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I just thought you know its been a while since I wrote a bimbo story so like I just need to appreciate that kink more often ykwim? Like I just want a man to turn into a bimbo and just have some hot steamy sex. Yeah, yeah don't read too much about it. It's just a steamy sex throughout :3 \n\n\nMy commissions are closed. Click here to find out my schedule: [url=https://www.notion.so/11792d73278b80d1a2c1cfb52e223023?v=7c5a2792ae4641f2890d8d97b89ed1ec]https://www.notion.so/11792d73278b80d1a2c1cfb52e223023?v=7c5a2792ae4641f2890d8d97b89ed1ec[/url]\n\nIf you're interested in supporting me, do check out my patreon (https://patreon.com/lim2357) where I will give out free words, cheaper rates for future commissions, exclusive stories, early access of stories and much more!\n\n[url=https://patreon.com/lim2357]https://patreon.com/lim2357[/url]\n\nEnough with the ad, let's go with the story\n\nGreg always had a crush on his friend, Jack. He was the only that showered attention to him after all. 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Greg always had a crush on his friend, Jack. He was the only that showered attention to him after all. But there lies the problem: both men were straight. So after browsing through the dark web, he found a cure to his problem: He would turn Jack into a Bimbo with a drink.

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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "“Dinner at your place later?” Jack stretched his body, blocking the path of his friend, Greg. The duo left the skyscraper corporate building after their two hour meeting. \n\n\n“Yeah, yeah. Prepared something special there.” \n\n\n“It better be good, alright? I swear if it’s going to be some stupid shit like last time…” \n\n\nGreg chuckled, “I promise. This will change your world, alright Jackie?” \n\n\nWith an irritated expression, Jack clicked against his tongue, looking down at the shorter man. Ugh, why was he friends with this asshole? Even in high school, they were practically in different worlds. \n\n\nOvertowering height, athletic body and charismatic, Jack was almost the perfect student there. He blended in neatly with the other jocks and led their school football team to the championships. The key word being almost; his grades massively weighed him down till the point where he couldn’t graduate high school. \n\n\nThus, he was forced to go for more remedial glasses…and that’s when he met with Greg. Thick glasses, freckled face and chubby, he looked exactly like the textbook definition of a nerd. His grades only reaffirmed his view on Greg. Scoring all As for any and all subjects, the meek nerd was deemed to be valedictorian if he kept this up. And so Greg was his peer tutor. \n\n\nThe days that followed was torture for both of them. The nerd will teach him a topic only for Jack to forget about it after fifteen minutes. There Greg would complain before teaching him the same topic once again but in a different manner. Repeat this till six in the afternoon where Jack fled the school like an escaped convict. \n\n\nFinally, after three weeks, Jack actually retained topics. With their combined efforts, he managed to graduate high school with the bare minimum GPA. During this process however, they realized they had lots of common interests between one another and became close friends. Closer than even his other teammates in the squad. \n \nThinking back on it, Greg really did save his ass. If it weren’t for him, he would definitely be unable to get that university scholarship. And from then onwards, they just kept close contact. \n\n\nAfter graduating from college, the duo set out for work. When both of them ended up working in the same company, Jack called it a ‘minor miracle’ like how was that even possible? Greg was in the IT department while Jack was in sales. A coincidence that had Jack gasping in shock when he saw Greg there. \n\n\nOr at least that’s what Jack believed. \n\n\nGreg’s fingers fidgeted against his keys. See, he had a secret. A deep one that he kept for years. He had always believed this would be hidden till his deathbed. That he had feelings for Jack - romantic and sexual. \n\n\nTo the nerd that never had any close friends, his friendship with Jack became a drug to him. He wanted more. More attention from Jack. More of his voice. At times, he would just track where he was (wasn’t hard with Jack doxxing his location on social media) and pretend that they bumped into each other. There Jack would go on walks with him, just ranting about his day. \n\n\nAnd yet, the man refused to confess. Hell, he wasn’t gay and neither was Jack. Hence, he decided to bury it down and maintain their close friendship. \n\n\nThe duo took a left turn - just another five minute walk before reaching Greg’s apartment. Jack hummed a little tune while scrolling through his phone. Their favourite game’s OST. Greg glanced at his larger body. A painful reminder of his feelings. \n\n\nHe wasn’t into a man’s body at all… Only his. He blushed hard. Ah fuck… that sounded gay as hell - something he is clearly not. But that didn’t mean his feelings should be erased. \n\n\nAfter all, when there’s a will, there’s a way.\n\n\nEntering the apartment complex, Jack glanced back, “Say, I’m craving for some fried chicken, wanna have that for dinner?” \n\n\n“Sure, I’ll just…” His words trailed, now looking down at the street. Right. It would be funnier if he did it himself, “Buy that first then,” Greg tossed his keys, “Just make yourself at home, alright?”\n\n\nJack nodded as Greg walked away. Entering the apartment complex, Jack yawned. So many meetings in this one week alone. He massaged his hands, feeling a little numb from them. Well, at least he was done for this week. Leaning against the railings, he wondered how did Greg even tolerate those idiots at work? \n\n\nOnce the lift opened, Jack found himself outside Greg’s doorstep. He opened the door, now wondering what sort of drinks Greg bought. Please. He needed something strong. \n\n\nImmediately, he pinched his nose. Ugh. Greg’s smell practically stank the whole place. He swore he would clean this shit up but it never happened. Whatever. He wasn’t his mum. \n\n\nAside from the stench, his place was the same organised boring place. Monochrome, he had the bare essentials with an exception of gaming consoles stationed around his TV. It was incredible how he maintained the place despite being overworked. \n\n\n\n\nSearching through his fridge, only cans of beer scattered through them. Cheap beer that didn’t excite him. Except for one. A pink slender can that had the label: “AFAM” on it. Interestingly, a hazard symbol was pasted beside it.