“I can’t believe I’m being forced to do this!” You yell into the agency camera, your voice cracking as you try not to cry.
In the not too distant future a lot of people end up choosing not to reproduce, causing potentially very damaging effects to society and humanity as a whole. To combat this problem scientists came up with a new drug that could make anyone a perfectly moldable, ultra fertile woman; the only problem being finding willing participants.
The solution ended up being a contest where anyone can test their masculinity against a totally randomized person, and the loser would end up as the winner’s perfect wife. Nobody knows exactly how the scientists determine who’s more manly, but there seems to be a consensus that it’s a very fair process.
“Nobody forced you to do this honey, you joined that dumb contest on your own…” Your mom says in an I-told-you-so type of way, her eyes scanning the papers in her hands as she unscrews the small bottle of pink syrup.
Because you’d signed her as your willing partner, the agent had told you and your mom if you didn’t comply with a single rule, you’d both be in a lot of trouble. He didn’t specify what would happen, but you know enough about this place’s capabilities to be scared into submission.
You drink the pink syrup with a grimace, feeling a warm tingling feeling flow down your throat when you swallow. The girly top the agency had given you to mold your breasts properly starts to feel weird on your torso, and you moan orgasmically as feminine hormones make fat surge into your chest. Your new boobs fill the hallowed out perfectly shaped B cups in the top, and you feel a bit more at ease as your new bust squeezes together to form cleavage.
You want to question your sudden desire to have big cushiony breasts, but your focus shifts to your crotch when a pulsating arousal gives you a full boner. It quickly shrinks and the bulge disappears from your extremely tight and stretchy yoga pants, your manhood inverting inside you and developing into luscious wet folds that crave a cock.
Your new womanhood sucks fat in from all over your body, slimming your torso and expanding your hips as your ass grows into your curve shaping yoga pants.
“How do you feel, sweetie?” Your worried mom asks, staring at your jiggling bust as you settle down.
“Haha don’t worry mom!” You pause to appreciate your new sweet voice, “I feel fine…”
Shyness quiets you, and a building heat in your belly tells you your transformations are not even close to finished. You wait patiently for your mom to read the next instructions, your pussy begging to be filled as your fingers rub it through your pants.
“Okay, so for the first question your new husband answered is says; ‘Favorite hobbies: Consumption of interests will be equally divided into how many choices selected’” Your mom reads carefully, listing off a bunch of cliche womanly chores like cleaning and cooking before gasping in shock.
Before you can ask what happened, she informs you that your husband only picked one hobby.
“Fucking.”
The word sends you into a deep spiral of ditziness, and you laugh uncontrollably as intimate memories of deep penetration burn into your mind. It’s like all the sex is happening in the same instant as your brain registers them as the past, and you squeal with delight as your mother watches your body language change completely.
“Mmmm… I can’t believe how many guys I’ve- O sorry mom!” You laugh ditzily, your voice changing into that of an airheaded bimbo as lustful hormones course through you.
You can’t help but blush as hundreds of memories pass through your head, each guy bigger than the last as you relive the warmth of cum filling your belly. Drool pours between your cleavage as you think back to your best fuck, Danny had you six times in one day! You shudder in bliss as you remember the taste of his thumb, and the way his musky odor filled your nostrils as he overpowered you.
“Next up on the list, Hair color: He picked… Horny Blonde.”
Your hair gets dyed blonde to match what your future husband wants, and you feel the need to remove your pants as arousal overwhelms your judgment. You feel extreme discomfort in your torso and rip your top off as well, trying not to gasp too loud as your boobs bounce in the open air. You begin to desperately crave sex, and you imagine your old body fucking the sexiest woman you could think of. Nothing happens as you try to focus on her curves and vivid imaginary moans, but your attention eventually drifts to your thrusting cock. You blush and get mad as your body reacts to the male
organ, and you begin to protest before your mom interrupts you.
“Under Occupation he put down Yoga Instructor, and… O shit, it says to give you a… plug right now? What is that…” Your mom trails off, searching through the change bag the agency had given her.
She pulls out a vibrator, and asks if you know what it is. Without a moment’s hesitation you grab it, and squeal as you insert it into your thirsty virgin folds. Just because you have memories of all that fucking, doesn’t mean your body actually lived through it…
Your body tones and you feel a brightness overwhelm your thoughts as yoga lessons fill your mind, your mouth watering as you picture hunky guys stretching and showing off their packages. Without even realizing it you’re mid orgasm, right foot above your head while your mom watches in horror as you convulse orgasmically.
“Okay honey, just… settle down…” Your mom says shakily, trying to relax herself as you come back to.
