Typical me, always getting into arguments.

My name is Tim. I'm a senior in high school. This is the story about the time I took things too far.

I was on the basketball team at my high school. Recently, we had lost a game because of miscommunication. This was largely because of the cheerleaders. They were at fault because we couldn't hear over them. I chose to bring this up to Rachel, the head cheerleader.

"It wasn't our fault." She claimed.

"Yea it was. We couldn't hear each other over your stupid cheers," I rebutted.

"They're not stupid! We spend a long time on our routines. It's a lot of work."

"Oh please, cheer doesn't do anything. All you have to do is look hot, which so many of you fail anyway."

"Are you saying cheer isn't a sport?!" she demanded.

"Well, when your older, you may start a pick up game of basketball, volleyball, football,soccer, but no one starts a cheer practice."

"Ugh, I've had enough of you." Suddenly, she kicked my in the balls. In pain, I bent over only to be knocked out.

When I awoke, I was in the training room. I was relieved to know that I was getting treatment. Then, I realised that no one was here. I looked around and looked in a mirror to realise that I was wearing the cheer uniform.

I maroon skirt lay on my hips and legs. A cheer top that cropped right above my stomach was on my torso. I was very confused until Rachel and a few other girls walked in.

"Oh damn he's still himself," one jeered.

"Patience," Rachel reminded, "it will begin soon. So, do you like your uniform?"

"What the hell is going on? What are you trying to do? Embarrass me?" I questioned.

"I'm trying to teach you a lesson. To do that, I'm going to show you how hard cheer can be. You are going to turn into a freshman cheerleader."

"That's impossible."

"Look," one cheerleader yelled, "it's beginning in his legs."

I stood up and went over to a mirror. I noticed my muscular legs had no hair. Then I noticed that I was losing height. I was now about 5'1". "What have you done?" I screamed.

"I told you. Your turning into a freshman cheerleader," she laughed.

My legs lost a lot of muscle. They soon gained a whole lot of fat on them. They became skinny and hairless, and when I went to touch them, they squished about because of lack of muscle and a lot of feminine fat.

"Stop this now!" I demanded.

"Stop focusing on me, and focus on yourself."

My hair turned a blonde and went past my shoulders. They then grabbed it, and put it into a high ponytail. My eyebrows thinned and my lips plumped. My nose grew petite. At my beck, I felt my Adam's apple disappear.

"No," I said in a high sing-songy voice.

"Yes," they all taunted.

My arms became skinny and fatter much like my legs. My hands shrank and my finger nails became very well manicured. My abs disappears and a very small layer of fat covered them. The girls poked my abs and laughed as the region grew softer and softer. All of my hair disappeared.

"Look at his chest!" A girl yelled.

I hadn't realized that I was wearing a bra. My chest began to tingle. Soon, fat gathered on my chest. Breasts swelled out. Soon, my B cups were filled with two breasts.

"They aren't super big boobs," Rachel exclaimed, "but they are big and perky."

Down my body, I saw my hips flair out. They grew wider and wider till they were about 34 inches compared to my 26 waist. My ass began to grow. Fat piled up on top of it. The back of my skirt was being pushed up by swelling cheeks. It was so huge.

"That's by far your best feature. It's super big." Rachel stated, slapping my big butt. "From now on, your name of Tiffany, Tiff for short."

The girls then put make up on me. By the end of it, I looked like a cheerleader. I had a big butt, and big perky tits. I looked young. From that moment on, I was a total airhead. I always flirted with guys, always wore push up bras, and failed all my classes. The girls became my cheer squad and best friend. Everyday, I try to stop my actions, but I have no control. I guess I should've known when to stop.

I'll admit it. I shouldn't have treated her badly. But what did I do to deserve this?

Suzanne was a liberal feminist. We got along quite well for a while. Until, I complemented her. I simply stated that she had a cute butt. Since then, we hadn't talked much.

One night while my parents were away, I got wasted. I went onto Instagram and began to comment on Suzanne's pictures.

"I want to fuck you in the ass and shove my shit covered cock into your mouth, you whore!"

She replied, " WTF, Ryan!!?!?!? I thought we were friends!"

"We were, until you ignored me!" Several minutes later I commented again. "I want your big fat butt in my face, bitch."

" please stop. Ur being an asshole!" she replied.

"Why don't you post your nudes? All the guys could finally stop fantasizing!"

