The Sissy Virus Ch. 02

Alex's mouse hovered over the first video.

His anxiety was palpable; did he really have the virus? Was this actually possible?

The file began as a guided meditation, a captivating spiral rotating on the screen, accompanied by soothing binaural beats. Words occasionally materialised, blurred into obscurity. Hypnotic trance taking control. A deep, melodic voice emerged, its gentle tones radiating warmth and reassurance. The voice beckoned to delve further into a state of relaxation, coaxing his weary mind to submission.

His tension and anxieties dissipated as he let the calming sounds carry him away, words radiating through his mind, through his being as he relinquished control.

Towards the end of the video, the voice gently guided him back to consciousness, reassuring him that it was normal not to remember the contents of the video and to proceed to the next. The final words brought warmth to his core.

'Good girl.'

Clicking more confidently to the second video, he vacantly wondered why Aria had warned him of the files; they seemed innocent enough.

The second and third files passed much like the first, with the gentle voice coaxing him into a profound state of relaxation, blurring the contents in his memory. This time, he noticed images flashing within the swirling spiral. The lingering words 'good girl' continued reverberating in his mind.

His arousal became evident, his length hardening and straining against the fabric of his pants as he lost himself.

When he clicked on the fourth file, a familiar voice greeted him with a sultry 'Hello, sissy.' A surge of warmth pulsed through him, causing his cock to twitch. He desperately wanted to relieve himself but resolved to watch through all the files first, knowing he wouldn't follow through otherwise.

The fourth and fifth files dwarfed the previous three, but each video seemed to pass as quickly as it began, his mind lost to the deep trance of the files. As the files concluded, his cloudy mind struggled to regain composure, centring focus almost entirely on his peaking arousal. The pressure of his cock, straining for release, a wet patch spreading from the growing pool of precum filling his pants.

Just as he was about to unzip his pants, eager to relieve himself, a notification from Aria caught his eye on his phone.

"DO NOT CUM TO THEM."

His cock strained, almost beyond resistance. He flopped back onto his bed, closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, attempting to calm himself. He would see Aria tomorrow, and she could explain everything. Until then, he could wait. Hopefully.

After a few moments lying back, his excitement mostly passed; he sat back up and clicked back through the files. Perhaps hoping there was another he hadn't seen. Without a thought, he returned to the first file and started again. This time, it felt as if barely any time had passed, but his cock was rapidly pulsing with arousal, his mind fuzzy and warm as he indulged in the meditative trance of the hypnosis. He couldn't help but continue. Eventually, his eyes track to the clock, and he realised there were barely two hours left before he was supposed to wake up for work.

The sunlight burned through his eyelids as he struggled to wake, rubbing at his eyes before peering for the alarm that usually wakes him.

12:30

His body jolts upright as he registers the time. He slept through all of his alarms. His boss is going to kill him.

Hastily crafting an excuse and praying for mercy, he sends a text.

"Hey, I'M SO SORRY! I overslept. I felt ill last night and hoped I'd be better by the morning. I won't be able to make it to work today. Again, sorry. - Alex"

Slumping back onto his bed, he let out an exhausted sigh. He really can't catch a break. Unsure what to do next, his gaze drifts back to his laptop, thinking of rewatching the videos. Just the thought causes his cock to twitch with excitement. Barely able to resist, he remembered Aria's text last night and how badly he craved release.

"When are you coming around?" he texts Aria, his patience waning as he sits anxiously on his bed.

A firm knock resounds from the door as his phone vibrates in his hand, "Now".

As she stood in the doorway, a fluttering sensation erupted in his chest; he had almost forgotten how cute she really was. She wore a light, floral summer dress, her hair styled in an intentionally messy bun, loose strands resting gently, framing either side of her glowing smile. Awkwardly slung across her back was a black sports bag, a striking contrast to her light outfit.

"Hey," he greeted with a flustered smile.

"Hey!" she brushed past him, leading him into his room. "So, have you watched the first file yet?"

A moment of realisation hit him. Aria didn't anticipate he would watch all of the videos right away. His uncertainty gives rise to palpable anxiety, resonating through his bones. "Yeah, uh... I actually watched a few," he stammered.

