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Becoming My Girlfriend by Jaana "A college boy unwittingly swaps his cock for a pussy, his girlfriend tricking him into believing it's a temporary thing, but it becomes harder and harder to believe as piece by piece, she steals the rest of his body. But is this seeming nightmare really a blessing in disguise?" *** WARNING: The following story contains graphic depictions of sex, female transformation and female arousal. You have been warned! *** "UUNNNNNGGG...." Bernard moaned as he speared the soft, wet mound of his girlfriend, Allison. "OOOOOH!" she cried as she was mounted, and wrapped her supple, pale thighs around his hips, her legs scissoring behind him to pull him even deeper into her slick canal. Bernard was in heaven as he started thrusting hard into Allison, savoring the pleasure of her soft, curvy body. He found it odd that she was so willing to have sex now, when their relationship was on the rocks, but he had waited so long for a chance to ream her that he wasn't going to complain. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped, but Bernard saw that she wasn't quite into it. She was looking away, seeming almost bored, and she was almost dry, like she wasn't turned on by any of this. Bernard, like most men, found women confusing and often contradictory, but Allison was perplexing on a level beyond most women. She was a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in an awesome rack. Allison's body was a curvy vision of femininity. Her skin was soft and tanned, her down catching the sun like gold. Her hair was blonde and thick, the long, straight locks falling to mid-back. Her breasts were a generous C, round and capped with perfect pink areolas, her nipples enticingly thick when erect. Her face was a round, innocent oval with plump pink lips and a smoldering, knowing set of eyes that completely belied the farmgirl-next-door face. Allison was a looker, no doubt about that. Bernard didn't know what she saw in him, an introverted loner who was frankly a little boring. He didn't like parties or clubbing, and spent a lot of time around people who could uncharitably be called nerds. Before he had met Allison, he was trying to muster up the courage to ask out Amanda, a cute, olive-skinned and dark-haired girl who shared his mythology course, but kept thinking she would laugh at him. But then Allison came along, and before he knew it he was her boyfriend, but not really, but yes please we are a couple, just don't touch me, I was kidding here-let-me-rub-your-crotch-but-don't-think- it's-going-to-lead-anywhere. His cock had spent the last month in a frustrated state of arousal. During their frequent 'down' periods when Allison so much as refused to look at him, he had tried to strike up a conversation with Amanda only to have Allison swoop out of nowhere and start playing the perfect girlfriend again. It was very frustrating. He'd break it off, but Allison was every bit as assertive as Bernard was not, and so the state of affairs had continued. Until today, that is, when she had unexpectedly showed up in his dorm room, unzipped his fly, and deep-throated his erect cock without so much as a by-your- leave, not that he was complaining. She had even brought along a sex toy, a cock ring that had been carved out of red stone. Bernard wanted to complain, he wasn't into that sort of thing, but Allison had just hushed him and slid it down his erect, saliva-coated cock. Bernard grunted as he felt his cock grow even more swollen, its head starting to twitch deep in Allison's vagina, his balls pulling tight, and she suddenly turned to look at him, her expression reading not excitement, but rather, expectation. More weirdness out of her! It didn't matter, Bernard thought, as his cock swelled even more. That cock ring was something else, he'd have to try it more often, he had never felt this hard. It felt warm, and seemed to almost pulse. "UUUUUUUUH!!!" He cried, as he unloaded a solid month's worth of jism into Allison, his semen throbbing and pouring, welling up around his cock and seeping out of her vagina. The cock ring seemed to pulse, and a fiery, burning sensation emanated from the base of Bernard's cock. His eyes bulged as he felt a horrible cutting sensation in his groin, he felt like he had been stabbed! The cutting sensation faded away, but now he felt an unfamiliar pulsing in his groin, and the feeling like something hard was wedged in his hips. He tried squeezing his cock muscles, but instead of the expected feeling of his cock twitching in Allison's vagina, he felt unfamiliar muscles in his pelvis squeezing around a foreign hardness. Wide-eyes, looked down and saw an exultant look on Allison's face. She smirked at him and raised her hips a little, and Bernard felt the foreign hardness thrust even deeper into his groin, and his groin spasmed, the unfamiliar muscles twitching and throbbing! Shocked, he pulled himself off of Allison, and felt the uniquely female sensation of a cock sliding out of him, sliding past sensitive nether lips! His eyes bulged again and he nearly passed out when he saw an erect, bobbing cock emerging from between Allison's female thighs. It shone, wet from its recent intrusion. Shone with pussy cream. "you....i..." Bernard stuttered, and looked down. Between his legs, no balls hung, and no cock emerged reassuringly from his groin. Instead, he saw a soft, curving mound, and below it, a slit. A shaking hand descended and rubbed it, and Bernard felt his sensitive labia relay the sensation of being stroked. He spread the mound, and the slick folds parted, revealing the glint of a pink passage behind them. His body relayed the sensation of cool air on his wet, sensitive vagina. His thighs slammed together, the room spinning as his brain tried to process the concept. HE HAD A PUSSY! He fell back heavily on the bed, and watched as Allison got up, seemingly ignoring him, a slender feminine hand stroking her erect shaft. She whispered "Oh yes. It was worth the wait!" "Worth...wait...what?" Bernard stammered. "Hhh---how? Why? What... what did you do to me!" She looked at Bernard, annoyed. "Don't worry... honey. I just thought it might be fun to see life from a different perspective. Haven't you ever wondered what life would be like on the other side of the gender fence?" Bernard stared at her. Was she serious? His mind continued to rebel at the thought of having a pussy. It kept trying to grab the concept, but it was like trying to grab a wet bar of soap. It just kept slipping away. He felt the alien mound twitch between his legs. Allison saw the look on Bernard's face. The cretin just didn't get it. Whatever. She continued lying. "It's only temporary... sweetheart. After a week you'll revert to normal! And in the meantime, we can... experiment!" The thought of inseminating a woman aroused Allison, her cock growing a little more erect, but her disgust at doing so when possessed with her current curvy body deterred her. Oh well, she thought, soon enough. Soon enough. Bernard voice raised. "A week?!? A WEEK?!? NO! CHANGE ME BACK RIGHT NOW!" Allison winced, thinking of the other people in the dorm. "Shut up, you idiot! I can't change you back! The spell takes a week to wear off!" She pulled the red rock cock ring, now gracing her cock, off. She started to dress. "This is the thanks I get? Here I am, giving up something precious to me - " (Yeah right, she laughed inside) " - and what do you do! Yell and scream at me!" she put on her bra, and tucked her new cock into her panties, and started pulling on her white dress. She strode over to the door and opened it, feeling the solid weight of her new equipment swinging between her legs, happier than she had ever been. But she had to make this look good. She put on her angry face, and whirled around. "Screw you, Bernard! Come see me when you've grown a little more mature!" "Wait! Allison! W-" The