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"Bro, you really shouldn't drink that," Kevin exclaimed, raising an eyebrow as he watched his roommate hold a milk jug in front of an open fridge.

"Why not?" John responded in a dull voice. "I don't see anyone's name written on it, so why should I care?" He was a good-looking, twenty-one-year-old jock with clean-cut blond hair and toned muscles. On top of that, he held a generally high opinion of himself and felt entitled to anything and everything in the fridge.

"Geraldo doesn't play around, man. He's gonna be pissed if you drink the last of his milk," Kevin responded.

"You think I give a shit?" John scoffed. With that, he took the cap off, tossed it onto the counter, and began chugging the last of the creamy, white fluid.

"Don't say I didn't warn you. I'm going out for a bit," waved Kevin with a sigh as he grabbed his keys and walked out the apartment door.

John rolled his eyes, strutting into the living room before taking a seat on the couch. He took another swig of milk, downing the rest as he tossed the empty gallon jug onto the floor with reckless abandon. "Warn me?" He snorted, shaking his head before turning on the TV. Let's see that chicken shit nerd do something about me drinking his milk, he thought to himself as a smirk spread across his face. The three didn't know each other before moving in, having met through a site for college-age students to find roommates.

After finding the football game, he kicked his legs onto the coffee table and leaned back without a care. A few seconds later, a thin layer of sweat broke out all over his body, forcing him to wipe his brow. Why is it so damn hot? He grunted, standing as he walked over to the thermostat. To his surprise, the air was on full blast. John raised an eyebrow and then placed a hand over the vent, noting the icy cold air. "Huh, okay then," the muscular male shrugged, walking back to the couch. As he did so, he noticed his boxers felt a bit tighter, his sweaty thighs sticking to the cotton.

What now? John grimaced, sitting down as he pulled the fabric from his crotch and ass cheeks. Just as he went back to watch the game, a peculiar tingle erupted from his stomach and spread outward. "Uggh, what the fuck??" He spat, crossing his arms over his abdomen. The strange sensation crept up through his torso and down through his pelvis, soon followed by a feeling of churning liquid inside of his body. Was that milk terrible? Am I getting food poisoning? John let out a weak moan and rested his head against the couch. Out of nowhere, his bones began to ache, immediately followed by slight cracking and popping sounds. He could only compare the bizarre sensation to cracking his back when he woke up; only this time, it was involuntary and happening all over.

John panicked, realizing something was very wrong. "What the fuck!? If it's that fucking nerd's fault, I'll-- ooooh!" A ball of immense pressure formed beneath his navel and exploded. His hips popped and cracked more loudly as they jutted outward, millimeters at a time. As his waistband began to stretch, the trembling jock gazed downward with a hook of horror. His waist was pulling inward at a steady rate as his hips expanded. It felt like he was made of modeling clay, and an invisible hand was reshaping his body. "N-- NOO!!! WHAT THE FUCK!?" John screamed as the tingling washed through his arms and legs. He shakily raised his arms, watching his muscles melt away, his limbs pulling inward as they gradually shortened. "FUCK-- COME BACK! WHAT THE HELL!" He squeezed his bicep, feeling it recede and melt away as his skin softened. Looking downward, he noticed his legs quickly following suit.

"Uggghhh!"  John's skull quivered and shifted as it began to shrink and reshape. He clearly saw his nose receding before his eyes, much to his horror. This was immediately followed by a shock of pain shooting through his throat. "Henning…" John groaned, sweating buckets as his ass and thighs expanded against the fabric of his boxers, giving him a wedgie. When he moved a hand to touch his throat, he felt his Adam's apple disintegrating into nothingness.

"This has to be-- a fucking nightmare-- I -- what the hell!!" As he spoke, his voice cracked and slipped up a few octaves. Before he could contemplate the nature of his changes, his ribcage began to shrink while his spine reshaped to suit his increasingly supple curves. The deep, throbbing pain in his pecs disturbed him the most. His nipples grew so sensitive that the fabric of his tee-shirt began to chafe and cause a great deal of discomfort. Now panicked, John stripped his shirt off while his breath rate grew erratic.

As he gazed down with a stupefied look, he saw his pecs fatten and balloon while his nipples and areolas thickened. It took a few seconds for him to finally register what was happening. "NO, I-- I DON'T WANT TO BE A FUCKING CHICK! GERALDO, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME!?" He shrieked as his voice continued to heighten in pitch.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through John's testicles, causing him to lurch forward and let out a desperate cry. No, no, no, no…  He begged, tears streaming from his face. He slid a hand between his legs, touching his scrotum. John pushed his fingers in and located his testicles higher than usual. "No, no, no-- come back…  Come back!" He pleaded, trying to reach in to grab them. It was too late-- both testes disappeared into his body as he felt them migrate up through his pelvis. "GERALDO, YOU-- FUCKING BASTARD! NO-- NO, DON'T GO!" He wailed, probing his empty sack as his chest continued to grow, pushing past B-cup.

