Fred can change his life

Fred woke up naked on the floor of the private suite and looked at his phone. It read 5AM. His last memory was entering the suite and everything after that was a blank. He rubbed his face and pulled his fingers through his hair. It was all coated in a white crust. Looking down, everything seemed ok, no cuts or bruises. But his cock did seem to be a little bigger.

"Hey Buddy, good night?" Asked someone from the morning cleaning crew.

Fred was too embarrassed to answer. He put on his clothes as fast as he could and got in his car. The whole drive home he tried to piece together the night. He remembers the two really hot women coming in the door, and seeing them head to private suite. And all the noise and commotion that made him enter the suite. That was it.

Yawning as he entered the apartment complex, he bumped into Regan on her way out the door.

"Hey, Fred. Late night or early morning? I hope the ladies weren't too hard on you."

Regan was in a sports bra and yoga pants, headed to teach a class. She was a bombshell; tall, blonde, athletic, and with breasts just a little too big for the bra. Regan taught yoga classes in the morning and was a nursing student. He'd seen her working outside on the lawn a few times - how she could twist and contort always turned him on like crazy... imaginging what it would be like to get her in bed. Fred had tried to hit on her mutiple times, but never succeeded. It seemed like he'd never seen guys coming and going from her apartment... only girlfriends.

"Umm... yeah... had to put some extra hours in after club closed. Just need a nap now."

He spotted Regan's nipples poking through the fabric. She blushed when she realized he was staring at her chest. The pheromones drifting unknowingly from Fred's skin were starting to take effect.

He felt his cock go hard and tent his track pants... and a pressure building in his chest.

"Sure... um... Hey, I understand. I'll see you later."

Fred watched her ass walk as Regan walked away. His pants bulged put more. Entering his apartment he felt the urge to go to his laptop and surf for things that never interested him before... the things he saw in the club. Looking up "TS", "topping", "futa"... he started to play different videos of transgender porn... Standing in front of his laptop, he dropped his pants and his cock sprung out. Wetting it down with spit he began to jerk off to different clips of tramsgender porn stars on top of men and women...

Stroking harder, he noticed his cock seemed longer... he shuffled over to a kitchen drawer to find a tape measure... a foot long!

Returning to his PC, one clip of a blonde named Aubrey Kate masturbating really turned him on. The more he stroked the longer his cock seemed to grow.

Reaching over for a wad of kleenexes, he came hard in several spasms and collapsed to his knees. The eruption soaked the tissues and dripped on the floor. Mopping it up with more tissues, he walked to his bathroom and flushed them down to the toilet. Checking himself out in the mirror as he yawned... his cock hung down to his knees... he scratched at his chest.... his areolae felt swollen and were itchy, the nipples pushing against the tshirt fabric. Did he shave yesterday? Where was his stubble? And when was the last time he got a haircut.

He was soooo tired... none of this seemed to phase him. He crawled in bed and fell asleep. It was only 10am. Strange dreams of busty women with huge cocks filled his head. He tossed and turned all afternoon and night, not awaking until 6am the next morning.