"Come on, Justin. Talk to me."

"I don't fucking feel like talking, Mark. You've completely crossed a line."

"Are you just going to sulk there by the pool all day?"

"I'll do whatever the hell I want. You're the idiot who slipped the potion into my drink. To top it off, I have a biochem test tomorrow."

"I'm sorry."

"This body is completely ridiculous. Why do I look like this? Is this the sort of woman you're into, Mark?"

"Not usually."

"What does that mean?"

"Seeing you this way is really starting to turn me on. You look so much like your mom, especially in the face — except your eyelashes, ass, tits, and lips have completely surpassed her thin, slight physique. I've always fancied her. Watching you change was like watching you attempt to outgrow her, best her. It was incredibly hot."

"I don't look like my mother. Be logical, dammit. I look like a fucking bimbo!"

"Let's agree to disagree. Personally, I think she'd be proud to have a daughter as stacked as you are. Besides, you can't blame me: they only had Bimbo potion in stock. I simply wanted us to try a change potion. To be fair, I did use a double portion in your drink."

"Why the fuck would you do that?"

"They suspected the change would be more pronounced. I guess I was right. It's a strong potion."

"That's why the change was a complete fucking nightmare. I ate six pizzas!"

"I'm sure glad the delivery guy showed up in time. Your body needed that energy to grow its assets. You're curves are so bountiful. You grew them well. I watched you squeezing them. Inviting them further."

"No! I didn't invite them. I wanted it to stop. I shouldn't have tits!"

"Something inside of you set out to grow them despite your want. Why are you fighting it? It's clear your body wanted to be stretched to it's limits. And looking at you, I can say: It has been. God, it has been in so many ways. So much that I'm worried how your body will be when you change back."

"Oh god. . . "

"Don't sulk. Don't you want to go in and try on the different outfits I bought? It might make you feel better."

"No, Mark! I don't fucking want to play dress up. When will I change back?"

"In 24 hours, as long as . . ."

"As long as what?"

"As long as no one cums inside of you."

"That's totally gross. You're an asshole, Mark."

"You have nice tits."

"They're not MY fucking tits!"

"That's your chest. You grew them! I don't understand all the aggression. I guess the mental changes haven't kicked in."

"Mental changes? What are you talking about?"

"The instructions said some patients would be in a more "suggestive" mood."

"Suggestive?"

"Nevermind. So, we can study for your biochemistry exam right now. What's a nucleic acid?"

"With your grade school level questions? They are biopolymers, the most important of all biomolecules. DNA. RNA."

"Tell me more about RNA."

"Well, RNA is this thingy that. . . "

"That what?"

"Well, it like. . . helps codes genes and stuff. . . "

"I see. Is RNA sexy?"

"Sexy? Hmmm. Maaaaaybe. . . But right now it's hard to talk about for some reason."

"It sounds like it, Justina."

"Giggle Are you seriously calling me Justina? That's like sooo stupid, Mark. Anyway, I'm bored with talking about RNA. I'm sure I'll do fine on that test."

"Good because I was thinking maybe you wanted to go inside and try on some outfits."

"What kind of outfits?"

"Outfits that will make you feel more at home in that body. You want to feel more at home don't you?"

"Maaaybe."

Inside the House

"Your tits look nice in that."

"Ha, silly. They're not in it. I pulled them out."

"Why did you pull out your tits, Justina?"

"I don't know. They just felt better hanging here. I like how my tits tug at my back. My back will start hurting very soon, though."

"You don't mind me looking at you."

"We're best friends. You've seen me without a shirt off at the pool."

"But you never had tits like those before."

"No. . . I didn't."

"They're sexy."

"Thank you! Except. . . It feels weird not having a cock, Mark."

"How does it feel?"

"Well, these panties are so tight around my new pussy that it makes it hard to forget I have a pussy."

"Did you shave upstairs?"

"Uh. . . yes."

"Why?"

"So my panties and legs would look right. Is that weird?"

"No, just asking — so you like your panties?"

"Yes, my freshly shaved pussy is so very snug in them."

"And does that make you wet?"

"Yes. It does. I'm very wet. And these stockings don't help."

"Why?"

"They're so high up around my thighs. They cling to my upper thighs so tightly and it makes me even wetter. I think because it accentuates the small portion of my upper thighs that are naked to the air and the way my panties round where they meet at my crotch — hugging my ass and my plush little pussy. I feel like I'm a gift wrapped little package waiting to be opened. The way this lingerie contains my body makes me want to spread my legs. And when I do I see that my cock is gone and the only thing left of it is my little clit peaking from my folds and pressed against my soft, drenched panties. I can feel it pumping with my heartbeat."

"I bet you miss your cock."

"A little. It will come back right?"

"Yes. I told you. You will change back as long as no one cums inside of you in the next 24 hours."

"Okay, we should totally make sure no one comes inside of me."

"Yes. And I know why we should."

"Why?"

"Because I know you really miss having a dick."

"OMG. Now that I think of it. I do, Mark! I really do."

"Well, maybe you could use mine for a bit."

"Use it?"

"Sure. I mean, you had a cock for two decades, right?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever had one in your mouth?"

"No. I haven't."

"That's a shame."

"OMG. It kind of is, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Sigh."

"Well, you could try having mine in your mouth today and maybe it would feel like having a cock until you get yours back."

"Would you do that for me?!"

"Well, it would only make sense if my cock was bigger than the one you used to have."

"Oh. Do you think so?"

"Yes. For sure."

. . .

. . .

"Mark?"

"Yes, Justina?"

"Could I see how big your cock is?"

"Why?"

"I want to see if it makes sense to have it in my mouth."

"Wow. Giggle."

"Why are you giggling?"

"Because it makes sense."

"Does it?"

"Tsk. Like — be logical, Mark. It does. It makes too much sense. It's so super big — waaay bigger than my old cock."

"Okay. Put your tits back in your bra and come sit on the couch. I need more convincing. You better make a good case for it."

"Oh. I will. I'll make the BEST case!"

"You better. I'm already a little hesitant about the idea. Perhaps it's because your mannerisms aren't as feminine as I'd like."

"Oh! I can fix that! I can totally be more feminine!"

"We'll see."

Moments Later

"Mmmff."

"I like your earrings."

"Thank you. I found them upstairs, but I didn't have holes in my ears. I had to pierce them myself."

"That must have hurt."

"When I feel them danging around my neck as I play with your cock in my mouth, I feel like it was worth it. They'll heal back when change back."

"Do you like having a cock, Justina?"

"Yes. I do! It's big. I'm so glad I have a cock now. Thank you for letting me use it."

"You're welcome. Take your time, Justina. We're just getting started."

"Mmmm. What do you mean?"

"You'll see."

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TO BE CONTINUED?