I woke up with a dull ache in my neck, the kind you get after sleeping in a weird position. My hand instinctively went to rub it, but something felt… off. My fingers brushed against skin that was too smooth, too soft. I frowned, still half-asleep, and opened my eyes. My heart stopped. My chest. My fucking chest. There were two massive mounds protruding from it, round and full, the kind that made you stare even if you didn’t want to. I sat up so fast my head spun, and the weight of them shifted with me, jiggling slightly under the thin fabric of my sleep shirt. “What the fuck?” My voice came out higher, softer, almost musical. I grabbed at my chest, and the moment my hands made contact, I froze. They were heavy, warm, and so fucking soft. My fingers sank into the flesh, and I couldn’t help but squeeze, testing the give. A sharp gasp escaped me as my own touch sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. My core. My hand shot down between my legs, and my stomach dropped. No. No fucking way. My dick was gone. Instead, there was a smooth, wet slit, already tingling with heat. I was a woman.I stumbled out of bed, nearly tripping over my own feet as I rushed to the bathroom. The mirror confirmed it. I was staring at an 18-year-old girl. Long hair, big doe eyes, full lips, and tits. Fucking tits. They were enormous, too big for my frame, but somehow perfect. My nipples were hard, poking through the fabric of my shirt, and I couldn’t stop staring at them. I ripped the shirt off, letting it fall to the floor, and looked at myself completely naked. My hands went to my tits again, cupping them, feeling the weight, the softness. I squeezed them together, watching as they bulged in my hands, the nipples hardening even more. My breath came in short, uneven gasps as I ran my thumbs over them, the sensation shooting straight to my cunt.I was wet. So fucking wet. My fingers dipped between my legs, and I moaned at the first touch. My pussy was soaked, the slickness coating my fingers as I dragged them through the folds. I found my clit, already swollen and throbbing, and rubbed it in slow, deliberate circles. My hips jerked forward, and I let out a whimper. Fuck, it felt good. My other hand was still on my tits, pinching and pulling at my nipples, the dual sensations making my legs shake. I needed more. I needed to feel more. I grabbed the edge of the sink with one hand to steady myself and pushed two fingers into my pussy. The tightness, the heat, it was overwhelming. I curled my fingers, searching for that spot, and when I found it, I nearly screamed. My knees wobbled, and I had to lean against the sink to keep from falling. I fucked myself with my fingers, hard and fast, my tits bouncing with every thrust. My clit was throbbing, begging for attention, and I dragged my thumb over it, rubbing in time with the movements of my fingers. It didn’t take long. The pressure built quickly, my body trembling as I got closer and closer. My tits were heaving, my nipples so sensitive that even the air brushing against them made me moan. I was whimpering, gasping, my fingers working furiously as I chased my orgasm. And then it hit me, a wave of pleasure so intense it felt like I was being ripped apart and put back together at the same time. My back arched, my tits jutting out as I came, my pussy clamping down on my fingers. I rode it out, fucking myself through it, my juices dripping down my thighs.When it was over, I was panting, my legs barely able to hold me up. I pulled my fingers out of my cunt, dripping with my own cum, and brought them to my mouth. The taste was sweet, tangy, and I couldn’t help but lick them clean. My eyes fell back to the mirror, and I took myself in again. My tits were still bouncing slightly, my nipples hard and aching. My cunt was pulsing, still craving more. I needed more. I stumbled back to my bedroom, my tits swaying with every step. I grabbed my phone, my hands trembling as I pulled up the seller’s contact. I sent a quick message, my fingers slipping on the screen: “What the fuck did you do to me?”The response came almost immediately: “I’m so sorry, Tony. There was a mistake with the medicine. It’s a body transformation formula. It’ll last for 25 days. You’ll be sterile, so don’t worry about getting pregnant. If you don’t change back, I’ll send you the antidote.”I stared at the message, my mind racing. 25 days. 25 days in this body. My hand went back to my tits, squeezing them, feeling the weight. My other hand drifted back to my pussy, already soaked again. Fuck. I couldn’t stop touching myself. I needed to feel it all, to explore every inch of this new body. I needed to cum again. I lay down on the bed, my legs spread wide, and dragged my fingers through my folds. I was so wet, the slickness coating my fingers as I teased my entrance. I pushed a finger in, then two, fucking myself slowly, my tits bouncing with every thrust. My other hand was on my clit, rubbing in circles, the pleasure building with every touch. I pinched my nipple, pulling on it, and moaned loudly. It was too much, too fucking good. I came again, my body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through me. My juices squirted out of me, soaking the sheets beneath me. I fucked myself through it, my fingers working furiously, my tits heaving as I rode the wave of pleasure. When it finally subsided, I was a trembling mess, my body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. My tits were still sensitive, my nipples hard and aching. My pussy was throbbing, still craving more. I couldn’t stop. I needed more. I needed to feel it all. My fingers found their way back to my clit, rubbing it, teasing it, as I whispered to myself, “Fuck, I’m so wet. I need more. I need your cum. Please, fill me up. I need it so bad.”

In this chapter, the protagonist wakes up to discover they've been transformed into a woman, complete with large breasts and a sex organ. They explore their new body, discovering their previous male genitalia is gone, replaced by a wet slit. They pleasure themselves in the bathroom, experiencing multiple orgasms before sending a panicked message to the person who administered the transformation serum.

