The wave - Story 2

<<Wooah! Fuck! It’s cold! Aaaahhh! Ahahah! Oh god!>>

<<Will you just stop giggling like that! This is serious Michael!>>

<<I’m sorry Joanna. I really am. But I’m afraid we have to face it. This just isn’t working. No wave is going to swap us back. Whatever happened that first time was probably a unique event.>>

<<Shut up! I’m having none of that! We have to keep trying! Something will happen eventually!>>

<<Just face it Jo! We’re stuck as each other! There’s no way for us to change back!>>

<<You seem pretty happy about that, asshole!>>

<<Well, not going to lie, your body does feel pretty terrific. I’m so slender, and energetic! And most importantly I’m smoking hot! I guess being a woman does feel rather strange, but I think I’m going to enjoy this.>>

<<Well, I’m not giving up! I don’t want to be a guy! And most of all I don’t want to stay trapped in your gross body! There must be a way out of this! And I’m going to keep trying, even if I have to stay in the water the whole day.>>

<<As you wish, this is actually pretty fun. Woah! That one was huge! Hey Jo, I think those guys are checking me out. What do you say? Would you mind if I let them offer me a drink when we’re done here? The tall one is rather hot I’d say…>>

<<Holy shit just shut up!>>

Weak

Nnnngh! *Anf!* No, it’s useless! This is just ridiculous. I can’t even lift the lightest weights I own. Hell, I think now I would struggle with even smaller weights! I’m a wimp! This body is so weak, and fragile. I feel completely powerless. Could I have ended up in a body more different from mine?

The great shift really screwed up with me. Sure, I guess it could always be worse. I could have ended up being sick, or old, or disabled. At least I’m still young and energetic. But still it’s almost like I have purposely got trapped in a body that’s the exact opposite of my male one. It’s so jarring to go from being a ripped male bodybuilder to a thin, petite girl. I feel so light, almost like I could break in half. I have almost no muscles on my arms and shoulders, and my pecs I was so proud of have been replaced with these gorgeous tits. God are they nice to look at! And they feel really good too. And don’t even get me started talking about how good masturbation is now. At first I was too scared and disturbed to even get close to my new parts. Hell, I couldn’t even bring myself to touch my pussy while I showered. But now it’s like I can’t stop! The female orgasm feels just too good!

And yet, I miss my old body. I miss my muscles, and the feeling of being strong and dominant. Now I am so powerless. It’s almost like my body is affecting my personality as well. I don’t feel ready at all to start living my life as a woman. What’s going to be of me? Am I going to go from being an alpha male to a pretty and submissive woman? I mean, I could always try to get ripped again and become a female bodybuilder, and nothing stops me from being a lesbian. But the idea just feels so… unnatural. I… I can’t explain it, but it’s almost like I’m having strange new urges. Urges to go out, find a guy and… have him fuck my brain out! This is so disturbing, and yet also kind of intriguing. I guess the least I can do would be to give it a try. Going out for one night as a girl, showing off my gorgeous new body, and maybe flirting a bit with guys, and experiencing the dating game from the other side of the gender fence… yeah, the idea seems so appealing right now. I’ll have time to become buff and strong. Just for this one time I want to try to be petite, and fragile… and sexy!

Fatal malfunction

A request I made for an Anonymous reader a while ago on OTGC :)

Robert tried hard to be a good dad for his daughter. Being a single parent is always difficult, but for Robert it was particularly hard since he never was very… good with people. His head was always in the cloud, constantly focused on his science and his wacky inventions, and that wasn’t really a good premise for raising his teenage daughter on his own. They ended up growing further and further apart as years went by, so in the end they had become like strangers to each other. Robert was obviously sad about it, but he knew that if he succeeded in completing just one of his inventions he could have given his beloved daughter a future of wealth and stability. So he kept focusing on his work, knowing that sooner or later he would have achieved success. He didn’t know how close he was to his goal. Nor that in a couple of hours he and his daughter would have been closer than ever.

When she got home with her friend they both barely greeted him, and just headed straight for her bedroom to study as always. Robert wasn’t even offended by that lack of consideration, he was too absorbed by his work. It was finally complete. His revolutionary body swapping machine. Oh, the fame and success that invention would have brought him, the things humanity could have achieved with it! If it did work that is. All that was left to do was test it on humans, but Robert didn’t even know where to start with that.

Then he realized he could have tested it on himself, and try to swap with his daughter’s friend. Surely he would not have minded if he borrowed his body for a while. It was all for science after all. So he set the dials, connected the wires and put on the helmet. Soon he would have felt young and energetic again. It would have been fun to take a break from his out of shape middle-aged body. He pulled the switch and felt reality warp around him.