door to his dorm room slammed shut, leaving him alone in the room. He hung his head, confused, upset and feeling more alone than he had ever been before. Tears stung his eyes, and his head drooped, the tears sliding down his cheeks, dripping off his chin, and onto his belly, where they slid down to his new female mound. *** Allison's angry voice, and the sound of the slamming door echoed through the hall of the co-ed dorm, reaching all the way to the end of the hall. Behind the door there, Amanda, who was in her room, lying on her bed reading, peered over her book, a graceful eyebrow raising. It Looked like Bernard was on the outs with his girlfriend again. She sighed, thinking of the good looking, lanky boy. He seemed like such a nice guy. A couple of times it seemed like he might actually ask her out, but then his current psycho girlfriend had entered the picture. Amanda didn't understand Allison. She had actually asked her - Amanda - if she wanted to go out with her! Amanda was a bisexual, but something about Allison, despite her amazing, smoking body, set off too many red flags. So she had refused, saying she was straight and that sex with other women wasn't anything she cared to try for, ever. The refusal hadn't sat well with Allison, and soon after, she had started seeing Bernard. Damn! In truth, it had been a long time since Amanda got laid, not since she had said a teary farewell to her lesbian lover in high school. There had been a few guys since, then, and one woman, but they all turned out to be flashes in the pan, the men only good for satisfying her occasional craving for cock, and the woman was too insecure to form any lasting relationship. Bernard, however, was different. She sensed something truly good in him, and he was very attractive. His dark hair was frequently tousled, and he had a broad back and shoulders. Everybody on the hall agreed that Bernard, though shy, was a really nice guy. The women appreciated his sensitivity and good grace, the men knew he was a stand-up guy who could be counted on. Unfortunately these traits worked against him as far as relationships were concerned, most of the girls here were were inexperienced in love, and looked for assertive, exciting boyfriends, not stable or sensitive ones. Amanda, however, was a bit more perceptive than most, and recognized the excellent qualities Bernard would provide as a steady boyfriend. And so she had continued to hope that he would ask her out, laying down the usual female hints that, as usual, were not picked up by the oblivious man. She sighed again, laying her book down onto her breasts, her mound starting to twitch, her slit moistening. He really was a sexy boy. Her hand crept down between her thighs, rubbing her mound through her pants, feeling the twitch and throb of her vagina responding to the touch, her labia swelling, her little bud emerging from underneath its hood, coming out to play! And too bad Allison was such a bitch. She'd do her, too. She rubbed her mound harder, and in her hips, she felt her vagina swell with arousal, its walls becoming slick. She sighed, wishing she had more than just her hand to spread her inner walls, and thought, life was unfair. *** Some time passed before Bernard came back to himself. He glanced at his bed clock and saw that it was almost time for his next lecture. He thought about skipping it, but it was for a particularly difficult subject. Although the alien, foreign slit between his legs continued to terrify and paralyze him, his inner pragmatism reasserted itself. "It's only a pussy... half the population have them... c'mon guy, you can do this. It's only for a week!" A *week*, his mind shrieked! He ruthlessly quashed the thought. He had to live his life, he needed these grades, his scholarship depended on it! Engineering was a hard degree to obtain, and it required constant focus and work. It certainly wasn't going to wait while he tried to deal with the little 'gift' Allison had forced upon him. He got up from the bed and pulled the sweaty t-shirt off his head, and cast around for some clean clothing, starting with something to hide the curving alien mound between his legs! He could smell it, the smell of an aroused female sex, rising from its still sticky folds. Having it was a weird sensation. With his cock, when it was soft his mind barely paid it any mind, used to its weight and the feeling of it moving when he walked. But his new vagina was a completely different story, his mind was completely unused to it and so even quiescent he could still acutely feel it. It was a very unfamiliar sensation, a vague feeling of emptiness in his hips. It twitched as he thought about what would fill it, and pale-faced, quickly put on a pair of boxers to hide it. A pair of jeans and a button-up shirt followed. He shrugged into his jacket, and looked in his closet mirror. He examined himself closely. It looked like him, and although his crotch lacked its reassuring bulge, it wasn't anything that would make anyone look twice. Or would it? He tried squatting, and the denim pulled against his crotch, clearly outlining a female vulva. His heart raced, despite himself - it was an erotic sight, and he felt a slight twinging in his hips. Damn. He'd have to watch himself when sitting down, and keep his legs together. He gathered his notes and stepped out into the hall, seeing Amanda do the same down the hall. Amanda stepped out from her room, her books piled onto one arm, and she struggled to reach behind her to close her door. It closed with a slam, startling Bernard who looked up the hall just in time to see Amanda loose her grip on her books, causing them and her notes to crash to the floor, and he heard her roundly curse! "Let me help you with that!" Bernard called out and he came to her aid. Amanda smiled. Such a sweet man! "Thanks! I think the prof's trying to kill us, he's heaping so much crap on us. We'll either get our spines crushed from the weight, or slip into a coma from the boredom!" She quipped as she and Bernard gathered up the notes. She couldn't resist casting a glance at Bernard's crotch as he crouched down to help her, and was surprised to see a curving mound instead of a masculine bulge. She shook her head, strange how fabric bunched sometimes. Bernard smiled back. "Damn tenured old coots! I wish I could have their job. Set for life!" He gazed at Amanda's face. She was a second generation Greek girl, and had a long and intelligent face, with dark, warm brown eyes, similar to his own. Her olive skin was marred by a spray of dark freckles, but they added character. He really liked Amanda, she was sharp and intelligent, and not afraid to speak her mind, but at the same time he could sense an innate shyness and vulnerability in her that was very appealing. He handed her the last of her notes, and as he got up, he suddenly smelled the faint odor of a woman's aroused pussy. Shit! "...well, I g-gotta go..." he stammered, and lurched off towards the dorm doors, hoping to Hell Amanda hadn't smelled it! Amanda watched him go, bemused. As he had stood up, she had smelled the odor of an aroused woman come from him. I guess he and Allison were really going at it, she thought sadly. That cunt's smell was all over him. She didn't realize that the cunt's smell was now Bernard's. Bernard stepped out of the dorms and started across the campus towards the study hall. As he walked, he became aware of the inseam of his boxers rubbing gently on the nether lips of his new mound. It felt like a tickling sensation on his new labia, and caused his moist pussy to twitch. He stopped, and tried to tug down his boxers through his pants, and tried walking differently, stiff-legged, then bow-legged, but the only result was to draw curious stares from the other students. Flushed, he continued on, the tickling turning into an irritation, as his vagina twitched spasmodically. He couldn't even walk without running into 'female