Transformation of Mr. Price – Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Transformation of Mr. Price – Chapter 3

A man travels on business to San Francisco and through the inadvertent misuse of a male enhancement cream is transformed into a woman. If you have not read previous chapters this won’t make a lot of sense. As I showered I rolled the tip of my cock around with my finger, and found my pubic hair scratchy on the sensitive tip and wondered if I’d have the nerve to shave my pubic hair. I had never done it but knew that many men did and thought nothing of it. I got out of the shower and toweled dry before going back to bed. And in a moment of lustful indulgence smeared the remaining cream from the first jar all over my cock and balls. The warmth was immediate and the pleasure was as intense as the night before, if not more so. My cock swelled and although it felt much smaller in my hand, the pleasure was strong and I knew I wanted to cum hard again. I had no fantasy at that moment, no fantasy except the pleasure I felt and the hope that my orgasm would be as intense as before. And it was, my cock didn’t get as hard as before, but I was able to stimulate myself nonetheless. I played with my new breasts, smearing cream over them as well. And my orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks, I convulsed with pleasure and felt the tip of my cock swell without the shaft hardening further and a small amount of cum oozed out. I didn’t care if it wasn’t a prostate gripping pinch deep inside, I had cum hard and it lasted for minutes instead of seconds. I rolled around on the bed, moaning aloud as ...

... wave after wave racked my body. And then it subsided, slowly, unlike my normal shoot and go limp orgasm. I lay on the bed, my hand between my legs holding my cock and balls and my other hand rubbing my nipples enjoying the pleasure of the afterglow of my orgasm I remained on the bed for over an hour, feeling my hand holding my crotch. I turned on my side, I could feel my breast pressing against my arm, it felt wonderful and as I looked down I couldn’t believe that even though they were small I had what would pass for cleavage as I pressed my breasts together with my arms. I can’t explain it but I was pleased with this instead of shocked, for some reason it just seemed right, yet there was this disconnect in my brain. “I am a man,” I told myself as if I needed to remind myself of the fact, yet just below my chin were a pair of boobs that were as female as any I had ever enjoyed. I wondered if this was all a dream, some stupor caused by something in the cream. My mind seemed to jump from pride over the breasts to a bit of panic over the change that had occurred so suddenly. I looked over at the nightstand, the first jar sat there empty; its contents rubbed onto my body and vanished within me. I picked up the note Al Lam had sent with it and reread it, I was reminded by her instructions that the changes were permanent, yet I wondered if it held some hormone that would soon pass out of my body and I’d return to normal. “These things are never what they advertise themselves,” I ...