Holsteinxxx TG Lair

I lifted my skirt and crouched slowly towards the toilet, trying to be as far away as possible from the seat, that I anyway covered in toilet paper just to be safe. The restroom was awful and it was in situations like these that I cursed the Great Shift for swapping me with a woman.  Just as I was about to let go, while cursing my new plumbing system and missing the easy days of when I was a man, I heard steps entering the restroom and a voice called me. "Dude, you in there? The others are getting impatient!"  I gasped in surprise and annoyance. It was Bill who called me, one of my best friends. Him, like the rest of my gang of friends, got shifted into the body of another man. We were on our yearly traditional road trip, only this year there was a new female presence, mine. We just stop at some gas station in the middle of nowhere and I needed to visit the restroom, despite knowing well that it was not going to be easy. "I'm here! Tell them to wait! It's fucking

Harry went to the phone by the back door and made a phone call, hoping that none would find him. He knew it was risky, but he needed to call his sister Millie. "Ehy, it's me. Where the hell are you?" he asked as soon as she picked up.  Harry still found it very weird to hear his old voice coming from the other side of the phone. Not that he could hear much, it was very noisy at the other end of the call. He closed his ear with a finger, trying to hear better.  "Listen, you need to come here quickly and swap us back as promised. I'm getting big as a whale and I'm days away from the due date. We agreed that I was not going to be here for the birthing part, only to relieve you for two weeks before the end." From the noise, Harry managed to pick up on Millie's answer and he didn't like it. "Yes, the house is great. I'm having a blast at the beach. It's so fun to run in the sand with a watermelon attached to the belly. Let's just cut

James rushed home in pain, knowing that he couldn't take it anymore. As soon as he was inside his house, he realized that he couldn't wait to get all the way to the bedroom upstairs and take the breast pump. He regretted his mistake, he should have known that every time he was leaving the house he needed to empty his milking breast.  The one time he felt ambitous, his Mammary Growth Syndrome hit him with a vengence. The last twenty minutes were of excruciating pain, every step and every jiggle reminded him that his breast were full of milk and needed release. He almost considered to let it go and face the shame of milk staining his clothes. People already thought he was a freak, sporting H-cup boobs always filling up with milk, may as well give in to the impression. Yet, he endured, resisting to the last bit of pride he had.  Now it was different, he was at home. He didn't care anymore, so he quickly pulled his breast out of the tank top and the bra. Then he grabbed the bas