difficulties'! He made it to the lecture hall and slumped into a seat, sighing in relief. *** Allison was alone in her dorm room. Yes, she thought, yes!! It was all working as the witch said! She had the most important part now, his cock and balls! Their reassuring weight were gently nestled in her panties, and it felt so good, so right! With this, she could complete the transformation whether Bernard wanted to or not. Poor Bernard, she thought, as she stroked her cock. It's not your fault. I wasn't meant to be a woman, and you're just the poor sap who drew the lightning. Now that she had his cock, she could proceed with the next steps. The words of the witch came back to her. "Once you have his male parts, dearie, it becomes a simple matter! Once per day, you must tease forth his male essence, and drink it! Every day you do that, a part of his masculinity will be yours! Within a sevenday, you will be a complete male, and then you must lock the spell, by spilling the male essence one more time, into the dear girl's cunny!" Allison grinned as she recalled the witch's evil laugh. She pulled the cock ring out, and idly flipped it in her fingers. What an amazing item. After she had completed the transformation, she would have to see about selling it. She was certain that there were other women in this world who despaired about ever being able to thrust a hard cock into a soft, yielding mound! Allison looked at her packed bags. She figured she could bullshit Bernard for perhaps another day or two, but then the jig will be up. But she won't be here anymore. She had already made reservations with a motel, where she planned to spend the rest of the week completing the ritual. Then she would return, and fill Bernard's pussy with her seed, making his body forever hers! Her cock twitched and started to swell as she thought about it. Enough introspection, she thought as she stroked her new cock, which started to pleasurably swell. Oh god, she thought, this was heaven. She loved the feeling of getting hard as much as she detested the feeling of getting wet. But she laughed, and thought, it's Bernard's lot now - as he was going to find out! Her cock became fully erect, and she placed the talisman, the cock ring, over the hard shaft, pressing it to the bottom. She then started to pump her cock with gusto! *** Bernard fidgeted in the classroom, trying to keep his focus on the droning teacher below. He had picked one of the 'nosebleed' seats, unwilling to let himself be surrounded by a hundred of his fellow students. Not right now. But even in the nosebleed section, he found himself flanked, a guy on one side, a girl on the other. Like him, they were focusing on the droning of the teacher, trying hard not to lose focus. He shifted his hips, his thoughts returning again to the moist slit between his legs. How the Hell did Allison pull it off? He tried, but it was very hard to ignore the soft emptiness of his new mound. He flexed his 'cock' muscle again, and felt his vagina twitch, the alien sensation filling him with dread. He tried hard to concentrate on the teacher again. He shifted his hips irritably as he felt his vagina twitch again. C'mon, he thought, focus! His canal twitched again, and Bernard was unaware that moisture had formed on his inner walls, his new canal becoming slick! Another twitch echoed through his hips, and he shifted his hips again. Inside his jeans, between his male thighs, the female arousal continued unabated, his male mind still not understanding the alien sensations. The droning continued while slowly, his little hood pulled back, Bernard's pink clit emerging, swollen and round. His labia started to swell, and they parted slowly, the slit between them moistening as his honey started to flow down his new female passage. A pleasurable throb suddenly distracted Bernard, who stared confusedly at his groin. What was going on? It throbbed again, and Bernard felt a curious wet sensation between his legs as his female cream started to ooze out. Shit, was he peeing his pants? "...unh," he moaned quietly, drawing a sidelong glance from his neighbours, as his pussy suddenly throbbed hard! More female lubricant slid out between his swollen nether lips and spotted his boxers. Enough of this, he was going to find out what was going on. He stammered apologies as he got up and gathered his things, his pussy contracting pleasurably again. As he made his way past the girl on his side, she wrinkled her nose, smelling a wet, aroused vagina. She stared at the guy leaving the room. Naaaaah... Allison grunted as her hand blurred, pumping up and down her thick shaft! Wow! The sensation was incredible! The purple head was completely swollen, and precum oozed from the tip. She started to imagine her thick cock penetrating Bernard's soft, wet pussy, and her eyes rolled up into her head as she moaned in pleasure. Her hand dipped down, cupping her heavy, jism-filled balls. Bernard reeled, trying to make his way down to the bathroom, his pussy sending wet waves of heat through his body as it throbbed. "Are you all right man?" a concerned student asked him, and Bernard had to restrain a moan before answering. "I'm fine..." he said, leaning against the wall, his vagina clenching wetly. "Just a little tired!" The student gave Bernard a sidelong glance before continueing down the hall, and Bernard, moaning, bolted into the men's washroom, relieved to find it empty. His pussy throbbed wetly, his inner walls lathered with female juices, waiting and wanting a cock to wrap around! He felt an aching emptiness in his hips, and became horribly aware of what his body was doing. He wasn't getting hard, getting ready to spread his seed. He was soft and wet, receptive, ready to accept spurting male cum! The thought made his gorge rise. He locked himself into a stall, and tore down his pants, revealing his wet, feminine mound. He sat down, shaking, parting his thighs, causing the alien sensation of his labia to popping open, revealing the pearly cream trickling from his aroused, engorged vagina. His clit was painfully swollen and starting to tingle, and his vagina continued to throb and flex, as if contracting around an imaginary penis. He gasped and moaned as his juices trickled over his sensitive lips and started to drip into the bowl, not knowing how to deal with the alien pleasure. Allison grunted furiously as her balls tightened against her soft skin. So close! She leaned forward as far as she could, her erect cock aimed straight at her face, and she opened her mouth. Her jism suddenly burst out of the head of her penis, spraying in long ropes onto her face! She adjusted it, and the cum started spraying into her mouth. She swallowed greedily, the hot, salty nectar sliding down her throat. Bernard's face suddenly tensed, as his felt his pussy suddenly clench, squeezing out more pussy juice as his clit started to tingle madly. He jammed his hand into his mouth and bit down as he felt the pleasure crest, and then his pussy was releasing, thumping and flexing between his legs, as he reached his first female orgasm! "Nuh...nuh...nuh!" he whimpered around his hand, as he felt his canal contracting, the labia twitching as his cream slipped out, dripping off his swollen folds. His body shook in time to the rythmic thumpings between his legs, as his mind reeling from the unfamiliar sensations! He sighed as he felt the thumping die down. Oh my god, he thought, was that what a female orgasm feels like? No wonder they were always screaming when they came. But what the Hell? Why had it suddenly come out of the blue like that? He removed his hand from his mouth, blood welling up from the bite marks. He gazed between his legs at his soaked mound, and was startled to see his skin suddenly change color, smoothing and changing into a tanned color, his body hair pulling back into his skin with a tingling sensation! Allison wiped the jism off her face, and licked her