The wacky adventures of Dr. K

“Oh crap! Where will end up this time?”

That was the last conscious thought of Doctor K before he felt his consciousness being pulled away from his current body. In an instant all the sounds around him faded, and whatever was in his sight warped in front of him turning into a confused and indistinguishable blur, as he felt his limbs go numb first followed by the rest of his body, until he felt like a weightless entity being drifted away in the air.

It had been months since the last time that happened. One of the longest permanence in the same body since the day of the experiment, if not the longest. Honestly the Doctor had stopped counting the days long ago, but it must have been already about two years since that fatal day in which the genius inventor first tried out his teleportation machine. It should have been the greatest invention of the century. Hell, the greatest of all time! But something went horribly wrong. When he tested it, instead of having his whole body sent to the designated location, only his consciousness was teleported, and he found himself trapped in a different body.

That sure was an interesting, even if unwanted, turn of the events, and he would have definitely had a lot to analyze once he would have got back at his laboratory in order to assess what went wrong. But before he could get back there he felt once again the warping sensation associated with the teleportation, and in a moment his surroundings morphed and changed around him, and he found himself once again trapped in a different body. Apparently the machine malfunction was a lot worse than he thought, and without any warning it kept randomly reactivating sending the unfortunate Doctor in a different location, and in a different body. In the months preceding this new jump across space and bodies he had almost got used to his new life, and he hoped that that would have finally been the time in which the machine would have stopped working and he could have finally settled in. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case, and the poor guy was about to discover what his new life had in store for him.

As the twisted shapes in front of him finally regained a coherent form and he started to get back to his senses, he realized that he was in a bedroom laying on a bed. He first noticed the feeling of stockings brushing against his legs, and long hair itching in the back of his head, and the weight of two plump mounds of flesh hanging from his chest. No doubt about it, he was a woman now, and a pretty buxom one at that. He had been a woman before, even if just for a short while, so he wasn’t all that unsettled by his new body. What really disquieted him in the instants immediately following his teleportation was to feel the firm grasp of a male hand over his new breast, and a slimy tongue licking his neck and ear. He was now in the company of a man who was teasing his new erogenous zones, squeezing his tits while pressing his hard-on against his new genitals. The unease and disgust were matched only by the still quite alien feeling of female arousal down in his groin, and against his will he found himself panting and moaning under that touch. “Fuck! Of all the places and bodies why did I have to end up into the body of a woman in the middle of an intercourse?!”. Little did the professor know that that was just the beginning of his troubles.

Before he could even become fully aware of all the new sensations his body was sending him, the door slammed and an enraged woman stormed into the room yelling. <<Get off my husband you bitch!>>. Now we find the poor professor running away from his lover’s furious wife, his new heavy boobs flailing around and his feet hurting on the concrete in the garden. He will have plenty of time to find out what his new life is like, or at least until the machine will start randomly working again. But now all he must focus on is his own survival. He definitely doesn’t want to find out what that crazy woman is going to do to him if she gets her hands on him.

Becoming mom

Requested by Marilin Salazar :)

Miguel was a weird kid. While he looked and acted like a normal kid for the most part, he always had strange… fixations, which he carried with him way into his teen years. Like all the boys in his school he as well would check out all the pretty girls in class, but for reasons completely different from those of his pals. He wasn’t looking at their curves or their pretty faces because he was attracted by them. Instead his stare would focus on their clothes, the cute blouses, the short skirts, the lacy bra and panties he would manage to sneak peeks at from under their clothes. He envied them so much for being allowed to dress like that. He too wanted to feel silk on his skin, and the tight embrace of stockings, and the breeze blow through his bare legs and under his skirt, and his tight clothes highlighting his curves. God how he envied them.

Eventually curiosity had the best of him, and he felt the uncontrollable urge to try to dress like a girl. And since he could not possibly have gone out buying his own female clothes, he had to resort to his mother’s wardrobe. Every time he would be home alone, he would rush to this parent’s bedroom and take out all the dresses, and lingerie, and jewelry he could manage to try on during the time available to him before someone would come home.

One day, while he was dressed in his mom’s favorite dress, with lacy panties running up his butt, and a bra clasped around his chest, and high heels at his feet, and her necklace around his neck, something happened. He was practicing with makeup, and he just had finished applied lipstick, he looked at his reflection in the mirror and was actually pretty impressed at the results. Sure, he had got better and better in the past few months at doing his makeup, but that was incredible! His face looked fully female, and remarkably similar to his mother’s. The resemblance was actually so uncanny that he started to be freaked out by it as he kept staring at his luscious lips and delicate features.

He decided that that was enough for that day, and he tried to remove the wig he had bought to make the illusion more seamless, but as he tried to do so he realized that it just would not come off, like it was sealed to his head. Like those were his actual hairs! He remained paralyzed with terror as he saw those hair change color from blonde to a brown tone more similar to that of his mother’s hair, and then he felt all his body starting to tingle. He looked at his hand and saw it become slender and delicate right in front of his eyes, and then his arms lost all of their muscle tone and hairs. He felt a weird sensation down in his crotch, and as he lifted the dress he saw that it was now completely flat, with no bulge whatsoever in sight, and as he brought his hand down there all he could feel was an uncanny and unsettling void, and the startling sensation of a slit right below the silk panties.

The tingling sensation went to his legs, which started to transform becoming smooth and fatter, as did his butt, which started to inflate as his hips swayed outwards. As his figure kept changing he started to ventilate in panic, and to his dismay with each breathe he could feel his chest inflate, until two big breasts grew over it, filling nicely the cups of the bra he stole form his mother’s drawer. He was so overturned that he could not even master the strength to shriek, but if he had done so it would have come out in his mother’s voice. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, and his heart sunk when he realized that he had transformed into a copy of his mom.

