#mtf tf

It was supposed to be his chill day at the beach.

Cameron adjusted his wide-brimmed hat and slathered a second coat of sunscreen over his pale body, trying not to let the growing irritation show on his face. The waves were small, the sand was hot, and unfortunately, two overly persistent girls from his old high school had spotted him almost immediately when he stepped onto the beach.

“Aww, Cammy! Still pretending to be into boys?” one of them teased, licking a popsicle suggestively.

“Yeah, come on. You’d look so hot with a real girl on your arm instead of—what was it, that barista guy?” the other said, flipping her long bleached hair.

Cameron tried to brush them off. He told them clearly twice, then three times, that he wasn’t interested. He even put his earbuds in. But they only got more persistent and more condescending. They talked about him like he was broken, like his whole self was all a joke or a phase.

So, when they followed him down the shoreline, to where the tide lapped gently against the shore, he finally turned and gave them a long, quiet stare. He had this magic for a reason after all, he thought to himself.

“I warned you,” he said calmly. He made a strange gesture with his fingers and clearly envisioned in his head what he wanted to happen.

The wind died for a moment. The sunlight shimmered strangely on the water. Then, very softly, things began to change.

Their names were Madison and Brittney. They’d grown up as pretty, popular girls, same old story: always the center of attention, always used to getting what they wanted. And they wanted Cameron. Or more specifically, they wanted the challenge of Cameron.

Madison was the first to feel it. She opened her mouth for another taunt, her voice cracked. Literally cracked, as she tried speaking her voice sounded too deep to be hers.

“Ughh, wha—?” she croaked, then coughed, clutching her throat and finding it to feel unusually thick and hard.

Brittney giggled or tried too. but the sound came out sharp and nasal, more like a mocking sneer. “You okay, Mads?” she asked, only to frown at her own voice. “Wait, what the—?”

Their skin began to darken under the sun, but not from a burn. Muscles began to swell beneath their collarbones, at first subtle, then sudden. Popping into place as if something alive was under their skin. Their delicate wrists thickened, and their narrow, painted fingernails curled inward, breaking off as larger hands formed, knuckles cracking and fingers broadening each with a dull thick nail. 

“Cam?” Madison asked, but even she could hear the desperate, masculine rasp in her voice now.

Cameron just watched, standing a few feet away as the transformation accelerated.

The girls dropped to their knees in the wet sand, gasping, clutching their stomachs as their waists thickened and broadened. Their hips narrowed, breasts flattening into hard, meaty pecs. Pink bikini tops slipped off and hit the sand with a soft slap. What had once been sun-kissed hourglass torsos were now bulking up into V-shaped gym bros.

Brittney, who now looked about 80% frat pledge, grunted and tugged at the waistband of her bikini bottoms as something stirred beneath them, which something did , her feminine parts reformed, an above average male prostate was pushing itself out of her vigina.

“I feel—oh fuuuck, I feel weird,” she moaned, then let out a guttural laugh as her voice dropped even deeper. “No, bro, this feels good.”

“Bro?” Madison repeated, then blinked. “Wait, yeah—bro. I feel, like—fucking alive.”

Their thoughts were shifting now. You could almost see it happen  in their glassy eyes, the way their brows furrowed dumbly in confusion, then eased into cocky smirks.

“Yo, is this what it’s like to be a dude?” Madison asked, flexing his arms and looking at the veins bulging beneath the skin.

“No, man,” Brittney, now mentally calling himself Brock rather than Britt, grinned and scratched his head. “Like. . . aren’t we fucking dudes though.”

Their hair had changed too. Madison’s straight blond waves curled tightly into a mop of sweaty dark curls. Brittney’s tangle of platinum strands faded into a rich, sandy brown and grew denser, more tousled, like the perfect Instagram model the former girls would have thirsted over.

Within minutes, two shirtless young men were standing in the sand where the girls had been, tan, ripped, and glistening in the sun.

