Holsteinxxx TG Lair

Hiroto looked over the arranged tea set and wondered if he arranged everything as requested. He really didn't want the Masters to complain, the last time they did, he could sit on hard surfaces for three days.  Everything seemed to the right place to him. If he was truly done with the tea arragements, it meant that Hiroto had to dust the entrance and then wore the even skimpier service dress provided to him for such occasions.  The former man sighed, thinking that when he apply for a job at the Job Guidance Agency he surely didn't expect himself to be changed into a woman and become the maid of a rich couple. He was desperate for work, but he thought with his degree he could score something better, but the agency said that this job matched perfectly his profile. They claimed to find jobs tailored to the person, regardless of their degrees. He just never thought he was tailor-made to have tits and be the docile maid.  Hiroto spotted a slight mistake in the position of one tea c

David entered the bathroom without knocking and found his roommate James taking a bath in his heavily pregnant body. James looked at him and asked if he had ever heard of knocking before entering.  "Uh, man. Sorry about that. W-we should really get a lock for the b-bathroom. It's just...we were never in such a situation before..." David replied.  Out of work and down his luck, James took the bold decision to enter the Surrogate Program and got himself pregnant. At first nothing changed much in their shared apartment, besides James not drinking alcohol and having morning sickness - an effect David was mostly spared as he was out working. David only asked Jack once he was feeling without a dick, but that was the extent of their bro-talks about the issue. As the months passed though, the pregnancy started to leave more evident marks. James became more feminine as the pregnancy progressed. His facial features got softer and he stopped shaving and had longer hair. By the fourt

Stacy spotted her son Will laying on a sunbed in the pool area and went quickly towards him. He was drinking something that she hoped wasn't alcoholic and was wearing a bikini and a hat.  "Hi mum. Did you sleep well?" he said smiling.  It was so weird hearing her 18-years old son speaking with the voice of an adult woman. Weirder still was that Stacy was answering back in the voice of a 17-years old boy, but they were on Exchange Island and those were the bodies they landed on.  "William Brantley, first I hope that you're not sipping cocktails by the pool at 11 in the morning and secondly don't you have anything to say about yesterday night?" "Oh, mum. Of course this is not a cocktail, it's lemonade! Wanna taste it?" he said, offering the glass to Stacy "As for last night. You'll have to be more specific than that, it was a busy evening..." "That's exactly what I'm talking about!" Stacy replied, placing her h

Barry could hear his parents bickering as he slowly climbed the stairwell of the boat, leaving the calm and refreshing ocean.  "How could you let him go in deep water in his condition?" argued his father Harry. "Excuse me! What condition? Do you think being pregnant makes you an invalid?" repled his mother Sarah.  Barry sighed. This was not how he intended to spend his Exchange Island holiday. It was all very typical of his parents to argue like that even in public. There was only a small difference that made the argument funnier that it was intended. His father was speaking from the body of a 10 years old girl with a childish face, freckles and a slight lisp due to braces, while his mother was currently in the body of a 10 years old lanky boy.  The ironic thing was that they actually were not allowed to swim in open waters, unlike Barry, who despite being a 28 years old very pregnant woman took the chance to be away from his bickering parents, if only for a little

Billie saw Jack approaching her on the beach and when he was close enough she raised her sunglasses and asked him if everything was alright.  "Yes, I just had a phone call with the broker, it seems like our investments are going through the roof," Jack said "The money we made from selling that experimental drink has been already doubled." Billie noticed that Jack's sight was wandering off her body, especially now that she was topless. A tent started forming on his shorts. Billie giggled, feeling great that she was still getting these reactions out of him, despite her heavily pregnant body. She teased him on his growning erection.  "Sorry," he replied with a tip of embarassment "But you're...well...with you boobs out...and I..." "I told you, at this stage of the pregnancy my boobs are like, so big and sore! I just let them free. Plus, isn't this like, totally our private beach?" Jack nodded. Billie felt that there was somethi

"Why don't you wanna fuck me? You don't like me?" Bill asked in his squeaky bimbo voice.  Jack sighed. His friend and partner in crime Bill was seated in bed, naked, looking like a glorious example of female beauty with a puzzled expression on his face. Jack could hardly contain his erection at the sight, but was trying to be the better man.  After all, Bill didn't have sex with him when he was a busty bimbo, actually joining him on the feminine transformation by drinking the same experimental drink they stole in order to escape from their suitors. Bill held on and actually helped them when they were desperate.  Now Jack was back as a man and it was up to him to help them out. He knew he could raise tons of cash from the stolen drink, especially now that things were a bit calmer.  "I told you, Bill. I don't want to fuck you because you are my friend and I know you don't really want to do it, it's just the crazy drink. I remember how crazy horny I

