Full 6 Weeks

It was a long and weird month to say the least, your mom and sisters were helpful of course, making sure you took everything on time and were supportive through every step. Once a week you headed back to the doctors to pick up your next batch of **** and to talk about how you felt and how everything was going.

The transformation was slow at first, nothing really noticable in the first week except your hair seemed to be growing quicker and your chest and nipples were more sensative. You were a skinny person who didn't snack much anyway but you found now that now you had a restriction on eating between meals it was on your mind a lot when you weren't focused on school or house work. You also found it surprising that you started to exercise more, sit ups and push ups in your room at first, a simple but effective distraction you found. But as the weeks went on and you physically changed more and more, you found yourself doing more and more exrcise, even going out jogging in the evening and on the weekends in the morning. What was the real shocker was the more you transformed into a Futa, the quicker you put on muscle and built up the tone.

Naturally your appearence and changes were notice at school, after telling a few people the story quickly got around your were taking the new treatment and everyone, students teachers and yourself, were amazed at how quickly and how much you were changing.

In the last week and a half was when the real changes became noticable, your chest suddenly shot out and your cock not only grew bigger but you also grew a pussy. You had no idea how that happened but you weren't going to question anything the miracle **** did for you.

At the end of the month, when you were talking to Dr Sanchez she told you the four weeks were up, and if you wanted to you could keep going for another 2. She informed you she didn't know what would fully happen to you but she thought that since you put on muscle so quickly in the last month, you'd most likely put on even more.

Thinking about it you wondered what you wanted, right you looked and felt amazing. Like you could run a marathon and barely be winded. You looked amazing loved how you looked and felt. But you thought back to a month again, and a bit before that. You were a skinny boy who would win an arm wreslting mach againt any futa your age, all your life you'd been skinny and weak no matter what you did, feeling like you could get jumped by any futa at any moment and ****, and most likely getting into you and your brain turning into cock fuel cum filled jelly as you were used as a cum rag. But now, now you felt you could fight back against almost anyone, you'd spent most of your life weak and afraid, now you didn't want to be anymore. Now you wanted to be strong.

Accepting the extra two weeks, you told your mom and sisters the first chance you got, and at the first chance you got on Monday you went to see the schools coach, Ms Slipknot and asked her for advise on building muscle, herself being built like an amazon.

Smiling happily and proudly at you she told you of good work out routines, and even offering to take you to a good gym nearby which you happily accepted.

For the next two weeks you were busy with either school work, house work, working out at the gym, working out at home or going jogging through the park near your home. In those two weeks your muscle kept growing, and while your height didn't increase you didn' care, everyday you felt stronger and stronger.

As the 6 weeks came to an end, as did your workout for the day, you looked at yourself in the gym mirror and was proud of what you saw, you loved the new you. Your height had stayed the same but everything else about you had grown.

Your hair had grown quickly from the beginning, so you'd cut it to just below ear length that you tied back when exercising. Your arms had grown thick with muscle and you looked like you could easily lift a full keg over your head.

Your stomach and abs looked strong enough to strong enough to take several hits and you still would feel anything. Your thighs looked even more powerful than your arms and your calfs looked like you could do squats all day.

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Your chest had expanded as well, you were sporting perfect F cup sized breasts and thanks to your back muscles, you never had any problems with them so far, your cock had also increased to nearly 20 inches long and nearly 3 inches in diameter, whatever hole you fuck would definitly be wrecked.

You now understood where futa's got their confidence from, especially ms Slipknot, you felt like nothing could stop you, if you wanted someone you could just take them and no one could stop you. You almost felt invincible and could make anyone submit to your will.

But mama Lisa didn't raise no fool, you didn't want to get into trouble just after finishing your transformation. No doubt some media would say it was the **** fault and obviously people shouldn't use them. You'd bee approached by journalists ever sinse word got out you were going through the treatment, most were professional and wrote a fair story, but there were one or two not happy with men been given the chance to turn into futa's, trying to write it like it was wrong and would only cause trouble for everyone involved and around them.

You'd never give them a chance to ruin something that's helped you so much, so acting up wasn't going to happen any time soon. After showering up and changing you headed home, you enjoyed the looks people gave when they noticed you and saw you coming. Most futa's just gave you a passing glance, some were drawn to you and a lot of the boi's you passed just stopped a gawped at you with open mouths.

When you finally got home you headed straight to your room, which had changed almost as much as you had. Most of your old clothes had been donated to various charity shops, aside from some of your favourite t-shirt, and the general mess that was usually filling your room was completetly gone. Your room was neat and tidy, some weights and other exercise equipment in one corner, a full length mirror next to your wardrobe full of new clothes, your mom had insisted on spoiling you a little the more you transformed.

After dumping your gym bag on your bed you moved straight to your computer and connected your phone, you'd kept a blog of your experience and transition from skinny male to amazon futa (minus the height). Support online had been great and a lot of people commented and chatted on it, some other men saying they were thinknig of taking the treatment but weren't sure what it'd be like and do for them, but now they were going to do it. some futa's wishing you luck early on and supporting you everystep of the way.

But in the last two weeks when you'd really started to bulk up was when you started getting more perverted and specific private messages, say they wanted you to dom them and be their mistress, to use your power to put them in place and break them, make them your **** etc etc.

At first you read them messages but ignored them, but as the days went by there were a couple that kept insisting and going into detail what they'd like to do for you, and what you could do to them. In the end three had really gotten your notice.

The first was a nerdy looking futa who was phat in all the right places, she'd sent you a picture of herself in lacy bra and panties with a bit of quicky DIY bondage on her wrists, just quickly tying some thing string around them. She was a black women only a little older than you were, her full body and breasts contrasts again the white bra and panties she wore which just emphisised her body more. From what she'd told you she wanted to worship your body, to let her suck, kiss and lick it all over and for you to let her earnt the right to be fucked by you.

The second was a skinny boi who, form the picture she'd sent you, was obviously into BDSM. In the image she had fresh lines across hier body from where she'd been whiped and caned, her tongue, nipples and cock were pierced, her cock itself barely reaching 4 inches were fully erect. Her asshole was obviously well used and would probably take your cock with little to no problem at all. From the ,essages and the **** details she'd given, you knew she wanted you to fuck her as hard as you could for as long as you wanted, to use and **** her in anyway you saw fit and treat her as nothing more as a fuck toy to be used and tossed away.

The third was from a couple, which actually surprised you, they were both asian and wrote that they wanted you to dom them both, to be their dominatrix and use them both as you saw fit, fucking both, one or neither of them. To order them around and use your phydicaly strength to make them do whatever you wanted them to do.

As you checked your private messages sure enough, all three had told you they were free tonight and that if you wanted, you could come over to their respective homes and use them how they wanted to be used. Looking at the clock in the corner of your screen you saw itd be a few hours till your family would get home, each doing their own thing. Tomorrow night was out of the question to meet as you had all planned to go out for a family meal to celebrate finishing your treatment.

If you left now you could get to anyone of their homes in less than an hour, have your fun and be back before it got too late.

But the question is who should you go for?