And the thoughts that swirled in their newly male brains? Definitely not what they used to be.

“Damn, I need a fuckin’ beer or somethin’,” muttered Brock, tugging on his board shorts, now perfectly formed around his trim waist and generous bulge.

“No joke, bro,” said the other, who was now going by Maddox. “Also kinda feel like...I wanna hit something. Or fuck someone. Or both.”

Cameron stepped back just as they picked up their skimboards, ones that hadn’t existed a minute before. A grin tugged at the corners of his lips. Cameron stood quietly, a glimmer in his eye.

He went back under his umbrella and sat down, content with a job well done. He watched, as they jogged down the beach to go check out some “tight chicks,” Jax and Brock were now prime examples of the straight, cocky fuckbois they’d always fantasized about. Shallow, horny, and mostly brainless, with just enough confidence to make them entertaining.

He watched as Brock clumsily flirted with a volleyball player, slurring a lazy line about “how tight her spike was,” while Jax adjusted his waistband for the fifth time, smirking down at himself like it was the first time he’d seen it.

Cameron let out a slow breath and pulled his hat lower over his face. He happily picked up his book, eager  to finish it in his self made peace and quiet. But as he quietly flipped pages he failed to notice the two new beach bros walking towards his set up, lust in their eyes and a determined pep in their step. Not every spell works exactly as you want it to. . .

Pleasantly surprising girlification.

This is a lengthy but decadent male to female transformation story. The main protagonist is transformed against his will and ends up in a situation he would have never imagined finding himself in. If you love a detailed and juicy MTF story (and not easily bothered by mature and sensitive content), I promise you this one is worth it! Please let me know what you think!

Part 1

The syringe pierced Matt’s thick, tan skin with a subtle hiss.

“Ow—what the hell, Mateo?” Matt grunted, rubbing his shoulder where the needle had just slid in. His voice, deep and gravelly, vibrated in the warm silence of the gym’s back room. Sweat clung to his broad pecs, highlighting the dense hair that ran like a forest over his chest, shoulders, and arms. “What was that?”

Mateo, leaning casually against the counter, smirked. He was just as big—maybe broader—, black stubble shadowing his jaw, and thick curls matted on his chest from the workout. “Relax,” he said smoothly. “Just a little something to take the edge off. You’ve been tense lately.”

Matt narrowed his eyes. “Mateo…”

“Trust me.” Mateo’s voice dropped, coaxing, gentle, almost affectionate. “You’ll be fine. You might even like it.”

But that wasn’t true. Not entirely.

Previously…

Denholm and Markus were on their way to their client when they discovered a bodysuit of a man who disappeared a year ago. They decided to keep the suit and see what happened to the man and how he ended up being a lifeless suit in a box from a strange janitor.

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“So, what are we gonna do with him?” Markus said.

“I think I should wear him.” Denholm said.

“What?? But.. that wouldn’t make sense.. A suit cannot wear another one! You might risk yourself getting hurt!”

“But I’m not fully a suit! I want to live this man’s life to give it proper closure!” Denholm argued and grabbed the suit’s legs.

“Well.. here goes nothing.” He starts putting on the suit by opening the back zipper. There, the deflated biceps of the guy became chiseled, the veins in his arms bulged out, and the legs became more bolder. As he puts on the mask, his chest started puffing out, and the perfect jawline appeared out of the face.

Sweating, he pants and turns around to Markus, and Markus was in awe.

“Did it.. did it worked?” Denholm said in a new sexy Vietnamese accent.

“Damn your voice… it’s so baritone and suave!!” Markus’ sex drive was driving him insane.

“Well he is ripped. I’m sure he spent a lot of time building this perfect bod.” Denholm said as he looked at himself in the mirror. His now black hair, brown eyes, piercings and earrings, and tattoos gleamed out.

“Ok then, you do what you gonna do to that body, I’ll just take over your student council duties for today.” Markus said as he left.

“What’s this?” Denholm noticed Markus dropped a bag with panties in it.

