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Ever thought eating a bowl of corn flakes could fuck up your whole life? Well, for me, it most certainly has as of last week. 

My roommate like to go to Dor-mart and get the cheapest food he can buy, no matter the quality. This included the milk he had sitting in the fridge for a few weeks. Mine had just run out and I figured I'd finish the milk he had off and buy some fresh stuff from my store to try and be a good roommate. It was expired for only a day, and it seemed to pass the smell test, although it did have an odd tinge to it. I shrugged it off, thinking this was just because it was the cheap stuff and was probably loaded with chemicals, instead of, you know, cows milk. I didn't see the harm with pour the stuff into my cereal. Besides, dry cereal always made me gassy.

 It didn't taste any different, just like regular breakfast. But damn did the cramps hit me quick. Like five minutes after I finished the bowl, my guts were going apeshit. I started to feel really sick and bloated so I decided to try and puke the stuff up, but before I could make it to the bathroom, a gurgling down under my stomach alerted me to the rapidly swelling, balloon of flesh taking over my lower torso. A "what the fuck" came out little louder than a whisper as I watched it slowly take a pinkish hue and four little fleshy fingers push out of the front. It finally dawned on me what I was looking at: a big udder like a cow's. It finished expanding about the size of a melon, and was about as heavy. I poked at it to try and wrap my head around what the fuck was happening to me. But before I could probe any further I felt my chest get the same gurgle-y cramps my guts had. Within seconds, my formerly scrawny pecs inflated, at first into little cone-like man boobs, then fwoomping out into giant, heaving tits. For what I could only imagine as balance, my hips and ass followed suit, gaining mass at an incredible rate. I now owned a massive pair of knockers, a fat, bouncy ass and an inhuman udder. The ordeal was as strange as it was erotic, and my dick was harder than iron as it pressed into the bottom of the udder. This didn't last long, as even though I remained erect, I could feel my dick pulling away from the milky sack and up into my body, creating a new cavity. The only evidence of its existence sat as a new clit, engorged and buzzing with sensation.

My whole body felt tight and my bones were creaking as they shifting into smaller, more feminine shapes. My hands and feet became dainty and small, while my hips curved outward more, changing the way I stood. Eventually the tightness reached my face and neck, for a few moments I couldn't breathe, my throat felt choked by the new form it was taking. Once I got the ability to breathe again, a sharp pain slammed my temples, like imagine the worst migraine you've ever had and then add the fact the fucking bones are now growing from your head. Yeah, that's right, I grew horns too. They weren't even small either, they framed my head and felt huge on my smaller hands. The features on my face began shifting around painfully, my nose shrank and seemed to widen, which I guessed was probably a subtle cow feature (I took some solace in not having a full cow's head at least). My lips puffed out became visible in my peripheral, as well as the longer and darker eyelashes that grew and the long hair that fell into my face and on my back. After my face stopped twitching, I tested out my voice and heard a cute alto in place of my normal gruff male tenor, which for some reason freaked me out more than the damn udder hanging over my freakin lady parts I have now.

I hardly even noticed the thing brushing my leg after everything that had transpired, I only noticed it because it was starting to annoy me- a fucking tail, are you shitting me, I had a fucking cow's tail. I tried moving it but it seemed to do its own thing, brushing my leg or wagging whenever it wanted.

Awesome...

I felt exhausted after all that, so much my dumb brain actually considered getting breakfast again. As FUN as that would be I really needed to take a look at my whole body. I stared inti the mirror for a long time. I leaned in and saw every bit of my new body, looking down just wasn't going to happen anymore, between the huge boobs and udder, I had to probe with my hands to feel my new nether lips and inner things. I was wet by the time I heard the door close and I realized my roommate was back from class. "OH-ho-ho, I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch", I thought. But upon leaving the bathroom to intercept the milk-saboteur, I noticed my breasts feeling tighter, like they were filling with- no, no, no. A tiny dribble ran down my left nipple and hit the floor with a plink. My udder was getting the same feeling, before it sagged a bit and the teats hung a bit, but now everything felt full and stiff. My mind felt muddled and hot, like I needed to release all the pressure at once. I moaned my roommate's name and called him to come help. There wasn't time to explain to him why a busty half-cow woman was leaking milk all over his floor in his house. I just told him- no begged him to milk me.

I leaned over the sink and started on my breasts, he hesitantly got behind me and grabbed the teats on my udder gently and first, but then got into a rhythm and was pulling and kneading the milk out. The feeling was heaven, like I had four dicks that were being jerked off all at once, thats the only way I can describe it. In the haze, I turned and begged him to suck the milk from my breasts, not even thinking about what the milk would do to his body like it did mine. He began draining my breasts and when he looked up at me I could see he was already transforming.

