I woke up as a GIRL! - TG
Tags: Inanimate, Caption, Forced, Gender bend, Feminization, MTF
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored version is there as well!I woke up as a GIRL! - TGLucio awoke from his second alarm. His heart was pounding against his ribcage like something…
Lucio awoke from his second alarm. His heart was pounding against his ribcage like something was different. Something felt wrong. Terribly wrong. His chest felt heavy, weighted down. The familiar contours of his body seemed alien under the sheets. "What the fuck," he mumbled, voice catching in his throat. It sounded higher. Pushing himself upright, the sheet fell away. Two pale, round breasts jiggled slightly with the movement of his breasts. Full with rosy nipples that stood erect in the cool morning air. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," Lucio gasped, touching them hesitantly. The sensation shot through him like electricity. His fingers brushed against the sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure radiating outward. "Ahhhhh," he moaned involuntarily, squeezing them gently. The clock on his nightstand read 6:42 AM. Panic surged through him. His morning jog. Three years without missing a single day. Even with... whatever this was... he couldn't break the streak. Lucio swung his legs over the bed, noticing their newfound smoothness, the delicate ankles, the smaller feet. Between his thighs, an unfamiliar warmth and wetness. He looked down at his briefs, noting the dark spot forming at the crotch. "Fuck me," he whispered, peeling them off. Instead of his familiar cock, there lay delicate folds of pink flesh, already slick with arousal. His fingers trembled as he touched himself there, just once. "Nnnngghhh," he groaned, yanking his hand away quickly. He stumbled to his dresser, grabbing fresh briefs. Before tossing the soiled ones into the hamper, he found himself lifting them to his nose. The musky scent triggered something primal within him. His pussy throbbed in response. "Get your shit together," he told himself firmly, voice still disconcertingly feminine. He pulled on the clean briefs, which now sat differently against his changed anatomy. His track shorts followed, riding higher on his curvier hips and thighs. Then came the real challenge. His athletic shirt, normally loose-fitting, now strained desperately against his substantial bust. The material stretched tight across his chest, the outline of his nipples visible through the fabric. "Goddammit," he muttered, tugging at the hem. Every movement sent shivers through his sensitive breasts. Lucio grabbed his track jacket, wrestling with the zipper. It refused to close past his chest, the metal teeth straining against the new fullness. "Come on you fucker," he grunted, pulling harder. His knuckles brushed against his nipples, making him gasp. "Ohhhh god." With one final yank, the zipper closed with a satisfying pop. His breasts felt compressed, but at least they were contained. His running shoes felt clownishly large now, and he had to lace them tightly to keep them from slipping. Outside, the morning air hit differently. Scents seemed sharper. The world looked brighter somehow. Lucio started his usual route through the park, immediately aware of how different running felt. His hips swayed with each stride. "Fuck should have thought this through," he panted, already sweating more than usual. Without a sports bra, each step sent jolts of discomfort through his chest. Men looked at him. Not the casual nods he usually received from fellow joggers, but lingering stares. Eyes that tracked his movement, focusing on the bounce of his chest, the curve of his ass in the shorts. It felt invasive yet thrilling in ways he couldn't articulate. "Damn," a passing cyclist murmured appreciatively, nearly crashing into a tree. Halfway through his route, Lucio realized another mistake. In his panic, he'd forgotten his water bottle. With a dry throat, he slowed to a walk, breathing heavily. "Rough morning?" a deep voice asked. Lucio turned to see a tall, muscular man in running gear. Dark hair, stubbled jaw and bright eyes. The kind of guy Lucio would have envied before. Now, something else stirred within him. "Yeah," Lucio replied, voice small. "Forgot my water." The man extended his bottle. "Here. Looks like you need it more than me." Their fingers brushed during the exchange. He drank deeply, aware of how his throat worked, how the man watched him. "Thanks dude," Lucio said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The man smiled. "Ryan," he introduced himself. "Never seen you here before." "Lu... Lucy," Lucio amended quickly. "Just trying a new route." They fell into step together. Ryan matched Lucio's pace easily, asking casual questions that Lucio answered vaguely. Ryan smelled good. Like pine and sweat and something indefinably masculine. When they reached the end of the trail near Lucio's apartment building, he expected them to part ways. "That your place?" Ryan asked, nodding toward the building. "Yeah," Lucio confirmed. "Mind if I use your shower? My place is across town, and I have a meeting in an hour." Warning bells rang distantly in Lucio's mind, but his body responded differently. His nipples hardened against the jacket. His pussy clenched with need. "Sur
