Dan Copes With His New Reality

Daniel took several deep breaths to steady himself.

He did his best to remember everything that he had read about what the SAV-2-T variant did to the bodies of infected men. He ran through the changes in his head like a checklist.

Purple eyes? Check.

Breast growth? Beginning.

Balls retracted into body? Check.

Dick turned into the best-looking pussy that he had ever seen? Check.

Clit that appeared to have an opening that looked like an unusual fold for possible male ejaculation? Maybe

No body hair below the scalp and eyes except for a little bit of pubic hair? He rubbed his hands over his tingling, mostly hairless body. Check.

Ravenous hunger? Check!

Almost all of the articles that Daniel had read about SAV-2-T said that an infected man’s body would require a lot of food to power the changes to their metamorphosis. According to those articles, he would spend most of the next forty-eight hours or so eating and sleeping while his body changed. He knew that he could not make it through these changes by himself.

“Angela,” he called while still looking at his reflection, “I need your help.”

Angela quickly walked into the bathroom and stood beside him. In the mirror, he could see that her eyes were focused on his new vagina. She smiled when he involuntarily rubbed his now hairless thighs together.

“Yes, Master Daniel?”

He put an arm lovingly around her shoulder. “I need you to find the website for the Sex Slave Registry and get yourself registered just as soon as you get me fed. I don’t care what you make, but I need food fast. My stomach feels like I haven’t eaten in a year.”

Without bothering to get either of them dressed, he walked her by her hand out of the bathroom towards the kitchen. “On the website, you will set my home as your new address. Can you do that? I want us both legally protected.”

“Yes, Master Daniel!” She set about rapidly cooking him scrambled eggs and sausage breakfast tacos with cilantro and grilled onions. He was pleased with her choice because he was craving something high in protein.

Dan knew that he had lucked out in so many ways by getting Angela as his, probably, first of several sex slaves. One of the truly lucky things about being able to “claim” her was the fact that she had grown up in a family of successful chefs. Angela could make something like the simple Texas staple, breakfast tacos, taste like a reward.

He barely made it back to his bed after eating before he fell asleep.