“But I thought he was gay…” He added while looking confused.

Denholm scourged through the guy’s memories to see what his past life had looked like. His name was Vince Long, a Vietnamese-American who was born from a wealthy family, and an alumni from the same high school as him. Vince was a top-tier student with straight-As, and to top it off, he had a hot girlfriend. They were the perfect couple, and the happiest one, until Vince suddenly disappeared.

One night after their 2nd year anniversary, Vince and his girlfriend Aurora left the restaurant at night to head home, when suddenly a white van appeared from the dark and took Vince and Aurora in. To her surprise, Aurora was spared by the men and left alone, she was left scarred and in pain to this day.

As for what happened with Vince next, Denholm couldn’t dig into any more memories, as the load must have stopped once he was turned into a full bodysuit.

“Could Aurora been also spared and left as a half-bodysuit like me?”, Denholm questioned as he looked through the pictures in Vince’s home.

It’s been a year since Vince’s disappearance , and his flat has been maintained by his family’s staff in honor of him. Denholm puts down his bag on Vince’s bed and looks in the mirror.

“You know what… maybe I should have a little bit of fun first”, Denholm says as he takes off his shirt and starts squeezing Vince’s hardening cock.

“Oohh… haven’t tried this in a while to be honest..” Denholm whispers as Vince’s sexy deep tones come out of his mouth.

“Ahh yes.. I’m Vince the engineer.. come here baby.. the fuckboy’s gonna unleash all his cum to you..” Denholm was shocked that even the way he speaks resembled very closely to Vince’s. The months long abandoned bedroom of Vince has been blessed not by holy water, but with his fresh loaded cum that hasn’t been released since 2022. Denholm lies down in bed in satisfaction as he tastes Vince’s long-expired cum.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door. Denholm got dressed and answered it, and to his surprise, it was Vince’s parents, Mr and Mrs Long waiting for him. They held tight his son while they burst into tears.

“We’ve looked for you everywhere! We miss you so much!” Mrs Long said as she hugged her son.

The parents took him back to their family mansion where they had a Thanksgiving Prayer with a reading on the Prodigal Son, to celebrate’s Vince’s homecoming.

Then, Denholm filed an official statement regarding Vince’s kidnapping to help solve the people responsible for the his kidnapping and the others as well. A joint investigation took place while Denholm gave the police more details about a “bodysuit factory”.

After the party was over, Denholm went home to Vince’s place, where he saw Aurora.

“Babe… babe is that you?!?” Aurora started tearing up and ran up to him.

“I missed you so much…” ‘Vince’ said in shock while he hugged his girlfriend.

The two shared a romantic kiss and embraced each other with the reunion. For Denholm it felt like he gave Vince the closure he needed, but he cannot live as Vince forever.

Aurora made the next move. She dragged Vince up the stairs and the two started undressing.

Excited, Aurora undresses herself and undresses Vince’s long sleeve, and his tank top.

He revealed his white Calvin Klein boxers while his cock barks back at her as he starts to get very horny.

“This is… wrong.” Denholm whispered as he started grabbing the sheets. “Babe.. what do you mean? I missed you so much!!” Aurora was biting her lips.

“Your breath… your armpit hairs… your leg hairs… your Amazon rainforest in your cock… every single inch of you I am craving right now.” Aurora was starting up the engine.

“Oh I miss doing this.” Aurora said while she touches Vince’s abs. “Babe.. maybe we should slow down.” Vince tried resisting. “Oh fuck this. give me that!” Aurora ripped his boxers wide and revealed the arching cock that she’s been craving for.

Aurora then starts teasing his manhood until it did a standing ovation. They then started kissing mouth to mouth and rolled on the bed, knocking over the bed sheets.

Vince’s mouth started watering as he grabbed Aurora’s breasts to drink her milkshake. He gave her clitties a blessful kiss, and he started inserting it in. The hole kept declining though, like a debit card refusing to be read by an ATM.