\n\n\nJackpot. This must be the strong shit he was talking about. But to have an actual hazard symbol pasted there was concerning. Just how dangerous was this thing? \n\n\nYet, the salesman paid it no attention. The threat was a present to his eyes. Was it flooding his veins with 100% alcohol and making him severely hung over for the next two days? After such an exhausting month, he would gladly sign him up to this. \n\n\nHe gave it a good shake. Pressure built within the can, indicating that it was a little fizzy. Once done, he cracked open the can for foam to escape from the small opening. Gulping down the drink, a sweet fizzy texture flooded his tastebuds. The world around him spun. Oh damn, this shit was strong. Stumbling back to his couch, he licked against his lips, ready for another gulp.\n\n\nJust like that, Jack had fallen for his trap. His black hair brightened up and his muscles softened slightly. Curious at what brand the beer was, he turned it around, reading the description. \n\n\n“Caution: Once drunk… caster must… set clear intentions…” He giggled, oblivious at how his voice was climbing in pitch, “Permanent change to… target… hehe…” Taking another swing, he sipped against the can, now puffing his lips. \n\n\nSweat soon dripped behind his neck. Damn, he was getting hot here. He fanned himself, thinking at how stupid that warning was. Caster? Target? Pffft… which drunkass wrote that? \n\n\nWith the third gulp down, Jack finally noticed something was off. His hair dropped and blocked his view, causing him to brush it away and feel the silkiness from it. Wait, what? While he explored his newer hair, his bones merged smoothly, resulting in an inch shaved away. \n\n\nHe gasped out loud, noticing the subtle color shift. What the hell was this drink? His face shape smoothened out his edges while his cheeks puffed up, now brighter in complexation. Likewise, his sharper nose softened. Facial hair merged into his skin, leaving behind buttery smooth skin. \n\n\nWithin a blink, his eye lashes stretched out, now obstructing his view. The fuck was happening to him? He rushed towards the washroom and found a mirror. Rubbing against his face, he could feel the softness of his face. \n\n\nN…No… This couldn’t happen… His knees gave way, tumbling onto the floor. His shirt tugged to the right side as his hair now curled up. Within his reflection stood a young lady’s face attached to his bigger body. No… even his body wasn’t safe… Muscles that once was his pride had softened around his arms and chest. \n\n\nOn instinct, he pinched against his cheeks. So incredibly soft. He winced in pain as his nails sharpened, “Ow,” Reddening up, he shook his head. This wasn’t a dream. \n\n\nBut how was this possible? How was he changing into this woman? His mind racked for answers while the drink’s aftertaste lingered on his tongue. \n\n\nThen it clicked for him. \n\n\nRight! It must be that drink! He laughed out loud, feeling stupid for overthinking so much. That drink. That warning symbol. It all made sense now. That drink probably had drugs in them. With that revelation, he gulped down the entire can before tossing it into the bin.\n\n\nOnce he swallowed it all down, his eyes turned blue, now seeing different lines spread throughout the room. All consistently distanced apart from each other. There, he sunk into the sofa, giggling and admiring them. Lines that protruded from his ethereal body were being weaved and woven into different triangles, prompting him to reach out. \n\n\nBut before he could touch it, Greg’s voice echoed through the room, “Seems like someone had drunk my little gift.” \n\n\n“Y..Yeah… That drink was great…” He let out a soft burp, now sounding more feminine. The lines immediately disappeared, snapping him back to reality, “Say… what drugs did you put inside it?” \n\n\nGreg walked in front of her, now grinning from ear to ear. Holy shit! It worked without a single problem, “No drugs, my little Jackie. You’re just turning into my ideal woman.” \n\n\n“Huh?” \n\n\nGreg soon paced around the sofa while Jack’s breathing soon became faster, “You know, Jackie, I always had a little crush on you. You’re the only person that cared about me and I truly loved your attention.” \n\n\nHis words echoed in Jack’s mind. Greg had a crush on him? The hell was all of this then? Why couldn’t he confess or do somethi-\n\n\nSuddenly his stomach churned. He clutched against it. His breathing hastened while his belly retracted inwards. As he continued to pant, he gulped down his spit, not realizing that his Adam’s Apple merged within his smaller neck. His shoulder width had shrunk by an inch or so, his hips widened by that same amount. \n\n\n“But we both know we’re straight. So the solution’s simple, I’ll just change you into my girl,” He leaned forward with a grin, “Don’t worry, Jackie, you’re going to enjoy being my slut, you see.” \n\n\n“Oh fuck off,” His voice now was much higher pitched than a man’s, with a certain thickness to its texture, “Change me back now! I’m a man!” \n\n\nGreg leaned forward. He expected this much resistance from him but once he explored his new sexy body, he would come to love it. Actually, he could help him with that. Immediately groping against his growing chest, Greg’s face leaned against his friend’s back. Jack’s nipples poked against his shirt, swelling up. \n\n\nCompletely red now, Jack screamed, “Get your hands off me!” \n\n\n“Not so manly, are you now? Not with these tits,” Greg lifted his larger shirt up and stripped him. Now halfnaked, Jack could finally see what he lost. His pecs were barely there now, softening into a brighter complexation. On instinct, he squirmed, covering his new bigger nipples. \n\n\n“Greg, this better be some stupid prank or something. What the fuck are you talking about changing me into your slut?” Jack slanted to