards her, then the two kissing and fumbling, then falling onto their bed with a loud creak of the mattress.
After a moment, I heard the soft rhythmic squeaking of the bedsprings, and once again, I was picturing Stephen, only this time I was imagining that it was me he was fucking — and further more, I was imagining myself as Jill.
Gone were my flabby out of shape pecs, and in their place were two firm, pert breasts.
And instead of my small, flaccid cock, I had a tight, shaved pussy, which Stephen was slipping his hot meaty cock urgently in and out of, stretching me wide open as he slammed me with his tool.
As I thought these things, I began to play with my body beneath my sheets, one hand moving up to my right pec and sort of cupping it, kneading its soft spongy mass, my nipple feeling a little harder and more sensitive than it usually did. Meanwhile, my other hand had slipped urgently between my legs and was tugging at my still-flaccid cock. And while as before it failed to grow hard, I found that if I kind of gently fondled it using more of a flicking-flapping motion than a straight-up tug, then the distinct sensations of orgasm began to build, growing stronger and stronger inside my belly and sort of fluttering outwards around my whole body for once, too.
As the feelings intensified, my breathing began to shallow, and I heard myself actually panting a little, which was pretty unusual for me.
And something else happened: my orgasmic feelings felt way more powerful than normal. As my orgasm approached, it reached a point of intense pleasure — as strong as anything I’d ever felt before — but then just kept going past that, intensifying stronger and stronger and stronger!
What the hell? I thought.
I flicked at my soft little cock and kneaded my rock-hard right nipple as my orgasm just kept on building, my moans now coming loud and free from my parted lips as I writhed and gasped madly beneath the hot, sweaty sheets on the couch.
Finally I cried out, a long low moan, my whole body bucking and shuddering with the intensity of what was happening to it.
Unlike any previous orgasm I’d experienced, this one felt like it flashed all the way around my body — causing shudders of pleasure to rocket outwards round my arms and legs and along my spine.
Afterwards, as I lay on my back, panting, I wondered with a sharp twinge of embarrassment whether Stephen and Jill might have heard me, but I needn’t have worried. They were still making plenty of noise of their own in the bedroom next door, the bed springs still squeaking and creaking as Stephen slammed his dick hard and fast into Jill.
I heard his low grunts and Jill’s moans, and as she cried out her orgasm: a series of long, shuddering squeals, I felt like I knew just what she was feeling.
So maybe I am changing after all, I thought, glad that perhaps my research hadn’t been a complete waste of time. And with that final satisfying thought floating around my brain, I fell into a deep and dreamless slumber.
* * *
The next morning, I woke bright and early with a strange excitement burbling in my stomach. Gone was the dull ache, and for the first time in what felt like an age, I wanted nothing more than to spring up and meet the day head on. I threw off my sheets excitedly and padded lightly through to the bathroom, wearing just my trusty old cotton boxer shorts and a stained old white vest. When I looked at myself in the mirror, though, I felt a pang of shock.
My face looked rather different, although at first I couldn’t quite figure out exactly what had changed. Then I realized: I had almost no stubble left whatsoever, just a few specks of it remaining on my upper lip and on my chin, the same places that had first grown when I was a teenager. I leant forward to inspect my face further; my lips seemed a little fuller than usual and in general my skin looked much smoother and healthier than it had ever done before. I reached a hand up to touch it, and sure enough, my skin felt incredibly soft to the touch. It was such a nice radiant tone, too. Next I inspected my hair, which was growing at an incredibly quick pace, populating the top of my head now too, a place that had been bald for the latter half of my twenties! Already it was almost falling past my ears, too, despite the fact that I’d had it cut at the sides and back, just a few weeks previously.
I pulled off my vest, noting with another pang of surprise that almost all my chest hair had gone now as well: my pecs and belly were almost completely hairless, and my stomach was so much flatter now than before. My pecs themselves were just beginning to grow into breasts, and my nipples looked perhaps a little larger and darker than before, too. Next I looked down at my legs and they too were way less hairy; there was still some there, but it seemed much more of a soft, pale brown, downy fuzz.
With my heart beginning to pound from a mixture of excitement and anticipation, I pushed down my boxer shorts, letting them fall to the floor.
My penis had shrunk considerably in the night: it was almost completely lost now amongst the dark bush of my pubic hair, just the small pink tip of it poking out from beneath the wiry thatch of hair. With trembling fingers I reached down and touched between my legs, realizing that my balls seemed to have disappeared too. Instead, where they used to be, were two thick spongy lips. I pushed my finger between them, feeling a warm snug wetness as it slipped up a little way inside myself, then touched against a taught spongy wall.
It was happening, I thought with delight. It was really happening!
I couldn’t wait to tell Stephen all about my transformation.
