Full-Time Femboy

By day, he was a soft-spoken student, built slender if not lanky, who kept to himself and his books. He was friendly when approached, but made less effort to relate to his peers. "Outgoing" was not a word that described him.

To anyone that visited him at night, "outgoing" was maybe the only word that described him. In fact, he was widely known to the gay community around campus as a good time. A frequent on apps like Grindr, his hookup game was constant; he liked to bring a variety of boys to his dorm nearly every night, sometimes in groups. When he wasn't doing that, he was camming to a small but budding audience online.

Whatever his body might have lacked on its own, he made up for in fashion. His partners only ever saw him in a sexy femme outfit -- a new one each time, constructed with the care and vigor of a cosplayer. He took great pride in his presentation, and if he were to confess, it made him feel whole, sometimes even regardless of the promise of a good fuck.

He had a plethora of panties on offer: thin, stretchy, lacy, skimpy, see-through, whatever the night called for. He, and his partner on any given day, always admired his bulge, how it looked behind a new piece of fabric, although usually nothing was left to the imagination. A personal favorite was a mere string, wide enough to cover only the slit of his dick, cockhead pouring out around it; he didn't wear it often, as it quickly rode uncomfortable. Another popular occurrence, he would sometimes tease a new partner by bouncing up and down until his staff freed itself out the top, poking over the waistline. But sometimes he would face someone soft, and let them watch as they had a visible effect on him, pushing the fabric to its limit.

He also owned an extensive makeup collection, and a handful of AA-cup bras to complete the look, but he didn't have to stop there; from time to time, he donned a set of cat ears, and had handy several sets of so-called "programmer socks" -- thigh-highs with bright patterns which, inexplicably, were most popular with the CS majors.

By night, he was a professional femboy.

And for almost a year, that suited him just fine. But over time, he questioned more and more whether he wouldn't feel most complete as a girl. It never bothered him too much, it was just a nagging feeling in the back of his mind, but a feeling which he nonetheless started giving more credence to. Being a guy in the daylight felt normal, albeit what he was used to for 22 years. At day's end though, he was always chasing the femme feeling, trying to make it more authentic, more alluring. If nothing else, he wanted to broaden his audience, earn the appeal of straight guys, and offer an unforgettable experience.

It wasn't enough to convince him to try hormone replacement or surgery, but it *was* enough for something new to catch his attention, scrolling aimlessly one night:

"EVER WANTED TO TRY BEING A WOMAN?"

"100% SATISFACTION GUARANTEE!"

"REVOLUTION IN SCIENCE!"

"TASTE THE FOREFRONT OF HUMANITY"

He couldn't help but giggle at the helpless advertising. "Ooh, I'd love to taste someone's forefront!" He decided to place an order, you know, for the memes. A few clicks in, the product was presented as a small, medical-looking bottle of liquid which would be shipped to the provided address. Then, there were no less than four separate waivers, several pages each, which he was asked to digitally sign. Class reading assignments were shorter than that! So he skimmed and signed away.

The total came out to $34. To a college student, that was a pretty steep price for snake oil, but he justified it as a gag for his cam show. He'd order the dumb thing, make an over-the-top video about it, maybe put together his sluttiest, most feminine outfit yet, and get some laughs and some clicks.

But a small part of him, kinda hoped it would work. It wouldn't, but, on the off-chance it did... that would be a win-win, right? He didn't want to get his hopes up, but at the very least, he was suddenly most looking forward to his package arriving in seven to ten business days. He even spent some time picking out new clothes and setting up new tech for his show, "just in case".

Throughout the week, his personal fantasies only got wilder. He imagined going to class as a brand-new person, revealing his new assets, whatever exactly they would be, in short, tight clothes. He fancied himself a cumslut, to be seated on all four paws like a good kitten, surrounded by a ring of boys' cocks letting into his open, waiting mouth. He got extra excited thinking about whether he'd have cleavage or a bigger ass to catch some semen dripping down.

He wondered if his new clientele would be rougher with him. Getting his hair pulled on while getting pounded from behind? Getting his chest groped and twisted? Double penetration? Would he get catcalled in public?

This medicine would unlock a brand-new side of him, a whole new world of sexual exploits... if it worked, of course. If it didn't... well, it wouldn't, and he was prepared for that. But he started letting reality get away from him. No longer was the plan to turn a fake product into a gag -- he started to see that as a "backup" plan. The real goal was to use a real product and become a girl -- a hot and curvy one. He couldn't help but jack off every night to his future, sexy self.

...

Finally, it came. A nondescript cardboard box waited patiently -- more patiently than he -- on his doorstep, Friday night after class. He couldn't contain his excitement -- not in his chest, nor in his pants. It was extra hot knowing he'd have an entire weekend to do nothing but sleep around in a new body... or just hide away in his dorm and fuck himself over and over. He'd have to try the new dildo he bought at least once.

The door shut swiftly behind him. Immediately, he threw off his boyish day clothes and put on something more... appropriate. Not lingerie this time, no -- he wanted to really see his curves, feel his body change. It was yoga pants and a very tight tee-shirt for him. He hoped that by the end of his transformation, it would be a crop-top!