the side. His mind, still trying to make sense of this, was filling up with rage. \n\n\nA crush on him? Changing into a girl? This just was too ridiculous to be true. Jack shook his head. This must just be the drugs taking effect he reasoned. There’s no way his close friend would do this to him, right? \n\n\nMeanwhile, Greg stepped back. A prank? Was he this naive to believe it? He was already changing into a girl for crying out loud. But that gave him an idea. Just one to tease his changing buddy. \n\n\nHugging behind around his waist, Greg said, “Right guess you caught me. That shit about making you my slut was all just a prank,” Jack tried to escape from his grasp but with how vulnerable he was, he was stuck there. \n\n\n“The hell does that mean?” \n\n\n“It means I can change you back, Jackie,” His grin widened, “Come on, you surely don’t think I’ll mean it, do you?” \n\n\nA prank? Beneath the rage, relief showed on his face, “Does that mean you’ll change me back?” \n\n\nHis hands now slid onto Jack’s new breasts. Currently at A cup, he gave them a little squeeze, making Jack moan. This bastard… What was he thinking of pulling such a stupid prank? “Let’s have some fun first, alright?” \n\n\n“You promise you’ll change me back?” \n\n\n“Of course, Jackie. I’m not a monster,” Greg’s larger hands unbuttoned Jack’ jeans and pulled them down, much to the changing man’s distress. Completely nude now, Jack couldn’t help but follow his gentle words. God… why did he smell so good now? “You don’t have to do a single thing, alright?” \n\n\n“Bu-” \n\n\n“Just keep quiet and let me do all the work alright?” His calm voice reassured him, “After all, I can change you back anytime I want.” \n\n\nSweat ran through Jack’s back like a river. Fuck… what was he going to do now? Greg gently pulled his shorter friend (now an inch shorter than him) onto the couch. With his changes still ongoing, Jack sat onto Greg’s leg, awkwardly shifting around. So cute. \n\n\nHe continued to fondle his breasts. Each time he did so, Jack squirmed within his leg. The pleasure continued to crash against his mind. It's just a prank. It’s just a prank right… Greg would never do this; he wouldn’t even hurt a fly for crying out loud. This was all just for fun… Fun… for both of them… \n\n\nWhile he was preoccupied, the changes continued to unravel. His nutsack, that once stretched against his underwear, had shrunk to half of its size. Muscles around his body soon redistributed to his skin. Meanwhile, his testosterone soon became estrogen rushing through his veins and circulating around his body. \n\n\nHair from around his hands and legs merged into his skin, smoothening out. Soft skin for Greg to rub against. When was the last time he had a woman’s touch? He wondered. Heavy breaths brushed against Jack’s sensitive ear. Soon enough, his dick became hard, now poking against his friend’s naked ass. \n\n\n“-eek!” Jack glanced back, getting up from that sudden poke. Frantically, he glanced down only to find his groins shrinking, “Greg change me back now! I mea-” \n\n\n“Or else what? You’ll leave?” \n\n\nThat shut him up fast. Greg clicked against his tongue. Ah fuck, he was taking too long with this shit. All he wanted was for Jack to just serve him as a slut already. \n\n\nPinning Jack onto the floor, he said, “You’ve been naughty, Jack. Should’ve known better than to mess with me.” His left hand on his tits and his right on his ass. Tears brimmed around Jack’s eyes. His heart skipped a few beats. This couldn’t be happening… \n\n\nWith a squish on his ass, Jack could only feel them growing into his larger palms, “Greg… please…” \n\n\n“Shut up, Jackie!” Hips widened apart, forming the iconic hourglass body shape. His belly shrunk around his tighter waist line as Jack closed his eyes. The man shivered. For the first time, he was scared of his friend. Scared of the nerd that was once always by his side. \n\n\nMeanwhile on his chest, his breasts continued swelling. Larger and larger, they placed strain on his back with his swollen nipples being played by his larger fingers. They jiggled from the slightest jerk, now resembling watermelons with their size. \n\n\nNow the waterworks fell. Fell droplet by droplet onto his floor. \n\n\nGuilt now flashed on Greg’s face upon seeing the tears. Was he going too far? He shook his head. Jack would understand this. Once he sees how sexy he is, he would start thanking him. Slapping against his flat ass, it curved, bloomed and expanded out. No longer holding Jack’s large muscles, it instead softly landed against his palms. \n\n\n“...stop… please…” He croaked out. Deep down, he already had a feeling. A hopeless resignation. \n\n\nMoving on, Greg shifted his hands around his waistline. Just to make it tighter. All that’s left was his measly cock. Barely longer than his pinkie. Truly pathetic. But that’s alright, he was cuter this way. She will be the perfect wife for him.\n\n\nUsing his thumb, he shoved his cock deep into his skin. Jack twitched around, shouting in both pleasure and disgust. Not like he was strong enough to stop him. Cum squirted out. Pathethically. \n\n\nGoing deeper into his skin, a concave formed, creating the opening of his new cunt. His last remaining nut sack merged into his body, eliminating the only shred of masculinity Jack had. \n\n\nAn orgasm emerged from within, spilling fluids out from her cunt. She covered her mouth, now in tears. The pleasure was unimaginable but the disgust that came along was torture. This couldn't be her body. She was a man! Not some dainty lady! \n\n\nGreg reached out to her with one hand, the other unzipping his pants. His bulge now revealed to her. Her eyes glanced a bit, grossed out at herself. Worse of all, she could feel urges to wrap around it and please him. \n\n\n“Jackie, come here please.” \n\n\n“Greg, pl…please… change me back now,” Jackie demanded in mumbled cries, “I… I… hate thi…this…” \n\n\nThe man sighed, “Can’t do that, Jackie.” \n\n\nAh. She knew it. Questions flooded her mind: How could she be so stupid to trust him? Fucking damnit! What was she going to do now? What about her job? Her life? Her identity? All fucking ripped away because of this obsessive creep disguised as a friend! \n\n\nVomit reached up to her throat. Sick. All of this was