"That's it," she types, "I have had enough of your harassment!" Suddenly I was blocked. I threw my phone down in frustration. Fuck that bitch anyway! I passed out on the couch.

I woke up to the sound of my doorbell ringing. I had a splitting headache. I groggily trudged to the door to open it. As I opened it, I saw Suzanne standing in my doorway.

"Oh shit, look sweetheart, I didn't mean..."

"Up bah bup... Don't say another word!" she said. With that, I struggled to speak. I desperately tried to scream but all that came out were s some soft squeaks.

"Ahh, much better. Now come with me." We began walking towards the center of my house. "Nice morning wood by the way!" she teased. I wanted to cover up my bulging erection, but my body only followed her will.

As we reached the living room, she spoke. "Ryan, Ryan, Ryan. The way you treated me yesterday was completely rude. We used to be such good friends. I just don't understand where it all came from. You were very misogynistic and degrading. Please apologise."

I regained the ability to speak for a bit. "Fuck you, bitch. Let me go right now, or I swear to God I will fucking..." I was silenced again.

She sighed, "I really didn't want to do this. Unfortunately, I've got to make you respectful again. I think all of this testosterone is ruining the kind person I once knew."

I was instantly filled with fear. What was going to happen? She pulled out a long, purple dildo. I was intimidated. She took the large toy and tapped my lower back.

I slowly began losing height. Slowly, I reached the height she was at, about 5'1". She laughed, "Wow, it is nice to see your eyes for once." I looked in the mirror. I looked like a dwarf. My whole body had been compressed.

She took the dildo and tapped it against my face. My eyebrows thinned out. My nose grew petite. I felt my lips grow plumper. My eyelashes became long and luscious. My hair grew lighter and longer.

"Well, aren't you pretty?" She teased. I looked just like her. My entire face had changed to look like Suzanne 2.0. I was on the verge of tears.

"You're probably wondering what's happening. Well you see, I am going to make you live my life. You will see firsthand the troubles the average woman faces." I tried to break free of her hold. She began to giggle. "Oh, don't you just feel helpless. Kind of like you're out of control. Now you know what it's like to be a woman."

She took the dildo and touched my nipples. Instantly I felt my chest weaken. My pectoral muscles grew flabbier until there was nothing there. My nipples began to feel sensitive, growing very hard. Small mounds of flesh formed behind them. Soon, I had small boobs. After awhile, my bust measured at a B cup. My nipples still pointing.

"Oh my. You need a bra to support those breasts of yours," she stated. Suzanne removed her shirt. Underneath, she wore a red push-up bra. She unhooked it, exposing her youthful breasts. My small penis grew firm and my tip swelled at the sight of them. She hooked the bra to me, pushing my two boobs together. I felt so squeamish.

Suzanne touched the dildo to my arms. My arms got skinny and feminine. My hair disappearing. Finger nails lengthening, my hands grew tiny.

The next thing I know she was removing my pants. My underwear was discarded. She teased my rock hard cock by approaching it as though she would give me a blowjob. She proceeded to touch my feet. Slowly they shrunk to half their size. My nails became perfectly pedicured. My calves grew thicker. My thighs inflated, filling up with juicy fat. My legs were now hairless and soft.

Suddenly, Suzanne moved the dildo closer to my ass. She pressed the vibrate button and beckoned it towards my asshole. I wanted to scream, but all that came out was a soft chuff. I felt the hard rubber penetrate me. Overwhelming pleasure swept over that area. In the mirror, I saw my hips expanding, doubling the length of my waist. My buttcheeks grew plump, concealing more and more of the rubber toy that was plunging into my anus. "Cute butt. Isn't this nice? After all, you always said you wanted my butt." She said, slapping my cheeks. I now had a pear shaped body. My hips and ass were huge. My prostate disappeared, causing pain to grip my ass.

She removed the dildo from my butt and beckoned it towards my junk. She touched the toy to my balls, which proceeded to shrivel up. "Say goodbye to that rude testosterone," she taunted. "Now let's say goodbye to mini-Ryan!"

She tapped my now limp penis. It lost two inches of length and now was the size of a baby carrot. She taunted until finally pressing the toy to my manhood. It was replaced by a vagina. I wanted to cry.

She said, "Open wide!" I opened my mouth, and she placed the 9-inch monstrosity down my throat. My Adam's apple disappeared. "Now speak!" she said, removing the shit covered vibrator.