"Oh, good! That'll help us diagnose. I was worried we hadn't given it enough time," she responded in a relaxed and cheerful tone.

A few beats passed as they locked eyes, sharing a moment of silence.

An inquisitive brow formed on her face as she inquired, "So, what did you think?"

"They were relaxing," a frown crossed his face in contemplation, "Sort of like meditation. I was anxious when you said they might be weird or gross, but it was okay."

"Hmm, okay." her eyes narrowed slightly, and her lips thinned. "But you haven't been experiencing any obvious symptoms at all?" her eyes hanging on his.

"What sort of symptoms?" He inquired, thinly veiling his growing anxiety.

"Well, it's probably a good sign you don't already know." her smile beamed again, "it can be all sorts of things, like cross-dressing or interest in it. Dissociation or daydreaming, you might crave cock, cum, feminine clothes, makeup, etcetera. Physical symptoms could include Breast development, physical weakness, shedding body hair, softening skin." Her fingers counted out the blatantly rehearsed symptoms before trailing off and looking back at him, "Like I said, all kinds of things. Just any changes you've noticed."

His mind spiralled into an overwhelmed panic as he tried to comprehend the listed symptoms.

After taking some time to dwell on the question, her gaze holding his with her carefree smile, he finally managed. "I don't think so?" His voice came out with wavering uncertainty. Memories of his last shift at work told him it was a lie. He had never fixated on cock like that before.

"Oh, well, great! When you messaged me, I just assumed you were having some trouble. I'm so glad it was just a follow-up. I would have felt so bad if I had turned you into a cock-hungry cumslut or something." she said with a bright grin.

Her words pierced him like daggers.

Unable to find the words to respond, he smiled awkwardly back at her while the weight of his lie enveloped his mind.

"I suppose you'll never have to hear from me again then!... Unless you wanted to," she said with a wink, breaking his awkward silence. Stepping closer to him, she leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek before pulling back. "I guess I'll see you around," she finished before letting herself out.

He sits back on his bed and spends a few moments processing.

"Fuck." His mind spiralled around what she had said. Lingering on the fact that he had just gained no useful information and asked none of the questions he had intended to.

Dwelling on his anxiety and getting nowhere quickly, he decided to go and get a drink of water. But as he stood, he noticed Aria's sports bag sitting in the corner of his room. Realising she must have forgotten it, he texted her a picture of the bag, "You left this behind."

As he sat down with his water, waiting to see if she texted back, he couldn't help but keep eyeing the bag. How much stuff did she really need to bring? What was all of this for?

His feet tapped anxiously on the floor as he compulsively sipped at his water. His eyes continually crept back to the bag. Unable to contain himself anymore, with no reply from Aria, he put her bag on his bed and unzipped the main compartment.

His rising apprehension and anxiety about the contents immediately crashed as he opened the bag to reveal a collection of women's clothes.

Peering down into the bag of clothes, he started looking more closely. It was a bag of women's clothes, but sifting through, he found all sorts of clothes, not just what you would find in a regular sports bag.

After spending some minutes admiring the clothes, setting up outfits he liked on the bed, and finding a few sets of lingerie unlike anything he had seen outside of a movie, he began contemplating Aria's warning about crossdressing being one of the symptoms to look out for; This was the perfect opportunity to prove that he isn't a sissy!

Looking at the clothes he had picked out, he decided to try them on. That way, he could prove that he had no interest in crossdressing.

Picking one of the less revealing outfits, he almost immediately dressed in a fitted black top that accentuated his figure, complemented by soft pleated beige shorts cinched with a sleek black belt. Strappy low heels in a matching shade to the shorts, and to complete the look, he draped a thigh-length black cardigan over his shoulders, effortlessly tying the outfit together.

Admiring his new look in the mirror, he couldn't help but notice his chest, the padded bra giving his form feminine curves. Admiring his indistinguishably feminine silhouette, he intuitively posed for himself in the mirror.

His cock strained against the soft fabric of his panties as he photographs his outfit.

Time slipped away, absorbed in the moment, slowly making his way through the bag, trying various styles and capturing each one with his phone, filling it with a collection of pictures showcasing each look.