sickening. She wanted out. She had to get out. She stood up, now glancing towards the door. \n\n\nGreg pinched against his eyes. Christ. Couldn’t she see how sexy she was? She had a reliable man by her side, a body every woman craved and immeasurable pleasure from her body. Why was she still so ungrateful for this change? \n\n\nWhile he was distracted, Jackie dashed towards the door. Her mind, now running on pure adrenaline, shoved out any other thoughts. She can deal with those later on. Each step was harder with her new assets, shaking and jiggling around. \n\n\nWith her centre of gravity now lowered drastically, she twisted her ankle and tripped. Fucking dammit! She grabbed against the wall, pulling herself up, only to see Greg right in front of her, “Didn’t want to do this but you leave me no choice,” He pulled out a pendulum and swung in left to right. \n\n\nLike black magic, her eyes were glued to the pendulum. Strange. Why couldn’t she look away? Her thoughts slowed down. Haze filled up within her mind. She blinked away but something just drew her back in. \n\n\n“You are Jackie, a stupid bimbo,” He calmly said. \n\n\nNo. She wasn’t Jackie. She was Jack. A man that… that’s not stupid… But she did score pretty badly in college and she wasn’t the brightest in the shed… Maybe… he had a point?\n\n\n“You are Jackie, a stupid bimbo.” \n\n\nHer head bobbled alongside the pendulum. Bimbo? She? She was quite sexy after all… No! She had to focus… wait, what’s her name again? \n\n\n“You are Jackie, a stupid bimbo.” \n\n\nJackie? She wasn’t Jackie… was she now? Why was thinking so hard now? Looking at the pendulum at least calmed her down. Made her feel safe. And that gentle voice couldn’t be wrong right? \n\n\n“You are Jackie, a stupid bimbo, serving your Master, me.” \n\n\n“Serving my master…” Her eyes looked up, “Stupid… Me…” \n\n\n “You are Jackie, a stupid bimbo, serving your Master, me.”\n\n\n“Jackie… Me… I am Jackie…” She crawled towards Greg, giggling a little, “Serve…” \n\n\n“When I clap my hands, you’ll wake up and have sex with me.” \n\n\nGreg pinched against his eyes. This shit better works. He clapped his hands. Jackie instantly stood up, giggling now, “So like ummm Master…” She kneeled down. Her eyes staring at his boner. Without finishing her sentence, she swallowed his boner within her puffy lips. \n\n\nShe was a professional. Within her warm moist mouth, her tongue wrapped around his boner. Jerking it forward and back, Greg bent over and gave that nice ass a firm slap. Fucking finally. This was the life that he deserved! It was unfortunate that Jackie needed this push but she would see it in due time, he reasoned to himself. \n\n\nPrecum leaked out as she sped up with the jerks. Jackie now only had her mind occupied on her Master’s big fat cock. Her wet cunt dripped fluid onto the floor. Oh God, she was so wet right now. Images of him ramming into her tight cunt flashed by, exciting the bimbo further. That’s all she was good for, wasn’t she? \n\n\nSuddenly, Greg said, caressing against her cheeks, “Jackie! Bed now, alright?”\n\n\nShe pulled out, nodding along, “Ok! That’s totes the best cock Jackie sucked!” \n\n\nLeading the way, Greg could feel the pressure building up within his cock. He placed his glasses to the side while the stupid bimbo couldn’t walk straight, “Over here Jackie!” \n\n\nJackie jumped onto the smaller bed frame and raised her ass, right in front of her Master. Twerking it up and down, she went, “So like… could you like…” \n\n\nWithout hesitation, her Master’s tongue infiltrated her womanhood. Lashing against her thick feminine ridges, her moans didn’t stop as he reached deeper and deeper into her. Now leaning forward, his hands reached over to her big tits and cupped them. Ecstasy was all she could feel, “M…More…More…!” \n\n\nAfter swallowing her fluids, Greg pulled out and thrusted his boner deep into her. The pressure persisted within his shaft. Her ass jiggled up and down while he edged her, rubbing right to her fat ass. \n\n\n“Ja…Jackie…what do y…you need to say…?” \n\n\n“Fuck me, Master!” \n\n\nOn cue, he started ramming deep into her. As it became faster and faster, Jackie screamed in euphoria. All of her thoughts now about how sexy her Master was. She couldn’t imagine a life without him. Her assets jerked in tandem. Front to back with his hands locked into her smaller belly. \n\n\nThe man however felt a little unsatisfied. If only this was the actual Jackie who had accepted him. The friend that he had grown to develop feelings for. Grunts escaped. At least, he still had this slut. \n\n\nRamming in and out, Greg wheezed. His hips were feeling the strain now. God, this bitch could shake that ass. Her soft skin only improved the situation as he continued to grunt and moan from the pleasure. \n\n\nSoon after the man busted his little geyser. Just before that happened, he hastily pulled it out and watched his cum erupted like a fountain. There, both parties had an amazing orgasm with her falling back onto the bed beside him. His boner soon shrivelled into its original size while cum still dripped from the tip of his cock. \n\n\nStill horny, his arm wrapped around her smaller body as he leaned towards her ear and cooed, “Ready for round 2?” \n\n\n“Like that will be totes amazing!” \n\n\nThus, for the whole night, Greg indulged in his new slut, fucking her in whatever manner. Sure, his cock couldn’t keep up but playing with tits and ass was enough to make her squirm and flinch. On the plus side, he had prepared other toys to play with. Her moans were enough to excite the man. \n\n\nAs for the bimbo, she was drowning in pleasure. At times, she could hear memories of her past crying out. Claiming that this wasn’t supposed to happen. But with her Master’s hands fondling on her big tits and ass, everything just felt natural. Natural to the slut being pleased by him. \n\n\nFinally, he reached his end goal: His best friend (now slut) by his side, pleasing him as the Master. \n\n\nWhat could possibly go wrong here? \n\n\nTo be continued…", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "“Dinner at your place later?” Jack stretched his body, blocking the path of his friend, Greg. The duo left the skyscraper corporate building after their two hour meeting.  


