A Blur of a Week 1

The week had been a nonstop blur of humiliating, orgasmic surrender. Every single day the serum pushed you deeper into slutty femininity. Your nipples had grown fatter and more sensitive, constantly leaking tiny drops of clear fluid. Your chest had swelled into undeniable, perky little A-cup breasts—soft, jiggly mounds that bounced with every step and ached to be sucked. Your waist had cinched dramatically while your ass had ballooned into a fat, round, heart-shaped fuck-pillow that tripled in size. It jiggled obscenely with every movement, the heavy cheeks clapping softly as you walked.

By Friday morning your cock and balls were nearly gone. Your testicles had shrunk to tiny blueberries, barely the size of peas, sitting in a loose, wrinkled, almost-smooth sack that looked pathetic. Your penis had retreated when soft into a complete innie—nothing but a sensitive little mound with a tiny slit. When it tried to get hard, only the swollen pink head poked out like a shy little clit, just 2.5 cm long and a pathetic 3 cm around. You had lost over 70 pounds in a single week, dropping from 235 lbs down to 163 lbs. The only thing keeping any of your old pants up was your massive new ass.

Morning Yoga – Public Exposure and HumiliationYou walked into yoga class already leaking, your fat new tits bouncing freely under the thin top they’d given you. The moment you bent into downward dog, your yoga pants—stretched impossibly tight over your enormous ass—slid straight down your thighs and pooled at your ankles, exposing your smooth mound and tiny innie cock to the entire mixed class.A cute girl right next to you giggled. “Wait… are you a girl?” she asked, staring openly at your swollen chest and wide hips.Your tiny clit-dick surged instantly. The swollen pink head poked out from your smooth mound, throbbing visibly. The girl’s eyes widened. “Is that… a dick?” She burst out laughing, loud enough for half the class to look over.The humiliation hit like a freight train. Your pathetic little erection twitched hard and you came instantly—hands-free—squirting weak, watery spurts of cum onto the mat in front of you. Your fat tits jiggled as your body convulsed, nipples spraying tiny streams, your massive ass clenching and your hole winking. You dropped to your knees, cupped your hand under the spurting clit, and caught every drop like an eager cumslut. Then, right there in front of everyone, you brought your palm to your mouth and licked it clean, moaning sluttily as you swallowed your own load.

The girl laughed even harder. “Oh my god, it is a dick! A tiny little one! Holy shit, that’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen!” Her laughter triggered another weak spurt from your shrinking clit. Your face burned with shame while your hole fluttered with arousal.

All-Day Medicals – Official MeasurementsThe rest of the day was spent in medical. Dr. Stephie Glascock and two nurses took their time examining every inch of your transformed body.They weighed you first: 163 lbs—a massive drop from your starting 235. Your body fat had redistributed into soft curves, thick thighs, wide hips, and that ridiculous fat ass.Then came the genital measurements.Your flaccid penis was now officially “unmeasurable”—completely retracted into a smooth little mound. When they stimulated you (playing with your fat puffy nipples and sliding a thick finger into your ass to massage your prostate), you achieved your maximum erection: a pathetic 2.5 cm long and 3 cm in girth—barely bigger than a thumb. Your balls had shrunk to 0.25 cubic inches total volume—two tiny blueberries in a loose, nearly hairless sack.Dr. Glascock smiled sweetly, her own thick trans bulge obvious in her pants. “Compared to your intake measurements—4.9 inches long, 4.5 inches in girth erect, 3.3 inches flaccid with 3.25 inches girth—you’ve been thoroughly reduced. Such a good girl.”The prostate exam destroyed you. Bent over the table with your massive ass spread wide, the doctor slid two lubed fingers deep inside and milked your prostate relentlessly while another nurse pinched and tugged your swollen nipples. You moaned like a whore, tits jiggling, tiny clit dribbling continuously as powerful full-body orgasms crashed through you. Thick, clear fluid oozed out of your shrunken clit in long streams while your hole clenched greedily around her fingers. You came three times during the exam alone, each one wetter and more feminine than the last.New Wardrobe – Fully FeminizedNone of your old clothes fit anymore. Your massive ass wouldn’t allow it, and your new tits made shirts impossible. The staff issued you an entirely new wardrobe:Soft, lacy panties that cradled your tiny innie and tiny balls perfectly, the fabric teasing your sensitive mound constantly.

Tight yoga pants that clung to every curve of your fat ass like a second skin, the seam riding deep between your cheeks and rubbing your hole.

Sports bras that supported and pushed up your perky little tits, creating delicious cleavage.

Crop tops that showed off your soft, flat belly and the underside of your budding breasts.

A skimpy bikini for swimming—tiny triangles that barely covered your nipples and a thong bottom that disappeared between your massive ass cheeks, leaving your smooth mound on full display.

You changed in front of the mirror, staring at the curvy, big-assed, titty femboy staring back. Your tiny clit twitched in the new panties as you turned and jiggled your enormous ass. You looked like a slutty girl with a pathetic secret between her legs.The rest of the day you spent dripping and leaking in your new outfit. Every step made your fat ass cheeks clap, your sports bra hugged your sensitive tits, and the panties kept your tiny clit constantly stimulated. You couldn’t stop thinking about Dr. Glascock’s thick trans cock, about dropping to your knees and throating her while the cute yoga girl laughed at your worthless little dick.You were no longer the man who walked into this program. You were a cum-eating, nipple-cumming, ass-jiggling little femboy slut—and the serum was only getting started.What happens during the weekend?