He ripped the box open; it was about the right size to hold a brand-new phone. Most of the space, however, was for padding and paper -- instructions, warnings, health info. The important part was much smaller -- a single vial of clear liquid, not larger than a finger. He discarded everything else, popped the cap off, and after a deep breath, threw back the vial into his open mouth. The teensy bit of liquid poured out and rushed down his throat, leaving a numbing feeling throughout.

The numbing sensation radiated from his center and made him feel intoxicated. His face was immediately flushed and his hands were weak. It wasn't painful, but it was scary; at once he was reminded that he just drank a mysterious medicine without reading any of the packaged information, and that's all his brain was able to process as the liquid consumed him.

It felt like an out-of-body experience. A consciousness, floating about, dissociating from its mortal coil. It was ready for whatever the universe would throw at it next, if for lack of being able to protest. But just as time were about to stop, that consciousness was pulled back by a strong, tingling sensation... in the chest, and in the groin.

"Holy shit...!" A gasp. That voice sounded very... feminine.

That was her own voice.

"Oh, my god..." She couldn't believe she sounded so pretty! That was her new voice! The medicine was working!

The thumping feeling in her chest drew her attention as it became too much to ignore. She glanced down and saw two buds emerging through her top, throbbing hard against the thin fabric. With each pulse, they never went down quite as far back as they started -- they were growing! She felt so beautiful, she could have cried. Her hands, regaining feeling, reached up to grasp her chest, and the sensation jolted her further into reality. They were *sensitive*.

"Oh..." She moaned to herself. The purring in her new, delicate vocal cords was inebriating; she felt compelled to let every feeling, every emotion escape her lips.

She closed her eyes and rubbed her nipples through the fabric and they lengthened, threatening to poke holes. She really wanted them to. She clamped down on them and pulled, hard. She cried with a guttural moan.

Her eyes reopened as she shook her head, flushing out the sensations in her body, when she noticed something else -- her hair! The weight alone, crashing against her shoulders as her head moved, was hard to ignore, let alone the strands of hair swaying in and out of her peripheral vision. She ran her hands through, gauging their length, and in fact they didn't seem to be done growing out. She traced her locks down to her butt, and promptly gave it a squeeze -- much more ample and squishy than she ever remembered. She looked down to check out her curves, and--

Her tits were in the way! What were mere buds just five minutes ago, were already two fully-developed breasts under two thick areolae, and they weren't done yet. She cheered them on as her cleavage deepened and her nipples stiffened. In her little self-celebration, she couldn't stop herself from bouncing on her tip-toes -- and that sent earthquakes through her growing mountains. The new weight felt *incredible*, and only encouraged her to keep bouncing, feeling her tits try and weigh her down. When she tired of jumping around, she crept her hand up under her shirt to feel how far it'd risen, if at all -- her midriff was completely bare already, and felt beautifully toned. She reached up higher and found her underboob, a little earlier than she expected to. She couldn't help but giggle. Her body was euphoric.

There was only one thing left to examine -- her crotch. She was about to masturbate as a woman for the first time. Her breathing was heavy and her anticipation was high. She reached down to her mound, and... her hand knocked into something.

Her cock.

"What?" She exclaimed to herself. Her eyes shot downwards, but it was no use -- her tits were even bigger now, and eclipsed even her feet. With a small pout, she pulled off her shirt, letting her puppies fly -- they nearly pulled her down to the floor in front of her. She hefted one in her hand, nipple jutting out into the open air; it felt like wearing a backpack, but on her chest. That would have to wait. She could get a slightly better view between her cleavage, now that her boobs weren't cradled together in the fabric.

Massive bulge in her pants, pulsing over and over, begging to be freed. Confused, she shook her head -- this was supposed to go away, right? She pulled down gently on the hem and rolled it off the tip of her cock, causing it to spring up, slapping her navel once with a splash of pre-cum. It bobbed around for a moment before coming to a rest, head suspended high in the air.

It was definitely her cock. The cock she teased and jerked her entire life as a boy. With bated breath, she watched on, hoping that it would slowly shrink down into a clit, but as a minute passed, she could see the opposite happening: It was stretching *longer*.

"Oh my god, omigod omigod..." It was sexually frustrating. She was ready to play with something else, but there this monster cock rested, already eight inches, demanding satisfaction. In a sudden fit, she bounced over to the trash bin and sifted through the packaging and papers to find any information...

The box wasn't branded by anything, but she suddenly noticed that the shipping label read: "Futa Transformation". What?! Did she order the wrong thing? Did they send the wrong thing?

*thump*.

As she held the box in her hands, her dick grew out a little more and thumped the side of the counter. The cold surface very pleasantly cooled her raging, steaming cock, as it pumped with blood. A shudder ran up her spine, flushing her cheeks and perking her nipples -- such tiny sensations were everywhere on her body, now, whereas they were barely noticeable before she took the medicine. It was overstimulating.