"Hello, I'm Suzie!" I said in her voice. I screamed at the sound of my voice. Suzanne was estatic

"Excellent, now let's get you dressed." she placed a red thong over my new pussy. I was dressed up into a sexy red dress. It showed my cleavage and big thighs, flaunting my big ass and curves. She put me in five inch heels, causing me to have to balance.

"You are me now. For the next few months, I will influence your every decision. Disobey, and your period comes early." I was in so much fear. I wanted to cry.

She obviously saw my unhappiness. "Oh, don't cry," she comforted, "you'll learn to love it, and then you'll be able to be a free women. C'mon, you have a union meeting to go to."

She sent me down the street. As I walked, my heels clicked. I could feel my big butt swaying up and down. My cleavage bounced softly. I suppose I could do this, I thought as I wiped away a tear. Soon I gained confidence. My strides became less timid. My breasts shook more, my ass jiggling. I was a strong, smart woman. I was ready to take on the world.

Ok I could do this. It wouldn't be very hard. But what would I say? Ugh idk.

I grabbed my phone.

"Sheila, I don't think we should be together any more. I am breaking up with you," I texted. Alright, blocked, time to move on with my life and play video games.

It's not that I didn't like Sheila, it's just that her and her mother always were strange. They were weirdly obsessed with Secrets. Sheila would slap me if I wanted to know anything about her life.

That afternoon I received a text from a random number. It said, "Nathan, this is Sheila's mother. I want you to know that we aren't mad at you. We would like to speak with you today on why you two needed to split up. Please come by around 6:00, darling."

Ok, I really didn't want to go. But part of me knew that those two deserved answers. So around 4:30 I rode my bicycle to Sheila's house. Her mother was standing at the door.

"Hello Nathan," she greeted, "Come inside. We have much to discuss." Ms. Parks was a very attractive woman, a little heavy, but attractive nonetheless. She had very large breasts and a huge ass. That's why I liked Sheila, good genes.

I stepped inside the house. It was very nice. I looked around and I saw Sheila near the stairs.

"Nathan, you dirty bastard. How dare you break up with me over text?" she yelled.

"Sheila, I just needed to..." I stuttered.

"I don't care what you needed. I am getting what I need now. Revenge."

It was at this moment that I realized Ms. Parks was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my arm, and I fell down, becoming dizzy. As I faded in and out of consciousness, I heard laughter.

I woke up in a dark room. I was wearing yoga pants and a pink exercise top. Underneath, I wore a large bra and panties. I was parched. Suddenly. Sheila and Ms. Parks entered the room completely naked. My manhood lifted up. The girls laughed.

"Ok, we are going to start the process, but we are going to need a few things. It's a good thing your little thing is hard already. We need a specimen from you," Sheila said.

Sheila grabbed a jar and lubed up her hands. She pulled down pants proceeded to jerk me off. She licked her lips and jiggled her boobs. I finally came into the jar.

"Wow you don't last very long do you? Good thing we broke up," she said.

I struggled, "thir-sty."

Sheila spoke, "Oh good deal that's the next part of the process. Mother you need to feed our little bitch."

Ms. Parks placed her large breast near my face. She placed her nipple in my mouth and told me to drink. I drank from her as warm breast milk filled my belly. "Oh, you're just a big baby." Ms. Parks cooed. She removed her first breast and inserted the next one. I shook my head no, but she insisted, "your stomach must be full for this. Plus it tastes so good." She had a point. I drank from her and enjoyed the delicious rich milk. "Careful now," she warned, "we wouldn't want to get a belly ache."

Once I was finished, Sheila said, "it's time to tell you what it happening. My mother and I are upset that you broke up with me. It was inappropriate. So because you think you can toss aside woman, we are going to teach you what it's like to be a woman."

I was very perplexed. I noticed Ms. Parks placing my semen in a mixture of some kind over the stove.

" My family has practiced magic for years. We don't typically use transformation spells. But a pig such as yourself needs to know how it feels. That being said, my mother and I are going to turn you into a forty year old woman."

"NO!" I screamed in terror.

"But yes. Imagine it. Losing your youthfulness, having a period for a few more years. It will be a true female struggle."

"Please, don't do thi..."

"Hush up or it will be worse. Now you might be thinking why you needed fresh milk. It's to fill you with female hormones. Anyway, mom, is the solution ready?"

"Yes, my sweet." Ms. Parks approached with a brush that had been dipped in the solution. I struggled in my restraints. "Now let's start with that face."