When he got back to his senses and felt the weight of a body again he was more thrilled than he had ever been in his life. He was in his daughter’s bedroom! The machine had worked! Finally after all those years of failures he managed to create a machine that actually worked! He was so excited and filled with glee that he didn’t even realize at first that he was laying naked on the bed. Nor that he was not in the body he planned to end up into. Only when he raised to a sitting position, and felt long hair brushing against his shoulders and back, and rubbed his smooth and toned legs and his tights together without anything getting in the way, and felt two mounds of flesh wiggle on his chest, he realized that something was off. His heart skipped a beat when he looked down at his dainty hands with nail polish, and at the perky breasts hanging from his chest, and at his new flat crotch, and he would have screamed in terror if he had not been way too overturned to even let the faintest sound escape his luscious lips. He looked at his reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall, and had the dreadful confirmation of what had just happened. He was in his daughter’s body.

So the machine was only a partial success. While it allowed him to swap bodies with someone, its guiding system had still to be perfected. He would have taken note immediately of all the adjustment to apply to the machine, just as he would normally have done, if he hadn’t been way too unsettled by the alien feeling of his new body. For the first time in a long while he could not focus on his science, and was instead overwhelmed by those sensations. That day he not only realized that that guy and his daughter were more than just friend, but judging by the soreness of his new genitals and by his feeling of exhaustion he could tell that his daughter wasn’t still a virgin as he thought.

Before he could have done anything the guy stepped out of the bathroom and into the room, naked, and with a throbbing hard-on. <<So babe, ready for round two?>> Robert could not do anything besides sitting still in disbelief. Only then he became lucid enough to realize how disturbing and wrong it was to be trapped inside of his own daughter’s naked body. He should have rushed to the basement where the machine was, and try to figure out immediately how to return to his body. But in that moment all he could focus on was the guy’s throbbing erection. Whatever his mind was commanding him to do, his new body was very much inclined to completely ignore it, and just keep focusing on that shaft and all the fun things he could have done with it. His scientific mind wasn’t in control any longer. His new body and its new urges and instincts were. And so he decided to let them guide him. After all he could have always taken advantage of the experience, as an experiment aimed at finding out how a different body felt.

Magical body wash

<<Holy shit it is actually working!>>

Patrick was thrilled as he looked back at his butt, seeing how it had changed from his airy male one to a firm and round female ass. It felt so good, so solid, and yet so soft at the touch, and the more he kept rubbing it and massaging it the more his hips would keep swelling giving him new wonderful womanly curves.

That body wash was amazing. Magical! He was skeptic when he bought it at that weird shop, leery of its supposedly extraordinary properties. And yet the effects were undeniably real, and right in front of him. Its scented lather was making his body hair disappear, making his skin smooth and soft, and his muscle were shrinking, and his whole figure kept changing. His legs had already become long, and toned, and smooth like glass. His waist had become narrow while his hips would keep widening under his touch, giving him a wonderful hourglass figure.

The shampoo he had bought with the body wash had already given him long and luscious hair reaching way past his shoulder, which on the other hand had shrunk alongside with his arms, his buff figure now reduced to a frail and feminine one. While he kept rubbing his face with the lather he could feel his beard disappear and his face change, becoming rounder and more delicate, and when he laughed amazed and overjoyed by the effects, what came out of his mouth was a melodic and womanly voice.

All that was left was his little friend down in his crotch. The idea of saying goodbye to his companion of a lifetime made him kind of sad, but it had to go now and there was no going back. So he took it in his hand and started to stroke it. While that would have normally made it grow into an erection, this time Patrick could feel it shrink inside his hand, while his balls retracted inside his body. After a couple of strokes it was already too little to hold in his hands, and so he started to rub it. That immediately sent shocks of pleasure up his spine, making him quiver, as what was left of his dick turned into a clit, while a slit developed in his groin. That was the most painful part of his transformation, but as the pain faded he was left with a wet and brand new pussy, which he could feel throb under his touch.

The transformation was complete, but he still wasn’t satisfied with it. The body wash had already given him a pair of modest breasts and two large nipples, but Patrick wanted more. He reached with his hands to those mounds of flesh and he started to grope them, and fondle them. The more he kept massaging and squeezing his new tits, the more he could feel them inflate, becoming larger and larger until they were far too big for his new petite hands to hold. He felt their weight starting to affect his posture, and his nipples getting erect. If felt so good.

Unfortunately for Patrick he got a little carried away with it. Even though he planned to quit massaging his tits once he felt like they had reached the desired size, the pleasure that fondling them was giving him was far too intense to be ignored. He ended up keeping groping them despite the fact that they were getting way too big, and in the end he got stuck with a huge J cup bosom. It would have taken a lot for him to get used to his new enormous assets, but he couldn’t deny that they looked very nice, and it felt amazing to fondle them. Maybe one day, once his back would have started to ache for their weight and he would have gotten too annoyed by them constantly getting in the way and making his life uncomfortable, he could have searched for a body wash capable of making them shrink. But until then he would have enjoyed them as much as he could, as well as all of his new female parts. Once he was out of the bathtub, Patricia’s new life begun, and soon enough she would have found someone else to play with her new body parts.