“I like, totally- Ahem! Ehrmmm!” You cough, “This is horrible!! Please stop, mom!!! It’s getting super intense, and like totally hard to um, like focus and stuff…” You trail off ditzily, too lightheaded to consistently protest your new desires and mind.
“They’re watching and recording us, baby; if I stop they’ll probably just transform me too!” Your mom reminds you, getting back to her paper as you sensually stroke your vibrating womanhood.
She apologizes before strapping a big push up bra to your chestal and reading off the next option; Big Breasted Angel. Your body giggles as you scream internally, and a rush of hormones pulsate your folds again. The hormones create surging fat that fills your breasts, inflating them to become fluffy giant orbs that quickly overflow from the massive push-up bra.
Your face then softens, and your lips plump up as your eyes glaze over. You beg for your old mind as your mom hands you a nightie, and your lust filled mind absentmindedly puts it on without a fight as your mom finishes the list.
“For Attitude it just says, Blissful.” Your mom informs you, instantly changing your perspective and putting a big smile on your face as warm feelings increasingly build in your belly.
You begin to notice the amazing sensation of your areolas rubbing against the soft fabric of your bra, and giggle as your hands free your breasts to tweak your hard nipples.
“I can’t watch, I’ll just read the final item here… O my god, I can’t believe I have to do this right now; Bimbo Slut.” Your mom says with remorse, looking away as your blonde hair takes on a new brighter shade and flows down your back.
Your body quickly shrinks and takes on a more exaggerated hourglass shape, leaving your breasts and ass the same size as your hips expand even wider. Your waist cinches in as you’re forced to blink several times, and you feel your face reshape into that of a supermodel. Your voice sweetens as your neck slims down, and you giggle when your frowning mom hands you a tiny pair of jeans and a black bra.
“Now it says your future husband should be here any second, and that the pink syrup has special chemicals from him that will make you fall in love instantly…” Your mom says nervously, looking at the door as you sheepishly put your old shirt on over the skimpy black bra.
You feel hatred for the person that got to change you, knowing that with all these options they’re gonna take full advantage of your female form and forced willingness. You prepare to meet your future husband, ready to punch him in the face no matter how sexy! Just thinking about guys being sexy makes you angry, and your face flushes red as the doorknob turns; no way would you fall in love with this monster!
You and your mom both gasp when the tall figure enters the room; it’s Brett, your old bully from high school who had managed to actually sleep with your mom! You get up to run at him, ready to knock him out cold as this is the first time you’d seen him since he stuck it in your mom. Instead of a punch though, a soft hand lands on Brett’s chest.
You back away sheepishly, giggling as your slutty body and cravenous desires take over. Smelling Brett makes your heart race, and looking at his muscles close up makes you shiver with desire. All your masculine thoughts and not wanting to live with a man fade when you look into Brett’s eyes, and your bimbo brain jumps into sixth gear as your pantiless jeans soak through. You jump back in embarrassment when you realize your cum got on Brett’s pant thigh, but giggle ditzily when he says it’s alright and requests you sit in his lap.
He grabs your mom’s ass as he brings you in for a kiss, and you pretend to ignore it as your womanhood explodes with pleasure. You can’t even try to acknowledge his piggish behavior as your body melts in his arms, and a rush of exhilarating arousal fills your mind with overwhelming lust.
“This is gonna be great!!
And they told me you would become a lot sexier after I fuck the shit out of you!” Brett laughs, making your mom wince uncomfortably as he squeezes her ass.
Your knees collapse as Brett holds you, and the lack of effort it takes for Brett to rip you out of your tight clothes makes you squeal. Your mom tries running outside as you whip out Brett’s throbbing erection, but the door’s locked and she’s forced to watch Brett slowly penetrate your wet virgin folds as he stares her down seductively. You whimper as he grabs your hips, and hold on to his neck for dear life as he impales you up and down his massive member. Your boobs begin to swell as they bounce, but you ignore them and try to focus on the building orgasm from Brett’s cock massaging your folds.
The doctor demands to see your change list, slapping his forehead when he reads the options all the way down. He demands for Brett to be brought in, shaking his head in disgust as the guards run for your future husband.
“Didn’t we warn you about overdoing it??? The changes you gave her are much too overstimulating, I think they might even prevent her from giving birth!!
We told you the rules when we warned you, you’re gonna have to take her place as a perfect birther. Go to the change hall to be assigned a husband, and take this useless Bimbo with you. She won’t be good for much anymore with her attraction to you, and it’ll be torture for her to not be with you and your new husband. Bye loser!” The doctor says with a cheerful smile as he unstraps you, happy to teach anyone that dumb a good lesson.
You laugh and giggle as you drape your body on Brett, finally able to smell and feel your love again. In contrast, Brett’s sadness is palpable, but you’re in too horny a mood to even ask him about it and try stroking his cock to cheer him up.
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