fingers, trying to catch ever drop. She smiled as she felt her skin coarsen, her body hair suddenly becoming darker and thicker. Feminine fat suddenly flowed away and vanished, and her body acquired a more masculine profile. Bernard stared, wide-eyed, as his skin noticeably plumped and smoothed, adding curves and roundness where there was none before! Disbelievingly, he rubbed his hands over his softening body. It felt like he was stroking a girl's skin, but he could feel his hands roaming over his body with a sensitivity he never had before. He felt a tickling sensation, and watched as his coarse pubic hair suddenly sparsened and lightened, becoming a triangle of soft blonde curls. He rubbed his face, feeling the soft skin and female down of a woman. There was no sign of his five o'clock shadow. Behind the fabric of his t-shirt, his nipples pinkened, and wide areola formed around them. "No...no!" He whispered. He had changed again! Oh god, what was happening! Allison... she must have done something! He sat for a couple of minutes, stock still, until he was convinced that no further changes were going to happen. He didn't know where Allison was now, but after class he would go back to the dorms and wait for her. Enough of this! He was going to put an end to this! He cleaned up as best he could, grimacing at the feeling of toilet paper rubbing his sensitive mound. As he walked back to class, he could still feel a slippery, sliding sensation between his legs from the leftover honey in his canal. His boxers rubbed against his still swollen nether lips. They were both extremely foreign sensations, and made his heart clench in fear that he might be feeling them for the rest of the week! Bernard rejoined the classroom, slipping into his seat, lost in thought. He tried to focus on the teacher again, but he was distracted by the girl next to him. Girls smelled very nice, he had decided long ago, and she was no exception. He breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of her, the subtle mix of feminine odors causing his pussy to twitch and throb as it received the confusing male signal to harden and come erect. He smelled again, casting a sidelong glance at her seat. And stared. She wasn't there. He flushed. Fuck! He raised a soft, tanned arm and smelled. It was him! He smelled like a girl! Screw the lecture. He gathered his things and left to seek out Allison. The guy next to him closed his eyes, caught up in a sexy daydream... he could swear he could smell his girlfriend's pussy! *** Bernard walked back to the dorms, his nether lips starting to feel raw from all the rubbing. He understood now why women wore panties. The softness of his new skin was distracting, he never realized how coarse his clothing was. His nipples were becoming as raw as his pussy lips. Angrily he stalked to Allison's room, and knocked on the door, hard. "Allison!" He rapped again. "Allison!" In Bernard's room, down the hall, Allison heard Bernard shout. Showtime, she thought, and started twisting and pulling at her eyelashes. The pain started her tears flowing. "She's not there, dude," a student in the room across the hall called out through the open door. "I saw her leave like a couple minutes ago." "Shit" Bernard said under his breath. He returned to his room, and walked in. Allison was there, head bowed, sobbing. She was dressed in a long-sleeved, clingy shirt, a short skirt, and tights. Her new equipment caused a slight bulge to tent her skirt. "Allison!" Bernard cried angrily, the door slamming behind him. "What the fuck just happened! Are you screwing around more?" His voice rose. "I fucking told you I didn't want to be a woman! Change us back, NOW!" "I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED!" Allison wailed, sobbing into her hands. "Look at me! I look like a hairy ape!" She pulled back the sleeve of her shirt, and Bernard saw coarse masculine hair. He stared at her, seeing where she had hidden her new 5-o'clock shadow with face cream. Bernard wilted, his resolve vanishing as quickly as his earlier female orgasm had brought it. He slid awkwardly next to Allison and put his soft, cream-colored arm around her shoulders. He gently hugged her. "I must have messed up the spell," she sniffled. "I only wanted us to switch our parts, but I think it's doing a little more." She turned to Bernard, her shining eyes captivating him. "I'm so sorry Bernard." "Uh...it's okay," Bernard said. "Spells are... tough? I don't know anything about them. Is there any way to reverse this before the week is up? Can't you talk to whoever taught you this?" "No..." she said. "I'm pretty much self-taught." A stroke of inspiration came to her, and inside, she grinned wickedly. "But I know someone who can help!" "Really? Who?" Bernard said, hope rising in his chest. You stupid fool, Allison thought, I'm already looking forward to making you squeal when I finish the spell! Her cock started to harden under her skirt, and she rushed on. "She's an old spinster my family knows. She's very wise, and I know she knows something about magic. "But she's very reclusive. She'll only see me, and she lives a day or so away. If I leave now, I think I can have this stopped by tomorrow!" Allison smiled at Bernard. Oh thank god, Bernard thought. One more day. I can do this, just one more day. He hugged Allison, relieved, but then suddenly stopped in shock as he felt a hand rub his smooth crotch, and his pussy answered with a pleasurable throb! He jerked back from Allison, staring at the openly predatory look on Allison's face, and the tent on her skirt. In spite of himself, the sight of Allison's covered cock caused his pussy to throb again, and start to moisten. Allison looked at Bernard's horrified face, and laughed inside. Not yet, she thought, not yet! But soon. But it was fun to play with him. She put on a disappointed face, and said "Awww. Is it really that horrifying?" she tugged on her skirt, causing her massive erection to be revealed, swaying between her legs. Bernard started at it, his pussy twitching as it swelled and lubricated, his cream starting to ooze down his canal. Oh no way. No way was that thing going inside of him. The thought horrified him, but the spell linked his body to hers, and his arousal matched hers, his bud swelling and peeking out from beneath its pink hood, his labia swelling and parting! "It's okay Bernard," she said. "I can tell I'm not wanted. I'll go now. Hopefully by tomorrow we'll both be free of this." She pouted. "I'm suffering too, you know!" Standing up, she grabbed one of Bernard's heavy textbooks, holding it in front of her, hiding her erection. "'Bye Bernard," she said curtly. She stalked out of Bernard's room, and relieved, Bernard watched her go, the door closing behind her. The smell of a girl anxious for some cock rose from his groin, and he nearly broke down. Just a little more... just a bit longer. He crawled into his bed and lay there, trying to ignore the dying throbs and twitches as his pussy disappointingly relaxed. Allison returned to her room, and threw the textbook into a corner. What a maroon. This was too easy. That bit about a witch was inspired, she thought as she grabbed her suitcase and things. That would allow her to disappear for the few remaining days necessary to complete the ritual, and then she could return to finish the job. The thought of Bernard on his back, screaming and squealing as she penetrated her soft mound, made her cock stiffen again and she stroked it, thinking, oh yes, very soon... Back in Bernard's room, he whimpered as he felt his pussy engorge again, his nether lips parting slightly, a pearly drop of his cream flowing down his thigh. *** Amanda watched as Allison drove off in her little green Hyundai. Where was she going? She had watched her place a suitcase and a travel bag into the back, her breasts quivering from the effort. Watching Allison's body jiggling had made Amanda's pussy