I ran the shower and stepped under it, enjoying the feel of my new slightly-softer skin as I began to carefully wash myself. My pecs, or should I say breasts, were especially pleasing to touch, and I enjoyed their soft weight and the way they filled my palms as I cupped them. My nipples were much more sensitive too, and I even shivered a little from toying with them, registering with a flutter of delight that they were stiffening too: becoming two hard little puckered points, standing away from my chest.
I looked down at my hairy legs, and realized that I suddenly didn’t like the way it looked. I was enjoying the feminine parts of myself now, and I began to wonder just how much more feminine I might look if my legs and underarms were shaved as well.
My eyes st
rayed around the shower and sure enough, there was a purple razor — Jill’s, I guessed — laying in the corner next to a can of shaving foam.
As I began to apply the foam to my left leg, I felt another shiver of excitement and anticipation.
I wondered just what I would look like when my transformation was complete.
A part of me suspected I might look pretty hot indeed…
* * *
“Doc, you’re looking, um … different.”
I could tell from the strange tightness in Stephen’s voice that it wasn’t just me that thought I was becoming attractive. And as I felt his eyes moving over my body’s new developments, I briefly found myself enjoying the sensations; enjoying the idea of turning him on, enjoying the idea of his cock swelling in his pants.
The only thing that I didn’t like was that my old clothes — my vests and boxer shorts, my slacks and shirts — didn’t really fit me quite so well anymore. They were too tight in some places, my chest for instance, while in others they hung about me, all loose and unflattering and downright ugly.
“You’re gonna need some new clothes, Doc,” Stephen said with an awkward chuckle, as if able to read my mind. “I’ll ask Jill if she could take you out shopping this weekend if you like?”
“Thanks,” I said.
“Man, even your voice is different now.”
“That’s not all,” I said, snapping back into scientific mode. “I want you to inspect me, Stephen, and to take notes, just like we were conducting research at the lab. This is important, remember?”
Stephen nodded, trying to remain professional as I began to undress in front of him.
I took off my shirt and slacks, leaving myself only in a cotton vest and boxer shorts. I lay down on the couch, and waited for Stephen to pull up a chair next to me, ready to begin the examination.
“Now as you can see,” I continued, “the femme serum has really begun to take effect. From my calculations, I think I’m about eighty-five percent transformed, which is a transformation rate of fifteen percent, per day …”
“That’s way faster than we’d predicted,” Stephen said, scribbling his notes down quickly.
I pulled up my vest next, uncovering my pert, small-ish breasts.
I felt Stephen’s eyes move over them, and my nipples stiffened a little in response.
“Breast development has been especially successful,” I continued. “I’ve progressed to a B-cup in less than a week, and think I still have some way to go … How do they look to you, Stephen? Does that sound about right?”
Once more, I found myself relishing the sensation of Stephen’s eyes traveling over my newly formed little bosoms. I looked down at myself, at my small but perfectly formed breasts, with their small dark nipples, now puckered and standing erect and proud.
“Yeah … Looking good, Doc,” Stephen mumbled, that tense tightness once more evident in his low manly voice.
I lifted myself off the couch a little and slid my boxer shorts down over my thighs, then off my legs, which were fully shaved and silky-smooth now.
Stephen’s eyes darted to the dark, hairy place between my legs. I’d left a cropped rectangle of pubic hair, but shaved my brand-new pink puffy pussy lips. I parted my legs, so that Stephen could get a better look, my shrunken dick now mostly disappeared beneath a little pink hood of flesh, almost identical to a large, engorged clit.
“Wow, Doc!” Stephen mumbled.
As he leant forward to take a closer look at my new almost-pussy, he parted his own thighs a little, and I realized with a small shiver of excitement that my new body was indeed turning him on. There was a large, prominent bulge straining against the crotch of his jeans, and no mistake.
“As you can see, Stephen,” I said, trying to keep my tone as professional and scientific as I could, “my penis and testicles are now almost all but gone, the penis forming a clitoris, and the testicles becoming the outer lips of my new … vagina.”
It felt strange to say the word out loud.
“I’ve explored it somewhat with my fingers,” I continued, “and with each day, the vaginal entry is becoming deeper and more fully-formed. At present, it’s about five inches deep. Would you like to touch it?”
I felt a rush of excitement as I said these words.
“Sure …” Stephen mumbled, leaning forward even further in his chair, reaching out his trembling fingers towards my new pussy.
His hot rough index finger grazed lightly against my brand new clit, sending a sharp sweet shock of feeling around my body. I bit my lip, so as not to let out a gasp.
Then, very tenderly and slowly, he began to part my pussy lips and slip first one then two fingers inside me.