"MMmm--oooo!" John moaned as a pulse shot through his abdomen. He felt something tear beneath the ball of pressure and creep downward. While this happened, his lips grew plump and soft, his tits and ass continuing to grow at an uncomfortable rate. At this point, his boxers threatened to grow too tight and rip off.

"Fuck, fuck-- oh god… Oh god…" He stammered, ripping his boxers off as he sat naked on the couch. His hips and waist now had a feminine shape, his pelvis restructuring as his penis and scrotum shifted and migrated lower on his body. As this happened, his crotch became increasingly feminine, his v-line tracing down to his lower-set genitals. "I DON'T WANT TO BE A WOMAN, PLEASE!" John shrieked. His empty scrotum tightened, pulling against his groin as his penis finally started to tingle. John's eyes widened as he saw his eight-inch beast of a cock shrink away, bit by bit, as he blossomed into womanhood.

"N-- Nooo!!!! No-- Mm--oooo," John moaned, tears continuing to fall. He fearfully tugged at his cock in a vain effort to stop it from disappearing, but it was no use. The line down what remained of his scrotum turned pink and split open as it reshaped into soft, feminine folds that would soon be his labia. John was so distracted that he barely noticed two little nubs sprouting atop his head and one at the base of his spine. He pulled at his cock as it transformed, his urethra sealing shut. At this point, only two inches remained, mainly the head, as it shrunk into the top of John's soon-to-be vulva. His foreskin reshaped, becoming his new clitoral hood. As this occurred, his new urethra and vaginal opening opened within John's new sex.

As he pulled at the pseudo-clit, a massive jolt of blissful, euphoric pleasure shot through him. "Mmm--oooooh!" She moaned as she experienced her first clitoral orgasm. It was more intense than anything she had experienced before.She pushed her hips forward, her hands falling to her sides as the orgasm washed over her, consuming the entirety of her being. "Ugh…" She groaned, snapping back to reality. Looking down, two massive, F-cup tits perkily hung in front of her as her nipples pulsed and leaked milky fluid. "I-- I don't want tits, no…  No…" She cried. John probed between her legs with her lithe, feminine fingers and found nothing but a wonderfully shaped, moist vulva that twitched and leaked hot, sticky fluid onto the couch cushions.

"N-- NO!!" She cried hysterically, pushing her fingers into the wet folds, which quivered and dampened in response. A warm, buttery burst of pleasure consumed her feminine sex as her clitoris ached and twitched in response. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced as a male, in which the fun was central to her cock. This pleasure consumed her insides and overwhelmed her whole body. "M--Mooo…" She moaned, tears streaming from her face as her new horns and tail grew out, her ears shifting and reshaping.

John shook her head, telling herself it was just a nightmare as she slid her fingers down and found an opening. Heart racing, she slipped two fingers in, her vaginal walls contracting and quivering as they sucked the digits in. "Ahhhhh! Mmoooo!" John cried as her insides spasmed with delight. Tiny waves of euphoria welled up within her sopping-wet pussy and permeated through the walls of her birth canal.

"Oh-- Oh god…" She choked, pulling back as she moved a hand up to touch one of her breasts. John's nipple immediately reacted, spurting hot milk onto the floor in front as a sharp jolt shot through her tit and mixed with the residual tide of pleasure from her new female flower. "I-- is that milk?" She squeaked in horror. Despite her state of panic, she couldn't shake a new nagging thought in the back of her head that threatened to overwrite her concerns. Damn, I bet it would feel nice to have these things drained.

John, or 'Joanna" as she was now called, stood in the shower as hot steamy water rained down. She had only been a sexy cowgirl for three days but still wasn't used to her new existence. Washing her impressive tits proved difficult due to their sensitivity, so she learned to simply let the water beat on them while cleaning under them. She still felt a massive pang of embarrassment every time she had to scrub the delicate folds nestled between her fat, sultry legs. Doing so was a constant reminder of what she had lost. Not only that, but accidentally brushing against her clit would inevitably lead to Joanna growing horny and needing to masturbate before she could focus on anything else.

Joanna let out a deep sigh as she climbed out of the shower and carefully toweled her plump, curvaceous body. Her cheeks grew crimson as she spread her legs and attempted to dry her vulva. Despite being careful, she rubbed against her sensitive nerve bundle and let out a lewd moan. "Moooo!" She cried, gripping the sink and arching her butt as a euphoric tingle pulsed through her nethers.

After regaining her composure, she cursed herself. Dammit, now I'll need to masturbate…  Or as Geraldo to help again, her lips curled into a smile as she giggled, covering her body with a towel as she stared at the sultry cowgirl in the mirror. "Maybe Geraldo will need me to replace his lost milk again," she purred, gazing down at her massive chest mounds. W-- Wait, I shouldn't think like that. It took all of her willpower not to lose herself. Then again, she was beginning to think it might make life easier if she did.

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