“Yeah, yeah. Prepared something special there.”  


“It better be good, alright? I swear if it’s going to be some stupid shit like last time…”


Greg chuckled, “I promise. This will change your world, alright Jackie?”


With an irritated expression, Jack clicked against his tongue, looking down at the shorter man. Ugh, why was he friends with this asshole? Even in high school, they were practically in different worlds.


Overtowering height, athletic body and charismatic, Jack was almost the perfect student there. He blended in neatly with the other jocks and led their school football team to the championships. The key word being almost; his grades massively weighed him down till the point where he couldn’t graduate high school.


Thus, he was forced to go for more remedial glasses…and that’s when he met with Greg. Thick glasses, freckled face and chubby, he looked exactly like the textbook definition of a nerd. His grades only reaffirmed his view on Greg. Scoring all As for any and all subjects, the meek nerd was deemed to be valedictorian if he kept this up. And so Greg was his peer tutor.


The days that followed was torture for both of them. The nerd will teach him a topic only for Jack to forget about it after fifteen minutes. There Greg would complain before teaching him the same topic once again but in a different manner. Repeat this till six in the afternoon where Jack fled the school like an escaped convict.  


Finally, after three weeks, Jack actually retained topics. With their combined efforts, he managed to graduate high school with the bare minimum GPA. During this process however, they realized they had lots of common interests between one another and became close friends. Closer than even his other teammates in the squad.  
 
Thinking back on it, Greg really did save his ass. If it weren’t for him, he would definitely be unable to get that university scholarship. And from then onwards, they just kept close contact.


After graduating from college, the duo set out for work. When both of them ended up working in the same company, Jack called it a ‘minor miracle’ like how was that even possible? Greg was in the IT department while Jack was in sales. A coincidence that had Jack gasping in shock when he saw Greg there.  


Or at least that’s what Jack believed.


Greg’s fingers fidgeted against his keys. See, he had a secret. A deep one that he kept for years. He had always believed this would be hidden till his deathbed. That he had feelings for Jack - romantic and sexual.


To the nerd that never had any close friends, his friendship with Jack became a drug to him. He wanted more. More attention from Jack. More of his voice. At times, he would just track where he was (wasn’t hard with Jack doxxing his location on social media) and pretend that they bumped into each other. There Jack would go on walks with him, just ranting about his day.  


And yet, the man refused to confess. Hell, he wasn’t gay and neither was Jack. Hence, he decided to bury it down and maintain their close friendship.  


The duo took a left turn - just another five minute walk before reaching Greg’s apartment. Jack hummed a little tune while scrolling through his phone. Their favourite game’s OST. Greg glanced at his larger body. A painful reminder of his feelings.


He wasn’t into a man’s body at all… Only his. He blushed hard. Ah fuck… that sounded gay as hell - something he is clearly not. But that didn’t mean his feelings should be erased.


After all, when there’s a will, there’s a way.


Entering the apartment complex, Jack glanced back, “Say, I’m craving for some fried chicken, wanna have that for dinner?”


“Sure, I’ll just…” His words trailed, now looking down at the street. Right. It would be funnier if he did it himself, “Buy that first then,” Greg tossed his keys, “Just make yourself at home, alright?”


Jack nodded as Greg walked away. Entering the apartment complex, Jack yawned. So many meetings in this one week alone. He massaged his hands, feeling a little numb from them. Well, at least he was done for this week. Leaning against the railings, he wondered how did Greg even tolerate those idiots at work?


Once the lift opened, Jack found himself outside Greg’s doorstep. He opened the door, now wondering what sort of drinks Greg bought. Please. He needed something strong.


Immediately, he pinched his nose. Ugh. Greg’s smell practically stank the whole place. He swore he would clean this shit up but it never happened. Whatever. He wasn’t his mum.  


