Alex is changing again

Alex awoke to find his head still buzzing with pleasure, but once again in control of his faculties. His panties were drenched and clung to him heavily; he must have gone off in them at least twice, possibly more, although he couldn't remember it.

He felt the strange warming sensation throughout his whole body, focused on his chest and his mouth. He licked his lips softly and tasted something salty, musky and metallic, at once familiar and foreign. For a moment, he savored it, memorizing the flavor and taking pleasure in it. Then he realized what it was, and nearly vomited. He sat up and looked around the garage. Behind him at the worktable, Sam was taking off his shirt and pants, and Alex knew what was likely to come next. He silently slid out of sight behind the nearest car.

Alex started walking in a new direction towards the back of the house. The warmth increased every moment, and he found that it was getting more difficult to breathe. He found that he was stumbling frequently. He climbed a staircase, entered a bedroom and closed the door, falling on the floor.

He wriggled out of the coverall and laid on the floor panting. He didn't know how much time passed, but when he opened his eyes, he was drenched in sweat and thirsty. He could only take shallow breaths because his chest was so tight.

Except it wasn't his chest, it was the corset. Its cups were filling up with luscious breast tissue, breath by breath. He grabbed them and yelped involuntarily with pleasure, shocked by how sensitive they were. Even now, through the thick corset material and not even touching his skin, they were more sensitive than any of his male anatomy.

He got to his feet, and walked into the bathroom. Although his mouth and new breasts were still burning, the warmth was leaving his body, and he could tell that something else had changed. He felt lighter on his feet as he walked, one foot falling naturally in front of the other, his hips swaying gracefully and alluringly with each step. His elbows naturally hugged his body. All traces of his slouch were gone. He wasn't even sure he could imitate his old walk if he tried.

Stepping into the dark bathroom, he reached for the light switch and couldn't find it. Finally, he found it a good 4 inches higher than he thought it would be. The counters were higher. The ceilings and doorways were higher. In the mirror, he saw that he had lost more than half a foot in height and had slimmed down. His arm and leg muscles were smaller and less defined, and his neck seemed thinner. His athletic build and respectable height had dwindled to something larger than average, but not out of place on a girl.

He felt the corset loosen itself, and he eased it off, with apprehension.

If he didn't know better, he'd think he was looking at a sexy girl. Every move she made announced her femininity. Although she looked boyish and underdeveloped from the belly down, she had picturesque C cup breasts with big pink areolas, a perfect face, and a beautiful neck. Her hair was short and messy, and her arms and shoulders a little bulky, but he was incapable of thinking this creature was male.