It seemed the milk had a compounded effect on him, not only were all of his parts more exaggerated in size, but his hands had lost some fingers and were kind of half-hooved. He looked at his body and then back up at me and realized who I was. I tried telling him what happened about the bad milk and stuff but I could barely put words together. Everything I said took longer to say, especially if it had an "m" or "o" in the word. Syllables got stretched out and big words were harder to speak. I wasn't alone, my roommate was reduced to small words and short sentences like we were getting dumber, but I knew I could think just fine, it was talking that was a chore. It got worse over the next few hours, eventually all we could do was moo at each other. Luckily, I got to keep my hands and had the idea to call the number on the back of the milk bottle. When a woman's voice answered I moo-ed into it and could hear her call out to somebody else there, "we got another one, boss."

Later that day, a man came to the house and told us what was wrong, and that the formula for the batch of milk we got was tainted and that they were working on a cure but it wasn't looking good. Except the milk we produce shouldn't be contagious after a few days when the tainted milk works its way out of our systems. They promised to compensate us in lieu of a lawsuit, which meant a-lot of money for the two of us to live comfortably, including some industrial grade milk machines to take care of our little problems. Even though it feels awesome, its a huge hassle. I guess it could be worse for me, I could have weird hands like my roommate. Goddam they're wierd lookin.





Pictures owned by TF-Warlock, not me.

They won't stop growing!

Oh god, my skin is so tight, it feels like these things are gonna explode!The drugs were only supposed to make me a B cup at the biggest, these things are bigger than my head now and I can feel them growing even more. I hope Josh doesn't think im a freak now, maybe he'll like them? It was so expensive to get the drug in the first place, I don't think I can afford a reduction for a while. Should I just keep them?

School of Black Ch 1.

"How did I get into this mess," Marcus though. A cool breeze tickled his legs and- well other stuff too now, and made him feel naked. What the hell am I going to do for the rest of the summer looking like this?

***

Goodrich Academy for troubled youth was supposed to be an easy out for him. No juvie, no house arrest, just few months in a special summer school and the state would finally leave Marcus Fulson be. Lying bastards. Not two days into orientation week and the school was already warning him for being late and not wearing the uniform correctly. They were quick to punish. He received a final warning about his shirt being untucked from his hall supervisor and was sent to the Dean's office. 

Oddly, he wasn't even granted an audience, the secretary took his note from the supervisor and sent him back to his room. Marcus thought he had gotten away punishment free, why else would they say nothing and send him back to his room for the day? He locked the door behind him as he went inside his small quarters and plopped down on the small bed. "If this is the way I get "punished" for stuff here, the next few months are gonna be cake."

A few moments later he thought he heard a snake somewhere inside his room, a low hissing in the walls caused him to jump up and look around for whatever was making that sound. That was when he noticed a faint smokey gas was being pumped into the room from the vents above his bed. Believing he was thinking quickly he tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge. He tried the locks several times but there was something else holding the door in place. "Let me out of here, there's smoke in here!" He slammed and kicked the door but nothing worked. The smoke soon overwhelmed Marcus, though it didn't seem to suffocate him. He only had a few moments to be confused about this odd smoke, because a strong sleepiness took over. He could barely stumble to his bed before he was completely unconscious.

***

Marcus dreamed he was standing with his back to the edge of a cliff while a young woman in an Academy uniform stood in front of him and spoke without words. She reached out with both arms and seemed to beg him to come to her. Marcus looked back to the cliff. There was no way he could survive if he fell, he thought, it was too high and he . Suddenly the woman spoke with his voice, "wake up" she said, then smiled and as if with the force of a gale wind pushed Marcus from the cliff. As the rocks rushed toward him, he could see a reflection in the water. He drew closer and closer and saw that he looked like the woman who had pushed him.

***

Marcus shot out of bed in a cold sweat, the nightmare felt as real as anything he'd ever lived and he still felt like his stomach was in his throat. As he began to calm down, Marcus began remembering what made him pass out, the gas had dissipated and his door was slightly open, the fluorescent light from the hall illuminated a thin band of his darkened room. It was the middle of the night already? Sliding out of bed, he noticed a pile of clothes he hadn't seen before sitting on the desk. Was this some kind of insane joke? The clothes were a complete women's uniform down to the panties, the same uniform the girl wore in his dream. Underneath it all was a note emblazoned with the school's crest at the top.

The note read:

Mr. Fulson,
Your recent behavior has deemed you fit for additional administrative attention. Tomorrow, you will report to Ms. Justinia with your new uniform at 8am sharp.