Aside from the stench, his place was the same organised boring place. Monochrome, he had the bare essentials with an exception of gaming consoles stationed around his TV. It was incredible how he maintained the place despite being overworked.




Searching through his fridge, only cans of beer scattered through them. Cheap beer that didn’t excite him. Except for one. A pink slender can that had the label: “AFAM” on it. Interestingly, a hazard symbol was pasted beside it.


Jackpot. This must be the strong shit he was talking about. But to have an actual hazard symbol pasted there was concerning. Just how dangerous was this thing?


Yet, the salesman paid it no attention. The threat was a present to his eyes. Was it flooding his veins with 100% alcohol and making him severely hung over for the next two days? After such an exhausting month, he would gladly sign him up to this.


He gave it a good shake. Pressure built within the can, indicating that it was a little fizzy. Once done, he cracked open the can for foam to escape from the small opening. Gulping down the drink, a sweet fizzy texture flooded his tastebuds. The world around him spun. Oh damn, this shit was strong. Stumbling back to his couch, he licked against his lips, ready for another gulp.


Just like that, Jack had fallen for his trap. His black hair brightened up and his muscles softened slightly. Curious at what brand the beer was, he turned it around, reading the description.


“Caution: Once drunk… caster must… set clear intentions…” He giggled, oblivious at how his voice was climbing in pitch, “Permanent change to… target… hehe…” Taking another swing, he sipped against the can, now puffing his lips.


Sweat soon dripped behind his neck. Damn, he was getting hot here. He fanned himself, thinking at how stupid that warning was. Caster? Target? Pffft… which drunkass wrote that?


With the third gulp down, Jack finally noticed something was off. His hair dropped and blocked his view, causing him to brush it away and feel the silkiness from it. Wait, what? While he explored his newer hair, his bones merged smoothly, resulting in an inch shaved away.  


He gasped out loud, noticing the subtle color shift. What the hell was this drink? His face shape smoothened out his edges while his cheeks puffed up, now brighter in complexation. Likewise, his sharper nose softened. Facial hair merged into his skin, leaving behind buttery smooth skin.


Within a blink, his eye lashes stretched out, now obstructing his view. The fuck was happening to him? He rushed towards the washroom and found a mirror. Rubbing against his face, he could feel the softness of his face.


N…No… This couldn’t happen… His knees gave way, tumbling onto the floor. His shirt tugged to the right side as his hair now curled up. Within his reflection stood a young lady’s face attached to his bigger body. No… even his body wasn’t safe… Muscles that once was his pride had softened around his arms and chest.


On instinct, he pinched against his cheeks. So incredibly soft. He winced in pain as his nails sharpened, “Ow,” Reddening up, he shook his head. This wasn’t a dream.  


But how was this possible? How was he changing into this woman? His mind racked for answers while the drink’s aftertaste lingered on his tongue.


Then it clicked for him.


Right! It must be that drink! He laughed out loud, feeling stupid for overthinking so much. That drink. That warning symbol. It all made sense now. That drink probably had drugs in them. With that revelation, he gulped down the entire can before tossing it into the bin.


Once he swallowed it all down, his eyes turned blue, now seeing different lines spread throughout the room. All consistently distanced apart from each other. There, he sunk into the sofa, giggling and admiring them. Lines that protruded from his ethereal body were being weaved and woven into different triangles, prompting him to reach out.


But before he could touch it, Greg’s voice echoed through the room, “Seems like someone had drunk my little gift.”


“Y..Yeah… That drink was great…” He let out a soft burp, now sounding more feminine. The lines immediately disappeared, snapping him back to reality, “Say… what drugs did you put inside it?”


Greg walked in front of her, now grinning from ear to ear. Holy shit! It worked without a single problem, “No drugs, my little Jackie. You’re just turning into my ideal woman.”


“Huh?”


Greg soon paced around the sofa while Jack’s breathing soon became faster, “You know, Jackie, I always had a little crush on you. You’re the only person that cared about me and I truly loved your attention.”


His words echoed in Jack’s mind. Greg had a crush on him? The hell was all of this then? Why couldn’t he confess or do somethi-


Suddenly his stomach churned. He clutched against it. His breathing hastened while his belly retracted inwards. As he continued to pant, he gulped down his spit, not realizing that his Adam’s Apple merged within his smaller neck. His shoulder width had shrunk by an inch or so, his hips widened by that same amount.


“But we both know we’re straight. So the solution’s simple, I’ll just change you into my girl,” He leaned forward with a grin, “Don’t worry, Jackie, you’re going to enjoy being my slut, you see.”


“Oh fuck off,” His voice now was much higher pitched than a man’s, with a certain thickness to its texture, “Change me back now! I’m a man!”


Greg leaned forward. He expected this much resistance from him but once he explored his new sexy body, he would come to love it. Actually, he could help him with that. Immediately groping against his growing chest, Greg’s face leaned against his friend’s back. Jack’s nipples poked against his shirt, swelling up.


Completely red now, Jack screamed, “Get your hands off me!”


“Not so manly, are you now? Not with these tits,” Greg lifted his larger shirt up and stripped him. Now halfnaked, Jack could finally see what he lost. His pecs were barely there now, softening into a brighter complexation. On instinct, he squirmed, covering his new bigger nipples.


“Greg, this better be some stupid prank or something. What the fuck are you talking about changing me into your slut?” Jack slanted to the side. His mind, still trying to make sense of this, was filling up with rage.