Swap Motel - From employee to client

Following encouragement and suggestions from a couple of users, especially from KimKat, I decided to try to turn an idea flashed out in an old caption into perhaps a new series or something like that :)

I don't know how much mileage I will get from this simple idea, but maybe I will have a little more fun with the concept ^-^

They say that life is easy when you’re handsome, and everything is simply given to you. Oh, I wish it was that simple. For all my life I always relied on my looks to get what I wanted, and for the most part I never lacked anything. It sure was nice to score with all the chicks I wanted, and to see people treating me better just because I was attractive. But when it comes to find a job, being good locking can’t really compensate for a lack of education and skills. I thought I would have had it easy and simply become some kind of model or something like that, but apparently it is way harder than I thought, and so in the end in order to make ends meets the best use I could find for my good looks was to become an employee of the Swap Motel.

In a certain sense it was kind of an obvious option. While I have enjoyed being gorgeous my whole life, the world is full of people that are not that lucky, and that simply wish they could be as attractive as I am, even if just for a night. And the Motel gives them that possibility. They pay me pretty well for lending my body to strangers, and all I have to do is just waiting in this room in their bodies for them to be finished. I’m basically getting paid to sit on my ass and do nothing. I guess life really is easy if you are handsome after all.

Sure, I got my body back in questionable conditions one or two time, but the rule is that as long as they are in my body clients of the Motel can do basically everything with it, while I have to return theirs just like as they have left it. So that kind of sucks. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t have my share of fun nonetheless. Like this time for instance. This is pretty interesting. For the most part people who rent my body are old men who wish to be young and strong again, or fatsos who can’t wait to bang some hot chick while having a ride in my amazing body. Never before I’ve been a woman. And not just any woman, but a pretty hot one too. Sure, she’s perhaps a bit on the chubby side, but I know I would have enjoyed having some fun with all this meat. Especially with these humongous tits.

I wonder why she wanted to be a man. Is she a lesbian who was looking for the equipment to have some fun with chicks? Or is she here just for a bit of experimentation? Whatever it is, I’m glad for once I’m helping some pretty girl, instead of some old pervert who wants to relive his youth or something. Especially since I can actually have some fun in a client’s body for once. This is… fascinating. Never before I had considered the possibility of being a girl, but since I’m here I might as well take advantage of the situation and… experiment a bit as well.

Oh god this feels so good. It’s amazing! Fuck, why would this girl give up this gorgeous and sensitive body?! I know that if I could feel this good every time I masturbated that would be basically all I would do for the whole day. I guess some people simply don’t know how lucky they are. I can only hope for her to enjoy her time in my body enough so she will return to use it, therefore lending me her body for more. Otherwise I will have no choice but to come back to the Motel as a client, looking for some gorgeous female body to have some fun into.

New career path

Requested by Unown7599 :)

When I was diagnosed with second puberty I was naturally pretty worried and even scared of all the changes turning into a woman would have brought into my life, so much so that I did not think even for a second about how it would have affected my career. And I’m not talking about the dead end job I had at the time. No, I’m talking about my career as a gaming streamer.

Now, I don’t want to dwell into the stereotype that female gamers get their huge audience only from thirsty teenage boys and other losers who are way more interested in their racks than in which game they play and how they play it. But I’d be a liar if I said that I was not pretty pissed off that while I was putting sweat and tears into my work making barely any money, any random chick could wear a tank top, stream a bad game at some MOBA and easily make a living out of it.

So after having stopped streaming games and taken some time to get accustomed to my new body and to how my daily life had changed, I decided to give it a try. Surely it would not have hurt to go back to my favorite hobby while trying to make some money out of it. I was so awkward and clumsy at first, completely unease in front of the webcam, and yet the visuals and subscribers started coming at a faster pace than they ever did before. And all the comments were focused less on the game I was playing, and more on how hot I looked. It didn’t take long before donations started coming, and once I saw how easy it actually was to make money with my new body I instantly knew that I had just found a new career for me.

I quit my job and started to look at tutorials about how to improve my appearance. I bought some new sexy clothes, and learned how to do my hair and makeup properly, and of course how to properly highlight my new assets, and with time I took on a completely different personality. I became cute, and sexy, and enticing, and alluring, and my followers were going crazy about me. The amount of subscribers skyrocketed, and so did the amount of donations, but the more money I would make the more I needed to sustain my new lifestyle.

