Mark becomes more like a woman

With each step Mark became more a woman that fit the outfit yet he was too focused on not falling to notice. The hair on his body had slowly retreated beneath his dress and stockings as the hair on his head lengthened and somehow tied itself into a bun. Once he felt comfortable walking in them he heard Hellen finish with yet another box of items in the bedroom. She had one more and then she would be done. He decided it would be best to act out the role of a maid and clean up some more. He grabbed the duster with his now daintier hands and went to work. As he was dusting off the table, bending over it giving who ever would have been behind a nice peak at his panties, he failed to notice he needed to bend further and further to get to the center as his height decreased from a 2.03 meter to a shorter 1.67 meter.

Satisfied with the job, he went to dust off the bookshelves. Mark looked up and found it odd that they seemed taller than before, yet he shrugged it off as him being tired. He dusted the first shelf of on his knees. His legs started losing their muscle mass and definition while his feet formed to actually fit the shoesize. He sat on his feet with his butt sticking out for the second shelf dusting away between the many books that were kept here. As he was wondering how long the library would take he hadn’t noticed his butt inflating from a taut flat one to a full bubble butt that most woman would be envious of.

“Damn these panties are giving me a wedge.” He groaned as he shifted about a bit before the panties disappeared even further between his cheeks. He grumbled with each failed attempt and eventually gave up the fight with the lace undergarment.

He straightened himself and started to dust off the third shelf just below eyelevel. His cinched waist slowly felt less and less pressured, yet he didn’t think much of it. He thought he was simply getting used to it at this point. The fourth shelf was at eye level and his torso lost its definition while his shoulders shrank inwards. From the back nobody would think Mark was a man, however there were still traces of masculinity found when looked at him from the front. With the fourth shelf done he had to reach for the fifth shelf which caused him to stretch his arms a bit feeling them burn away his fat and muscle leaving him with dainty and slender arms. Finally was the sixth shelf that he needed to reach. He tiptoed and made small jumps to get to all the spots on that shelf. By doing this his entire body started shaking his ass cheeks wiggled and his slowly increasing bust started shaking. They started as an A cup but slowly grew past B and C to finally rest at a perky DD cup, filling the bra perfectly. From the neck down he was now almost a woman with one exception. He took a step back to admire his handywork only for his eyes to widen as he felt something strange in his underwear.

“What the f…” he mumbled as he looked down. His discomfort turned into confusion and panic as he saw his breasts. “What the fuck?!” he almost yelled. He grabbed them in an attempt to break the illusion however when he felt the sensitive flesh, his fear was confirmed. In sheer panic he squeezed and felt a bolt of pleasure ripple through his body, which in turned caused a small moan to escape his lips.

His new body had gotten a taste of what it had to offer and it wanted more. He squeezed once more only to be snapped out of the pleasure by the pulling sensation in his nether regions. His hand shot down, over the skirt and then under the skirts hem, trying to find a way into his panties. He felt his penis throb from the pleasure he had felt but what worried him was that he also felt it shrink at the same time. By brushing it he was hit by an even stronger tidal wave of pleasure. The smaller his penis became the more sensitive it was. His balls also started to retreat back into his body and slowly formed an opening. 'What the heck... is that a ... a vagina?' With his fingers close, he felt his panties and freshly formed pussy become moist from the pleasure. He tried to navigate his fingers in his panties to confirm what he feared.

His fingers found the smooth lips in his nether region causing him to quiver. His pussy ached to be touched but Mark knew he should stop, he didn’t know what was going on. And yet his body begged for his touch and attention. He put up a good fight against his horny wet hole but ended up caving and cautiously pushing into himself with two fingers. A feminine moan escaped his puffy full lips, lips that were slowly being painted red by the same forces that had changed him. As he came closer to an orgasm his face reshaped into that of a young woman of European decent and his hair turned a light brown with hints of red. His fingers roughly went deeper and eventually he pushed his new female body over the edge which caused him to collapse onto the couch screaming at the top of his lungs. A scream that was not his own, a scream of a young woman, his new feminine voice.