I woke up with a dull ache in my neck, the kind you get after sleeping in a weird position. My hand instinctively went to rub it, but something felt… off. My fingers brushed against skin that was too smooth, too soft. I frowned, still half-asleep, and opened my eyes. My heart stopped. My chest. My fucking chest. There were two massive mounds protruding from it, round and full, the kind that made you stare even if you didn’t want to. I sat up so fast my head spun, and the weight of them shifted with me, jiggling slightly under the thin fabric of my sleep shirt. 

“What the fuck?” My voice came out higher, softer, almost musical. I grabbed at my chest, and the moment my hands made contact, I froze. They were heavy, warm, and so fucking soft. My fingers sank into the flesh, and I couldn’t help but squeeze, testing the give. A sharp gasp escaped me as my own touch sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. My core. My hand shot down between my legs, and my stomach dropped. No. No fucking way. My dick was gone. Instead, there was a smooth, wet slit, already tingling with heat. I was a woman.

I stumbled out of bed, nearly tripping over my own feet as I rushed to the bathroom. The mirror confirmed it. I was staring at an 18-year-old girl. Long hair, big doe eyes, full lips, and tits. Fucking tits. They were enormous, too big for my frame, but somehow perfect. My nipples were hard, poking through the fabric of my shirt, and I couldn’t stop staring at them. I ripped the shirt off, letting it fall to the floor, and looked at myself completely naked. My hands went to my tits again, cupping them, feeling the weight, the softness. I squeezed them together, watching as they bulged in my hands, the nipples hardening even more. My breath came in short, uneven gasps as I ran my thumbs over them, the sensation shooting straight to my cunt.

I was wet. So fucking wet. My fingers dipped between my legs, and I moaned at the first touch. My pussy was soaked, the slickness coating my fingers as I dragged them through the folds. I found my clit, already swollen and throbbing, and rubbed it in slow, deliberate circles. My hips jerked forward, and I let out a whimper. Fuck, it felt good. My other hand was still on my tits, pinching and pulling at my nipples, the dual sensations making my legs shake. I needed more. I needed to feel more. 

I grabbed the edge of the sink with one hand to steady myself and pushed two fingers into my pussy. The tightness, the heat, it was overwhelming. I curled my fingers, searching for that spot, and when I found it, I nearly screamed. My knees wobbled, and I had to lean against the sink to keep from falling. I fucked myself with my fingers, hard and fast, my tits bouncing with every thrust. My clit was throbbing, begging for attention, and I dragged my thumb over it, rubbing in time with the movements of my fingers. 

It didn’t take long. The pressure built quickly, my body trembling as I got closer and closer. My tits were heaving, my nipples so sensitive that even the air brushing against them made me moan. I was whimpering, gasping, my fingers working furiously as I chased my orgasm. And then it hit me, a wave of pleasure so intense it felt like I was being ripped apart and put back together at the same time. My back arched, my tits jutting out as I came, my pussy clamping down on my fingers. I rode it out, fucking myself through it, my juices dripping down my thighs.

When it was over, I was panting, my legs barely able to hold me up. I pulled my fingers out of my cunt, dripping with my own cum, and brought them to my mouth. The taste was sweet, tangy, and I couldn’t help but lick them clean. My eyes fell back to the mirror, and I took myself in again. My tits were still bouncing slightly, my nipples hard and aching. My cunt was pulsing, still craving more. I needed more. 

I stumbled back to my bedroom, my tits swaying with every step. I grabbed my phone, my hands trembling as I pulled up the seller’s contact. I sent a quick message, my fingers slipping on the screen: “What the fuck did you do to me?”

The response came almost immediately: “I’m so sorry, Tony. There was a mistake with the medicine. It’s a body transformation formula. It’ll last for 25 days. You’ll be sterile, so don’t worry about getting pregnant. If you don’t change back, I’ll send you the antidote.”

I stared at the message, my mind racing. 25 days. 25 days in this body. My hand went back to my tits, squeezing them, feeling the weight. My other hand drifted back to my pussy, already soaked again. Fuck. I couldn’t stop touching myself. I needed to feel it all, to explore every inch of this new body. I needed to cum again. 

I lay down on the bed, my legs spread wide, and dragged my fingers through my folds. I was so wet, the slickness coating my fingers as I teased my entrance. I pushed a finger in, then two, fucking myself slowly, my tits bouncing with every thrust. My other hand was on my clit, rubbing in circles, the pleasure building with every touch. I pinched my nipple, pulling on it, and moaned loudly. It was too much, too fucking good. I came again, my body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through me. My juices squirted out of me, soaking the sheets beneath me. I fucked myself through it, my fingers working furiously, my tits heaving as I rode the wave of pleasure. 

When it finally subsided, I was a trembling mess, my body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. My tits were still sensitive, my nipples hard and aching. My pussy was throbbing, still craving more. I couldn’t stop. I needed more. I needed to feel it all. My fingers found their way back to my clit, rubbing it, teasing it, as I whispered to myself, “Fuck, I’m so wet. I need more. I need your cum. Please, fill me up. I need it so bad.”

Fantasy Accident and Lustful. Don't think too much about this. Read it for entertainment only.

Tony's Month of Benefits

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