Changes

Daisy’s taste lingers on my tongue, salty and sweet, her seed a fire in my veins. I’m still kneeling between her thighs, my body trembling from the intensity of what we’ve just done. Her lazy, satisfied smile burns into me, and that warm, electric hum in my core is growing, spreading like wildfire. I know what’s coming—I feel it, and the anticipation is a ****, making my skin prickle with unbearable need. I’m not just accepting the change; I’m craving it, every cell screaming for the transformation I’ve spent weeks denying. Daisy leans forward, her fingers brushing my cheek, and whispers, “Here it comes, baby. Let it take you.”

The first wave hits like a supernova, a molten surge that starts in my cock and radiates outward, setting every nerve alight. My shaft throbs, swelling impossibly, the skin stretching taut as it grows, inch by agonizing inch. It’s not just longer—seven, eight, nine inches, then more, a monstrous, veined beast that pulses with a life of its own—but thicker, heavier, the weight of it pulling a guttural moan from my throat. I grip it, my hand barely closing around its girth, and stroke once, twice, and fuck—the pleasure is blinding, a white-hot jolt that makes my vision spark. Thick ropes of cum erupt, splattering my chest, my thighs, the couch, each pulse a shattering orgasm that leaves me gasping, yet hungry for more. I keep stroking, unable to stop, each touch sending shudders through my softening, hypersensitive skin, the sensation so intense it’s almost painful.

My chest is next, a swelling pressure like my heart’s trying to burst free. Each beat pumps molten ecstasy through me, and I watch, mesmerized, as my pecs soften, then bloom into full, heavy breasts. They’re massive, round, and perfect, jiggling with every ragged breath, the skin flushed and glistening. My nipples harden, puffy and hypersensitive, and when I brush a trembling hand across them, it’s like lightning strikes my core. I pinch one, hard, and cry out, the pleasure so sharp it’s torturous, radiating to every inch of my body. My breasts are so full they ache, begging to be touched, squeezed, worshipped, and I can’t resist, cupping them, kneading them, lost in the sinful softness and the way each touch makes my cock twitch and leak.

The change surges downward, and my waist cinches inward, a delicious, sucking pull that leaves me gasping. My hips flare out, widening into lush, feminine curves, and my ass—oh, God, my ass—it balloons, growing plump and firm, a perfect, heart-shaped marvel that jiggles with the slightest movement. The sensation is maddening, every nerve in my new curves screaming with sensitivity. I shift, and the brush of my cheeks against each other sends a pulse of pleasure straight to my core, my hole twitching, already slick with natural lube. It’s real, that bimboi myth, and the emptiness inside me is a throbbing, **** ache, a hunger that makes me whimper. I clench, and the sensation of my tight, wet hole is so intense I nearly come again, my cock spurting a fresh stream without even being touched.

My legs reshape next, thighs thickening into plush, creamy pillars, calves curving delicately, every inch of skin smooth and feverishly sensitive. The lightest brush of air against them makes me shiver, each step a cascade of pleasure as my new curves shift and sway. My entire body is an erogenous zone now, every touch, every movement a spark that feeds the inferno inside me. I run my hands over my hips, my ass, my breasts, and it’s too much—my skin is so soft, so responsive, that I’m moaning uncontrollably, my voice higher, sweeter, a sultry melody I barely recognize.

The final wave crashes through my face, a warm, tingling rush that reshapes me from the inside out. My jaw softens, cheekbones rising, lips plumping into a full, pouty bow that begs to be kissed, fucked, filled. My eyes widen, lashes lengthening, and when I catch my reflection in the dorm’s smudged mirror, I’m breathtaking—a heart-stopping, slutty goddess with a face made for sin. My hair cascades in dark, glossy waves, framing my flushed, perfect features. I touch my lips, and the sensation is electric, my mouth as sensitive as my cock, my ass, my tits. I’m a walking orgasm, every inch of me engineered for pleasure, and I’m drowning in it, loving every second.

My cock, now a gigantic, throbbing masterpiece, leaks steadily, each drop a tiny climax that makes my knees weak. I’m so sensitive that the air itself feels like a lover’s touch, teasing my skin, my nipples, the slick heat between my cheeks. I look at Daisy, who’s watching me with raw hunger, her own cock hardening again. “Fuck, Brian,” she breathes, “you’re a goddamn masterpiece.”

I laugh, the sound a throaty, seductive purr, and crawl onto her lap, my new body moving with a natural, slutty grace. My breasts press against her chest, my ass grinding against her thighs, and every point of contact is an explosion of bliss. “It’s Brianna now,” I whisper, my lips brushing her ear, and the sound of my new name sends a fresh wave of pleasure through me. I’m not just infected—I’m reborn, a busty, cock-hungry sissy with a body that feels every sensation a hundredfold, and I can’t wait to explore every inch of it. I kiss her, deep and filthy, my tongue fucking her mouth as my slick hole clenches, begging for her to fill me.

The pleasure is unbearable, a constant, pulsing ecstasy that makes my old life feel like a faded dream. I’m alive, I’m me, and as I grind against Daisy, my gigantic cock rubbing against her stomach, my sensitive skin singing with every touch, I know I was made for this. “Fuck me,” I moan, my voice dripping with need, “make me scream, Daisy.” And as she grins, pushing me back onto the couch, I surrender to the bliss, ready to lose myself in this new, perfect, pleasure-soaked existence.