moisten, and she felt her nipples tent out her babydoll. Really, it was too bad she was such a bitch, because that was a fine body. She indulged in a bit of fantasizing... yes... Allison's body truly would be a joy to suck and fuck! Her pussy engorged, and she flushed. Damn! Those two sure pushed her buttons. As she watched the taillights of Allison's car disappear into the night, she wondered again what she was up to. It was the middle of the week, courses were still ongoing. She bit her nail, wondering how to best take advantage of her absence. (Seduce and fuck Bernard) She tensed, warmth flooding her groin. No! Bad libido, bad! She forced herself to relax, and felt her pussy release and pulse weakly. What was it about that guy that made her want to jump his bones so bad? A strange image popped into her head, of Bernard's face on Allison's body, and she moaned as her pussy tightened and grew even warmer. One of her hands rose to her chest to tweak and pull at her thick brown nipples, while the other dipped between her thighs, rubbing her erect clit with brisk strokes. Her moaning turned into a panting, and soon she was screaming into her pillow as her vagina throbbed and pulsed around her buried hand, her canal flooding her fingers with cream. Oh god, she thought, those two were going to drive her mental! *** Hours later, Bernard stirred underneath the sheets, his body slick with sweat, the remnants of a horrible nightmare still clinging to him. He felt the sheets move over his soft, sensitive skin and felt the emptiness between his thighs, and realized that the nightmare was all too real. He wanted to go back to sleep, but his soft belly rumbled, and he realized he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. The late night cafeteria would still be open, offering sandwiches to those students studying late, so he roused himself and got out of bed. As he did, her felt how sticky his crotch was. He grimaced in disgust and resolved to take a shower after he ate. We walked down the hall, wincing as his boxers rubbed against his poor, aggravated mound. He'd have to do something about that. He bought a couple sandwiches at the cafeteria, then started to walk back. Looking up, he saw his friend Allan coming down the hall, a big grin on his face. He tried not to scowl, but the last thing he wanted to do was talk to anybody, least of all Allan. Though a nice guy at heart, he was often brash, sometimes crude, and best interacted with when one was not exhausted from the problems of suddenly acquiring female genitalia. "Bernard! My man! Salutations!" Allan cried. "Been a while!" "Yeah, since yesterday," Bernard replied sourly. "How's it going?" "Awesome, man! You know that chick Felicia? I just totally plowed her!" Bernard winced, but oddly, his vagina twitched. "She's such a great lay! She moaned and screamed man, she was totally begging for it!" His pussy twitched again, and he could feel it moisten! "When I speared her juicy mound, I thought she would break my back with her legs!" His pussy throbbed, hard, as if it itself had been speared! "Y-yeah, that's great Allan. Listen, I gotta go. Studying, ya know?" Bernard stammered as his pussy continued to moisten. "Aw man, that sucks, well see ya," Allan said. "Oh wait! You know that chick you like, what's her face, Anita, Anny..." "Amanda?" "Yeah, that's it! She was totally creaming in her room just now!" Bernard sweated and felt dizzy and flushed. His pussy throbbed again. "Creaming?" "Yeah, you know, getting it on with herself! I could hear her moaning through the door, she was really going at it!" Bernard thought about Amanda, lying in bed, a slender hand moving through the dark curls of her bush, parting labia wet with moisture, and delving deep into her creaming passage. The thought was extremely erotic, and Bernard could feel his groin ripple as it became wet! "W-wow," Bernard said. "Yeah, isn't that something! If she wasn't such a bookish nerd, I'd put the moves on her," Allan said. "I'd better go too, Felicia's a hungry one. Least her pussy's not hungry, leastwise not after the pint of Allan I put in her!" Bernard's own pussy throbbed wetly, aching to be filled as well. "See ya!" Bernard watched Allan go, willing his tense, tight pussy to relax. It was oozing cream, spotting his boxers. He started walking back to his room, aware again of the slippery, sliding sensation of female arousal between his soft thighs, the boxers actually contributing to the arousal by rubbing the engorged lips. He passed by the laundry room, and an idea struck him, and he peered in. As usual, about half or so of the machines were in use. Hampers and laundry bins sat nearby, unattended except for a guy who was slouching in one of the seats, head thrown back, eyes closed, a walkman blaring away in his ears. Bernard scoped the dryers, and saw one with a bra pressed against the glass. Perfect. Bernard nonchalently stepped in, opened the dryer and snatched three panties from it in quick succession, stuffing them into the pocket of his pants. He returned to his room, and sighed in relief. Good. Nobody had seen him. He felt like a pervert as he dug them back out of his jeans, and took a look at them. White cotton with red hearts. Pink satin. A lacy, frilly pair of black silk. All three in a french cut. He sighed. Could anything be further than his comfortable boxers? At least they weren't thongs. His pussy twitched between his legs, and he pulled off his jeans, revealing his boxers, a wet spot on the front. He pulled that off too, revealing his wet mound and its triangle of soft blonde curls. The rest of his clothes followed in quick succession, and he shrugged on his bathrobe, grabbed his shower basket and headed to the common showers. It was a relief to not feel his boxers rubbing anymore, but he could still feel the alien slipperiness. His pussy disappointingly relaxed, his clit burrowing back underneath its hood, his labia shrinking and folding back over his moist passage. Bernard slipped into the hot shower, sighing in relief. The hot water seemed to soothe him, cleansing away all his care and worries, making him even forget, for a moment, of curving slit between his legs. He winced, and turned down the heat. His smooth, cream-colored skin was far more sensitive to the heat. He soaped himself up, trying to ignore what soaping up his soft, smooth skin felt like. He hesitated, but it had to be done. Best be quick - he quickly soaped the area between his thighs, aware simultaneously of his hand sliding over a cleft female mound, and of a hand sliding over his sensitive pussy, rubbing his labia, causing his vagina to twitch. His hand lingered on his slit, and almost without him realizing he was doing it, he applied pressure. His female folds were still slick from his earlier arousal, and the finger glided right in. He gasped in shock at the alien sensation of penetration, but didn't pull out. He leaned again against the shower wall, taking in the sensation much like one would tongue a broken tooth. It felt so wrong, but it was pleasurable, and he could feel his vagina gently twitching and squeezing his finger. His finger felt warmth and wetness and the incredible softness of a woman's inner passage. Gently he started to move his finger, and gasped as his pussy suddenly tightened in pleasure! There was a spot - yes, right there - where the pleasure seemed to be magnified. "It must be my g-spot..." he whispered, wondering. He gently slid another finger past his folds, which were now wet with something other than water, and started to scissor and and curl them, stroking that sweet inner spot. His pussy was trembling and clenching, and he moaned in pleasure. He felt a new sensation, something small but hard that was swollen, begging for attention. His other hand left the nipple it had been caressing and moved down, and gasped again as the questing fingers encountered the swollen nub of his clit. Gently, in