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I was doing it. I was finally making out with Brittany. I had a crush on
her for years, a roller coaster of bad flirting and getting pretty close
to closing the deal a couple of times. But here we were. On my bed.
Making out. We had been at it for a while, her 5' 4" frame underneath my
6' 2" body, softly moaning as our tongues quietly fought each other. My
dick was rock hard, 5 inches of pulsating flesh, excited to be finally
holding this little brunette girl. Little did she know that this was all
about to change.
I pulled out my (other) secret weapon, something I had just bought from
that weird store in the mall just a couple of hours before: it was a just
a normal TV remote, or so she thought.
"What is that?" Brittany asked, in between moans as I touched her small
but firm breasts lightly over her black shirt, her tight little body
slowly writhing beneath the force of my hands.
"It's something I picked up this morning," I explained. "The guy at the
counter said it could spice up any romantic encounter." I left out some
of the details.
"Let's try it!"
I nodded excitedly. I aimed it at her and pressed the first button.
"What's happening?" she squealed. I stepped away to admire my handiwork.
Her already-perky breasts were growing larger and larger as I watched.
She moaned softly, hands cupped over the slowly-expanding mounds. Her
tight shirt ripped, chest straining against the elastic material until it
finally tore. After a moment, the process was complete and I helped her
take off her ruined shirt.
"Wow," I said. That's all I really could say. I was staring at the nicest
pairs of breasts I had ever seen, in person that's for sure. They were at
least DD's, with firm, light pink nipples, hanging lightly on her chest.
They looked incredible on her petite body.
"What did you do, Brandon?!" she almost screamed, but the waves of
pleasure she felt made her a lot less angry as I tweaked the newly-
sensitive nipples. "What else can that thing do?"
I thought she would never ask. I pressed the next button and aimed it
towards me. My dick changed, growing longer and longer, dripping precum.
It grew wide too, the veins poking out amidst the jungle of pubic hair,
finally settling at around double the length it once was. It was nearly
shaking on its own in anticipation as Brittany edged closer, on her hands
and knees, her new breasts nearly touching the floor. I almost came right
there and then.
She put my new dick in between her new breasts. I had never felt anything
like it before. Her huge tits enveloped my meaty cock. Her warm mouth
teased the quivering top of it. Before I knew it, I was about to cum, all
over her wonderful chest. But she had other plans.
"What does this button do?" Before I could stop her, she pressed another
button and pointed the remote towards my torso. I began to feel a
tingling in my chest, slow but pleasurable, like that final build up
before climax. Before I realized what was happening, the pleasure
swelling through my entire body, I began to grow breasts. And, not just
any breasts, but perfect breasts. Teardrops, huge, weighing me down,
those same pink nipples that Brittany had were now on my own body. I
looked down, cupping them in my hands. They overflowed, impossibly and
beautifully bigger than Brittany's were now, at least a 36DD. I must have
been quite the sight: my huge, meaty cock, still erect like a tower
beneath these enormous, well-shaped breasts.
Brittany got a hungry look in her eyes and began kissing me forcefully.
Our breasts, jiggling, pressed hard against each other and I felt that
same pleasure course through my entire body. Our nipples rubbed against
each other, brushing past, and she and I moaned at the same time. Did my
voice sound a little girlier? I pushed the thought out of my mind as
Brittany started suckling on my breasts. I had never felt so good. Then
she got another idea, pulling away from me slowly. She pressed another
button and aimed.
This time I changed even quicker than before, a stronger pulse of energy
and pleasure rippling through my body. My hair grew down past my
shoulder, my hips curved inward, and my bones scrunched. I could feel it.
She gasped.
I turned to the mirror behind me and gasped as well. It didn't matter
though because the voice was just as high-pitched as Brittany's had been:
I was a girl. Or, let me rephrase that, I was a shemale. And I was
beautiful.
Brittany couldn't believe it. "You look incredible, Brandon." And I had
to agree, although I didn't look much like a Brandon anymore. My legs
were long and shapely, hips were wide and curvy, and my hair curled down
past my luscious face, almost to my huge piece of manhood. She jumped on
me, grinding her dripping pussy on my rock hard dick. Full lips pressed
against lips, breasts against breasts, and, before I knew it, I forced my
way and I was inside her, pushing every side of her walls, every moment
more pleasurable than the last. We held each other as we both climaxed,
my moans decidedly girly, squeals echoing.
In the heat of the moment I didn't even see her grab the remote and press
another button. Even as I held her, even as I was still dripping inside
her, I felt my huge manhood shrink. I quickly pulled out of her and, even
though my sight was covered up partially by my enormous breasts, I could
see my dick begin to disappear. I screamed, half in pleasure and half in
fear.