With newfound confidence, his mind barely resisting anymore, he began exploring the lingerie. The soft fabrics caressed his skin, tantalising sensations sending shivers down his spine. As only a few clothes remained in the bottom of the bag, his hand brushed against something solid. Intrigued, he reached under the clothes and pulled it out.

A big silicone cock bounced before his eyes. he dropped it on his bed, taking a moment of pause, and looked down at the dildo he had just discovered.

His cock strained against his panties as he sat in shock, his lips slightly parted as he felt himself salivate. His mind compelled him; it would only be right to suck it. How feminine he looked in this cute lingerie.

With a moment of resilience, he grabbed the dildo and flung it back into the bag, pushing it further away.

His cock strained in frustration, drips of precum soaking into the delicate white panties of his matching lingerie. Unable to shake the images of sucking the large dildo barely out of reach.

Pulling his laptop onto his bed, he tried vehemently to distract himself. To play a game or watch a movie.

As he pulled open the laptop, facing a familiar screen. He left the files Aria sent him up last night. Unable to resist, he hit play on the first video and was immediately lost again in a trance.

As the first video ended, he realised he was subconsciously playing with his cock. Remembering he wasn't supposed to cum to the files, he decided he could use the dildo instead. It was only because he couldn't cum to the files; he was just distracting his hands.

He reached into the bag and wrapped his hand around the thick, hard cock, then clicked play on the second video. As he pumped his hands up and down, massaging the thick head of the juicy cock before him, he became lost in the hypnotic images flickering on the screen.

He had reached the end of the third video without even realising he had watched the second. Pulling his head back from the large dildo that filled his throat, he prepared to play the fourth video.

A moment of realisation dawned on him, "Why was the dildo in my mouth?" but the voice in his head was too faint, fading into emptiness as the fourth file dragged him back into its hypnotic trance.

The hypnotic audio whispering in his ear, the cock pushed deep in his throat, so far he could barely hold back choking, the strings of saliva dripping from his face mixing with his tears, his fingers gently tickling his pulsing cock through his wet white panties, pushed just beyond the point of no return. Suddenly he was aware of it all at once as he felt his cock spurting powerfully into his delicate panties. The pools of cum dripped through the fabric and overflowed from the sides, sliding down his thighs and onto the bed as he moaned from the intense full-body orgasm, writhing in pleasure as he choked desperately on the dildo.

The feeling of shame intermingled with the intense pleasure as the orgasm showed no signs of stopping, pulling the dildo from his throat. His mouth stayed connected through thick strands of saliva as he saw the messy wet pool surrounding the glistening dildo. His mouth was a sticky mess; his throat was sore from penetration. The deep glow of pleasure pulsed deep within him.

As he collapsed onto the bed, riding out the rest of the orgasm, he heard a sharp knock at the door.

Panic and shame engulfed him as he mustered his last dregs of energy to leap off the bed and hastily put on some loose clothes. Amidst the chaotic mess of girly clothes scattered around his room, he found a pair of baggy sweatpants and an old jumper.

Rushing to the door, he pulled it open quickly, "sorry, I was just getting into the shower," he lied breathlessly.

Aria looked back at him, one eyebrow raised inquisitively, "Sure..."

He gazed back at her, unable to gauge her response amidst the lingering haze of panic.

"Anyway, I was just coming back to get my bag. I hope that's okay; I know I didn't reply to your text." She chirped in her bright tone, but her eyes stayed narrow, and her brow furrowed as she scrutinised him from head to toe, her lips curling to a knowing smirk.

"Well, about that, it's just that." He stammered, his words stumbling in his panicked state as he desperately tried to formulate an excuse to prevent her from entering.

Her gaze held his patiently as he continued tripping over his words.

After taking a few deep breaths, he looked down at her and admitted, "I opened it. I'm sorry. I could clean a few things and return it to you in a couple of days?" his gaze dropped to the floor, and his face flushed a deep red at what he was admitting. His eyes caught the white stockings covering his feet, quickly jumping aside, hiding them in his slippers.

Taking advantage of the situation, she stepped inside and confidently made her way towards his room, with him reluctantly following behind.

