You accidentally put on your girlfriend's jeans while in a rush to work. When strange changes set in at the office, you make a desperate run for the bathroom (MTF cow girl cap with breast/ass expansion and popping buttons!)


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Story Text:


"Ugh..."  You wince, glancing at the mirror to see the overly tight pair of pants pasted to your legs.  You were late for work, so you dressed in a hurry before leaving, only to later realize you put on your girlfriend's jeans.

"I guess it's just one day," you mutter, turning from the mirror as you walk out of your workplace bathroom.  Upon returning to your desk and getting to work, a strange warmth washes through you, causing your skin to itch and your insides to quiver strangely.

As you type, your hips ache and your seat gradually feels more cushioned.  Upon shifting, you wince and notice how greatly your rear fills out your desk chair. "Huh?" You grumble, wondering if you might need a diet.  

While continuing to work, you occasionally adjust your junk, cursing the tightness of your jeans while absently scratching your chest as it puffs up and feels swollen.

Your bones creak and pop, your limbs shortening as your muscles melt away into something more slender.  You also find yourself not needing to adjust your testes after a peculiar, tight throbbing envelops your nethers.

This isn't right-- it can't be right.  You feel panic as you glance down and notice the outline of small breasts tenting the fabric of your dress shirt.  "W-- What!?"  You squeal, your voice climbing multiple octaves as you stand and stagger away from your desk, heading to the bathroom once more.

"Mmmmg..."  You moan and tremble as your head and tailbone pulse.  Your hips continue widening as a ball of pressure expands beneath your navel.  Much to your confusion, your pants fit better by the second, correlating with an increase in breast size with each passing moment.

"A-- A girl!?"  You gasp in disbelief.

Coworkers look from their desks and stand up, eyeing you curiously.  A female colleague flashes a look of concern as she passes.  "Are you okay-- wait...  Who are you?  Are you new here?"

You blush furiously and nod in embarrassment.  "Y-- yeah-- bathroom," you squeal girlishly, finally making it to the men's room as you barge in.

"E-- Excuse me!"  A male coworker blushes and scoffs as he quickly exists, giving you a dirty look.

You ignore him and stand in front of the mirror, completely stupefied.  As the buttons on your shirt strain against your growing tits, you gawk at the curvaceous, feminine form standing before you.  You notice the wide hips, tight waist, and soft, girlish features of your face, barely noticing the set of horns growing atop your head while your ears elongate.

"O-- oh my god!"  You cry, sliding a hand between your legs, probing through the denim as you feel your cock recede while your taut scrotum splits and starts to form your new, womanly sex.  You squeal loudly when your new pussy pops open, your cock settling as a tiny nub nestled within your steamy labia.

At this point, your shirt finally pops open, showing your bountiful cleavage as cow tail bursts from your tailbone and swishes wildly.  You know you should feel more panicked, but you only feel a mix of awe and embarrassment as you marvel at your beauty.  Sliding your hands up your chest, you shiver and gasp at your breasts' sensitivity before clutching your shirt with your dainty, lady-like hands.  

"O-- oh..."  You glance at your pants, seeing how nicely they contort to your plump ass and broad hips.  "Well, they fit better now," you mutter and let out a sigh, deciding to talk to your girlfriend later and try not to worry.  It seems some sick leave is in order so you can thoroughly explore your new assets.