time to the dancing of the fingers inside his vagina, he started to rub it. The pleasure, a hot liquid sensation, flooded his hips and his back arched. His nipples erected on his hairless chest, and he couldn't stop moaning. God he hoped nobody could hear him. He knew he should stop, it was wrong, but he couldn't - his body was calling the shots now. His pussy started to to tense and cramp, and his rubbing increased. Then suddenly it happened, and it was still so different than anything Bernard imagined, very different from the male orgasm he was used to. The cramping rose until his pussy tensed, and Bernard could feel his fingers seized in a wet, velvet grip. The pleasure was incredibly intense, and Bernard had to apply every ounce of his willpower to stop himself from screaming! Instead of a spurting cum, his pussy started to quiver, throbbing and kneading his fingers while waves of pleasure washed over his body. He could feel the wet, sucking motion around his fingers as he came hard, and then they were suddenly wet as female juices flooded his flexing, thumping vagina! He trembled and moaned as the pleasurable throbs died off, and he pulled his fingers out. Even in the shower he could smell his female arousal. Bernard sighed. It had felt good, but he felt guilty. Perversely, he didn't really think of the vagina as his, but rather Allison's. As a result he felt like he had taken advantage. Also, as pleasurable as it was, it didn't feel right, and worse, he still felt horny. His pussy was still wet and swollen, begging for more attention. Irritated, he turned the hot water off, and gasped as the water quickly became freezing cold. But it had the desired effect. He rinsed, and toweled down. He was happy there wasn't anyone else using the showers at this late hour. While it was easy enough to conceal his curving mound, his smooth, tanned skin, so brazenly exposed, would draw comments from the other men on the floor who knew him. He slipped on his bathrobe again and returned to his room, feeling almost normal for once. He locked his door, and slid between his sheets, aware of a complete exhaustion. Sleep claimed him almost at once, his last thoughts, One more day... *** He was between Amanda's legs, and she was squealing in pleasure as he thrust into her hard, his cock driving deep between her slick folds! One of her brown nipples disappeared into his hungry mouth, and she moaned, "Oh god... Oh god! Oh! Oh!" His cock swelled inside her contracting pussy, his balls tightened against his crotch, and he started to feel his jism thunder up his shaft... Bernard opened his eyes, panting. What a dream! His cock was still erect... inside his hips? The events of the last day landed on his mind like a hammerstroke, and he threw back the covers, revealing cream-colored, soft skin. Between his legs, he could see a wet female mound! It wasn't an erect cock he was feeling, but an engorged vagina, its walls coated in pussy cream. His cleft was oozing his juices between his thick, parted labia, and they had run into the crack of his ass, forming a wet spot on his sheets. He moaned as his vagina throbbed again, and he cupped his mound, trying to stop the aching, empty feeling between his legs, a huge contrast to the throbbing hardness of his dream! Allison stared at the morning light out of her motel window, grunting as her hand blurred up and down her thick cock, and ropes of semen burst out! She aimed her spurting cock at her mouth again, and drank eagerly of the jism. "U...U...UMMMFFFFFFF!!!" Bernard had just enough time to clutch a pillow to his face as his back arched and he came, his slick folds throbbing and pulsing, his cream flowing freely out between his thighs, enlarging the wet spot on his bed! His wet labia pulsed and twitched, his swollen, pearly bud tingling as his canal flexed and contracted, desperately seeking a male member to coax make jism out of, and fertilize the dark inner recesses of his womb! He panted as the flexing and throbbing died down. God, what an alien feeling. And so messy! As pleasurable as it was, it was too foreign a sensation to his male mind. He couldn't wait to return to his normal self. A sudden stab of fear caused him to bolt upright, anxiously surveying his sweaty body and the wet, relaxing mound between his legs. For several minutes he waited, and with a sigh of relief, he saw no change. Then why had he came? He flushed. The dream, of course. While his female mound was unwanted, his male mind was still aroused by it. Allison stared at her body. Why wasn't it changing! No! She was so close! Then she breathed a sigh of relief, and smacked her forehead. The talisman! She had forgotten to don the cock ring! Fuck! She glanced at the clock. She was spent now, but she'd do it again later. And this time, properly. Bernard's body would be hers! Bernard glanced at his clock. Good, he hadn't slept the morning away. He had another lecture that morning, and he didn't plan on missing it, misplaced cock or not. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and got off, his wet mound leaving a trail of wetness on the sheets. He cleaned himself up, and then looked at the panties that he had left on his desk last night. He dismissed the pink satin and black lacy panties as being slightly too girly, even given the circumstances, and picked up the white cotton panties with red hearts. He stepped into them and pulled them up, the soft fabric gliding over his soft skin. He pulled them up over his hips and the panty gusset clung to his mound, outlining it. He looked at himself in the mirror. Just looking at them, one would be hard-pressed to guess they were covering a man, just a thin-hipped woman. It felt comfortable, too comfortable. But then it was doing what it was designed to do. The thought made him uncomfortable, and he cast around for the rest of his clothes. He pulled on a pair of jeans, and threw on a shirt, and looked again. Not bad. He wiggled his hips, and walked around. Good! The panty was doing its job, protecting his soft, sensitive pussy. Hopefully he'd only have to wear these for the rest of today. He wondered how his balls would come back. He hoped it wouldn't arrive with a female orgasm, he'd had enough of those already. He felt a gentle twitch in his hips at the thought. He gathered his things, shrugged on his coat, and left the room to begin the day. As he left, he ran into Amanda, who was also on her way to a class. "Good morning Bernard!" she said brightly, smiling. Bernard drank in her beauty before replying "Heya Amanda. Off to your mythology class?" He thought about what Allan said last night, and the image of Amanda flat on her back moaning came to him. He flushed and felt his pussy clench, and drove the thought from his mind. They chatted together as they walked through the green, the sexual tension thick between them. With some regret they both parted for their separate classes, moist pussies twitching between both their legs. *** Electric fields again. Uh. One of the most boring classes you could take on this campus, Bernard thought, though he suspected some of the liberal arts ones could be worse. Maybe if the professor actually gave a damn, but once tenured most professors saw teaching as a burden to be borne during actual research, and put little to no thought or enthusiasm into it. Bored, he fidgeted, wiggling his hips, and flexing his cock muscle. A muted twitch between his hips answered him, and he sighed. What *was* taking Allison so long? Miles away, Allison turned off the TV and gently stroked her cock. Ah, yes... it started to engorge with a pleasing, swelling sensation. Time to go again! Bernard left the Fields class in a throng of his fellow students, and wondered what to do. He had hours before his afternoon lab. Normally he'd just return to his room and work on his homework, but he was feeling nervous and antsy. A feeling of doom had just settled about him, and