As she applied the solution to my face, my head felt hot. I looked in the mirror to see my hair had grown past my shoulders. Grey hairs were sporadically placed amongst my reddish brown hair. My face grew feminine. My lips grew bigger. My eyes and nose becoming feminine. Wrinkles and smile lines appeared and I looked much older.

"Now let's move to those arms." She applied the potion to my arms. They quickly lost their muscle mass and then gained fat. My arms swelled slowly, gaining more and more weight with each passing seconds. My hands becoming soft and feminine.

"Now time for the fun part. You are really going to squirm here." Ms. Parks lifted up the top and lathered the mixture onto my stomach and put it on my nipples.

Immediately, my abs disappeared. My belly swelled becoming fatter. A small, flabby layer of fat, typical of most women post pregnancy, now rested on top of my stomach. I felt slow, and cumbersome. The next part was definitely going to make me slower. My nipples began to grow and get hard. Boobs began to fill my enormous bra cups. Small orbs began to grow into larger ones. They pushed out the excercise top, which now felt extremely tight. My nipples were hard, leading to Sheila's laughter.

"My my, you've got 40G bust Nathan." She and her mother began to play with my boobs, lifting them, motorboating them.

I blushed. Looking in the mirror, I saw the top half of curvy, slightly chubby, 40 year old woman and the bottom half of a muscular teenage boy.

Ms. Parks spoke once again. "Oh boy. You look quite strange. Better even you out." She snapped open my yoga pants and lathered my legs and hips extensively with the magic formula, applying an extra layer to my ass and hips.

My thighs and legs were tingling, probably from my hair dissolving. My calves got thicker, and my thighs got huge. They almost doubled in size. My hips and ass got larger too. My hips quadrupled in size, my ass becoming a fat bubble. You could have served dinner for 8 on my new rump. As it was expanding, my pants got so tight I thought they might split.

Then then applied the serum to my crotch. I screamed. My hard dick got smaller and smaller. My balls dropped off and my penis transformed into a vagina. The two women laughed while watching my bulge flatten out.

Next thing I knew they were forcing the solution down my throat. As the creamy liquid came down to my vocal chords, my screams became softer and sing songier.

I looked in the mirror and saw my one time fantasy. I was a sexy cougar. I had massive tits, a huge ass and hips. My face had aged and I was slightly pudgy. It was horrible.

"Ok Cynthia," Sheila said, "come with us."

As I followed them up the stairs, I felt my colossal ass swaying, my huge breasts bounced endlessly.

"You are our maid now." Ms. Parks instructed. "You will cook and clean for us. If you don't do as we say, we will make your boobs and ass bigger."

I gaped.

"You will only ever drink from my nipple. The rich breast milk will be provided 3 meals a day."

Sheila laughed, "I think she turned out wonderful mom. She's sexy, big and obedient. Oh and she'll probably get her period soon. Plus, look at these boobs, they are enormous." Sheila squeezed my breasts.

"Yes, yes. Now Cynthia, I hope you've learned your lesson. Now we must go to Sheila's school. We have prepared a similar solution for Sheila's sexist math teacher. I want this house clean by the time we come back." Ms. Parks said.

On their way out, Sheila grabbed my ass, and said, "Goodbye, sweetcakes."

This is my life now. I'm a curvy middle aged woman with huge jugs. I lost 25 years of my life. Now I clean the Parks' house in exchange for breast milk. My advice: avoid your exes at all costs.

I was just one of the guys. I mean, we all were doing it. But why me? Why only me?

It was the night of my school's annual back to school party. It was rather cold outside, but my friends and I wanted to go anyway.

The night started off normal enough. I swam for a little bit. I ate some food. Then, my friend John brought out the booze. We managed to sneak a few swigs before we say some of the staff eyeing us, so we tossed it away.

It was at this moment that the testosterone began kicking in. I was horny as shit. My friends and I decided to start chasing some tail. We went up to several bust girls and motorboated them. Those sluts loved it. We cat called several seniors. It was all fun and games. Then, I saw it.

It was the best ass I've ever seen. It was large, made almost entirely of fat. I had to have every bit of it. I walked up and gave it a squeeze.

The ass turned around, and I immediately realized what I had done. The ass I had grabbed belonged to a feminazi. She was the type of girl who was obsessed with Harry Potter or other movies, but only liked the female characters.

She turned to me, "What the fuck do you think you are doing?!?"