She then licked his ass, with the expired butt hairs electrifying out like that one Nair video.

“Why not repair my ass? Civil engineering? Fuck that.. engineer this pussy.” She started cracking up.

“What the fuck is this woman on?” Vince started to get so scared. She then resisted him pulling away and she bited his pecs. He screamed faintly like a little girl but felt delighted and rubbed her back again.

“You know what…? Let me fold you like a fucking pretzel.” Vince grinned. She screamed out loud as he bent her back and put the funnel into the bottle opening. She screamed and screamed and screamed. They were both suffocating in each other’s saliva, cum and seemingly piss. They were banging the walls and even squeezed themselves in the closet. She was freaking out as he chased him down the halls, both naked.

They Netflix and chilled, he pulled her many times to kiss her, and she rubbed his pubic hairs like petting their Shih Tzu Tracy. It was a very immaculate and blessed moment.

They did various poses! Doggy, cowboy, missionary, and our favorite, 69. They did it and did it until they got sweaty and started panting.

Aurora slurps out Vince’s loaded manhood like she’s slurping out a big bowl of ramen. She giggles as his load explodes out of her face, and she kneels down as he starts inserting his rubbery dick into her rubbery pussy. (Hold on… rubbery pussy..?, We’ll get there later on.)

Vince was making sure the zipper at the back of his neck wasn’t opening out as he exerts extra pressure against Aurora in bed. They both giggle as Aurora licks Vince’s smooth sweaty abs and she starts biting them. Vince screamed out but it didn’t hurt as much as he expected, it felt like he got bit by a dog while wearing a silicone rubber pants.

“Let’s do it again.” Aurora said while running out of breath. They initiated their sacred rituals again and again throughout the whole night. Fuck me ‘til up daylight indeed.

As Vince and Aurora finally covered themselves under the sheets, they both rest and as they cuddle each other, not knowing something behind there was opening up. Let me turn it into a saying, Don’t leave the fridge open at night.

Both drenched in sweat, Vince goes to the bathroom to get toilet paper to clean up the exploded fluids in his room. But something was wrong. The zipper opened a little bit, and was stuck.

Aurora then discovered this and just stood there as if she knew this whole time that he was a bodysuit.

“Babe.. it’s not what it looks like.. I promise.” Vince was in shock and started shaking.

“I- um.. I no… no..” Aurora was also nervous. she turned around to look away, but then it was another jaw-dropping moment: her zipper was also opened, she thought it wouldn’t get exposed but the bra she had just put on wasn’t enough to conceal it.

“What…?? WHAT?!?” Vince tried grabbing Aurora’s arm but she ran as fast as she could and fled the scene.

Denholm chased her down to the garage, but the bodysuit was starting to melt as the zipper had been exposed. He tried unzipping himself a few more tries, and managed to get out of Vince’s body.

Denholm now ran to the garage door but Aurora had locked it. Denholm tried breaking in, using everything he had on the house to reach the inside.

Denholm figured out that he could simply open the front garage doors and catch her in the act, so he pushed the button and the front garage lifted upward and he rushed inside, but it wasn’t what he was expecting, never at all expected what it was.

He took a step closer but to his surprise, Markus was there, seemingly apprehending the now-empty Aurora suit.

“Markus what the fuck are you doing here?!??” Denholm freaked out.

“I.. I don’t know! I just found this body snatcher somewhere and I followed her to this home! I didn’t know this was your bodysuit’s home!” Markus said.

“Dang it. FUCKKKKK!!!!!” Denholm let out a very loud scream as he started kicking the nearby objects. He was angry. He was FURIOUS.

“I think this suit is also like you, Denholm. I think she was also spared because she’s not hollow right now, she has a pulse.” Markus said.

“Well we better drive her home safely then. I’ll also take home Vince and keep it in our property.” Denholm said as he started the car to head home.

As he headed out, a nervous grin and a blush came out of Markus.