"That's fine," she declared with an unwavering and decisive voice, "it was all sissy stuff anyway, nothing you would have been interested in." Her words carried a firmness as she entered his room.

"Well, actually, I wanted to talk to you about that," his voice unfaltering now as he surrendered to complete honesty, hoping she could help him.

She turned to face him, her back away from the room. "Of course, sweetie. You can talk to me about anything."

"I've been watching the videos a lot," he confessed, his voice filled with hesitation and vulnerability. "I mean, like, four or five times already. I've actually lost count. And I... I couldn't resist trying on most of your clothes. When you mentioned crossdressing as one of the symptoms, I wanted to prove that I didn't have it. But then, well, one thing led to another and I ended up like this."

His rambling trailed off as he mustered the courage to reveal more. With a tremor in his hands, he slowly pulled off the jumper and sweatpants, exposing the lingerie underneath. Painfully aware of the cum still dripping from his panties and thighs. He waited for Aria to react.

Stepping forwards to embrace and reassured him, "I'm so sorry you felt like you couldn't tell me, sweetie," her embrace soft but firm, "We'll get you through this, I promise."

His body relaxed fully into hers as he was overwhelmed with relief as the anxiety he felt about telling her washed away. "Thank you."

Breaking from their long embrace Aria sat down carefully on the bed, looking up at him, "You'd make a cute sissy though if that's what you wanted."

He just looked down at her, blushing under her gaze.

"It's fine; you're still early on." She reaches into a pocket of the bag and takes out a small pot of pills. "These will stop it getting worse. You might still feel compelled to dress up and watch the files, but you shouldn't see any progressing symptoms.

"Thank you"

"This hard drive has an exercise routine on it. Following a good exercise routine should help the pills take effect, so don't slack off unless you want to be a cute little sissy like me." she playfully flicked her hair, a mischievous grin crossing her face. "It's also full of files; if you can't resist. It shouldn't do any further harm, so long as you don't cum to them."

The following morning, he felt much better about himself. So long as he continued to take the pills, he'd be fine.

The hard drive contained hundreds of files, videos and audio recordings. Resisting the temptation to explore them further, Alex started an exercise routine, boldly selecting one of the intermediate workouts. The girl in the videos had made it appear effortless; as he struggled through the motions. Looking ahead, he resolved to start with the easier workouts.

After recovering from his exercise, he started browsing the vast library of files. While getting ready for work, he listened to a few audio files. After showering, he dressed in a cute black lace set of lingerie under his work clothes; it's not like anyone would see it.

By the time he was ready for work, he was fully engrossed in the audio, unable to turn it off for his commute.

Arriving at work, he left just one earbud in; that way he could still work. He used to do it with music all the time.

It doesn't take long for these new habits to integrate into his daily life, finding himself making significant improvements in his fitness and flexibility.

Aria said not to cum to the files; he usually managed about a week before giving in but otherwise was following her advice without fail.

The one thing he took shame in was how often he used the dildo she gave him. Almost every evening after work Alex practised along with the files, avidly sucking and stroking the silicone cock. It often made him wonder how quickly he could get a real cock off with his practised mouth.

He had weekly updates with Aria just in case. She disapproved of his masturbation habit but otherwise agreed his progress seemed promising. After a few months, though, he started to notice growth in his chest, his breasts becoming more sensitive and tender, and his nipples growing more prominent. For a few weeks, he decided not to tell Aria; it was probably just because he had been experimenting with nipple play. There seemed no point in worrying her over nothing.

Only the swelling didn't show signs of stopping; Before long, he would be unable to hide it. After several sleepless nights, struggling to accept the reality of his budding breasts, he decided he had to get help. "I think the virus is back. I need your help."

Aria arrived at his house within the hour, her delicate hands groping at his chest, assessing the situation. "Oh no! You should have told me right away." Her fingers pinched at his sensitive nipples, causing him to mewl out in pleasure and pain before releasing him. "It's okay; we can still fix this, but, um. You might not be comfortable with it."

'Why, what is it?' his voice wavering but apprehensive, wondering what she was about to suggest that could be less comfortable than growing tits.