Within a moment it was gone, gone beneath the folds of my new genitalia,
my vagina.
My vagina. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was perfect, dripping
wet, waiting for someone, any one, to ravish it. My pubic hair was gone
too, relegated to a thin line leading the eye down to the clitoris. I was
a girl now. No, not a girl.
I was a woman.
My hands instinctively went down to my new pussy, hesitantly massaging my
hands over the top of it, too scared to do anything else. I moved my
right hand to my breast, tweaking the soft nipple while the other one
worked its way down to the new hole. The feeling was almost too much to
bear.
Brittany's eyes lit up like fireworks. Something overtook her and she
rushed at me, rushed at my new pussy, laying her soft hands over the top.
I couldn't even begin to fathom the pleasure I was feeling, waves and
waves washed over my feminine body as Brittany put one finger, then two,
inside of me. Inside of me. I couldn't believe it still, even when she
drew her mouth down to the newest opening on my body and used her tongue
over my long clitoris. I was on fire, gyrating my hips to the rhythm of
her licks. Orgasm after orgasm overtook me but, still, something was
missing. This time I was the one that managed to grab the remote and
aimed it at Brittany's groin.
I heard her gasp and saw her clitoris grow and grow and grow. After only
a few seconds you couldn't even call it a clit anymore...it was a dick. And
my what a dick it was. It was a little bigger than the one I had been
sprouting earlier that evening: thick and veiny, it was almost ten inches
long and probably 2 wide, crowned by an enormous, hairy ball sack, filled
with warm semen, ready for me. And, boy, was I ready.
She was mad. Anger overtook her until she was almost in tears. "What have
you done to me, Brandon?" she wailed. "I have a penis!" She hadn't been
expecting this. And neither had I.
I had never even considered sucking a dick before tonight but my female
hormones were raging. All I could see on Brittany's pretty futanari body
was that glorious piece of manhood. With my new, full, dick-sucking lips,
I clasped my mouth tightly around her penis before she could even process
what was happening. I bobbed, my long hair bouncing along with each trip
down the shaft, my tongue feeling every vein and every piece of skin down
the way. I clasped her huge balls with both of my hands (I needed it) and
held on for the ride. Before I knew it, she emitted a low moan and
whispered, "I'm cumming." Hot, sticky semen erupted into my throat and I
swallowed it up like the thirsty slut I had become. But I wanted more.
I stood up, pressing my tits again to hers, feeling the electricity
course between us. I leaped up into her arms and straddled her. She was a
lot stronger, almost manlier, than she had been only moments before. I
looked into her eyes, briefly glimpsing my new sultry reflection in her
pupils. She could tell that I was hesitant. She knew that this was the
last thing that separated my old life as a man and this new, frightening,
sexy one as a woman. She took charge, or at least her penis did.
She dropped me onto the bed and climbed on top of me, her long, hard dick
trailing my inner leg, slowly working its way up...up...up...until she reached
the folds of my trembling vagina. I was wet. I was so wet...but I was still
scared. "Say it," she said. "Say it, Brandon."
I looked her in the eyes and knew what she wanted me to say. I wanted to
say it too. "I want you inside of me, Brittany."
And, in that moment, pinned down by a big-breasted shemale with an
equally big cock, Brandon ceased to be Brandon. Brandon became Brenda.
And Brenda needed that equally big cock inside of her now.
The first thrust of the dick inside of her was an incredible feeling,
breaking the hymen in one amazing blow. The night went on and on, thrust
after thrust, my body electric with the feelings of new womanhood.
Brittany was there to guide her along all night, using her manhood as a
tool to ease the journey. And when Brittany finally came, finally spewed
that next load of hot semen into my waiting cunt, I tightened my long
legs around the shemale's curvy frame and latched on.
"Fill me up, Brittany!" I squealed, exhausted by the day of changes and
journeys.
After hours of multiple climaxes (women did really have it good), I
pulled off from Brittany, finally, exhausted and lay down on the bed next
to her. My huge breasts ached, my nipples were sore, and laying down made
my entire body shift like an enormous muscle. Brittany's dick was flaccid
but even soft it was huge, laying against her stomach still dripping the
last remnants of cum onto her flat abs. I rolled over and licked the last
of it off, like the cum-thirsty slut I had become. She moaned softly,
"What are we going to do, Brandon? Our friends will find out and you look
nothing like yourself."
I took my mouth off her cock for a moment. "Brandon is gone. I'm his
cousin Brenda. And I'm your girlfriend. And I have a feeling we'll be
getting a few guys to come join us and our magic remote in the near
future."
Life was good, I thought, with Brittany's quivering dick in my mouth. It
seemed like she was ready for another go. Maybe I could make her breasts
a little bit bigger than before.
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