"Umm...I was just admiring your body"

"Admiring my body?" She screamed, "my body is not for any man to objectify and degrade!"

"Woah calm down sugar tits! It's just some sexual play is all..."

"SUGAR TITS?!?!? Why I ought to..." Just then her persona changed. She seemed calmer, almost flirtatious. "You're right Richie. It's all a joke. Say, why don't we go play some more in the girls locker room?"

"But...weren't you just..."

"Oh no. I overreacted. Come on," she interrupted.

As we walked over to the empty changing room. I got excited. I was about to lose my virginity, and to a hot piece of ass like her.

We walked into the room. "So you ready to do this?" I asked.

She tapped my nose."Hold on there. I just have to do one thing."

The anticipation was getting more intense. I was ready to see her amazing body. I would explore it. Find its every follicle. I was ready.

She came back with a gym bag of sorts. Those had to have been toys of some sort. She reached into the bag and brought out a perfume bottle of some kind. That's odd, I thought. She then took the perfume bottle and sprayed the liquid onto my face. I didn't much of it, until I realized I couldn't move.

She saw me struggling, "Oh what's the matter ? Is it hard for the little baby to move."

"What the hell are you going on bitch?"

She clicked her tongue, "I'd be respectful if I were you. Your respect will help influence which bikini you get."

"Bikini?"

"You see Richie; you've been awfully rude to women. I think you need to learn respect first hand. So I'm deciding to turn you into a girl, forever."

I was speechless.

"What kind of girl you become is based on what bikini you get." She pulled out a yellow bikini. "This one is 'The Girl Next Door'. This one will make you a very sweet skinny girl. This ones really only for my volunteers though."

She pulled out a large red one. "This one is called 'The More to love". This results in the subject becoming a 300 pound girl with huge breasts. I use this one for fat shamers."

Finally she pulled out a very small, white, thong-backed bikini. "This is 'The Bimbo' I use this one on men who think women are objects. You get huge breasts and a huge butt. You also will intelligence to the point of not being able to answer 1+1. I think this ones the one for you."

"No, I'm begging you," I stated as she removed my trunks. I was scared out of my wits, yet harder than ever before.

"Awww, poor little baby doesn't want to be a sexy girl. It's ok you'll love being a girl. Besides, who were you going to satisfy with that 3 inch cock?"

She slid the white thing over my legs and pulled it up to my crotch. She then slipped the bikini on to my chest and tied it around my back.

Suddenly I felt strange all over my body. My body ached all of a sudden as it grew shorter. I was losing height very fast and now stood at about 5'4", a loss of about 8 inches.

Now she towered over me. She laughed, "Hey Shorty. Oh don't worry, it's just starting."

The next thing I noticed was my hair. My once hairy legs and chest were now smooth. No hair resided on my arms either. It was scary to see. She began to touch my arm and exclaimed, "Now, hair cannot grow anywhere but your head."

My attention was directed towards my legs. My feet grew smaller and I noticed my toes looked pedicured, with white nail polish all over them. My smooth calves were carved out. They became very defined. All of a sudden, I realized how plump my thighs were becoming. They inflated, becoming larger and juicier. I screamed out when I witnessed what was happening.

She giggled intensely, and I realized it was going to get worse. My hips suddenly cracked and shifted, causing me to have out of this world curves. My once bony began to thicken up too. My ass grew fatter and fatter and fatter. The cheeks inflated, causing the thong to sink deeper in deeper until I was essentially naked.

I noticed my balls were shrinking. The bulge I once had, began to shrink. Eventually, the front of my panties became flat as my manhood had been replaced by a vagina.

As my transformation continues, my waist got very small. Only a small bulge of fat rested on my stomach. My ratio of hips to waist was huge. Then the worst part happened.

Inside the small cups of the bikini, I noticed my nipples getting hard. They slowly grew larger and felt sensitive. Suddenly a small lump formed behind the nipple. It gained more and more fat until I witnessed some very large orbs resting on my chest. They stuck out and grew larger and larger. She measured them and said, " Congrats Miss Mia, that's your new name, you are now the proud owner of a pair of 32F boobies." She bounced them with her hand.

"Please fix this..." I stopped as my voice was now shrill and valley-girlesque. She giggled.

Now I looked ahead in the mirror. My hair grew long and brown. My nose and eyes became feminine. My lips grew plump and lushes. Every detail of my face was caked in make up. Suddenly my mind felt scattered. I couldn't think.