As he looked at himself in the mirror while brushing his teeth, Bill realized that he could have planned their escape better. The reflection from the mirror and the gentle jiggle of his massive chest unquestionably reminded him of his predicament.  The experimental drink he and Jack stole and for which they were on the run changed him into a stunning bimbo. Despite the drastic body alterations, it didn't seem to effect his intellect all that much. Sure he felt more light-headed than ever and had trouble with complex word, but at least he wasn't a complete brainless bimbo like Jack had become. He still feel mostly himself, besides from the constant horniness.  Anyway, his risky plan worked. Nobody suspected the two bimbos were the con men half of the world was looking for. They managed to snatch away under their nose. Bill even thought he recognized one of the guys who were chasing them. The man for sure didn't recognize them, he just gazed at their cleavages.  However, the

"Are you sure you don't wanna any of this yummy juice?"  Bill sighed and turned to the bed of the hotel room. The busty girl wearing only a barely legal bikini top who was once his partner in crime Jack Cho was now on the bed and was offering him a a drink. Only, the drink was a highly experimental and potentially illegal beverage that had among other side effects, the ability of turning a person into a dumb bimbo, like Jack was now.  Before drinking the beverage, Jack was the mind of their two men con team. He was tall and quite big, but moreover was very clever. Now he had changed into a busty Asian bimbo after he tried one bottle of the drink by mistake. In the space of some hours Jack shortened and got more delicate and feminine, then his hair got longer and his face softened. Before long, he was sporting growing tits and his intellect seemed to take constant hits.  That was two days before. Now they were still on the run from the organization from whom they stole the

Scott sighed and went on for another sip of his wine glass. He had just heard the door opening and he knew it was his neighbor Mr Hill entering the house after his workday.  As Scott gulped down the wine, he remebered bitterly that until he swaps back with Mrs Hill, the man wasn't simply his neighbor, but his husband Liam. That was the reason why he was nervously choking down wine in the bathroom.  Anita explained to him in horrific details that Mr Hill every Thursday evening expected her upon return to work dressed up in something sexy so the two could have sex. If they were to pull off the swap, Scott would have to pull out and let Liam have his ways with him. Anita told him with a laugh that anyway her husband was not a master of endurance.  Still, it was a big step for the 18 years old, who had never found men attractive, especially middle-aged balding men like Mr Hill. Scott was enjoying his time as the 25 years old trophy wife Anita, but was not looking forward to Thursday ni

  Three months later, Philip entered his office in an estatic mood. He just got off the phone from yet another customer who signed enthusiastically with his airplane services company iRService. It was a big contract and one that he wouldn't believe the company could signed just some months ago.  He entered the office and he saw the reason for the company's turnaround. His new business partner was already there, squeezed in a skirt and revealing shirt. Belle looked at him entering and greeted him. "By the look of your face, I guess that we got the Dallas contract." "We did it! Just hang the phone with the boss himself! He was enthusiastic about working with us. You are incredible! How did you convince him?" "You really wanna know that?" she replied.  Philip nodded and Belle climbed on the desk, put herself on her knees and pulled up her skirt, revealing her panyhose-laden ass and lacy underwear.  "Why don't you come over here and I show you

    Philip entered the car and gasped in surprise at the sight of his business partner Brandon sitting with his shapely legs open, his uniform opened to show his cleavage and his bra. He looked nervous and tense.  "Damn, Br-Belle, what are you doing like this? We need to go the covention..." he said.  Brandon just stared at him, with his hurt face.  "Are we really not going to talk about it?" he finally said.  "You mean, talking about how you are inappropriately sitting?" Philip said, more to the outside world than to Brandon. "I mean we are not talking about how we used a body changing pill to make me an attractive woman or we are not talking about how the founder of the company got drunk and frisky with his hostess?" Brandon answered, with a crack on his voice. "Shit, man. Put yourself together, you make it sound like I forced you," Philip replied, closing the car door so that nobody could hear them. "No, you didn't and that&