God. The feeling was so intense; I could feel his fingers stretching my tight little hole wide open, and it was somewhere right at that curious midpoint between pleasure and pain. I couldn’t help myself. I let out a soft, breathy gasp.
“Doc, you’re so wet,” he murmured, as he slid his fingers a little way out of my pussy again, then slowly back inside me.
I looked down between my parted legs, at Stephen’s fingers as they gently, tenderly slid in and out of me and sure enough, they were glistening with a clear sticky fluid.
“S-so in y-your experience,” I said, trying to keep my trembling voice as steady and calm as I could, “does my new genitalia feel similar to that of a r-regular woman’s?”
“It does, Doc,” he replied, his voice so low and tight. “Fuck … it feels really fucking good …”
And with this he began sliding his fingers in and out of my pussy with an increased intensity, causing me to gasp and close my eyes, arching my back and trembling as a fresh wave of pleasure shivered through my body.
I knew I should ask him to stop but I just couldn’t. I was lost now in the moment, feeling an unmistakable orgasmic sensation slowly beginning to build in my stomach. It grew and grew, getting stronger and stronger, and then all of a sudden there was a sound from the front door, a loud rattle of the lock, and my eyes shot open in surprise.
The look on Stephen’s face told me that my suspicions were correct: it was Jill, returning home to the apartment.
Fuck!
Stephen quickly pulled his fingers from my pussy, picking up my cotton boxers and vest from the floor near the couch and throwing them to me.
I pulled them on just in the nick of time, managing to sit up and position myself as casually as I could only seconds before Jill strolled into the living room.
Her eyes widened in shock when she saw me.
“Wow, Doc, is that you?”
“Yes, Jill,” I said. “The serum is finally starting to take effect. It looks like all those hours weren’t spent in vain after all.”
I knew that Stephen had told her about our research, and the effects of the femme serum, but even so, it must have been quite a shock for her to actually see me in my newly transformed state.
My eyes quickly darted back to Stephen.
His cheeks were flushed pink and that big meaty bulge was still prominent there between his legs. His fingers, too, were still shiny with my fluids, and he quickly stuffed his hands in his jean pockets, his eyes sheepishly shifting to a patch of carpet near the couch, unable to meet Jill’s or mine.
“Stephen and I were just discussing it, and thought perhaps you might be willing to take me out for some new clothes that better suited my new body? I wouldn’t know where in the world to start …”
Somehow, I managed to keep my voice completely slow and steady, betraying nothing of my almost-orgasm, mere moments before Jill had entered the apartment. And she too seemed oblivious: to my prominent erect nipples, pressing in points beneath the flimsy cotton of my vest, or to Stephen’s obviously swollen, rock-hard dick, pressing against his tight pants, or to his flushed cheeks and downcast guilty-as-sin gaze.
“Sure!” Jill said brightly. “You know me, any excuse for a shopping trip!”
“I’m just going to the bathroom,” Stephen mutter
ed, getting up out of his seat and moving quickly out of the room, hunched over slightly, that big hot bulge still prominent in his pants.
I heard the bathroom door lock hurriedly, and wondered just what he might be doing behind that door …
* * *
“Okay, turn around!”
I slowly turned in a full circle, as Jill watched me from her seat at the far end of the fitting rooms. I felt so strange in these new clothes that she had chosen for me: they were so different to anything I’d ever worn as a man. The materials were so flimsy and silky, and everything was so incredibly sheer and tight-fitting, so snug and revealing. I’d tried on three or four outfits so far, but this one was the most extreme, the most figure-hugging by a long shot. I was wearing a pair of tight black leggings, paired with a flimsy little translucent blouse top, through which you could clearly see my black bra. It turned out I was a B-cup, as I’d suspected, but I’d picked up a couple of larger sizes too, in case my breasts continued to grow. And underneath the leggings, I was wearing a pair of black thong panties, that Jill had insisted I try on, otherwise I’d have panty lines.
The thong felt so damned weird; kind of naughty if I was honest. I could feel it there, riding right up my butt, sitting so snugly between my ass cheeks (which had grown larger in the last day or two, too). And yeah, I had to admit that I was kind of enjoying the various sensations I was experiencing as I tried on these new sexy, girly outfits that Jill had picked out especially for me.
I found myself standing differently in them, pushing out my breasts, holding myself upright instead relying on my usual slouch, and savoring the approving looks that Jill was giving me.
“Hot!” she said from her seat at the other end of the room. “You look fucking hot!”
I glanced at myself in the full length mirror behind her. It was true: I did look rather good! My figure was completely feminine now, and while my shortish hair gave me a kind of elfin look, my body was all woman. And I knew that, at its current growth rate, my hair wouldn’t be too far behind the rest of my body either. It was as if my development was in absolute fast forward now. Which kind of made me wonder just how sexy I’d be when I finally reached full transformation point …