"So Mia, what is one plus one?" she taunted.

"Umm...uhh...like does it like have something to do with...uhh... Can I have a hint?"

She laughed uncontrollably. "Two, Mia."

"TWO!!!" I shouted, "I did it! I'm so smart!" Against my will, I jumped up and down while clapping, my humongous boobs bouncing as I did.

"Come on, let's flaunt you around."

As we walked outside, I felt my ass jiggle. My boobs jumped up and down in their tiny cups. Boys motorboated me and whistled at me. One boy asked to see my tits an I flashed my big perky boobies at him. Several surrounding boys took pictures while crossing their legs.

I tried fighting my actions but it got too hard. Now I go to school and I fail all of my classes. I try to hook up with as many people as possible. I live with my witch, now. She likes to make fun of me. But it's ok. My word of advice, never mess with women. You might just over do it with the wrong girl.

I was never a very good student. I would always slack off in class. Despite this, I maintained relatively good grades. Excepts for one class. Math with Mrs. Lakesides.

I had gotten off on the wrong foot with Mrs. Lakesides pretty quickly. She had to move me on the first day of school. I was constantly being rude, and it was obvious that I was her least favorite.

One day, I was in her class. I was talking to my friend when suddenly, she snapped.

"Lucas, see me after class, in conference room six."

I was actually concerned. What would happen to me? Detention? Suspension? Boy I had done it now.

When everyone was dismissed for lunch, I made my way to conference room six. The conference room was really odd. It had a large mirror on the back wall. Four chairs sat next to a square table.

I sat down and quickly became nervous. She wasn't here yet. I was worried she was going to come in with a notice of suspension. To calm my nerves, I grabbed a candy from a bowl center from the table, and began sucking on it.

Shortly after, she walked in to the conference room. She looked less angry, but she was intimidating nonetheless. She sat down in her seat. For some reason, I was studying her body.

Mrs. Lakeside was probably around forty. She was the kind of woman who you could tell that she was hot shit in her younger years. She had great curves and a flat stomach. Her tits were pretty big and I couldn't help but ogle them. "Ahem," she snorted causing my cheeks to go red. "Lucas, you've been slacking off in my class for too long. I need you to respect my authority."

"I'm sorry Mrs. L, but your class is just so boring and pointless."

"How dare you?" she exclaimed, "teachers work way too hard to be disrespected like this." She slowly calmed down. "Lucas, have a candy, son. Maybe it will make you see how nice I can be."

"No thanks," I said, "I've already had one."

"Perfect," she giggled.

Suddenly, I felt myself get really hot. My whole body felt warm. I stood up from my chair and became very scared. "What is happening to me?" I screamed.

I watched as my hair began to tingle. It slowly fell to the sides of my head growing to about my neck. It turned a cherry red, with a hint of brown. It looked dyed.

In the mirror, I could see my face beginning to change. My eye brows thinned out and my eyelashes became long. My nose became smaller. My lips pouted out, become luscious. Wrinkles and smile lines appeared. I looked like an older woman. I also lost much of height, measuring in around 5'6".

"What have you done to me?!" I yelled in a feminine voice."

"Oh Lucas, you must learn what it is like to be a teacher, that's why I'm turning you into one. By eating the candy, you have given your body to me. I can rid you of everyone's memories. I can mold you into any woman I like."

"That's impossible" I said. As I spoke I saw my shoulders become less broad. My huge muscles disintegrated from my arms. Soft fat swelled from my arms. I looked strange now, a soft womanly face with flabby arms and the body of a male athlete.

"Lucus Peterson, 17 year old football star, pretty boy. You are going to become Lucy Peterson, a 49 year old teacher, and a cougar with a lot of sexy."

"Please don't..." I pleaded.

"Sorry, Lucy, I've already decided what you are going to look like."

At this point, I felt my entire body grow hairless and smooth. I felt my silky skin in disbelief and noticed my feminine hands topped with French nails.

I looked in the mirror and saw my losing bulk. I looked scrawny and could no longer see my big muscles in my right shirt. I felt my chest tingle. My nipples got larger and soon became aroused at the touch of my shirt. Small mounds formed behind them. They grew larger and larger until two larger until some large, bouncing, boobs sat on my torso. They were so large, they lifted up my shirt, exposing my abs. "Those are some E cups you have, Lucy." exclaimed Mrs. Lakesides. I felt my abs disappear. I saw my stomach and sides slowly gain weight. As I plumped up, I felt my cheeks get fuller. I now was slightly pudgy.