She re-binned the cardboard box, raised her arms, and grabbed the sides of her head in disbelief as the body below her continued to transform. All the weight hanging off her was still erotic, even her penis, now nine, almost ten inches long. Lust was beginning to overtake her concern.

With one deep sigh, she whisked herself away to her bedroom, and got comfy on the bed. She pulled her pants all the way off her slender legs. She lied down, and couldn't help but giggle as the weight of her tits sank and shimmied into her underarms. Make no mistake, they were still... *big*. G-cups, by now.

But lying on her back, her cock absolutely towered over the both of them, now. She had to admit, it was kinda... cute? It wasn't super veiny or super hairy; really, it wasn't super masculine. It was a cute little girldick -- just, not so little. She grabbed it by the base and whipped it around a couple times -- it was very hot and very heavy, like a slab of meat attached to her groin.

She started to jerk off, raising and lowering again her hand all the way up and down her shaft. Reaching the entire length took a lot longer than it ever did before! She kept up this slow, sensual motion; it sent an electric hum through her body, which, after brushing through all her erogenous zones, escaped through her vocal cords in the form of an encouraging, feminine moan.

Her body responded well to this. Her nipples went rock-hard, in fact they might have even grown some. She paused for a moment to pinch them both, choked between her forefingers, and it caused her to scream again. Her cock was throbbing hard, hoisted by a rush of blood, and still growing.

Although she had her hopes up for a pussy, a near-foot of cockflesh looked good on anybody, and it was all hers. She was gonna make it cum. She rolled over -- as much as she could with a pole and two sandbags threatening to pull her off the bed -- and grabbed a silicone pocket pussy from underneath.

She started slowly, teasing her tip, rubbing the entrance over her cockhead, but when she pressed down a little, it hardly budged. She was about to fuck the tightest pussy of her life. With a little more pressure, then a little more force, her dick was able to break through, eliciting yet another soft moan from her lips.

Once she made it that far, she really wanted to take the next part slowly -- relish in it. She carefully, agonizingly slowly, pulled the pussy down her shaft, feeling the ridges and crevasses over every inch as her rod felt its warm embrace. Then, with a harsh pop, her cockhead emerged out the other side.

She barely made it halfway down.

But she wasn't about to quit now. She shoved it down all the way, getting every bit of her shaft wet as her now-enormous cock stood far from the other end.

Her heart was pumping overtime. She couldn't wait any longer. She raised and lowered the masturbator, now more vigorously, accompanied by a squelching sound. Her dick was heating up. Then she started slamming it down, with an audible -thwap- against her pelvis each time. She used a free hand to play with her breasts, which sorely missed the attention, tracing circles around her areolae and tugging at the centers from time to time. Precum started dribbling out... giving her all the more lubrication. She started humping the air lightly, bouncing her ass off the bed, thrusting into an invisible womb. Her breathing was getting dangerously close to hyperventilating.

And then... she grew again. Well, there's been a near-constant growth this whole time, but this time, her penis started getting *thicker*. It would have been horrifying if she wasn't so horny. She pulled her hand away briefly to observe.

Her pocket pussy was slowly becoming as good as a cock ring. Red, throbbing flesh erupted out the other end like a volcano as the silicone did its best to hold together, but alas... her dick tore it open. She set the pieces aside and looked back at her member.

It needed two hands to handle, now. One hand couldn't get all the way around, even if she tried. But god dammit, she was going to cum. She grabbed firmly with both hands, fingers sinking into her shaft, and she started jerking as hard as she could. The skin was stretched so taut now, there wasn't much give... but every little pull, every little sensation was overwhelming. It was so sensitive, she could feel the air breezing against the tip.

This was it. She may have still had a dick -- more dick than she'd ever asked for -- but her transformation was complete. Delicate, painted toes, curling, grasping desperately into the bedsheets, as the throes of orgasm came. Breasts swelling into view every time she looked down, topped with huge, rock-hard nipples that almost made her cum from touch alone. An ass that jiggled with every step and held her torso high against the bed. Hair that she could sleep on.

She wasn't a girl after all. She was a femboy... but now, she was full-time. No one would be able to resist her. She would never again hide her assets or her slutty disposition.

She bit her lip... she could feel it coming.

"Ohhh! Ohhhhhh! Ooooohhh!" She whimpered. She closed her eyes and prepared herself for an earth-quaking orgasm. Her ass-cheeks clenched, bracing herself.

A scream fell out as semen rushed up her thirteen inches, followed by a salvo of cum. The first blast was powerful enough to hit the ceiling... then the second left piles of seed on her tits... the third struck her in the face and neck, just barely, otherwise painting the bedsheets by her head... each time, the pulse in her shaft pushing her fingers apart where they rested. Her dick was already a lot softer, and less swollen. The fourth shot left a couple ropes across her tummy... and from there, it mostly trickled out, pooling up at the base of her cock. Goosebumps ran throughout her entire body and stayed that way as she came down from cloud nine.

She couldn't wait to do it again... after a good sleep.