“I wonder if he’ll ever know…”

(17 Hours earlier…)

Aurora: “Yes, yes that would be 45.99 for the jeans.”

Customer: “Ok, I’m paying by credit. I really love your local boutique!”

Aurora: “Thank for you shopping here! This boutique means a lot to me as me and my late boyfriend invested a lot on it!”

Markus then walks in while wearing a face mask and sunglasses.

Aurora: Hi welcome to Beautiful Botanica Boutique— AHHHHHH!!!

Aurora let out a loud scream and passed out.

Markus: Welcome.. and goodbye bitch.

Markus laughed maniacally as he lifted Aurora and unzipped her back, which transformed her into a bodysuit.

He then started sliding his legs into her more smaller ones, causing a huge stretch on the suit. Her body also expanded wide as Markus’ masculine torso squished in to fill in the void. Soon once Markus put on the mask, the suit realigned and formed itself: The legs started to shrink into a more feminine physique, and the waist significantly decreased and compressed Markus’ body. It was uncomfortable for him but it was all worth it. His new breasts also grew out to his desire. Markus looks into the store’s mirror.

“Hi welcome to Beautiful Botanica Boutique!” He said in a new feminine high-pitched voice.

“Hey Vince.. hey baby… hey… Denholm.”

She said while she seductively stares into her reflection, and giggled. She packed up her stuff and left to go to Vince’s place.

“Good, now that that’s out of the way, all three of you are going to start to get hornier and hornier. I’m going to make you more acceptable for space. Let’s start with you”

He turns to Gregg, who is grunting repeatedly like he’s receiving the best head he’s ever gotten, dick at attention. The college junior was just trying to work out when JUNAR arrived, and now all he can think about is how much he wants to get off. His 3 new eyes start opening and blinking, looking around a bit worried while his 2 original eyes stay closed in bliss.

“You will be my bed slave. You will need these eyes to see everything but since you won’t be leaving I can pretty well let you keep looking ‘normal’. Your payment will be constantly being on edge with a minimum of 6 hands free orgasms a day, your uniform will be complete and total nudity forever.”

A beam of light comes down and whisks Gregg away, his loud moans echoing as he disappears, the only trace of him being a puddle of cum on the gym floor.

Next JUNAR turns to Steven, who is trying to resist but is still moaning.

Steven, a 28 year old mechanic, moans even louder as he feels big stalks growing on his head, opening new eyes that can turn in all sorts of directions. His mind too occupied by the pleasure to even think about how he’s changed.

“You are a beautiful stud, you’ll be perfect as my door slave. You can guard the door of my bedroom and office whenever I’m there. Your payment will be constantly feeling like your being edged and 6 daily blow jobs from my bed slave, your uniform will be the shorts your wearing now and a badge. I’m not going to cover up that beautiful chest!”

And with that, Steven moaned even louder than Gregg as he was beamed up, spurting a massive puddle onto the gym floor.

“And as for you, my beautiful stud,” he said, turning to Noah.

Noah, a 40 year old accountant and husband, was terrified as he felt his eyes bulging out, and his mouth widening while growing two more eyes on top of his head. He felt a shock in his dick, and started cumming right then and there in his shorts as his dick disappeared into him becoming a nice new vagina and uterus.

“You will be my new breeder slave. You’ll get the pleasure of carrying my alien babies, who require a lot of nutrients in the form of my cum, and who have a gestation cycle of just 48 hours each.”

Noah just stood there, unable to speak, feeling his new face and genitals, more intrigued than anything despite the fact he should be panicking after everything he’s seen and what’s happening to him now.

“I think your body is just beautiful, you’ve worked very hard on it, so I want you to keep it. I just think changing your internal organs and face will be enough. Your payment will be getting to be fucked by me 6 times a day until the greatest orgasm you’ve ever known, and producing millions of alien babies to spread across the universe. Your uniform will be complete and total nudity forever, with a special bed chamber for you to live out the rest of your life in. Now let’s get you bred as soon as possible, we need to start populating.”