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Sarah shook the small bottle of pink pills, making them clack lightly together. "Won't you try one, for me? I'd be so grateful, baby. I'll owe you forever!" She reached forward, squeezing my cock through my jeans, making it clear that she was giving me license to ask for something crazy in return. "What is it that you want me to do for you? Get one of my friends in for a threesome? I know you've got a thing for Kirsty! It can be anything. I just really want you to try mommy for me." I was hesitant for sensible reasons. I'm a sensible guy, except where Sarah is concerned - I'd do anything for her. But taking mommy... It was a big ask for a few reasons. A few months earlier, a rumour started going around about women on one night stands spontaneously transforming into men. Trans forums online set alight with rumours of a temporary transformation pill that could change a person into a woman for a few hours. Then it became news - a snippet of CCTV...

How does it feel to change? Fucking amazing. There's no pain or discomfort as my skinny male body is overtaken by the thick womanly creature I become. The moonlight on my skin, my lips thickening, my hair growing long and thick. It's so good...  I do love it when I feel the lips of my new pussy open for the first time, but my favourite bit has always been the breasts. Oh, I know you like them too by how much attention you gave them. But when I feel them swell, fatten up, strain my clothes and then pop my shirt apart it feels like I'm emerging from that boring boy to become this sexy, mature woman.  That's very sweet of you to say. I do consider myself a MILF. I wonder if you'll be one too? Haha, what did you think was going to happen if you fucked a werewoman on a full moon? Come and see me tomorrow night and we'll change together...

Oh honey, keep groping my tits as they grow! Squeeze them! I can feel my skin stretching with new flesh, new nerves wiring my breasts straight to my pussy!  HnnnnnngyyyyYES! Ahhh ah aaah! I'm cumming! I'm squirting in my fucking panties from feeling you playing with my soft new titties... Now grab my nipples and pull... Oh shit...  I can't believe I've gone from flat to these massive tits in half an hour. I'm going to be enormous. I'm going to look like a melon titted freak and people are going to stare and I want it! I want to be a tit-fucking slut!

When Vicky came back from holiday with a spring in her step and a bigger pair of boobs, her old friend Milena was intrigued. "You're nearly as big as me now, what happened?" Vicky offered to show her, and led her to the bathroom. "It's these bath salts. I found them in a market in Marrakech - just smell before I put them in the water." Milena opened the bottle and hesitantly sniffed a little. The heady scent went straight to her head. Rather than the sharp, soapy smell she was expecting, this was earthy and soft. She closed her eyes and found that she was getting turned on. Vicky pulled off her t-shirt. Her tits were round and full, so much bigger than they had been. Before Milena knew what was happening, she had stripped off too and they were both in the warm soapy water. Their hands were sliding over each others bodies, groping at the soft flesh. Their breasts were rubbing together, hard nipples meeting occasionally and sending chills through their fertile...

In a Los Angeles mansion, expensively and tastefully furnished, there was a small, infrequently used room. The room contained a bed, a toilet and sink, and a light. It had no windows. It more resembled a cell than anything a wealthy person might want to own. On the bed lay a man. He was short, less than five feet tall, and weak looking. His arms and legs were like twigs, his stomach sunken. Though his skin was unweathered and smooth, he bore the curious face of an old man on a young body. His hair was dark and unkempt, thinning severely. He woke and sat up, feet dangling off the modest mattress. He scratched idly at his chest under the loose t-shirt he was wearing and went to the heavy, windowless door. He tried to pull it, but it didn't budge. It wouldn't push either. At the sink he splashed some water on his face, and returned to the bed. He waited in silence. Hours later, the noise of a lock unfastening came from the door, and on powered hinges it opened. A woman's voice...