A crush on him? Changing into a girl? This just was too ridiculous to be true. Jack shook his head. This must just be the drugs taking effect he reasoned. There’s no way his close friend would do this to him, right?


Meanwhile, Greg stepped back. A prank? Was he this naive to believe it? He was already changing into a girl for crying out loud. But that gave him an idea. Just one to tease his changing buddy.


Hugging behind around his waist, Greg said, “Right guess you caught me. That shit about making you my slut was all just a prank,” Jack tried to escape from his grasp but with how vulnerable he was, he was stuck there.


“The hell does that mean?”


“It means I can change you back, Jackie,” His grin widened, “Come on, you surely don’t think I’ll mean it, do you?”  


A prank? Beneath the rage, relief showed on his face, “Does that mean you’ll change me back?”


His hands now slid onto Jack’s new breasts. Currently at A cup, he gave them a little squeeze, making Jack moan. This bastard… What was he thinking of pulling such a stupid prank? “Let’s have some fun first, alright?”


“You promise you’ll change me back?”


“Of course, Jackie. I’m not a monster,” Greg’s larger hands unbuttoned Jack’ jeans and pulled them down, much to the changing man’s distress. Completely nude now, Jack couldn’t help but follow his gentle words. God… why did he smell so good now? “You don’t have to do a single thing, alright?”


“Bu-”


“Just keep quiet and let me do all the work alright?” His calm voice reassured him, “After all, I can change you back anytime I want.”


Sweat ran through Jack’s back like a river. Fuck… what was he going to do now? Greg gently pulled his shorter friend (now an inch shorter than him) onto the couch. With his changes still ongoing, Jack sat onto Greg’s leg, awkwardly shifting around. So cute.


He continued to fondle his breasts. Each time he did so, Jack squirmed within his leg. The pleasure continued to crash against his mind. It's just a prank. It’s just a prank right… Greg would never do this; he wouldn’t even hurt a fly for crying out loud. This was all just for fun… Fun… for both of them…


While he was preoccupied, the changes continued to unravel. His nutsack, that once stretched against his underwear, had shrunk to half of its size. Muscles around his body soon redistributed to his skin. Meanwhile, his testosterone soon became estrogen rushing through his veins and circulating around his body.


Hair from around his hands and legs merged into his skin, smoothening out. Soft skin for Greg to rub against. When was the last time he had a woman’s touch? He wondered. Heavy breaths brushed against Jack’s sensitive ear. Soon enough, his dick became hard, now poking against his friend’s naked ass.


“-eek!” Jack glanced back, getting up from that sudden poke. Frantically, he glanced down only to find his groins shrinking, “Greg change me back now! I mea-”


“Or else what? You’ll leave?”  


That shut him up fast. Greg clicked against his tongue. Ah fuck, he was taking too long with this shit. All he wanted was for Jack to just serve him as a slut already.


Pinning Jack onto the floor, he said, “You’ve been naughty, Jack. Should’ve known better than to mess with me.” His left hand on his tits and his right on his ass. Tears brimmed around Jack’s eyes. His heart skipped a few beats. This couldn’t be happening…


With a squish on his ass, Jack could only feel them growing into his larger palms, “Greg… please…”


“Shut up, Jackie!” Hips widened apart, forming the iconic hourglass body shape. His belly shrunk around his tighter waist line as Jack closed his eyes. The man shivered. For the first time, he was scared of his friend. Scared of the nerd that was once always by his side.


Meanwhile on his chest, his breasts continued swelling. Larger and larger, they placed strain on his back with his swollen nipples being played by his larger fingers. They jiggled from the slightest jerk, now resembling watermelons with their size.


Now the waterworks fell. Fell droplet by droplet onto his floor.


Guilt now flashed on Greg’s face upon seeing the tears. Was he going too far? He shook his head. Jack would understand this. Once he sees how sexy he is, he would start thanking him.  Slapping against his flat ass, it curved, bloomed and expanded out. No longer holding Jack’s large muscles, it instead softly landed against his palms.


“...stop… please…” He croaked out. Deep down, he already had a feeling. A hopeless resignation.


Moving on, Greg shifted his hands around his waistline. Just to make it tighter. All that’s left was his measly cock. Barely longer than his pinkie. Truly pathetic. But that’s alright, he was cuter this way. She will be the perfect wife for him.


Using his thumb, he shoved his cock deep into his skin. Jack twitched around, shouting in both pleasure and disgust. Not like he was strong enough to stop him. Cum squirted out. Pathethically.


Going deeper into his skin, a concave formed, creating the opening of his new cunt. His last remaining nut sack merged into his body, eliminating the only shred of masculinity Jack had.


An orgasm emerged from within, spilling fluids out from her cunt. She covered her mouth, now in tears. The pleasure was unimaginable but the disgust that came along was torture. This couldn't be her body. She was a man! Not some dainty lady!


Greg reached out to her with one hand, the other unzipping his pants. His bulge now revealed to her. Her eyes glanced a bit, grossed out at herself. Worse of all, she could feel urges to wrap around it and please him.


“Jackie, come here please.”


“Greg, pl…please… change me back now,” Jackie demanded in mumbled cries, “I… I… hate thi…this…”


The man sighed, “Can’t do that, Jackie.”


Ah. She knew it. Questions flooded her mind: How could she be so stupid to trust him? Fucking damnit! What was she going to do now? What about her job? Her life? Her identity? All fucking ripped away because of this obsessive creep disguised as a friend!