With time I started to change the type of content I created, slowly leaving behind my gaming hobby to instead just do live streams about my transition into womanhood, and then creating challenges for my subscribers where the prize would have been me taking out an item of clothing in front of the camera. You can easily imagine how successful those changes of content were. Unfortunately one day I went too far with my lewd streams, and I ended up being banned from the platform for having streamed inappropriate adult content.

While I was pretty bummed out about it at first, I soon realized that that was the incentive I needed to move to the “next step”. After all I had not taken a gaming pad in my hands in months, and I wasn’t interested anymore in my previous hobbies. Moreover by that point I had understood well what kind of content would have made me the most money, so it didn’t take long before I turned to the strip cam industry and became a cam-whore.

While it stills feel rather strange that my life took such a dramatic change in such a short time, I must admit that I could not be happier about this. Not only I will never have to worry about money again, but I simply love all the love and attention I get from my fans. It’s flattering, and it feels great to be so well liked. And I make sure that all my fans get exactly what they want and are happy with the service. It’s the least I can do for them. It’s thanks to them that I am now happier than I could have ever wished to be.

Inappropriate presents

Okok, I’ll admit that at times I can get a little carried away with my pranks and taunts. I really should not have kept making fun of my friend for having a flat chest. I guess after all many girls are insecure about the size of their breasts, and she really did not deserve to be constantly teased by me about it. I was an asshole to her.

The last straw for her was when for her birthday I bought her this comically oversized shirt with this silly slogan. For me it was hilarious to see her face when she opened the package and saw the shirt. But then she immediately gave me a fuming stare, and I instantly knew I had just crossed the line and that I would soon have had troubles.

I’m sure that there are better ways to find out that your friend is a Wikka than being victim of one of her spells, but I guess I basically asked for it. At least now this shirt fits one of us nicely. She said that she’s going to keep me like this until I will have learned my lesson, and understood how unpractical and cumbersome bug tits are.

he was not lying. These puppies are huge, and they are heavy as fuck. They constantly get in the way when I try to move my arms or do basically everything, they giggle with every move I make, and I can’t find a single bra capable of sustaining them. Hell, I can’t even see my feet with these things obstructing my view.

But truth be told, this does not feel like a punishment at all. In fact, I love them! It feels amazing to play with them and fondle them, and my nipples are so sensitive that I swear I could reach climax just by teasing them in the right way. And even though they are a bit disproportionate I dare to say they suit my new appearance nicely. I look gorgeous! I know I should probably be freaked out by this all, but I actually can’t wait to experiment with my new body and have fun with my new assets.

I guess I should put together an outfit to match my new shirt so I can get out and have some fun. It’s Friday after all. And I can’t wait to find a nice big dick to milk with my new bosom.

Have fun girls! Enjoy your Friday! ^-^

Click!

Originally requested by SommerRay :)

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Ass back! Chest out!

The lips are important. I must be seductive, but not whorish.

The tits are fundamental too. I must show them just enough. Allusive, not slutty.

My airs are perfect. I am perfect. I am gorgeous.

Click!

Now for the filters. I’m not sure which one would be better. Maybe I should just leave this one as it is. Yes, that will do. Just a nice, plain selfie in front of the mirror. My followers will love it, like they always do.

Posted! Now we just wait for those likes. I can already feel them flowing in the thousands. Looks like my popularity will keep growing. But… maybe I can take one more. Just another one, then I will get ready for my night out.

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I can’t believe how much I changed. Not only physically. My second puberty was a huge change to go through. Suddenly transforming into a young girl, my life flipped upside-down. I wasn’t a man anymore, and I had to start from scratch. It was relieving in a certain sense, like a second chance at life. But never would I have guessed how much my personality would have changed.

I always hated taking selfies, I despised that superficial lifestyle. Always on the phone, every mundane moment of the day captured in a vain photo of myself. That just wasn’t my thing. But now everything has changed.

I’m addicted to it. I just love to bask in all the attention. I love seeing how many people like my photos, the boys drooling over my sexy body. I love it, and I will never give it up.

The phone! A notification! That’s not Instagram, that’s the sound of the Snapchat notification. I have been able to grow quite the following there too. Let’s see… Ugh! Another dick pick! That’s all I’m receiving lately. This one doesn’t look bad though. I wouldn’t mind to ride it for a bit. Perhaps I can pay this guy a visit later on in the night and have some fun. Now that I’m this gorgeous finding a good fuck is not a problem like it used to be when I was a guy. I will send him something as an appetizer. Let me get rid of this gown. I’ve become quite skilled at taking stunning nude picture of myself too. He’s going to love it, and I will enjoy having him crawling at my feet.

I’m beautiful, I’m perfect. And such beauty has to be captured.

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