Philip turned back at his partner, Brandon who remained on the edge of the swimming pool area where they were meeting some potential clients for cocktails. Brandon, or rather Belle as he was now, looked unsure, his big doe-like eyes tense. He clinched on the fan he was holding in his hands. Philip couldn't help but sneak a peek at the cleavage of his business partner-turned sexy girl.  "Ma-n, ehm...Belle, what are you doing? They are waiting for us," Philip said.  "I feel nervous, Phil. I don't know if I can go through with it all evening," he replied.  Philip went back and grabbed Brandon around his tiny waist, trying to reassure him and move on with the evening.  "Nonsense. You did it all day, didn't you?" "But that was different, it was full of people and I just had to smile and give leaflets. Now, I'll have to intereact closely with potential clients, with other women. They'll know I'm a phony, that I'm no real woman. I

Brandon took off one of his high-heeled shoes, sighing in relief as his foot was freed from its stiletto prison. He knew it was only for a short while, Philip scheduled a meeting over cocktails with potential clients and Brandon was to accompany his business partner. In one hour or so it was back to high heels and stockings.  Brandon continued to take off some parts of his uncomfortable uniform, throwing away the fake airplane hat and untying the scarf. He only wished he could take off also his now impressive chest, even for some minutes, just to get back the feeling of a flat chest, no mounts of flesh jigglying and every move and no back-pain. He missed sleeping on his stomach and having eye-to-eye conversations. And he knew that the evening was not going to be much different. Sure, he was not going to wear the super-revealing sexy hostess uniform that he was wearing during the day, but he and Philip had already chosen a flowery dress that showed plenty of cleavage, so most people wou

"Damn! How can women deal with wearing heels all the time!" Jeff complained. Terry rolled his eyes. He had enough of his friend's complains about his predicaments as a woman. He understood that he had it worse compared to him, but their situation was actually Jeff's fault, not his. So he could shut up about it.  Terry didn't want to try the stupid magic statuette that Jeff bought at a yard sale and he certainly didn't want to swap body with Jeff's neighbors when the statuette got accidentally activated. So now for the time being, he was stuck as 45-year old Paul Hart, while Jeff was his 38-year old wife Amanda.  Not only they were older, they had to attend all the social activities of the adult couple. They had just returned to one endless dinner party and Terry couldn't stand hearing Jeff's complains. He heard him voicing his discomfort and turned back to scold him.  Jeff was seated at the top of the stairs, massaging his right calf. Before Terry

Agent Roger Greer never thought he would end up like that when he signed up for undercover assigned. He thought he was going to get closer to mobster and drug dealers, earning their trust and raising ranks. Instead, he was assigned to the most advance undercover operation and got himself morphed into one of the many escorts that mobster Alvaro De Ponti always has at his disposal at his secretive villa in Florida.  So there Roger was, as a busty blonde, laying on a sunbed stroking De Ponti's dick with one hand while the other hold the base of his manhood and occasionally caressed the mobster's balls. It was his third day on the assignment and it was already the most degrading. He was just hoping it will end fast. However, the worst part was when Roger made a contrite face and mumbled: "Why don't you just cum..." The remark just slipped his lips, but De Ponti heard it and replied: "Looks like this busty whore can't wait to get my cum. Why don't you star

"Ehy, I know this is not how you imagined senior prom, but this is to show my appreciation for all you did," Wayne said. Emma wasn't really looking at her friend and when she did, she was stunned. Wayne had just opened the top of his dress and took out his tits and was pulling down the straps of his green dress.  "Hi," he said sultry as he saw Emma gasping at his bare chest. With a passing thought, she had to admit that Wayne had bigger and nicer boobs than she ever had. Emma felt her newly grown cock sprang to life, slowly tenting from her rented tux. She was still new to being a man after all, and she was still not used at controlling her new manhood. Wayne glimpsed at her erected manhood and giggled: "Seems like some part of you appreciate the gift already." Then he leaned towards her, his boobs hanging down and almost caressing her chest and softly kissed Emma on her lips.  "So what do you say about having sex with the prom queen?"  Wayne

    "Please honey, the pregnancy is making me so horny, I just need you to fuck me!"  If I was told one year ago that my husband Rick was going to be on four offering to me his pregnant pussy, begging me to fuck him with my cock, I would think about a joke. Not only was Rick a man's man, but also because I didn't even have a cock to fuck him with. And needless to say, he didn't have a pussy, nor he was pregnant.  That was before the Fertility Program was enforced and before the government decided that out of the two of us, it was Rick that could go on and be the mother of our first child. After all, they say, he was just a construction worker and he could take a year or two of sabbatical, while I was making a career as a software engineer and would kill my future prospects if I stopped for so long. The program was all about equality, after all.  So, one day Rick got his dick exchange for a pussy and I got a dick from which sperm they impregnate him. I was supposed