Vomit reached up to her throat. Sick. All of this was sickening. She wanted out. She had to get out. She stood up, now glancing towards the door.


Greg pinched against his eyes. Christ. Couldn’t she see how sexy she was? She had a reliable man by her side, a body every woman craved and immeasurable pleasure from her body. Why was she still so ungrateful for this change?


While he was distracted, Jackie dashed towards the door. Her mind, now running on pure adrenaline, shoved out any other thoughts. She can deal with those later on. Each step was harder with her new assets, shaking and jiggling around.


With her centre of gravity now lowered drastically, she twisted her ankle and tripped. Fucking dammit! She grabbed against the wall, pulling herself up, only to see Greg right in front of her, “Didn’t want to do this but you leave me no choice,” He pulled out a pendulum and swung in left to right.  


Like black magic, her eyes were glued to the pendulum. Strange. Why couldn’t she look away? Her thoughts slowed down. Haze filled up within her mind. She blinked away but something just drew her back in.


“You are Jackie, a stupid bimbo,” He calmly said.


No. She wasn’t Jackie. She was Jack. A man that… that’s not stupid… But she did score pretty badly in college and she wasn’t the brightest in the shed… Maybe… he had a point?


“You are Jackie, a stupid bimbo.”


Her head bobbled alongside the pendulum. Bimbo? She? She was quite sexy after all… No! She had to focus… wait, what’s her name again?


“You are Jackie, a stupid bimbo.”


Jackie? She wasn’t Jackie… was she now? Why was thinking so hard now? Looking at the pendulum at least calmed her down. Made her feel safe. And that gentle voice couldn’t be wrong right?


“You are Jackie, a stupid bimbo, serving your Master, me.”


“Serving my master…” Her eyes looked up, “Stupid… Me…”


 “You are Jackie, a stupid bimbo, serving your Master, me.”


“Jackie… Me… I am Jackie…” She crawled towards Greg, giggling a little, “Serve…”


“When I clap my hands, you’ll wake up and have sex with me.”


Greg pinched against his eyes. This shit better works. He clapped his hands. Jackie instantly stood up, giggling now, “So like ummm Master…” She kneeled down. Her eyes staring at his boner. Without finishing her sentence, she swallowed his boner within her puffy lips.


She was a professional. Within her warm moist mouth, her tongue wrapped around his boner. Jerking it forward and back, Greg bent over and gave that nice ass a firm slap. Fucking finally. This was the life that he deserved! It was unfortunate that Jackie needed this push but she would see it in due time, he reasoned to himself.


Precum leaked out as she sped up with the jerks. Jackie now only had her mind occupied on her Master’s big fat cock. Her wet cunt dripped fluid onto the floor. Oh God, she was so wet right now. Images of him ramming into her tight cunt flashed by, exciting the bimbo further. That’s all she was good for, wasn’t she?


Suddenly, Greg said, caressing against her cheeks, “Jackie! Bed now, alright?”


She pulled out, nodding along, “Ok! That’s totes the best cock Jackie sucked!”


Leading the way, Greg could feel the pressure building up within his cock. He placed his glasses to the side while the stupid bimbo couldn’t walk straight, “Over here Jackie!”


Jackie jumped onto the smaller bed frame and raised her ass, right in front of her Master. Twerking it up and down, she went, “So like… could you like…”


Without hesitation, her Master’s tongue infiltrated her womanhood. Lashing against her thick feminine ridges, her moans didn’t stop as he reached deeper and deeper into her. Now leaning forward, his hands reached over to her big tits and cupped them. Ecstasy was all she could feel, “M…More…More…!”


After swallowing her fluids, Greg pulled out and thrusted his boner deep into her. The pressure persisted within his shaft. Her ass jiggled up and down while he edged her, rubbing right to her fat ass.


“Ja…Jackie…what do y…you need to say…?”


“Fuck me, Master!”


On cue, he started ramming deep into her. As it became faster and faster, Jackie screamed in euphoria. All of her thoughts now about how sexy her Master was. She couldn’t imagine a life without him. Her assets jerked in tandem. Front to back with his hands locked into her smaller belly.


The man however felt a little unsatisfied. If only this was the actual Jackie who had accepted him. The friend that he had grown to develop feelings for. Grunts escaped. At least, he still had this slut.


Ramming in and out, Greg wheezed. His hips were feeling the strain now. God, this bitch could shake that ass. Her soft skin only improved the situation as he continued to grunt and moan from the pleasure.


Soon after the man busted his little geyser. Just before that happened, he hastily pulled it out and watched his cum erupted like a fountain. There, both parties had an amazing orgasm with her falling back onto the bed beside him. His boner soon shrivelled into its original size while cum still dripped from the tip of his cock.


Still horny, his arm wrapped around her smaller body as he leaned towards her ear and cooed, “Ready for round 2?”  


“Like that will be totes amazing!”


Thus, for the whole night, Greg indulged in his new slut, fucking her in whatever manner. Sure, his cock couldn’t keep up but playing with tits and ass was enough to make her squirm and flinch. On the plus side, he had prepared other toys to play with. Her moans were enough to excite the man.


As for the bimbo, she was drowning in pleasure. At times, she could hear memories of her past crying out. Claiming that this wasn’t supposed to happen. But with her Master’s hands fondling on her big tits and ass, everything just felt natural. Natural to the slut being pleased by him.


Finally, he reached his end goal: His best friend (now slut) by his side, pleasing him as the Master.


What could possibly go wrong here?


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