He started shaking uncontrollably, feelings his legs going numb, and he swore he could have fainted right there if he didn’t suddenly felt a strange and uncontrollable urge. He grabbed his mother’s beauty case and started to adjust his makeup, and comb his hair properly, and adjust his clothes, and it felt like he had been doing that all countless times before, and when he was done with it what he found staring back at him from the reflection was basically a clone of his mother.

He didn’t have time to take in his transformation, because soon he heard the front door open and someone starting to go up the stairs. He started to panic even more, striving to remain calm and lucid enough to think about what to do, but it was too late. Before he could have done anything his father had already entered the room.

<<Ah honey! You’re home early as well I see. Wow, you look gorgeous! What’s the occasion?>>

Miguel tried to think of something to say, but all he managed to do was stutter some nonsense. His father got closer to him.

<<Is everything all right dear?>>

He grabbed him be the hips and pulled him close to him.

<<You know, it’s been a while since you have last worn this dress. You know how it drives me crazy.>>

As he saw him get closer and closer to him, Miguel tried to push his father back, but realized that he didn’t have the assertiveness to do so, and so all he could do as his father’s lips got dangerously close to his, was to move his face aside leaving his neck open, which his dad did not hesitate to start kissing and biting. Miguel quivered under those kisses. It felt all so unsettling, and yet so weirdly pleasant. His dad’s hands were running up his hips, caressing him and groping his newly acquired curves, and then they slipped under his dress and started teasing his pussy from over the panties. He gasped and let out a yelp of surprise as a jolt went up his spine to the back of his head, and he immediately felt himself getting weaker.

<<Miguel doesn’t seem to be home. What do you say we take advantage of this to have some fun?>>

Miguel felt his heart in his throat as he realized that if he did not do something to stop what was about to happen, he would have ended up having sex with his dad. He could not allow that to happen! That was too disturbing, too fucked up! He had to react, to snap out of that strange trance he was into. And yet, even though he knew that that was wrong, it also felt so right! It felt so pleasant to be groped, and teased, and he started to feel a warm sensation down in his groin. He soon realized that he was getting horny, and as he felt his dad’s erect cock starting to poke his new genitals, he felt the irresistible urge to give himself over. He did not resist as his father started to undress him, and even surprised himself starting to rub his dick with his dainty hands, and even undoing his pants.

As he saw his hard on spring out of his underwear, Miguel felt his mouth start to water. He could not hold back. He needed this. So without second thoughts he dropped on his knees, took his dad’s cock in his hand, wrapped his lips around it and started to bob his head back and forth as he started to suck avidly on it. It tasted funny, and the smell wasn’t very nice, but it felt so good to feel it throb and jump inside of his mouth, so he started to run his tongue around it, and as he looked up and saw the satisfied expression on his father’s face, he felt even more compelled to keep sucking.

The couple was so absorbed by the sex, that neither of them heard the front door open once again and someone going up the stairs lured by the moans and grunts coming from upstairs. And as Miguel’s mother came around the corner and looked inside their room, she was shocked and completely dumbfounded to see what looked like a perfect copy of herself blowing her husband.

Caught

I’ve been imprudent. I pushed my luck and I’ve been caught.

I remember when I bought those pills from that strange man that day. What was I even thinking? Those could have been just anything! I could have been dead by now. But I’m not. In fact those pills did exactly what I have been promised they would have done. It is pretty incredible actually. To think that there are drugs capable of changing someone’s gender. It’s stuff more akin to a sci-fi movie than to reality.

The first time I took one of them it felt like I was burning inside, like I was about to melt. The pain was unbearable. But it ended soon, and I was left to contemplate my new form. My tits… my pussy… I had become a girl! Like I always dreamed! That first day I couldn’t even gather the courage to explore my transformed body. Sure, I obviously couldn’t resist the temptation of fondling my new tits, and I even went as far as teasing my new genitals. But I was still too scared to go farther. What if I was stuck like that? Eventually, after an hour or so, that terrible pain came back and I went back to being myself, like nothing had happened.

It took me a couple of days before finally deciding to take another pill. This time the pain felt less intense than the first time. Shut in my room I finally fully explored my new body. It felt so soft. So sensitive. Masturbation was like nothing I had ever experienced. Nothing I had ever felt was comparable to the first time had an orgasm as a girl.

It eventually became a habit. Every time I had the house for myself, even for just an hour, I would take one of those pills and spend the following hours masturbating until the effects ran out. I even went as far as buying a dildo from a sexy shop. It felt rather embarrassing to buy it, but it was worth it. After a while, when I was completely sure I was alone, I started to get out of my room and go around the house, and play dress-up with my sister’s clothes. Those were the best days of my life. But I became incautious, and now those days are over. I’ve been caught!

Why did I even took the pill that day? I was well aware that my best friend would have come to my place. I was the one who invited him. Sure, he wasn’t supposed to arrive before an hour, but even if he had not been that early the effects would have hardly run out even by the time we agreed. Why did I do it? I felt so exposed, so powerless. Being caught while masturbating with my dildo… it was mortifying. It didn’t take long for him to start blackmailing me. He said that if I did not do as he said he would have told everyone about my secret.

Now every time one of us has the house for himself I have to take the pills and have sex with him. Every time. By now I’ve become more his fuck toy than his best friend. But I’d lie if I said that I don’t enjoy it. It is amazing! It is what I had always dreamt. In fact by the time I had finally been caught, I had already grown tired of just masturbating alone in my room. I was eager to step up my game. To experience the real deal. I craved sex as a girl!

Perhaps that was why I accidentally invited him over an hour earlier than what I was supposed to…