-Dean of Students,

Carla Black

Marcus couldn't believe it. They actually expected him to wear the girl's clothing? He crumpled the note and dropped it and the uniform in the wastebin. He didn't care what they decided to do to him, they would never get him to cross-dress. Marcus sat awhile silently looking at the clothes in the wastebin, arguing with himself the ethics of a school forcing a man into womens clothes as a punishment. He finally convinced himself they could never really do it, but the threat was meant to try and scare him into acting more like how they wanted. Yawning deeply, Marcus glanced at the clock and decided all this thinking was getting him nowhere, and that he needed to get some sleep before tomorrow's activities. He quickly drifted off to sleep, dreaming again of the girl from the cliff.

***

The next morning, Ms. Justinia seemed unsurprised to see Marcus standing in the doorway of her office...underdressed. "You were given explicit instructions to come to me in the uniform given, Mr. Fulson. I'm afraid im going to have to put you in our expanded program." Marcus stepped closer and leaned in, "fine, do whatever you want but im not wearing a skirt." he spat. "I think you'll find the Dean rather more persuasive than me, I think it's time you were formally introduced."

Marcus only saw her for a few moments for the first time the day before and didn't really get a good look at her. The woman was a knockout. Long sexy legs and wide hips were home in a grey pencil skirt, while large breasts were hugged together into a tight half buttoned violet shirt. Her jet black hair framed her beautiful face, and just for a moment, Marcus was sure that her green eyes glowed.

"Ms. Justinia tells me you refuse my directions, care to explain why?" Marcus barely heard her words, as he was transfixed on Ms. Black's massive busoms.

"U-um, well, I wouldn't have even fit those clothes ma'am", he studdered, kicking himself mentally for such a stupid reason. What was wrong with him, he was never this way around older women.

Ms. Black looked at something on her desk."I see, well we can make a few alterations, but you will be required to dress appropirately from now on, is that clear, Mr. Fulson?"

The next several minutes were like a blur, somehow he had ended up back in his room sitting on the edge of the bed. It was like the Dean's body had put him in some kind of trance. Marcus slouched over and looked down at his feet, head still swimming with images of Ms. Black and the girl in his dream, when he noticed the hissing sound and faint smokiness in his room. This time Marcus was unable to pull himself up, and fell back onto the bed. A warm tingling began pulsing out from within his chest. Unable to move or even speak, Marcus was stuck looking down at his body while the sensation moved from his chest to his hands and feet. The odd tingling seemed to dance across his skin like once when an old lover of his would run her fingernails across his muscles to see him twitch. The memory, along with the tingles caused him to get a hard-on which apparently was not lost on whatever magic was messing with him. The warmth and tingling centered on his hardening dick, growing hotter and more intense each second. Within moments he blew his load on his chest, which seemed to disappear as it touched his skin. As he laid there sweaty in the afterglow, the tingling faded, and was replaced by sharp pains all over his body.

It was excruciating. All of Marcus' muscles were tight and he could feel what felt like his bones were twisting. The skin on his face burned and a brown blanket filled his vision. A burning stabbed at his chest, and his small male areolas grew wider and pinker. His engorged nipples grew to the size of pencil erasers while under the muscle of his pecs, fatty tissue began pushing the taught skin out, inflating into huge globes of flesh Marcus immediately recognized as tits. Horror filled his thoughts, he must've been dreaming again, like the last time the room filled with the gas. But, he couldn't shake the very real sensations of this transformation. Not given to leave a job half finished, the changes to his body moved south towards his diminished dick. Slowly, Marcus watched his maleness shrink away and up into his body along with his balls with a audible slurp. The cavity opened up and Marcus could feel a new tingling inside where his dick used to sit. "A pussy?" he thought, "i've got a fucking pussy, now?."

The rest of his body finished shifting into a much more feminine shape shortly after, and his strength somewhat returned a few minutes later. Marcus laid there a while, trying to wrap his head around what happened to him. Weakly, he pulled himself into a seated position, remarking just how goddam heavy his new breasts were. "His breasts", the idea taunted him. He needed to see himself. All of himself. Legs shaking, he limped slowly to his closet to use the tall mirror inside.

"Holy shit..." was all he could say for a while, repeating it with emphasis at each point of his new flesh that he saw. Marcus had been given the alterations Ms. Black spoke of, he was certain this was all her doing. Damn, sexy witch. His exploration would have to wait until morning, as a familiar tiredness fell over him. Marcus managed to plop back onto the sweat soaked bed and was asleep before he could notice.

***

Magic is never what you expect.

This spell had better be worth all the trouble, an 80 year old man doesn't have a ton of time left to go back to the drawing board when it comes to finding ways to extend his life. I guess that's why I felt I had to turn to such a silly and desperate solution. Magic.

I spent a small fortune gathering the ingredients from all over the world: powdered bones of rare lizards in Korea, fresh water from a spring from a mountain in Peru, you know, magic crap. Deciphering the ancient text of the spell was no small endeavor either. But all of that was finally behind me. I wasn't getting any younger, yet.