Next, I felt my jeans grow tighter and tighter. The back grew extra tight as I could feel my ass getting larger. The front now lay flat as my new pussy formed. I quickly grabbed at them, but couldn't remove my jeans in time. I saw as the legs and ass were on the verge of bursting. Suddenly, the button flew across the room. My butt tore the jeans and exploded out. Two large cushions now sat on my 50 inch hips. My smooth thighs were filled with fat. Two large calves sat just above my petite feet, that were lying in shoes much too big for me.

She stripped me naked. "Now, Lucy, let's take this new body a test drive." She crouched down and licked my nipples. I was filled with pleasure as she crouched down and began to lick my clit. Soon, my whole body convulsed as I achieved orgasm. "See, you'll loving being a girl. Jesus, I can barely resist you, I wonder how your male students are going to react. Now let's get you dressed."

She placed me in a big bra, sliding my massive tits into the large cups. She lifted my large legs into a thong, making my bubble butt more pronounced. I was placed in a tight red top, and yoga pants. Five inch heels forced my back to show off my booty and titties even more than they would of by themselves. In the mirror, I saw a curvy, Middle Aged, woman. I had big breasts, and large hips. My butt stuck out like two soft pillows. I was now a woman. A sexy, chubby, woman.

The bell rang, "well, mrs. Peterson, it looks like you need to go teach your 5th period." Almost like I had for years, I walked to my classroom. As I clicked down the hall, I could feel my boobs bouncing. My hips swayed my ass from side to side. Several male students ogled me as I walked. This is my life now. I have to fend off advances from men. I should have respected my teacher. Now I'm stuck like this.

I was just like any other boy my age. Somehow, I was the worst though.

I was 16 when it happened. I went to a normal high school of about 1000 kids. I didn't really stand out amongst anyone, but I guess to her i did.

Of all my classes that year, art was my favorite. It wasn't that it was entertaining or good, it's that I liked Ms. O'Malley.

Ms. O'Malley was young, about 26. She was thin, with nice boobs and big hips. She was 5'11". She was very attractive. Best of all, she was a very nice teacher, you could just chill with her in the back of the class.

I'll stop rambling. It was No-Fap November. I was participating in the festivities. As i reached the end, I was pretty much on the edge. For some reason, I focused my sexual energy on Ms. O'Malley.

She was eight months pregnant at the time, for some reason this proved very exciting to me. I would ogle her in class (she wore tight maternity pants that really brought out her ass. Eventually, she began to notice and clearly became frustrated.

I was reaching the breaking point on the last day. I went into art, and didn't do anything. I couldn't focus. Her boobs looked very good today, very large obviously from nearing child birth. Her hips swayed in a mesmerizing way. I couldn't look away. As the bell rang to go home, Ms. O'Malley stopped me.

"Sorry, Eric, but I need to see you after class. Why don't you go sit on that table over there?"

I sat on the large drafting table. She joined me, sitting very casually like a close friend."

"So, Eric. I've noticed what you've been doing for awhile now." I became very embarrassed. She continued, "you haven't been getting anything done. I need to make you calm down."

Suddenly, I got very excited. My cock grew very stiff. She looked down at it and looked at me seductively. "Just say you want me and I'm yours, Eric." she whispered.

"I want you," I said, getting very hard, "I want your body!"

She sprang up (well as close to it a pregnant woman could come). "I'll be right back," she said. She went into the supply room in the back.

I couldn't believe this. I was going to finally smash Ms. O'Malley. I was Rock hard. I stood up on the table, and stripped all of my clothing off.

She returned with a box. It probably had loads of toys in it. She wore an apron. I was on the verge of exploding. She looked up at my long hard cock and smiled. Accept, she looked at it almost sort of mockingly. I became panicked, not realizing that I had lost the ability to move.

She saw how terrified I was. She said, "Oh don't worry, Eric. It will be over before you know it."

"Ms. O'Malley..."

"Just call me, Karen sweetheart, I mean we are going to be the same person." I gaped. "Oh yea, sort of missed that important detail," she laughed. "So, I really need a sub for maternity leave, but no one knows the material quite like me. I was looking for a person to turn into me. Luckily, I found you. You were perfect. You always admire my body and you said you want it. Plus, you weren't participating in class, so this is adequate punishment."