he wondered, again, what Allison was doing. He idly glanced outside the building windows to the quad, where a public bus was just pulling up. Perhaps some lunch downtown, and a visit to the bookstore, would help him keep him mind off things. He felt his vagina twitch again, and he absently wiggled his hips. Allison gazed in wonder, and lust, at the swelling python between her legs. God she loved it! She continued to stroke the velvet shaft, and tug and pinch on its head, enjoying the slow arousal. Bernard ran toward the bus, hoping to reach it before it pulled out. Nothing reminded him so much of his loss than running did, the feeling of his penis and balls shaking as he ran was now completely absent. Instead, he felt his pussy twitch again, but focused on the bus he didn't notice the subtle but very foreign swelling between his legs as his vagina began to engorge, lengthening and straightening to provide a man's cock access to his fertile belly! Moisture began to form inside his hips, to ease the way. Allison's cock was rock hard now, erect and bobbing before her eyes. She wondered what part it was going to be now. She hoped it was the breasts, she couldn't wait to be rid of them! She took the talisman, lubricated with a bit of baby oil, and slid it down her shaft, where it nestled above her heavy balls. She resumed slowly stroking her cock. She wanted to take this nice and slow. This close to noon, the bus was filled to capacity, and Bernard was forced to stand. It pulled out of the Quad and started to leave the campus. Bernard's male mind was still divorced from the subtleties of his feminizing body, so he wasn't aware of his moistening pussy, and still unrecognizant of what the subtle, but frequent twitching of his canal meant. Deep within him, the beads of moisture started collecting, and pussy cream started to coat the back of his birth canal. Bernard looked around, scoping out his fellow students. His eyes swept past a fellow engineering student, dismissed a pimply comp sci, and raised an eyebrow in contempt at the double mohawk on what was likely a fine arts student before settling on an attractive coed. She had long, dark hair, and her slim hips and small breasts were packaged attractively in tight jeans and camisole. He wondered what she would be like in bed, and felt a pleasurable throb in his hips. He flushed. Jeez, what was he thinking? It's not like you've got equipment you can use on her, you moron! He felt the throb again, and behind the soft fabric of his panty, his bud emerged from its hood, smoothly round and swollen. His vagina was now slick with arousal, and his swollen labia were becoming moist. Allison stopped stroking her erect penis, and started to pump, feeling the throbbing of the hot monster in her hands, her balls rising up and down in her other hand as she did. She thought about the hot jism trapped in her nuts, waiting to emerge, and moaned in pleasure. A drop of precum appeared. Bernard felt flushed and sweaty. He tried to take his mind off of sex by reading the advertisements posted in the bus, but he was now terryifying aware of the swollen, yet empty, feeling between his legs, and the constant throbbing! Oh god, what was going on! It suddenly clicked. Allison! She must have finally found out how to reverse the spell! He felt a shocking sensation of wetness as female cream slid out between his swelling, parting labia and spotted the gusset of his panties. Oh man, it looked like his balls would be coming back along with another fucking female orgasm! He closed his eyes as another pleasurable throb emerged between his legs. He felt he didn't have very long. He reached out and pulled the stop cord. Allison was panting, her hand pumping, and had to stop for a minute. Her arm ached! But then, she thought with amusement, she had been doing a lot of snake wrangling lately. She shook her arm, and thought that soon, she'd be letting a woman's pussy do the work of massaging and stroking her cock! The thought made her start pumping again. The sooner she'd have a full body, the sooner she could return to the campus and show Bernard what a woman's lot really involved. Bernard stepped off the bus, and watched it leave, his pussy throbbing between his legs. He looked around, and saw a small strip mall nearby. He started walking quickly towards it, the motion of his thighs causing his labia to smear more juices onto the gusset of his panties, and a thin line of his dew was now decorating the soft fabric. The throbbing continued, unabated, and slowly, imperceptibly, his ass began to swell and round. In addition to the wet feeling, Bernard felt the sliding, slippery feeling that aroused women felt when they walked, and he grimaced, but he had no time to waste. Bernard reached the strip mall, and looked around for the washrooms. There! He quickly walked towards them, unaware that his engorging ass was now pushing against the rear of his jeans, which were slowly tightening. He reached the restroom doors and was about to enter the men's when it suddenly opened, and startled he stepped back as a man stepped out. He bumped against the wall, and his eyes widened in shock. The man said "Excuse me" and moved on, but Bernard didn't hear him. He was still processing the feeling that his ass had contacted the wall before his back had, bumping into it softly, as if a pillow were wrapped around his hips! He looked behind him, and saw that his back was curving into a rounded, swollen behind! Allison grunted as she felt her orgasm approach. Below her, her swollen female ass was slowly deflating, losing fat and becoming hard and muscular. Her balls pulled tight against her crotch, and so much precum was emerging from her cock it was flowing like lava down the shaft, lubricating her hand and adding to the incredible sensations she was feeling. On her chest, the areola of her nipples suddenly shrunk in size, the nipples themself becoming smaller and more masculine! Bernard moaned has his pussy clenched, hard, and more cream slipped out, forming a wet oval on the gusset of his panties. He'd have to investigate his ass later, right now, he needed some privacy, and fast! He stepped into the bathroom, his swollen ass jiggling behind him, swelling even more, his jeans now incredibly tight around him. He stepped into the single stall, and felt his pussy clench wetly, his panties saturated with his girl's honey, while his bud starting to tingle! Oh god! Behind his shirt, his areola thickened, and his nipples erected, enlarging and thickening into female nubs, the kind that men loved to lick and suck! Bernard struggled to undo his pants, even as his pussy throbbed and pulsed sensually, the gusset of his panties receiving even more of his cream. "UH!" His hips suddenly jerked, causing his hands to slip off the button. "Fuck!" He tried again, but then "UH!" his hips jerked again! The seat of his pants stretched even further with each jerk, his ass growing rounder and more swollen! Allison's eyes rolled back, riding the approaching crest of her male orgasm. She didn't see her breasts lose a cup in size, shrinking from a generous C to a B, and didn't register the tickling sensation as her hair lost an inch in length, and subtly darkened in color from her wheat gold to a more chestnut brown. She groaned in utter pleasure as she felt her balls churn, jism flowing from them into the base of her cock, which swelled from the sheer force of the cum rocketing into it! Bernard struggled to open the jeans, but the button was pulled tight by the pressure in his seat! He didn't notice his hair suddenly acquire an inch in length, or change from his dark brown to a wheaty gold, softening from a coarse male head of hair to a woman's luxurious locks! He was completely focused on the drama happening between his soft thighs, and didn't notice his chest subtly swell out, his female nipples riding expanding girlflesh as he acquired jiggling A-cup sized