HOME | DD

Description

“God, she is so insufferable.” You gave yourself a death stare in the mirror, watching with increasing apathy as your milky white face contorted; thinner nose, fuller lips, thickening lashes. Her wavy black hair curled itself past pierced lobes, curtaining your slimmer neck. Other piercings danced across your features, a double stud through your lower lip and a curved ring through your septum. Her signature cleft carves itself into your chin.

“I don’t deserve this. I don’t want her body. I don’t- fuck…” Slender arms, small hands, lengthening fingers and growing nails - they’re yours. She’s already turned your chest flat, your nipples are next. They soften, growing bigger, slighter darker, definitely her’s. With a twitch, a thin layer of flesh materializes, then more, rounding into small cones.

“No more tit-fucking. Only getting tit fucked.” They surged, fleshy mass filling them into a fully-grown rack. Your sides slid inwards, curving as they went and leaving you even smaller.

Hips popped outwards, taking your ass with them. It steadily filled out with supple flesh, plumper, rounder, jigglier. Warmth enveloped your cock twofold, heat radiating off your expanding thighs and your dick giving off intense heat with each inch it lost. Your balls shuddered, their diameter diminishing as the last drops of your male self dripped from your tip. Your knees popped smaller, knocking against each other as your feminizing build forced them together.

Tightening fabric, softening material. Oversized underwear became snug panties; even without seeing, you knew which ones you were wearing, the cotton lace black pair she knew was your favorite. A lacy black bralette cupped your breasts, the one you’d bought for her at Urban Outfitters. Your shorts grew into her jeans, hugging your thighs and butt differently.

Your shirt shrunk dramatically, going tight across your boobs. Black ink blots shifted into letters, rearranging themselves until, in cruel irony, it spelled out…

Description

“God, she is so insufferable.” You gave yourself a death stare in the mirror, watching with increasing apathy as your milky white face contorted; thinner nose, fuller lips, thickening lashes. Her wavy black hair curled itself past pierced lobes, curtaining your slimmer neck. Other piercings danced across your features, a double stud through your lower lip and a curved ring through your septum. Her signature cleft carves itself into your chin.

“I don’t deserve this. I don’t want her body. I don’t- fuck…” Slender arms, small hands, lengthening fingers and growing nails - they’re yours. She’s already turned your chest flat, your nipples are next. They soften, growing bigger, slighter darker, definitely her’s. With a twitch, a thin layer of flesh materializes, then more, rounding into small cones.

“No more tit-fucking. Only getting tit fucked.” They surged, fleshy mass filling them into a fully-grown rack. Your sides slid inwards, curving as they went and leaving you even smaller.

Hips popped outwards, taking your ass with them. It steadily filled out with supple flesh, plumper, rounder, jigglier. Warmth enveloped your cock twofold, heat radiating off your expanding thighs and your dick giving off intense heat with each inch it lost. Your balls shuddered, their diameter diminishing as the last drops of your male self dripped from your tip. Your knees popped smaller, knocking against each other as your feminizing build forced them together.

Tightening fabric, softening material. Oversized underwear became snug panties; even without seeing, you knew which ones you were wearing, the cotton lace black pair she knew was your favorite. A lacy black bralette cupped your breasts, the one you’d bought for her at Urban Outfitters. Your shorts grew into her jeans, hugging your thighs and butt differently.

Your shirt shrunk dramatically, going tight across your boobs. Black ink blots shifted into letters, rearranging themselves until, in cruel irony, it spelled out…