The final ingredient was a token of my blood, which seemed easy enough. I dragged my knife across the back of my hand and let it drip into the spring water, and then poured the bone dust in after. My heart pounded in my chest and a cold sweat ran down my brow as I read aloud the spell. The final words felt like they hung in the air in front of me, and there was no other sound except my ragged breath. A moment passed and I began to feel like the biggest fool who ever lived.
A flash of fatigue quickly washed over me. Of course, I though, the cut on my hand was bleeding still and I needed to get it-

The cut was completely healed.

I looked closer at my hand and the spots and thin skin were clearing up, gaining a healthy color. It wasn't just my hand, my arms and legs were changing right before my eyes, it was working! Wonderful youth and life was coming back into my body. The mirror near my bed gave a clearer picture. The wispy, white hair I'd had for thirty years had quickly grown out blacker and longer than ever. Which was a bit odd, my hair was brown in my younger days. I began to take notice of other differences, I wasn't getting taller, despite being a good 6 inches shorter than when I was in my thirties. My skin also seemed to stay a pale olive shade, and was smooth and hairless, which I had never in my life been since birth.

Sudden shifts in my bones forced me to lean against my bed. It was an odd feeling, relatively painless but it was if I could feel my insides being moved around and squished together. My eyes remained fixed on the mirror, hoping to soon recognize the face of the young man I used to be. Instead my scalp itched fiercely as hair pushed out longer and longer until it reached my lower back, the thickness and weight of it seemed entirely alien to me.

I noticed I was tightly gripping the foot board when my nails scratched against the wood. When I brought my hands up to look at the long manicured nails, everything fell in to place in my mind. My body was not reverting back into what I looked like as a younger man, I must be becoming a young woman. As if on cue to my realization, My hips popped and pushed outward while my thighs gained a healthy, womanly thickness while the flab of my elderly backside ballooned out into gorgeous fleshy cheeks. I felt a sickening pop as my testicles were sucked back up into my body. The skin above and below the shaft of my dick was buzzing with sensation and as I watched in complete wonder as the once defining symbol of my manhood shrink away. It didn't disappear but rested under a hood of skin above a long puffy scar-like line. "It's been a while since iv'e seen one of those in person", I thought, trying to distract myself from all the discomfort. When the puffy flesh opened up, I felt a new sensation of emptiness and odd wetness that I didn't find altogether unpleasant.

I could feel the bones shifting on my face like putty. I willed myself to watch as the face I had seen in the mirror every day for nearly 80 years slowly contort into someone I could no longer recognize. It was like a nightmare I couldn't wake from. My nose and jaw shrank, while my cheekbones rose and chin smoothed out. My eyes changed into a soft almond shape, and my lips puffed out and took on a sultry rouge hue. I looked stunning. After a moment to take stock of the changes, and noticing that at some point the undershirt I was wearing had transformed into a frilly dress. I couldn't help but stammer a hoarse "w-well damn" before a crunch compressed my rib cage and shoulders inward and knocked the wind out of me. As I gasped for air, I could feel my throat tighten and Adam's apple soften, the sound of my new breathing was entirely different. I needed to hear my voice. It cracked at first, but the "h-hello?" that came from my mouth was a breathy soprano, totally different than my raspy tenor a few minutes ago.

A new feeling hung in my chest. At first, it felt like the weight of stress and worry, but soon it grew  heavy and swollen, I thought it would suffocate me. The buzzing sensation returned, this time under the skin of my nipples which had become exceedingly sensitive. As if sensing my discomfort, the tightness in my chest released at once and the flesh of my once-masculine pecs expanded like dough, larger and larger until my hands were too small to hold it all. The new mountainous breasts pressed against the dress tightly and for a moment I feared they would tear it and grow forever.

The growth had stopped however, and it seemed like I was finished changing. It was becoming a bit crowded in the top so I decided the let the new girls free. A smile traced my lips for a moment in a flash of pride for these were perhaps the largest breasts I had ever seen, and they were all mine.

I couldn't help but fondle and knead my massive chest, it all just felt so good. My nipples tingled and the wetness below was there again, picking at thoughts. Maybe, maybe this could be good. A new adventure for me to explore.

A few minutes later and I couldn't stop from undressing and exploring my body. I was no longer a raisin-y old man, but now a voluptuous, exotic beauty and I aimed to find out exactly what that felt like. The spell wasn't what I had intended it to be, but what good could reliving the exact same thing do for me? I was no longer a raisin-y old man, but now a voluptuous, exotic beauty! I had to start making plans to move money around for me and acquire some identification, all of which were easy enough with my money. But first, some more fun~!