breasts! He moaned as the swelling sensation increased, his expanding ass pulling the fabric of his panties tightly into his soft, creaming mound and he yelped, the erotic sensations overwhelming him! Allison shouted in pleasure as thick ropes of semen burst out from her cock! She dipped her head and drank greedily from the spurting fountain of her malehood, her cock spasming as it poured more and more jism out. Bernard panted frantically, his eyes darting, then moaned as his bud started to tingle, his nipples fully erect and tenting his shirt, his pussy clenching hard! "nnnnn...OH! OH! OH!" he cried out girlishly as his pussy relaxed, and then thumped and throbbed, his slippery canal rippling, pulsing, searching for a male invader to knead and stroke! His hips jerked again, causing his new mounds to jiggle, and a loud ripping sound filled the air as the seat of Bernard's jeans tore, and through the rip white cotton fabric with red hearts could be seen. "UHHH!" Bernard grunted, as his back suddenly arched in, and the rip grew bigger, and with a final jerk of his hips, the seat of his pants completely tore open as a soft, jiggling female ass pushed out, the panties barely containing their rounded magnificence! The creaming mound between his thighs was clearly visible, as was the large wet spot on the fabric covering it! Allison relaxed, licking the cum off her fingers. She got up off the bed, and felt suddenly faint. The stress of the transformation had exhausted her, but she had to see what had happened! She squealed in glee at her hard, masculine ass, admired the change in her hair, and laughed in joy as she hefted her now smaller breasts! Yes, yes, YES! She returned to her bed and prompty fell asleep. Her balls and cock ached, and she knew it would be another day before she could do this again. Bernard stared behind him, one hand slowly rubbing the alien softness of his curving ass. It felt just like Allison's ass, but now he experienced the feeling of a hand stroking his sensitive, generous behind through soft cotton panties. He collapsed onto the toilet seat, his behind cushioning his fall. He laughed hysterically - he didn't have to worry about hard seats in the lecture halls now! He had his own personal pillow! His laughing turned to crying, and he bent his head, tears sliding down his smooth face. Between his legs, his wet folds twitched weakly, the last drops of his honey soaking into his panties. Bernard suddenly froze as he heard the door to the bathroom open. He heard the heavy tread of a man moving to the urinal, and the sound of piss striking porcelain. Bernard remained quiet, and between his legs, he could feel his labia slacken and close, his wet vagina relaxing, his clit burrowing again underneath its pink hood. The cool air of the bathroom emphasized the wetness of his mound, and he shivered. He heard the man outside sniff suddenly, and heard him say, in a bass voice "Excuse me? Miss? You're in the wrong restroom." Miss? He almost started crying again, but instead choked out, "I'm no girl!" The man replied in a startled voice, "Oh! Excuse me then... I thought... never mind!" Bernard heard the sink run for a couple of seconds, and then the man was gone, leaving Bernard alone with his nightmare. No balls, and now, a female ass. Allison was screwing up big time. He should have gone with her! He couldn't stay in here forever, but he had to do something about these jeans. Not to mention clean up. He stood up, and after some trying, managed to get the jeans undone. He pulled them down over his soft legs, revealing his soaked panties. He removed those too, feeling them slide down over his swollen ass, his wet folds twitching in the cool air. He felt his ass again. God, it felt huge! Absolutely enormous! It wasn't, of course, it just felt that way to someone who had lived his life with a tight and toned muscular ass. The layers of fat, the soft, pale rounded flesh was all utterly alien to him. He removed the panties and examined the jeans. The seat was completely torn out, there was no fixing it. What the Hell was he going to do! He couldn't walk around with his ass hanging out like that! Let alone a full, jiggling female ass! He thought for a second, and an idea came to him. He struggled into the jeans again, pulling them over his hips and causing his rounded female ass to pop out behind. He buttoned them up, and could feel the cool air brushing against his naked pussy through the torn rip. He took off his jacket, and tied the arms around his waist, causing the jacket's back to flow down behind him, covering his ass. He looked behind him. Good. It covered both the rip and his fleshy ass. He grabbed the wet panties and stepped out of the stall. As he did, the jacket tied around his waist settled down, pulling his t-shirt, causing the fabric to rub over his new feminine nipples! Bernard gasped as the erotic sensation shot straight to his groin, causing his pussy to clench wetly! He raised a trembling hand to his chest and became aware for the first time of the mild swelling of girlflesh there, his thick pink nipples proudly outthrust, tenting his shirt! He rushed to the mirror, and pulled up his t-shirt, revealing slight cream-colored mounds capped by thick pink nubs, cresting atop 2-inch wide pink, thick disks! OH MY GOOOOOOOOD!!!! Bernard shrieked mentally, but his mouth just soundlessly moved, nothing emerging, his eyes bulging out of his head! I HAVE BREASTS!!! His hand shot down, covering the offending mounds with his shirt. He hyperventilated for a minute, and to his relief the nipples slowly softened, pulling back into the areola, until only a slight impression could be seen on the shirt. He slouched his shoulders forward, and both the slight mounds and nipples vanished completely, though on his chest he could feel the slight weight and jiggle of them. He then received his third shock of the day, and he reeled. He thouched the soft, gold hair on his head, feeling its slinky softness and fullness. Shit! Shit! Shit! Bernard slouched out of the bathroom, his panties left forgotten on the counter. A few mallgoers looked curiously at him, but only because of his posture - and exagerrated slouch, his shoulders bent forward. As Bernard walked, he realized that the feminine sensations of his body had grossly multiplied. Not only now did he have a pussy now, but he could feel a slight jiggle on his chest as he walked, and a very pronounced jiggle behind him in his expanded ass. He felt hip-heavy, the weight of his ass was actually noticeable and pulled him slightly off-balance. Of course, on Allison, it was counterbalanced by heavy, soft breasts - but Bernard did not have those... yet. He felt horribly exposed. Although the jacket did an admirable job of literally covering his ass, it didn't stop the air from swirling around down there, constantly reminding Bernard of the sticky folds on his mound. He stalked outside, and suddenly felt the inseam of his jeans rub his labia, which twitched suddenly! Fuck! The panties! He turned around and slouched back to the bathroom, only to realize, with anger and annoyance, that some filthy pervert had taken them! He blushed, embarrassed, suddenly aware of the irony. Bernard walked back outside to the bus stop that would take him back to the campus. A girl was there, an ipod clutched in a slender hand, humming to herself. Bernard stood a couple feet away from her, and shivered in the cool spring air. Under his shirt, he could feel his nipples suddenly erect, the pink nubs swelling and hardening! Embarrassed, he slouched even further. The wind picked up, and the girl besides Bernard suddenly smelled a wet pussy! She glanced sidelong at the handsome blonde man besides her. He had just gotten some tail, she guessed. She wondered why he wasn't wearing his coat, he seemed to be really cold. Whatever. She wrinkled her nose again at the smell of a female in heat, and she could feel her