"You can't do this!" I protested.

"I know it seems hard to believe but I can, using this clay." She removed a large mound of clay and a statue from the box. The statue was a hyper-realistic model of myself made from clay. "This clay has special properties. When I add more to the specialized statue or alter the shape of it, your body also changes."

"Please, I'm sorry, don't do this to me." I yelled.

"It's ok, your need to understand that women's bodies are not here for display. Now after the changes are complete. Your voice will remain the same. That's why you need this." She poured some liquid down my throat. I screamed.

"Stop, Ms. O'Malley, sto..." I was stupefied. I had the same womanly voice as her.

"Beautiful," she said, "You also have my knowledge, skin, internal organs and hair color. It also got rid of that gross body hair. Now let's get started."

She began molding the statues face. I could feel pressure surrounding my pale face. She pulled and added to the dolls hair as my light brown hair grew past my shoulder blades. It was then pulled back gently into a ponytail. I looked in the mirror stunned, seeing my face change. My head became rounder. My eyes grew deep blue. My nose and lips softening, growing more feminine. "You look gorgeous,"she concluded. She was right, I looked just like her.

She moved down to my legs. I felt myself growing a little taller. My hairless legs softer, I felt my calves grow larger. My thighs got bigger, gaining baby weight. As my thighs filled with fat, She played with the statue's penis. She quickly added a huge mass of clay to it and shaped it until my dick was about 5 feet long. She made the balls the side of bowing balls, I could feel them weighing me down. Suddenly she removed both from the doll, leaving me flat. She then shaped a vagina from the flat part, connecting my uterus to its new opening.

She was loving seeing me so uncomfortable. She smiled. She moved up to the dolls mid drift. She added more clay to the hips. My hips swelled out, double the size of my petite waist. My entire lower half looked like hers."Now you've gotta have a booty, because I have a booty," she exclaimed spanking her hand against her big ass. She added clay to my statue rump. I felt my cushions push out more. Two large bubbles lay on my now large hips. "That's a nice booty you got there Karen." Mrs. O'Malley exclaimed. She slapped it nicely , causing my butt to jiggle about.

She thinned out my arms. She added more clay which caused my hairless arms to become slightly fatter. She then moved to my chest. She added clay to the nipples, causing mine to get larger and more sexually excited. I felt my chest expand to the size of her chest today. "You always loved my milk-filled breasts. So I decided that it would be best if you had milk filled breasts all of the time." My chest felt heavy. I needed someone to just hold my breasts up.

"We're almost done. But I just have to ask, you like big bellies don't you." I shook my head frantically, no. "Oh stop lying, you loved ogling my belly, so I think I'm going to give you a big baby belly." She began adding clay to the now very feminine doll's stomach. The more she added, the bigger my stomach got. More and more smooth fat jumped to my stomach. It got bigger and bigger. I felt like I was about to fall over, due to the weight of it all. She laughed, "You've got such a big belly now, you look pregnant. But you're not, just tubby." She said patting my huge belly. I felt like my belly and boobs were going to pull me over.

My mind was changed. I still remembers being male, and I still like women, but my feelings felt different. I now had her attitude, using different words in place of swear words. Instead of saying ass and tits I now only wanted to say booty and breasts. It was upsetting to see how much I'd changed.

"OK Karen. Let's get you dressed up."
She removed clothes from the box. She slid some panties on to my crotch. She placed a bra around my breasts that rested upon my belly. Maternity pants were snapped onto my legs and belly, bringing out my curves and ass. A tight top was added to show off my babyless baby bump and boobs.

"Ok, so I am going to tell you how this is going to work. You are always going to look pregnant, you will always have these milky breasts and this big belly. When I am on maternity leave, you will sub for me. When I return, you will take care of our daughter. You can be her second mother. Since my husband left me, I need to have someone help me."

I began to sob.

She comforted, "it's ok really. You got what you wanted. My body. This should be a dream come true. Be happy. You look sexy as hell. I promise I will give you a nice home, living with me."

I was sort of sad. But I had to accept what was happening. Ms. O'Malley sent me away to drive back to her house. Somehow I knew how to get there. As I walked down the hall, I felt my massive hips swaying. I felt tired, my big belly weigh me down. My boobs bounced as a walked, growing more sore due to the abundance of milk in them. This was my new life. This was what I would be, forever. A sexy pregnant looking teacher. I guess this is what I get.