Randall Becomes A Sissy

The first week, Randall and Cindy essentially formed a relationship. Being in a tiny cell for 24/7 didn't leave much entertainment value other than sex. Occasionally the other two researchers would come and have conversations with Cindy, providing her with some company. Though they didn't seem like much fans of Randall. But when they weren't around, he felt himself growing close to Cindy for comfort as the two spent a lot of time touching each other, pleasuring each other, knowing each other.

But after the first week, Randall noticed changes in Cindy. The first was when he was playing with her breasts one night. He noticed that her nipples were bigger than normal. When pointing it out after they both came, Cindy quickly rushed to press the emergency button, and a quick measurement lead to the result amongst the researchers that the virus was working: At least, for girls. It was a big breakthrough. Even if it was only nipple growth, it was something.

But sure enough, it wasn't just nipple growth. The changes began to snowball. Cindy's hair became even glossier, her face seemed to sharpen up and become hyper-feminine with wide eyes and plump lips. Her body curves increased, with her hips widening and muscles appearing where before was just puppy fat. And of course, the biggest change of them all was the large, glorious mounds of flesh on her chest. They were memorising, and Randall couldn't keep his hands off of them whenever they had sex. He also noticed that her sex drive went through the roof. She was cumming multiple times per night and even let him cum inside of her, much to his delight.

Though he always worried about the effects the virus would have on him. It seemed like Cindy transformed first, and she finally finished, coming out with a stunning body and an over-the-top sex drive. However, one night she pointed something out to Randall.

"Baby, is it me or do you look different?" She said with a pout. Randall gently got up, looking at his naked body in the mirror... Something did seem off.

"Oh my god..." He heard Cindy say as she got up beside him. That's when it hit him. When she first entered his cell for the virus test, he had at least nine inches on her. She was 5'3, and Randall was a healthy 6'0. But as they stood beside each other he looked like he only had three or four inches of height on her.

"You've shrunk! You're such a cutie now." She giggled, quickly phoning in to the lab via the newly-installed mobile device. As an avid researcher, even with her new sexy body and new libido, she needed to note down the new discovery: The virus was having an effect on guys.

From that day onwards, Randall and Cindy couldn't help but notice the change happening with him. The height was the first thing to go, and he noticed that sex with Cindy began to die down. From five or six times throughout the night to only one quick blowjob every other day. By the time he stopped shrinking, he came up to Cindy's shoulder and was barely five feet, if that. Cindy playfully called him a little cutesy girl, which hurt Randall's pride. But he found himself accepting the teasing names, when normally he would get angry and fire back.

It was around this time when Cindy began to lactate heavily. As a way of soothing her milk production glands and stopping her chest from swelling up and getting too painful, Randall began to drink her breast milk, suckling from her large tits for hours at a time as he sat on her lap like a mother and a son. Randall noticed that his body hair was falling out, and after one shower he was left hairless, apart from the luscious brunette mane he was beginning to grow.

It had been two months since Cindy had joined him, and looking in the mirror he barely recognised himself. He looked... Like a she. Apart from the tiny, one-inch flaccid penis between his thick thighs. His hips were almost as wide as Cindy's, and there was no denying that he took up a very feminine form. His new face didn't help either. Just looking in the mirror reminded him of his sister back home. He was a spitting image of her when she was eighteen, facially at least.

"How's my wittle Remy doing?" Cindy called out from the bed, and with a rush Remy hurried over to the bed, eager to get her morning's breakfast. Wrapping her plump lips around one of the thick nipples, she began to suckle eagerly as Cindy stroked her baby girl's hair. Sure, she had a little clitty between her legs, but she considered what once used to be Randall as her gorgeous daughter. The busty blonde bimbo moaned deeply, feeling great pleasure at her jugs being drained slowly by the eager girl sitting on her lap.

The virus had been a success. At least, on her end. They just needed to make sure the bull part of the virus worked, so humanity could continue. Getting up, Cindy gently pushed Remy away from her busty chest as she headed to the phone, calling up Laura, one of the other researchers. "How's the bull going? I think we've finished. Remy's looking gorgeous."

"Cute name." Laura snickered on the other side. "Can't believe we turned a racist hillbilly into a sexy little thing like that. I think we're ready, but the bull... Hang on, one sec." The phone cut out but was suddenly put on speaker, and Cindy could hear shouting.

"Grace, what the fuck? You aren't meant to bring the bull out here... Yes, he's very attractive... Yeah, his dick does look really nice, I think I would like to suck on it some time... We could get infected! The entire place will get infected... Okay, okay. We'll put him back in his cell after we suck that big black dick. Gosh, it does look juicy, doesn't it?"

Cindy found herself stroking her pussy as she heard what was going on. Suddenly the power cut out, and a few moments later the emergency power flicked on, red lights bathing the startled Remy and the motherly Cindy, who were cuddling each other. Then, the door to their cell slid open.

"C'mon, Remy. Momma needs to go find someone special." Cindy purred, taking Remy by the hand as they walked out of their cells naked.